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Okay, hot take? Bisexual and pansexual are functionally synonyms, and the decision to ID as one or the other comes down to personal preference and interpretation, and any attempt to further separate the two is driving a wedge between two communities that should have nothing but love and solidarity for one another. 

We have more in common than not, and the words for our respective identities should not be pitted against each other. 

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He paused for a moment before tilting his head. “Alright...heh, ya got me there. But uh...yeah I mean I dunno.” He smiled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “If you think they’ll like me...I mean, I trust you man.”

He raised a brow at the Potion. It was...beautiful. Like liquid gold. “Woah.” When he was a little younger he probably would’ve stolen that to pawn off. But now he just sorta wanted to look at it. “Well...that’s good to hear. I guess it is always good to have a vial close by. Just in case.” He smiled up at him. He hadn’t even noticed Clopin being effected by the whispers.

He was far more interested in seeing his hideouts. “No way! Yeah, yeah I can’t wait to see it!” It was weird, he was actually getting excited about going to the Isle again. Clayton totally forgot he was going there to see his father. “Oh- Oh yeah, yeah let’s do that.” He nodded, chuckling to himself. “Let’s go talk to fairy godmother.”

Moment of weakness (from your favorite teacher! lol)

Moment of Weakness: 22, My muse is in a frightened or nervous state

Clayton sat in the lighting booth after school, shaking with tears streaming down his face. This weekend was the weekend he was to visit his father. Surprisingly, even though he was a VK, he had to he get papers signed by the man. He had locked the door, but there were a few sets that a few teachers had.

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...

what a break that was.

Anyways, back now.

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* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ Men forget, that woman have ears. ❜

❛ This is a course you cannot step back from. ❜

❛ We all die. The question is what we stood for while we lived. ❜

❛ I did not expect to like you. But I do. ❜

❛ Duels only lead to dead men, not respect. ❜

❛ I let you win that race. ❜

❛ I was unaware that your crushing defeat was an act of charity. ❜

❛ Before I met you, I loved someone. In that way that should’ve lasted a lifetime, but it didn’t. ❜

❛ When I lost her, I thought I’d never feel again, and yet here I am. ❜

❛ We’re gonna be in danger no matter, whether we’re together or not. ❜

❛ I’m glad you’ve come! ❜

❛ I had hoped that our marriage would be a partnership in every way. But with your drinking, your cheating, your blind ambition- ❜

❛ I am trying to be better! ❜

❛ I know we hardly know each other, and yet here I am, asking you to risk everything for me. ❜

❛ I would do anything for you. ❜

❛ I didn’t kill him, but justice needed to be done. ❜

❛ This vile act will not ease your pain! ❜

❛ Revenge is not meant to ease pain. It is meant to balance the scales. ❜

❛ I don’t want to leave you! ❜

❛ I love you. ❜

❛ I put my trust in you. ❜

❛ Well surely you don’t blame me. ❜

❛ How nice of you to take time out of your grievance to mock me. ❜

❛ Not now, I need some air. ❜

❛ I’ve learned never trust the beginning of a book. ❜

❛ And perhaps I shall have your throat slit in your sleep. ❜

❛ We have a problem. ❜

❛ This is your fault. ❜

❛ I should have your entire family burned at the stake. ❜

❛ I’m not gonna lie for you. ❜

❛ Be patient with me. Please. ❜

❛ I can’t bear to lose you. ❜

❛ I won’t ever tire of you. ❜

❛ Speak! While there is still mercy in my heart! ❜

❛ Perhaps I have taken all the chances at love that I deserve. ❜

❛ I’m sorry that I failed to love you in the way that you deserved. ❜

❛ Look how far you’ve come. Trading your heart to rise in station. ❜

❛ But let me offer some advice: next time you threaten someone, make sure you have proof. ❜

❛ A theory is nothing more than a feather. ❜

❛ I am on no one’s side, but my own. ❜

❛ A daughter joining her mother for an evening stroll is hardly a crime. ❜

❛ The tears might be a bit much. ❜

❛ I lost both the man I love and the man I could have loved. ❜

❛ I’m asking you to marry me. But I’m begging you to save your own life. ❜

❛ Do you think we can be happy together? ❜

❛ You’re so clever. Your lies come so easily. ❜

❛ You invited me here because you think of me, as often as I think of you. ❜

❛ You don’t know what you’re talking about. ❜

❛ I feel a poison in my heart. How long until I give into it? ❜

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like/reblog for a lyrical starter from Clayton Frollo

(I’ll probs write them tomorrow night because ya boi is TIRED but i wanna do something)

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Hey guys!! I’m doing a year long focus based of fear and people’s reaction to it and the personification of fear! So to do that, I have to do a shit ton of research! So if anyone wants to help me to that I implore you to take this little survey! It’s completely anonymous!

https://forms.gle/uBEi444YPWGn5xBn8

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“Dom Claude Frollo may have raised an emotionally vacant child with severe depression and anxiety, but he didn’t raise a quitter.”

— Quasimodo

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He smiled, giving Clopin a very thankful look. “Thanks. I mean...If you were able to figure it out so quickly, I’m sure they’ll find out one way or another. So it might be more honest to tell them upfront...maybe...” He raised a brow at this Doofus figure. He wasn’t gonna lie, he hadn’t heard all the specifics of his tales so he didn’t know any Phoebus. But, he sounded like an asshole so... “Ugh, cops.” He smirked. “Well I’m excited to meet them all. Do you think...they’ll like me?” He nervously pushed some of his hair away from his face.

Clayton smiled. Well it’s a good thing there wasn’t any specific triggers. There’s no telling how exdrodinarily guilty he’d feel if he accidentally triggered some sort of vision. “Well that’s good.” He was about to say ‘At least one of us is medicated’ but decided that it probably wasn’t the best time. “Well, if it starts to happen and you don’t have a potion...and I’m there, just like...tell me how I can help. Because I wanna help.” He smiled again.

Laughing a little he nodded. “Oh hell yeah! Can you imagine? Us going to the island to cure the curse and mess with Frollo! That’d be so fun!” Sounded like something right out of a fairy tale...but I suppose they were already apart of one anyways. “Ohh!! And I can show you where I used to hang out! I think...Oh my old boss has got to still be on the isle... And Xander...” He mumbled to himself, trying to piece together which of his old friends had come to auradon and which had stayed. He knew some of them went elsewhere, so it was a bit tricky.

Moment of weakness (from your favorite teacher! lol)

Moment of Weakness: 22, My muse is in a frightened or nervous state

Clayton sat in the lighting booth after school, shaking with tears streaming down his face. This weekend was the weekend he was to visit his father. Surprisingly, even though he was a VK, he had to he get papers signed by the man. He had locked the door, but there were a few sets that a few teachers had.

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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why you should not dismiss research unless you rly truly mean it

Internet, I am a queer researcher of queer health and I have something to say.

A few weeks back, a study went viral about the relationship between marriage equality policy and queer teen suicide rates, and a lot of people reacted thusly: “queer mental health is better when we’re not discriminated against! BREAKING: SKY IS BLUE, WATER IS WET”

This happens a lot. People see research about a thing ~Everyone Already Knows~ and they mock it. Now I want to make two things really clear:

1. Everyone does not already know.

2. This shit can lose these projects their funding.

Did you know that media coverage is a crucial factor in funding allocation? When we submit our application for grant renewal, we have to provide a list of news articles about our research so they can decide whether the public cares enough about us to let us keep doing our work. And most research doesn’t get all that much coverage, so individual reactions can really matter. If the primary reaction to our publications is eyerolling, we legitimately might not be able to continue.

I’ve seen some frustration from people who believe this research funding would be better put to use “actually helping” the affected populations instead of–I don’t know, pinning them under microscopes or whatever it is they think we do. But funding for policy initiatives is driven by research. I know you wish politicians would listen to individual voices telling them where the problems are, but that’s honestly not a smart way to direct limited resources. We need solid evidence. And a lot of the areas that need the most attention aren’t obvious–who knew bisexual people are at a much higher risk for physical and mental health disparities than gay and lesbian people? Who would have guessed that transgender folks are more likely than any other group (including straight people) to be military veterans, but overwhelmingly don’t claim their benefits? I’m sure some people noticed these patterns, but they definitely weren’t common knowledge within the queer communities I’ve grown up around, and those findings are leading to direct action as we speak.

I get that it can be frustrating to feel like your identity is being reduced to facts and figures for the benefit of red tape. But trust me, the researchers aren’t your enemy here. Most of us are queer too. All of us are just as frustrated by this crap as you are. We are doing our best, and I swear to you this work really is making a difference. Please don’t sabotage it.

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Your muse just caught mine doing something dangerous! Send “What were you thinking?!” to scold them

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Ok so as fun and cute as Charles Vilmorin is...

There’s not a lot of pictures of him and he ain’t nearly as punk rock as clayton is. He also doesn’t really look like how I imagine clayton...

HOWEVER

THIS CHAOTIC MF

IS EXACTLY THE KIND OF ENERGY I NEED FOR CLAYTON!!!

Long story short, changed his FC, thank you Fyodor for having this perfect chaotic energy. I will definitely be posting more icons n shit

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❝ *ˊ✑ REPO !  THE GENETIC OPERA OST STARTERS

❝   i’ve made my peace ,  i hold no grudge .   ❞ ❝  make it fast !   ❞ ❝  commence your grovelling .   ❞ ❝  i’ll keep those vultures guessing .   ❞ ❝  my legacy is too great to throw away on ingrates .   ❞ ❝  i guess i’ll take it to my death !   ❞ ❝  you never should have left me .  i would’ve given you the world .   ❞ ❝  you cannot be reckless !   ❞ ❝  no ,  i don’t think that i can be fixed .   ❞ ❝  i want to go outside .   ❞ ❝  my burdens ,  i can’t erase .   ❞ ❝  i’m the monster .  i’m the villain !   ❞ ❝  industrialization has crippled the globe .   ❞ ❝  for every market ,  a submarket grows .   ❞ ❝  it’s quick !  it’s clean !  it’s pure ,  it could change your life - rest assured .   ❞ ❝  it’s the twenty - first century cure .   ❞ ❝  what if you could have genetic perfection ?   ❞ ❝  would you change who you are ,  if you could ?   ❞ ❝  where the fuck is [ name ] ?   ❞ ❝  you ain’t got the guts !   ❞ ❝  all bark ,  but no lungs !   ❞ ❝  i can’t feel nothing at all .   ❞ ❝  sometimes ,  i wonder why they need me at all .   ❞ ❝  sometimes ,  i wonder why i even bother .   ❞ ❝  so you think you’ve got heart ?   ❞ ❝  so you think you’ve got balls ?   ❞ ❝  it’s a thankless job ,  but somebody’s got to do it .   ❞ ❝  no one ever thanks me when i’m done .   ❞ ❝  how self - absorbed people can be !   ❞ ❝  with a slice !  or a snip !  eenie - meenie - miney - mo !   ❞ ❝  can i talk to you ?  can you come down please ,  so we can speak ?   ❞ ❝  i thought i’d seen a ghost - your resemblance is striking .   ❞ ❝  state your business .   ❞ ❝  you can learn from all my failures .   ❞ ❝  i’m not supposed to talk to strangers .   ❞ ❝  don’t forget a sheltered rose needs a little room to bloom outside her bedroom .   ❞ ❝  don’t look back ‘til you’re free to chase the morning .   ❞ ❝  [ name ] ,  you’re hurting me !   ❞ ❝  can you forgive me for this ?   ❞ ❝  here’s my prognosis :  will they live ?  doubtful .   ❞ ❝  remember what you did to [ name ] .   ❞ ❝  hope you have my money .   ❞ ❝  i remember every dying whisper ,  every desperate murmur .    ❞ ❝  i’ve always longed for true affection ,  but you compare me to a corpse !   ❞ ❝  you cannot control me ,  [ name ] .   ❞ ❝  you know you want it .   ❞ ❝  didn’t i say the world was cruel ,  didn’t i ?   ❞ ❝  tell me how this happened ,  what i did wrong ?   ❞ ❝  why can’t we just go home  &  forget this dreadful night ?   ❞ ❝  didn’t you say that you were different ,  didn’t you ?   ❞ ❝  say you’re not that person ,  say it .   ❞ ❝  didn’t you say that you’d protect me ,  didn’t you ?   ❞ ❝  someone has replaced you .   ❞ ❝  sometimes i wanted to cry .   ❞ ❝  i didn’t know i love you so much .   ❞ ❝  sometimes i’d stay up all night wishing to god i was the one who died .   ❞ ❝  [ name ] ,  i will not leave you here - you will live .   ❞ ❝  we’ll always have each other in our time of need .   ❞ ❝  you’re the world to me .   ❞

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*Angelica Darling approaches him awkwardly, but smiles slightly when she hands him a few books of her choices* "I've heard that they don't have much literature on the Isle... or at the Church... So I thought that I could change that, if you'd let me, of course"

“Oh-“ He looks surprised when he saw the books handed to him. “Uh... Thanks...” He gave the girl an awkward smile as he took the books. Truth be told, she was right. There weren’t many books on the isle and he certainly didn’t get much literature from Frollo. And now that he was at Auradon...well, he should probably get reading.

“If...If you wanna help...I mean...I don’t mind.” He smiled

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Send a silly “____ is self-care!” line for my Muse to react.

Examples:

“Eating an entire cake”, “Stalking my crush”, “Bathing in the blood of my enemies”, “taking care of you”, “finishing all my homework last minute”, etc.

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Thanks for the follow!!

❤️❤️❤️ Of course!! :D

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Clayton would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to show Frollo up too. I mean, yeah, it’s good to have an adult that you can trust and for all intents and purposes, the boy does trust Clopin. Even if he wasn’t going to see his father, he’d take up his teacher on that any day of the week. But there was a little part of him that just wanted to rub it in Frollos face. Because Clayton knew that watching his own child who he abandoned go to his mortal enemy for support would piss him off so much.

“That’d be great! I’d love to hear them sometime!” He grinned. Of course, the villains of the isle didn’t know every story about his father. He was sure to hear a new one from Clopin. “Maybe then I can tell you about some of the shit I used to pull after I got kicked out.” He laughed.

He had been actually a little nervous to speak to Quasimodo or Esmerelda, though. He knew how much pain his father caused them and worried how it may effect their treatment of him. I mean...it’s not like he’s exactly the spitting image of Frollo but...you know, he still feared dropping his last name. He laughed, playing his nervousness off. “I ain’t much of a dancer...Might watch though.” He smiled.

It faded however, as Clopin mentioned the curse. Oh...right. He nearly forgot about it. “Oh...yeah.” He frowned, an almost apologetic look on his face as he glanced to the ground. “Well...I don’t know much about it but...I do know stuff about triggers so...I don’t know if I accidentally say stuff or do anything that triggers any visions or something...like...let me know.” He smiled again, a reassuring smile.

Moment of weakness (from your favorite teacher! lol)

Moment of Weakness: 22, My muse is in a frightened or nervous state

Clayton sat in the lighting booth after school, shaking with tears streaming down his face. This weekend was the weekend he was to visit his father. Surprisingly, even though he was a VK, he had to he get papers signed by the man. He had locked the door, but there were a few sets that a few teachers had.