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// I’m back babies!!! I have everyone I owe in drafts so don’t worry I’ll get to you! xx
// BY THE WAY GUYS,
I’m gonna be on holiday from tomorrow till Tuesday so I will only be lurking, maybe replying to the odd post but I’ll be mobile till Tuesday.
just so you know i haven’t disappeared. i will be back.
Wowza here I am at 450. I am not sure why I do the +150 as my marks but its very nice to me I suppose. ANYWAYS I have no freaking clue how I got here. I mean it seems like just yesterday I was freaking out about the fact that a silly rp blog could have 100 followers.
As some of you may know I’ve had a very difficult time these past couple of months. With straight up betrayal, to my siblings getting put into foster care, to my father showing me his 4th brand new family and home. The point is that I don’t have any friends. Literally by the end of August I’ll have one who wants to hang out with me. So when I say that you all are the only friends that I have I honestly mean that. I’m a really big genderfluid loser.
The main point is that for me this is so much more than a roleplay blo and so much more than an escape from reality. Some of this muses(Ruka, Blakely, Isadara, Damien, and Momo) they have been with me for so long(nearly 9 years) that they are basically my children and my best friends. This blog is my world and you have all been so lovely and kind it my little world. I honestly cannot thank you enough and I’m tearing up at writing this now jfc. I LOVE you all as if you were all standing here with me.
Thank you for everything and I love you.
NOW FOR THE LESS TEAR INDUCING PART:
The people who I will follow for the rest of my days.
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// oh my days you beauty! im here for ya and thank you xxxx
“Oh please,-” Marc couldn’t help but laugh, this man was really just as much as a flirt as Marc was. He met his match.
Mikey shrugged, chuckling. “Well, I thought I should give it a try…” Flirting was seriously very easy for Mikey. Especially with such a handsome guy. He smiled at Marc, biting his lip a little. “Your laugh is amazing.”
Marc finished his drink, trying to distract himself with the taste as he looked away, a smile still there as the glass left his lips. “You think so?” His voice had grown lower, “Because I may take you up on your offer...Someday.”
Tumblr’s in trouble, it’s time to signal the only hero this website has.
Okay losers, I found a solution to your problem. If you use Chrome, then I recommend something known as Stylish. It allows you to alter or revert Tumblr back to whatever you wish.
I found this one, called Classic Editor. & it harbours some of the editing we came to know and love. AND. IT ALLOWS YOU TO EDIT YOUR POSTS NORMALLY.
Now I don’t know if the update it me or not, I refused to check but right now I can edit posts and delete past text.
Give it a go!
// to be honest they’ve obviously done this to stop people deleting the original poster’s credit etc etc
however its shit for roleplayers
and im sorry but im not into IT and HTML i’m a lit student so pls i don’t wanna do html to reply i just wanna write.
OK EVERY ROLEPLAYER ON TUMBLR
I THINK WE ALL KNOW THE NEW UPDATE AND I AM GOING TO SEND THE TUMBLR STAFF A 5 PARAGRAPH LETTER TO THEM ABOUT THIS UPDATE
I WANT TO SHOW THE TUMBLR STAFF THE ROLEPLAYERS THAT ARE IRRITATED WITH THIS UPDATE, SO REBLOG IF YOU ARE AND ILL LIST YOUR URL DOWN ON ANOTHER PAPER.
‘I’ll take that as a yes’
“What can I say? Suits are my weakness and that one certainly holds you very well.”
It was the peak of the day, why would anyone but Hal be in the gym when you could be out in the summer air.
“Ahhh man, a cold shower in this weather is just perfection.” Hal murmured to himself. Or so he thought.
‘Does this look alright?’
“---”
// BY THE WAY GUYS,
I’m gonna be on holiday from tomorrow till Tuesday so I will only be lurking, maybe replying to the odd post but I’ll be mobile till Tuesday.
just so you know i haven’t disappeared. i will be back.
i should not be so attracted to a man covered in blood: a biography
“You could sit on my lap, that would make me feel very happy; ya know.” Mikey smirked and took a sip of his drink. “Plus, you’d practically have your seat back then.”
“Oh please,-” Marc couldn’t help but laugh, this man was really just as much as a flirt as Marc was. He met his match.
“–Yes, I remember,” Jill acknowledged his words with a slight nod, noting his anxious demeanor. With a light wave of her hand she motioned towards a chair at one end of the file-strewn desk. “Perhaps you’d care to ellaborate on that matter. You have my word that anything you say here is strictly confidential.”
Marc took the chair, his hands restless in his lap, he nodded at the confidentiality. He trusted her, he knew Jill was the top of the top and exactly what he needed for his case. “My men and I recently came back from South Africa and we---Well, some of the men they- started becoming y’know...different to themselves.” Marc cleared his throat, “Am I making any sense?”
“I–… I promised you dinner?…”
“Yes.”
“So, where is it?”
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The blonde woman’s shoes squeaked slightly upon the freshly-polished floor as she made her way down the hallway of the clinic, pushing open the door to her office with a smile as she laid eyes upon the man waiting within.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting for so long,” she greeted apologetically, retrieving her white coat from the hook on the back of the door and pulled in on before extending a hand to the stranger. “I’m Jill Tuck.”
Marc was pacing a little; he couldn’t help it. His troop had been struck with a sickness for weeks and not the usual fatigue or virus either. It was bad - like mentally bad.
And he was worried moreso that he now possessed the early symptoms. “Evening ma’am, I’m Marc Anthony - I called earlier on a matter of urgency.”