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OKAY so i genuinely want to get back into indie. naturally, due to Obvious Circumstances i’ve been feeling very shall we say.. hopeless, but i’d love a couple more close partners where we can do a zillion ships and write all the amazing things together. i also write on d*scord if anyone is interested in that. i’ll cut to the chase on my turn on and turn offs under the cut so like-minded writers hmu, or i’ll be trollin’ around myself for some new blogs to follow. if i used to write with you, or we have ships but haven’t written lately, i am more than happy to pick those up as well. 

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like imagine admitting you knew the impact of using a slur as a non-black person and still used it on a public forum without ever apologizing for or acknowledging that wrong in a way to match your public use, then trying to hold a black woman accountable for proving you used the slur because it was five years ago. how is anyone supposed to believe you grew and that an old receipt is unfair when by your own admission you knew the connotation and impact then and still did it. where do you grow from that without accountability? by your admission, you weren’t unaware, so that is deliberate and willful racist behavior. so no, no one is gonna stay mute because it was five years ago. if black people have to shoulder microaggressions that start at childhood for the rest of our lives, you can answer to a tweet from five years ago lmaoooo

lmaooo y’all can’t just apologize outright to black people for nothing huh?

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lmaooo y’all can’t just apologize outright to black people for nothing huh?

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Dakota Johnson as Maggie Sherwoode THE HIGH NOTE (2020) dir. Nisha Ganatra

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surviving the quarantine by cycling thru mental breakdowns, same pjs for 3 days before finally doing my hair and makeup only to take it off.

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i should probably: Finish pages before posting plots, but i can’t stop thinking about a plot for julian (stats finished here; bio pending!!) where he and someone he’s been dating break up, things ending on mutual, but not perfect terms. fast forward a couple months and she’s showing up to let him know she’s pregnant and planning to keep the baby --- wants him to know, to be involved as he wants to be, but doesn’t expect anything from him. but, as a werewolf, family/pack is so important to julian and the thought of her going through a pregnancy alone, let alone raising their child in separate homes is out of the question, so cue his very polite (but non-negotiable) offer for her to stay in his home at least through the pregnancy and first few months post-birth. cue the, uh, tension, longing, awkward mishaps, tender moments as she settles into his home, his life, his heart and they try to navigate this new life together.

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so, while i finish up my new muses’ pages - any mutuals, new and old, interested in plotting? :) like this and i’ll hit you up!

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( FEAT. @kcwi​ )

it’s near midnight by the time santos emerges from the warehouse. behind him, a crowd scurries to the edge of a makeshift ring with voices mounting in excitement. the chatter’s nowhere near foreign, but this is the first time in a long time that it’ll have no bearing on him. his fight had been early - a teaser to the main event - which means less money for the winner ( spoiler alert --- it’s him  ), but offers a decent out. now, he can make the most of these hours until bar close.

habit leads him towards a cluster of dive bars not far from where he is, their neon signs crooning to him like sirens. at this time, most will only be half-full, giving him free reign over the bartop until the college crowd pours in. it’s a simple win, admittedly, but it manages to invigorate all the same. a burst of energy drowns out the cut throbbing on his brow and the way his ribcage creaks every time he moves, and santos presses on like a man on a mission.

he’s so focused on his goal, he doesn’t notice the lone figure waiting at the bus stop until he’s long past. instinct implores him forward - an ever-present defensiveness keeping him to the far side of the sidewalk until he reaches the end of the block.

but, before he can turn the corner, he feels the stranger watching. the pointed weight of their gaze is enough to goose his skin and santos, against his better judgment, glances back. in that instant, dark hooded eyes meet a pair pretty green, and the world careens to a halt.

he has no words for what he’s feeling --- this pull that’s bowled him over so suddenly and so cleanly. but, if the way santos’ mouth has gone dry is anything to go by, nothing is going to be the same again.

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so, while i finish up my new muses’ pages - any mutuals, new and old, interested in plotting? :) like this and i’ll hit you up!

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tag dump #2!

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tag dump!

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MIDSMMR; frank.

open  to:  m / f / nb plot:  consider….  something  sad  happening  to  sober  frank  and  then  he  falls  off  the  wagon.  your  character  just  finds  him,,,  this  drunk connection:  best  friend,  gf/bf,  ex,  idk  whatever  you  want,  go  off

“  hey,  babey  !  ”  his  voice  echoed  loud,  and  sing-song  like.  frank  stepped  forward  and  stumbled,  taking  a  second  too  long  to  regain  his  balance,  hitting  everything  on  its  path  as  if  he  was  intent  on  destruction.  his  drunk  mind  barely  seemed  to  register  it,  though,  as  all  he  did  when  finally  got  to  them  was  pull  them  into  a  hug.  the  smell  of  alcohol  engulfing  the  world  around  them.  “  god,  hmm  you  look  so  pretty  tonight,  you  know  that  ?  ”

between his job as the sheriff and the wolf tethered to him, julian’s become a man of base instincts. his senses are always on guard, always piqued to track the smallest shift in the world around him.

most times, it’s a matter of safety. as quiet as his town can be, there’s no such thing as zero risk and he can count on both hands (to start) the number of times that innate alertness has come in handy. today, though, it’s a matter of concern --- an all-consuming disquiet as he gleans the stench of alcohol in a dear friend’s scent. immediately, his gut sinks, eyebrows pulling together when, like clockwork, frank emerges in his eyeline with all of him swaying as he goes.

julian meets him halfway, two short strides until their bodies meet and an arm can loop around the other man’s shoulders to anchor them both. “frank,” he says simply, his voice stern but undemanding. he hates how familiar this feels, the motions coming back far too easily this long after frank’s recovery. he inches back enough to look frank in the eyes, repeating his name until there’s some level of focus behind them. “come on, man --- let’s get you inside.”