#this is a family show: usfw.

[adoratixns]

attention: girls, gays, & theys: muke >

[adoratixns]

ever the aggressor, he wasn't going to go quietly into the elevator. instead. he almost had to say something to provoke madeline - second nature to him as if it were breathing (life and death). evergreen eyes roll in her direction, his boot stuck between the elevator closing and their conversation continuing. "best night of you life?" he questioned. "couldn't have been, you forget you didn't go home with me." arrogance spills between them and it would continue much into the morning, and more than likely into lunch. he laughs, curly head shaking at her as his foot began to move from their level ground. "enjoy your second date. let him know your pussy is worth more than a shitty town pub."

⎯                 madeline leaves the bar that night alone⎯she didn't have to, but she chooses to. as she lays in bed that night; she tosses and turns, haunted by green eyes and the events of that day. as much as she tries to push it into the furthest depths in the back of her mind⎯she just can't. before madeline knows it; her alarm goes off, 6 am, blaring at her. the brunette moves around her apartment like a zombie and despite every bone in her body telling her to stay home today⎯she gets ready. when she gets to the office it's quiet, as it usually is, and she starts her routine like normal. there was still at least another hour before madison had to be there, and every time dark eyes glanced in the direction of the wall clock near her desk⎯she found herself dreading his arrival, and of course, it came sooner than she would've wanted. madison's tall frame waltzes through the front doors⎯arrogant as ever, and on time. green eyes don't look her way nor do they say anything as they pass her desk; madeline brushes it off, even rolling dark eyes as she hears him dart towards the elevator. it seems he can't stop himself as madison does say something, and she doesn't have to look up from her computer⎯she knows a smirk was painting his infuriating features. "you could say that⎯best night of life," she replies calmly and continues to not look his way as she does. "I'm probably going to say yes to a second date⎯since you're so curious."

[smuganya]

SAGRADA FAMILIA Episode 2.06 “Pelo suelto”

[woodblxssomcrowned]

Shipping & bonds call

Because I am shy and bad at reaching out unprompted, this is a shipping call for any of my mutuals who are interested in shipping/discussing a possible ship with Senju Kaname (formerly Maeko). Whether we have interacted before or not or already have something shippy going on and would just like to talk and expand it further.

Note - I am currently particularly interested in romantic &/or sexually charged ships, as well as friendships and enemies, but I am not at all closed off to other dynamics such as ::

Romantically/Sexually :: ((FxM pairings as Kaname is straight. Slow burns, one sided, mutual pining, forbidden love, passionate, young love, friends with benefits etc)) Platonically :: ((Familial, friendships, mentor/mentee etc)) Enemies :: ((Rivals, frenemies, enemies to lovers/friends/allies, enemies with benefits, reluctant allies etc)) Dark :: ((Tormentor/manipulated, corruptor/corrupted, captor/captive, possessive, power imbalance etc))

By hitting the ❤ you are telling me ::

- that you have a muse of your own that you are interested in exploring a ship or dynamic with Kaname - you're interested in me showing up in your DMs to plot or share and discuss ship ideas between our muses, and you'd like to do the same - you're interested in me sending you shippy &/or usfw memes, or other memes that suits the ship, that you have reblogged, and you'd like to do the same - you're interested in me writing random interactions/starters (which you may chose to ignore, but you alright with still getting them), and you'd like to do the same - there's an interest in posting various content dedicated to the ship (Headcanons, art, edits, musings etc)

[maskedquill]

a private , highly - selective , and independent portrayal of colin bridgerton. influenced heavily by julia quinn's bridgerton novels , mixed with some aspects of the netflix series. please read my rules under the cut before following. / please do not follow first.

a study in ; middle child syndrome , grief , the heaviness of armour , the search for a purpose , aimlessness , people pleasing , and eros' arrow.

this is a low maintenance, minimal format, low activity writing blog. please do not expect me to be fast, i'm super slow.

do not follow first please! i want this to be super private and a safe space for me. this is a space for friends!! and ppl i've written with in the past or feel comfy w from @wallflowerswit <3 ty! <3

i'm going to be focusing on platonic threads , specifically threads with the bridgerton siblings as that is what most interests me! i'm open to other platonic dynamics w people outside of his immediate family, it just might require some plotting, especially if im not familiar with the character/fandom!

he's demisexual and that's canon!

shipping isn't a priority but it is for penelope's lol. i'm kinda picky bc i view penelope in a very specific way and sometimes its ok if we're not aligned in that regard. i'll only write romantic threads with penelope bc i just can't compute him loving anyone else. sry he's a one woman kind of man. <3 / i'm down to do ex's , past flings , marina stuff anytime tho!

my portrayal of colin is hard to explain bc its very show based but also very book based as well ?? to be specific , as it stands ... season three of bridgerton is what i base him off of but i imagine him older ( 26 in his main verse ) , a bit more satisfied with his travels , a little more charismatic ( but still using charisma as his shield/armour ) , a matchmaker , much more chaotic and a little less cinnamonroll-y ! also book canon that he's daph and el's favorite brother so that's just a thing i keep in my head at all times <3 and that he's obsessed w his wife <3

very oc, crossover friendly and especially duplicate friendly. give me book canon colin vs show colin, 33 yr old colin vs 22 yr old colin, a red, red rose modern colin vs a red, red rose regency colin!

twenty - one plus only pls! there might be some explicit / smut threads, but i'll always tag as usfw /

i hardblock when i wanna break the mutual and i ask that you do too bc i have memory issues and will very likely forget!

don't be a dick and we're cool!

[adoratixns]

frustration was short of the term that he would use to describe mason. a slew of profanities followed by intriguing would be a beginning of an ongoing list. gray hues do as they do best and stare daggers through him in the vanity mirror just in front of them - all the better view for him to watch mason lose every ounce of moral that he had held on to for far too long. madison was ever the pleaser, willing to say whatever he could to get what he wanted: a wolf in sheep’s clothing so to speak. mason had fallen right into his spiderweb of deceit and sexual advances. there was very little give from the tattooed frame behind the hockey player, but in the event of getting what he desired, he’d be willing to let his barrier fall; chalk it up to beat of the moment. rose tinted lips press against the back of mason’s neck, almost inhaling his scent with the bridge of his nose trailing from the back of his ear towards his neck- committing what he could of the hockey player to his memory; as mason barely let ‘yes’ fall from his own lips. madison left a slow and lingering kiss against the nape of his neck. it was a soft act that he was normally not in favor of, but he knew by the way that mason felt, this was not easy for him. he could be the worst person in the world, but he was caring. he let out a hitched breath intently against the athlete’s skin, just as he felt himself starting to ease into the others heat. the help of his own self lubrication made it a bit easier, but mason was far from the idea that he had thought thus far, and it felt intoxicating - more so than the alcohol that ran through his system. the hand that was his cock’s guide into the others heat fell from his own length at the others vulgar words. granting his wish, (and his own too). his hand was envious now that it was no longer on the athlete’s body, so he let it run slowly over the others hip, along his side and to the side of his throat; where he dipped fingertips into the skin- turning it white in to midst of his hips beginning a rhythm against the male. he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper into what the other had the offer. in the heat of the moment, an envious and lengthy finger came to where mason had just licked his lower lip with the sight that the mirror offered- he watched it all, and with that, he slipped his finger into his mouth past rose tinted lips. there was a smirk on the longer haired male’s lips as he felt the other splitting open for his cock to take control of what he so desperately tried to hang on too. with his finger in mason’s mouth being joined by another, green eyes can’t help but to look in the mirror and watch the filthy display. their skin has since began to make a symphony, and the grip that he had on mason’s cheek with the fingers in his mouth almost had his head pulled backward towards tattoos. his other than rested on mason’s other hip, steadying the both of them for the movements that he forced into the other. curly head fell forward, spitting down mason’s back- allowing it to run down his spine and meet with the rhythm of his fucking into him. “doin’ so good, baby- taking my cock.”

there  had  always  been  a  lot  of  tension  between  the  two  of  them.  before  this  moment  they  only  took  it  out  on  each  other  by  bickering,  causing  even  more  tension  after  it.  the  domino  effect  had  escalated  to  them  being  right  here  in  the  bathroom  of  a  frat  party  where  they  could  finally  truly  take  out  their  frustrations.  the  heat  of  madison's  body  so  near  drew  him  in.  it  made  him  want  to  memorize  every  inch  and  every  one  of  the  countless  tattoos,  just  so  he  could  relive  this  all  in  his  head.  the  way  the  other's  slender  digits  travelled  upwards  from  the  blank  canvas  of  mason's  upper  body  should  have  him  expecting  the  next  step,  but  having  the  ringed  hand  close  around  his  neck  took  him  by  surprise.  a  quiet  oh  fell  from  his  pink  blushed  lips  and  he  froze  into  position.  wide  eyes  brightened  into  a  shade  of  silver  and  mason  fought  in  order  to  not  become  weak  underneath  the  touch  of  warmth  pathing  towards  his  ear  to  whisper.  "yes."  he  replied  fast.  it  was  a  good  thing  he  did,  because  his  airways  were  getting  tighter  by  the  second  due  to  madison's  hold.  he  wanted  to  tell  the  other  not  to  shut  himself  up  either.  to  be  loud  just  as  much,  but  his  voice  could  barely  leave  his  throat  right  now  and  he  wasn't  desperate  enough  to  try.  being  on  this  side  of  such  a  controlling  act  was  causing  a  battle  inside  of  mason's  mind.  dignity  fought  pleasure  and  the  winner  was  so  far  undecided,  which  was  proof  of  the  size  of  his  pride.  the  idea  of  having  the  other  so  close  to  fucking  him  while  controlling  his  breath  caused  waves  of  desire  to  crash  into  him.  the  younger  male  wasn't  sure  how  he  hadn't  given  in  now  that  madison  was  right  behind  him.  the  hand  that  had  placed  the  other's  hard  tip  into  position  quickly  left  as  a  reflex  of  the  touch  and  mindlessly  looked  for  something  else  to  hold  onto,  which  became  the  sink.  only  then  did  he  notice  the  mirror  right  in  front  of  them  and  he  could  see  both  of  their  masculine  bodies  exposed  together.  if  his  breath  hadn't  been  taken  away  already,  the  way  spit  left  the  other's  mouth  and  spilled  along  his  opening  would  have  been  the  moment.  "use  me  then."  he  dared  madison,  feeling  how  his  head  was  snatched  back.  the  corners  of  his  lips  slightly  turned  upwards  because  of  it  and  a  gasp  followed  because  he  could  feel  his  hole  opening  up  ever  so  slightly.  it  awoke  something  inside  of  him  and  he  greedily  arched  his  back  to  give  room  for  better  access.  mason  was  in  trouble  —  and  it  was  all  he  wished  to  be  in.  clearly.  "don't  worry,  love.  we  can  take  it  slow.  take  all  the  time  you  need."  with  words  chosen  to  provoke,  mason  brushed  his  tongue  along  his  lips  to  wet  them  while  looking  into  the  green  hues  in  the  reflection.  he  wasn't  as  patient  as  he  made  himself  out  to  be,  and  ached  for  more.  for  a  brief  second,  the  look  on  his  face  mellowed,  allowing  the  other  a  glimpse  of  his  submission  to  which  the  extent  of  it  wouldn't  be  given  for  free,  hoping  it  would  convince  the  other.  "i  wanna  feel  you  inside  of  me,  madison."

[knightrope]

knightrope : a low activity and private iconless mixed media multimuse, narrated by chai, she/her, 25+. operating on sporadic activity / semi-hiatus. character roster + rules are under the cut. memes.

rules.

all headcanons / original characters stories are mine. however, the media in which they may be inspired from are not.

i will not write or participate in writing explicitly sexual material, holiday specific threads or ships based on infidelity.

if you feature infidelity heavily on your blog (regardless of it being tagged), i most likely will not be following back.

suggestive content may appear but will ultimately fade to black.

force shipping ≠ asking if i ship our muses / wanting to discuss the potential for a ship. i generally prefer to have some discussion romantic shipping before jumping into things to check for chemistry! and, i’m always always down for all other kinds of ships!

i have a preference for plotted threads. but, i do believe in memes as ice breakers + will continue them as threads whenever possible.

notes for plotting: when i say plotting, i don't mean plotting out every interaction between our characters or building a world from top to bottom in one go, this usually means i'd like to discuss how we might proceed with a dynamic / get a general feel of ideas we may have for threads, and build from there on. so, no pressure to have it all figured out!

plotting is also a two way street, please don't leave it all up to me to come up with ideas. this makes me feel uncomfortable and i may softblock if this persists.

trigger warnings will be tagged as 'trigger //'. i ask that you please tag your usfw, jumpscares, and anything involving infidelity.

roster.

original characters ;

ferris caine. "the cleaner". fandomless. zane holtz. affiliated with whitelace.

friday lukas. stormchaser. xmen. rory culkin.

hayato tendou. bleach / modern verse available.

otorobashi akai. pirate captain. fandomless / modern verses available.

takagi seto. bleach / modern verse available. kawaguchi haruna.

ricardo de la fe. private investigator. hancock-inspired. oscar isaac.

canon.

animanga ;

abarai renji. bleach. anime + manga.

hirako shinji. bleach. anime + manga.

ichimaru gin. bleach. anime + manga.

inoue orihime. bleach. anime + manga.

ise nanao. bleach. anime + manga.

shiba kaien. bleach. anime + manga.

unohana yachiru / retsu. bleach. anime + manga.

osaki nana. nana. anime + manga.

takagi yasu. nana. anime + manga.

anya forger. spy x family. anime.

literature;

ellington feint. atwq series. natasha liu bordizzo (older).

kit snicket. atwq / asoue series. amita suman.

movies ;

morticia addams. the addams family / family values. angelica huston.

tv shows ;

connell waldron. normal people. paul mescal.

marianne sheridan. normal people. daisy edgar jones.

REQUEST MUSES ( written privately/highly selective -- feel free to ask ) ; dallas winston, chrissy cunningham, gerry keay, kozume kenma, matthew murdock, max mayfield, nyota uhura, son hak, sylvia sherwood, tomoe.

[bytrauma]

#𝐁𝐘𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀       .       .       .       an   independent   &   relatively   selective   originally   character,   loved   &   cherished   by   jo   (26,   she/her,   cst).   a   study   in   generational   trauma,   being   held   to   an   unattainable   standard,   and   nature   vs   nurture. 

usfw sideblog : @sailorm0uth

 introducing   𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫   '𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫'   𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬,   a   nearly   lovable   son   &   lover   of   the   ocean.   a   lost   cause   full   of   potential.   the   aroma   of   sea   salt   &   caramel.   a   cold   breeze   in   the   ache   of   a   southern   summer.   skipping   church   to   be   with   friends. 

𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 , 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 , 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 , 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 .

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞:   christopher   tyler   james.   𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:   sailor   (   preferred   ),   CJ.   𝐚𝐠𝐞:   25.   𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞   𝐨𝐟   𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡:   march   2nd.   𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧:   daphne,   alabama.   𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭   𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞:   everywhere,   anywhere.   𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫:   cis-male.   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬:   he/him.   𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:   demisexual.    𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧:   agnostic.    𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:   ex marine,   hockey player.    𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:   on   his   boat…..    𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧   𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬:   english,   spanish,   italian,   french.   𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭:   southern   as   hell.   𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦:   vince dunn.   𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫   𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫:   dark / light  brown.   𝐞𝐲𝐞   𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫:   green.   𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭:   6'3".   𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝:   slender/muscular.   𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬:   three   of   swords   on   his   thigh.   𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞:   casual,   comfortable. 

a   home   on   the   bay,   tucked   in   a   quiet   crevice   of   daphne,   alabama,   rests   a   family   composed   of   rough   edges   and   work   ethics.   the   only   child   of   alma   &   tyler   james   spends   his   time   beneath   the   feet   of   his   mother,   who   works   tirelessly   to   keep   the   home   spotless   while   her   husband   spends   another   eternity   deployed   overseas.   she'd   parted   her   ways   with   the   army   after   her   unexpected   pregnancy,   and   had   made   little   to   no   peace   with   her   newfound   life   as   a   stay   at   home   mother.   a   woman   so   deeply   wounded   by   this   sudden   feeling   of   weakness   and   inferiority,   covered   it   all   with   a   weary   smile   as   she   tended   to   her   one   and   only   child.

christopher,   who   was   destined   for   greatness   from   the   very   start,   was   the   byproduct   of   two   young   lovers   who   sped   along   the   timeline   of   all   their   hopes   &   dreams.   raised   in   a   household   where   his   father   showed   face   when   he   could,   a   well   respected   marine   who   could   never   seem   to   shake   work   from   him,   and   a   mother   who   remained   devoted   despite   her   hesitance   to   remove   herself   from   her   prior   lifestyle.   regardless,   she   diligently   spent   her   time   planting   her   roots,   immersing   her   one   and   only   son   in   every   sport,   in   every   class.   perfection   and   success   simply   found   itself   embedded   within   the   chemistry   of   their   being,   and   alma   wouldn't   release   the   vice   grip   she   had   on   all   the   control   she   held   in   her   life,   and   christopher   was   no   exception.

there   was   a   rather   isolating   feeling   that   seemed   to   plague   christopher   at   quite   a   young   age,   though   he   made   every   effort   to   make   friends   &   exist   as   any   other   growing   child.   something   just   felt   off,   and   he'd   blame   his   mother   and   all   her   need   to   worry.   he   excelled   beyond   most   of   the   kids   his   age,   which   would   only   leave   him   bored   &   understimulated.   a   whining   boy,   begging   for   more,   and   how   he   grows   to   become   older   and   exasperated   by   the   weight   of   his   own   expectations.

it's   not   until   christopher   gets   older,   hitting   high   school,   that   his   father   retires   and   finds   solace   at   home.   it   felt   as   though   life   was   simple   &   pristine   under   the   care   of   his   mother,   and   how   it   all   seemed   to   flip   upside   down   the   second   his   father   came   home.   the   thing   about   war   was   that   no   matter   a   soldier's   resilience   to   remain   alive,   a   large   part   of   them   dies.   christopher   never   seemed   to   recognize   his   father,   and   despite   the   hallowed   look   in   his   eyes   -   his   father   insisted   for   christopher   to   follow   in   his   footsteps.   it   only   left   christopher   disgruntled,   solely   because   he'd   found   some   routine   in   his   life   that   left   no   room   for   him   to   sign   his   life   away   to   the   military. 

habitual,   he   enjoyed   the   routine   of   his   studies,   and   practices   ranging   from   soccer,   tennis,   and   hockey.   it   all   eventually   withered   down   to   hockey,   which   was   something   that   came   almost   natural.   he   was   good,   and   he   knew   that.   seemed   a   shame   that   his   father   couldn't   seem   to   see   it.   alma,   however,   prayed   that   christopher   would   run   off   with   a   scholarship   and   shed   the   skin   that   his   father   wished   to   instill.   how   tragic,   really,   that   life   never   seemed   to   be   that   cut   &   dry. 

the   noise   of   his   father   grew   louder,   and   the   way   christopher   remained   firm   in   his   rejection   of   that   life   had   only   provoked   tyler   to   grow   more   agitated.   the   memory   of   his   father's   first   episode   still   remains   clear   in   the   very   back   of   his   mind.   the   horrified   look   of   his   mother   could   never   be   drowned   away   by   the   horrors   christopher   would   face   in   his   future.   it   remained   branded   in   his   memory,   and   each   &   every   fight   would   push   christopher   further   into   something   he   never   wanted   for   himself   to   begin   with.   the   argument   in   which   christopher   felt   as   though   he   was   far   too   docile   to   become   engrossed   by   a   life   of   violence   was   met   with   a   rebuttal   that   he   would   leave   parris   island   a   different   man.   there   was   no   longer   any   fight,   and   to   his   mother's   horror,   he'd   find   himself   caught   up   in   the   enlistment   process   his   senior   year   of   high   school.

all   the   dreams   he   carried   for   himself   were   quickly   shattered,   and   he'd   be   stuck   living   a   life   that   appeased   his   father   rather   than   himself.   the   greedy   hands   that   dipped   into   his   life   ripped   him   of   any   sense   of   control.   graduation   rolls   around,   and   dread   fills   him   to   the   brim.   to   be   sent   away   felt   harrowing,   and   he   still   recalls   the   way   his   mother   fell   apart   before   his   very   eyes.   he   knew,   deep   down,   that   she   never   wished   to   be   a   mother   so   soon,   but   her   love   for   him   pushed   away   any   desire   to   be   anything   else   other   than   his   protector.   this   was   the   one   thing   she   couldn't   save   him   from,   and   he   knew   that   from   the   look   in   her   eyes. 

he   goes   in   with   the   mindset   of   getting   out,   picking   a   standard   infantry   MOS   with   no   desire   to   make   the   advancements   that   his   father   had.   although   he'd   survived   through   boot   camp,   a   part   of   him   remained   back   at   parris   island.   resented   the   fact   that   his   father   was   right,   that   christopher   had   shed   his   docile   demeanor   for   the   sake   of   survival.   to   come   home   a   failure   would   never   be   a   viable   option,   and   that   much   he   knew.   it   all   blurs   together,   and   the   years   become   a   gruesome   act   of   violence   done   in   the   name   of   keeping   his   father   proud.   he   kept   in   touch   with   his   mother,   and   he   remembers   the   way   that   she   sounded   with   every   call.   the   sorrow   in   her   voice   when   he   speaks   of   his   deployment,   and   how   she   confides   in   him   that   she'd   found   her   way   back   to   church   since   he'd   been   gone.   she   could   stomach   the   loss   of   her   husband,   how   he's   sent   back   just   the   shell   of   the   man   she   had   known,   but   she   wasn't   sure   she   could   handle   the   pain   of   her   son   losing   himself   in   this   life.

the   years   drone   by,   and   he   makes   it.   no   matter   the   way   he   begged   God   for   death,   he'd   still   remain.   he   comes   home   in   one   piece,   with   all   the   reward   to   show   for   it.   to   see   his   father   left   him   with   a   bitter   taste   in   his   mouth.   it   was   easy   to   fixate   on   the   resentment,   as   if   he   hadn't   built   bonds   with   the   men   around   him.   nicknamed   sailor   for   christopher's   affinity   for   the   water   –   staying   up   rattling   off   all   of   his   regrets,   the   positives   that   stuck   with   him   until   the   very   end.   the   aggravation   that   rolls   right   off   of   him   the   second   his   father   mentions   reenlisting.   it   was   nearly   enough   to   break   the   levy,   but   christopher   knew   better   than   to   engage   in   another   war   with   his   father.

a   heartbreak   that   settles,   leaving   his   mother   to   follow   a   new   dream.   he   couldn't   stand   to   sleep   under   the   same   roof,   to   have   her   running   to   him   when   he   wakes   from   his   sleep   drenched   in   a   cold   sweat   and   panicked.   it   wasn't   fair   for   her   to   suffer,   once   more,   but   with   the   one   person   she   couldn't   stand   to   really   lose. 

he   buys   the   boat,   rushes   off   to   live   a   life   at   sea.   no   destination   in   mind,   without   thought   and   without   the   shackles   of   what   other's   deem   fit   for   him.   

he   comes   to   the   realization   that   his   life   has   been   lived   to   appease   just   about   anyone   other   than   himself   .   to   finally   have   the   time   to   reconnect   with   himself   ,   and   what   he   truly   has   been   passionate   about   from   the   very   start   .   with   past   connections   ,   and   ambition   &   drive   to   match   ,   he   finds   his   way   right   back   home   to   the   ice   .   it's   a   grueling   task   ,   having   to   prove   himself   -   make   a   name   for   himself   .   all   in   due   time   ,   with   patience   &   determination   ,   does   he   find   himself   a   home   . 

and   life   ,   however   shrouded   by   his   past   ,   feels   more   like   his   own   and   less   like   a   reflection   of   what   is   to   be   expected   of   him   .   whether   he's   tethered   to   his   boat   ,   or   living   a   life   on   the   road    .   .   .    what   has   always   mattered   most   ,   and   had   always   fallen   last   ,   was   himself   .   his   passions   .   what   it   was   that   gave   him   the   drive   to   keep   it   pushing   when   it   all   felt   a   little   too   much   . 

[pctentialbreakupsong-archive]

PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!

ALIAS / NAME: Berry! (Fun fact, that is actually part of my real name <3)

BIRTHDAY: July 1st, 1995.

ZODIAC SIGN: cancer sun, leo moon. sagittarius rising. my chinese zodiac is the boar/pig

HEIGHT: 5'4"

HOBBIES: writing, singing, doing musicals, dungeons and dragons

FAVOURITE COLOUR: orange & teal

FAVOURITE BOOKS: harry potter and the half blood prince (i love all of them but this is my favorite), fangirl, thirteen reasons why.

LAST FILM / TV SHOW: i've been rewatching the vampire diaries. i've also been watching dimension 20's new season every wednesday i get home from work because i'm a nerd.

RECENT READS: new reads? i read the acotar books and i'm still working through the last one. (i might be adding a few muses shh) but the book i most recently read was fangirl -- which was a re-read.

INSPIRATION: i genuinely get the most inspiration when i get deep into plotting and world building with people. it's when i end up having the most muse. i also have playlists for every single one of my muses -- not music that they would

STORY BEHIND URL: um...i got hyperfixated on potential breakup song by aly & aj. i joked with sylas ( @dcmoniism ) that if i made an usfw blog for my rps, then it would be potentialbreakupsong_explicitversion. but i also love writing romance and all the things that come with it, so i feel like it kind of encapsulates that.

FUN FACT ABOUT ME: i can sing. i have borderline personality disorder. i have two cats. i'm an optician. i'm the baby of my family. uh....i did musical theater for 17 years? i'm halfway done through my bachelors in psychology and decided i wanted to be an optician for the rest of my life. i'm trying to think of other fun facts about me....idk. all of them aren't very fun, i guess. xDD

TAGGED BY: @starwrittenfates

[adoratixns]

🚪

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together

after a night of shrimp tempura at the sushi joint just down the block from his flat, luke's favorite; they had decided to stay the remainder of the night at his place. it was closer to the city, and less of a drive to morgan's upscale side of town. he also found so much pleasure in seeing fairy lights strewn across the simplicity that was luke's apartment. after the short walk from the sushi restaurant, and making it through the camera snaps, they had found themselves in the hotel elevator. the pair adjacent to one another as the door shut, luke had hit the elevator button, and green eyes widened at the conundrum that was the elevator-halting its route to the floor of luke's apartment. "don't panic. don't panic." he huffs; clear that morgan was panicking. "fuck, we're stuck." manicured nails comb through curls, even more clear of his worry. what's better to help take his mind off of this? they're stuck. finally, after dialing-up the emergency phone, help responds. "we'll have you out in about half an hour." this gave the curly headed fuck an idea, and enough time to finish his wicked scheme too. "half an hour," he repeated like a parrot. far be it from morgan to be able to resist luke, when cameras had no hope of catching snapshots of them. with time working in their favor, curly headed male shift towards blue hues, scanning over features with nothing but desire burning behind the forest that painted morgan's hues. without waiting for luke's hesitation, morgan's manicured hands brush slightly up luke's clothes that covered his attributes that were reserved for morgan alone. his hands then grasp at the smaller male's chisled cheeks, backing him to the elevator wall in the heat of the moment. it all happened fast that the bridge of the taller brunette's nose brushed against luke's as if it were a signal to where this action was leading. after, he connected their lips, not pausing their moment as his lips parted- begging for permission (that he would take) to deepen their kiss with their tongues brushing against one another in a choreographic harmony.

[atduhton]

       [ #DUHTON ] beth dutton of paramount's yellowstone. this blog is MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE and PLOT FOCUSED. this is not my main blog. while i do adhere predominantly to canon, i am working on rewriting canon events to better suit my muse and interests. this blog is trigger heavy and acknowledges the many flaws that exist within the yellowstone universe, and especially within the dutton family. with that said, i don't care about your opinions regarding the show.

affiliated : @burygods , @cultfic , exclusives : @petrosy4n ,

                     this is a place for me to explore a character i love unconditionally and i will only interact with a select few. basic rules apply. roleplay etiquette is both expected and enforced. plotting is encouraged. i am an unashamed beth dutton stan, i will defend her with my life. any hate towards her, me or my friends will be ignored and you will be blocked. usfw content may be featured on this blog. it will be tagged plainly but otherwise will not be hidden. memes. about. sideblog.

[adoratixns]

madison: yeah, okay baby. whatever you say madison: are you lying to me or yourself?? madison: i'm sure the minute you see me, all you'll think about is how good i felt inside of you.

mason: now you're twisting my words mason: you're disgusting as fuck, keep dreaming you piece of shit mason: i'm not a bottom bitch, just wanted to try something new mason: don't think it's ever happening again, it's not

[smuganya]

SAGRADA FAMILIA Episode 2.04 "Abriendo los ojos"

[slaymetal]

slaymetal ; a low activity + private iconless roleplay sideblog for a headcanon-based + rewritten eddie munson brought to you by chai, she/her, 25. in character activity is primarily run on a ghost queue. interactions are plot heavy. character info + rules are under the cut. musings dump sideblog. sideblog to multimuse blog. pinterest. 

affiliates : slaycheer, slayedeath, slaytwin, muns0ned.

rules.

i follow back from de2thletter ( my main multimuse blog linked above ). we must be mutuals there to interact. thank you!

all headcanons are mine unless otherwise stated. please do not steal.

sexually explicit content will not be featured or written.

i don’t write / participate in any holiday-specific threads, and ships or plots in which there is cheating involved. i most likely won’t interact with any muses who use dead people as their faceclaims. this is merely said for my personal comfort!

trigger warnings will be tagged “trigger //”. if i miss anything, please remind me and i will rectify it promptly. please tag your usfw and jumpscares !

i do enjoy plot heavy threads the most. but, that mostly means the more we actively discuss things, the more i can understand how to move forward and the more invested i get.    please do not expect me to do all the plotting. it burns me out / is discouraging. that’s not to say i can’t do one liners or don’t enjoy the random scenes we want to try, but it’s a primary preference to discuss plots at some length. also, it helps me get to know you as a writer and what you prefer as well!

i am currently not looking for anymore partners for romantic shipping. please respect this, thank you! that being said, i love all other types of ships as well ! parental / familial / platonic, etc.

bio.

born in 1966 to christopher munson and julia dean in chicago, illinois, edmund archibald munson lived there with both his parents till he was ten years old. in 1976, his mother julia dies from an illness, and soon, christopher moves them back to his hometown of hawkins, indiana.

the munson’s have always had a bad reputation whether deserved or not, and it wasn’t easy for them to settle in. at school, eddie bears the brunt of abusive words which would last into young adulthood. this only gets worse for him when christopher is arrested two years into living in hawkins and sent to prison. in a small town, news travels faster and eddie can’t seem to escape any of the assumptions about his family and himself. moreso when he begins to rebel further in school and openly speaking against societal conformity and his passion for heavy metal music.

not alone for long, however, he meets his soon to be corroded coffin bandmates in his last year of middle school where they perform for the school’s talent show. after which they are suspended for a week.

in high school, eddie fares about just the same as he has in middle school, facing the brunt of bullies and rumours circulating about his habits, his proclivities, etc. constantly bored out of his mind in classes and burnt out from the expectations, his grades and attendance slip further. soon, he finds himself in his second year of senior year and despite the fact he would rather not try his damndest for people who have already labeled him a failure, he won’t give them the satisfaction of actually failing to graduate, so he determines for 1986 to be his year. however, it’s in the spring that everything falls to pieces.

within the s4 frame, eddie survives the demo-bat attack using an (unspecified tbd) fire-lit weapon and his spiked shield which buys him much more time. however, he is still heavily injured and riddled with scars along his torso, legs, and neck.

post s4, he is recuperating at hopper’s cabin, bunking with hopper and jane.

[juhggies]

juhggies : a sporadic activity + private iconless roleplay blog for jughead jones of the archie comics; headcanon-based + non-riverdale compliant, brought to you by chai, she/her, 26. in character activity is primarily run on a queue. interactions are plot heavy. character info + rules are under the cut. pinterest.

affiliates : betty , veronica , gladys .

bio ( fact sheet ).

rules.

all headcanons are mine unless otherwise reblogged / given credit to by the source. please do not steal. icon used for avatar is not mine. credit is here.

sexually explicit content will not be featured or written.

i don’t write / participate in any holiday specific threads or plots in which cheating is involved. i also most likely will not be interacting with any muses who use dead people as their faceclaim. this is merely said for my own personal comfort!

trigger warnings will be tagged “trigger //“. if i miss anything, please remind me and i will rectify it promptly. please tag your usfw and jumpscares !

i do enjoy plot heavy threads the most. but, that mostly means the more we actively discuss things, the more i can understand how to move forward and the more invested i get. please do not expect me to do all the plotting. it burns me out / is discouraging. that’s not to say i can’t do one-liners or don’t enjoy the random scenes we want to try, but it’s a primary preference to discuss plots at some length. also, it helps me get to know you as a writer and what you prefer as well!

romantic shipping is highly selective. i write jughead as a demi-romantic, sex-neutral asexual. therefore, romance isn’t impossible, but it’s also very low priority for jughead. i’m up to discussion and plotting, however ! and, i do very much enjoy platonic / familial / enemy type, etc. ships.

to echo the brief mention in the above intro, this blog will not acknowledge any canon from the riverdale tv show.

[fatehbaz]

There is this desert wildflower -- a rare plant, an endemic species -- known to inhabit only about 10 acres of land along the base of the Silver Peak Range at Rhyolite Ridge. The plant is small, short, unimposing. The plant’s home -- within Nevada borders, a bit north of Death Valley, a bit west of Tonopah, and a bit east of the Inyo Mountains and the desert valley below -- sits near the ecological transition zone between the Great Basin ecoregion and the Mojave Desert.

Surveillance cameras, installed in the desert, now monitor the wildflowers.

The plant: Tiehm’s buckwheat (Eriogonum tiehmii). More than half of all of the surviving plants -- more than half of the species -- were killed or damaged in summer 2020.

Amidst ongoing mining surveys in the region, Australian mining company ioneer is seeking a permit to open a lithium mine at Rhyolite Ridge. If their plans are approved, it has been estimated that about 50% to 75% of Tiehm’s buckwheat will be destroyed.

So of course, there is controversy. In that context, the mine developer, politicians, land management agencies, the governor’s office, field ecologists, and environmental groups are all closely watching the creature. And they’re all arguing fiercely over what, exactly, happened in summer 2020 that led to the plant’s death and destruction.

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I’d been following this controversy, but it wasn’t until I read a recent article that I was able to see the comments of multiple biologists brought together in one place. Daniel Rothberg, writing for The Nevada Independent, synthesized a lot of the ongoing controversy and research in an enlightening article from 10 January 2021, where he cites plenty of biologists with, at times, conflicting ideas about what was responsible for the destruction. (Most of the quotes here can be found/verified in that article. Basically, all I’m doing here is summarizing Rothberg’s reporting, so I’d recommend just checking out his article.)

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In 2019, after the Center for Biological Diversity petitioned state and federal agencies to list the plant as endangered, the Australian mining company basically said (here, in Rothberg’s words) “that a mitigation proposal for Tiehm’s buckwheat,” rather than full-blown legal protections, ‘would maintain the species” adequately, with the company apparently preemptively deflecting criticism by “emphasizing the need for more lithium in supply chains for batteries and electric vehicles.”

So, in September 2020, it was announced that thousands of the plants had recently been found dead, with thousands more damaged.

In October 2020, a supervisory biologist (Jim Morefield) with the Nevada Department of Natural Heritage submitted a report stating that “of about 44,000 individuals, one could estimate that 16,000 plants were killed [in summer 2020] and another 11,000 damaged, leaving about 17,000 plants undamaged as of September 17 [2020].”

Some botanists -- working for environmental groups, universities, and land management agencies -- are saying that the “staggering” number of damaged plants and the extremely sudden occurrence of the damage suggest that the plants might’ve been targeted purposely by humans. (A field survey sponsored by the Center for Biological Diversity submitted: “The buckwheats appear to have been dug up by small shovels or spades.”)

Other scientists -- including some working for land management agencies, universities, or otherwise contracted by the lithium mine company -- say that rodents were responsible. This claim (about rodents) raises more questions: If rodents did engage in herbivory (which hadn’t previously seemed to affect this buckwheat species, especially at such scale and pace), then what would’ve driven the rodents to do suddenly harvest buckwheat?

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Settler-colonial land management agencies can’t find a consensus about what happened.

Rodents? The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service visited the site to assess evidence of rodent herbivory on the buckwheat. They claimed that white-tailed antelope ground squirrels might’ve been the most likely responsible vandal.  The study’s lead author, a botanist from the region, acknowledged the tension: “Many biologists wrote into the Fish and Wildlife Service with their opinions that this could not possibly have been caused by rodents [...].”

The Nevada Department of Wildlife also investigated the site and instead reported that, if rodents had indeed been responsible, the damage looks more consistent with foraging behavior of pocket gophers. But even the department’s director also added: “the scale over which the disturbance occurred by far exceeds known home range size for an individual pocket gopher” and also doubted that multiple pocket gophers would simultaneously shift to targeting the buckwheat, especially at such a scale.

Meanwhile, the Nevada Department of Natural Heritage report on the damage estimated that, as summarized by Rothberg’s article: “if 27,000 buckwheat plants were damaged or killed, 900 individual rodents would have had to have consumed one plant per day for the course of a month.”

To be fair, some other ecologists in the region, some cited in Rothberg’s article, do reference how 2020 was the driest year on record for the Great Basin, and these ecologists acknowledge that they’ve seen some evidence of rodents’ herbivory in times of drought. Part of the implication: Anthropogenic climate change and associated sudden drought/heat might drive rodents to rapidly change their habits and target unusual foraging items, like the buckwheat.

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Of course, James Calaway, executive chariman for the mining company ioneer, referencing the USFWS study (the one that name-drops white-tailed antelope ground squirrels as the culprit), said that the study “conclusively shows that the destruction of Tiehm’s buckwheat at Rhyolite Ridge discovered in mid-September was exclusively animal caused.”

“Conclusively.” OK.

Patrick Donnelly, director of the Center for Biological Diversity, speaking about the origin of the destruction, said recently about the source of the destruction (quoted in the Las Vegas Sun): “It does not matter if it was a squirrel or a kangaroo or aliens or James Calaway himself. The plant needs to be listed under the Endangered Species Act. It should have been listed when we discovered the damage."

Ben Grady is president of the Eriogonum Society (Eriogonum being the genus/family name for buckwheat) and a botanist at Ripon College. As quoted in Rothberg’s article: “I study buckwheat, and normally there is not a lot of herbivory on buckwheat.”

Naomi Fraga is the director of conservation at the California Botanic Garden. Working with the Center for Biological Diversity, she visited the buckwheat site to perform an assessment of the damage. As quoted in Rothberg’s article, speaking about the USFWS’s study: “I just don’t think it’s a case-closed.” Fraga, referencing the possibility that rodents were responsible: “It would be extraordinary.” Also Fraga: “That is one of the largest puzzles that is hard to reconcile with a natural event: the targeted nature, how specific it was and that it occurred across a whole range of the species.”

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See photos of the desert wildflower, and read more: Daniel Rothberg. “The curious case of a rare plant’s destruction raises further questions about the extinction crisis, climate change and the role of humans.” The Nevada Independent. 10 January 2021.

Interesting plant, interesting tale.