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"You're all just some chicken-shit followers!" | Under heavy construction  | revamp. in sep/18

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"I-I'm sorry," Brook tensed, her heartbeat fastened ever since she realized the woman had been behind her all along. "I swear I'm not trying to-” she bit her lip, shaking her head slightly in an unconscious display of her internal disapproval; her lying skills couldn’t even fool herself. “Ugh! I-” Teeth clenched in frustration. “I just really, really need drugs, okay?”

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what IS UP guys smash that like or reblog button if you’re interested in dabbling in the dark side. this is fali bringing you the latest in her lineup of muses, CAROL DENNING of ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK. be aware that huge trigger warnings such as murder and drugs will be present. tags will be added tomorrow and shit but the majority is set up.

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PSA !

so it took me a REALLY long time to finally come to terms with the whole, “even if you take a week, or a few weeks, or even a month to get replies done, NO ONE is going to be mad at you!” i find i’m always telling everyone, please take your time, never rush replies, muse comes when it comes, i’m patient. but yet, i never let myself do that, i never let myself take my time, i never let myself let muse come when it comes. but now, i’m getting there. i’ve finally let muse come when it comes, because rushing muse makes muse run away further. not only that, but when you have the mentality of, “if i don’t get these drafts done, no one is going to like me anymore” it makes anxiety worse, and makes you not want to be here anymore.

SO what i’m trying to get across from this rambling ( probably confusing ) mess above, please let yourself relax. please let muse come when it comes. please go easy on yourself. even if all you did was one draft today, YOU DID AMAZING! even if you didn’t do any drafts, you know what, tomorrow is a new day! don’t be so harsh on yourself. you’re only human! and no one is going to rush you for replies, and even if someone does rush you for replies, well then, they aren’t worth writing with. make sure to ALWAYS take care of YOU first. YOU come first before ANY replies. make sure you’re in the right headspace to write replies. don’t force muse just to please people. because the people worth writing with, will always be patient with you!

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yo, how much do we need to bribe more people into the oitnb rpc?

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“Excuse me, um-” Brook inched closer, looking around to make sure no CO’s were able to hear her. “Are you Brooklyn? I was... told you have chocolate, and I was wondering...” she lowered her tone. “What’s your price for a couple of Sneakers? P and I are dating for almost a month already, and we haven’t talked about it, but she’s always so thoughtful and sweet, so of course, she’s gonna get me something, and-” She stopped herself, realizing her voice had grown gradually louder as she spoke, and now other inmates were staring. 

“Sorry, I... tend to ramble,” she whispered, lowering her gaze.

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‘You can’t cheat grief,’ Nicky had said, back in the drugs cabinet. Brook accepted it at the time, maybe because the rational side of her brain convinced her the junkie would know more about the subject than she did; maybe because she was just too damn tired to argue. Either way, it was easier to cope (if you could call it that) with grief during a riot, especially when surrounded by the other girls, who were hurting just as much as she was.

Four days of watching white walls later, cuffed to a hospital bed, however? That was hell. Without the adrenaline that’d kept her going during the rebellion, now there was no escape from the familiar pain that crept into her every waking moment, the acute twists in her heart every time her mind wandered to her memories of the past few months; the despair of loving someone you’ll never get back.

Who cared about an ex-junkie advice? She’d cheat that feeling till the end of her days.

“Please, just...” Brook insisted, rubbing her forehead. “A sedative, a... a sleeping pill, antidepressants,” her fingers tapped anxiously, it would only be a moment before the CO who watched her came back “anything. I just need to stop thinking.”

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FxF plots to consider

one is openly gay/bi/pan/whatever and the other isn’t sure and is experimenting and they meet in a lesbian bar

“heathers” with lesbians

they started to pretend to be dating to get fuckboys to stop creeping on them but whoops they actually like each other

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE MY BOSS’ DAUGHTER?!” “I DON;T KNOW WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WORKED FOR MY DAD???” “GOD DAMMIT!”

one is a sorority president and the other is a new pledge

actress and techie

1920s au - a fundamentalist and a flapper

alternatively, a 1920s au where one’s a bootlegger

“oh shit the new girl that got kicked out of her old school for fighting is super hot help”

single mom and kindergarten teacher

high-strung businesswoman and a chilled out barista who gives them their daily coffee fix

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can we just appreciate how marvelous she is and how she makes me cry every single time?

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roleplaying habits questions.

what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

are there any languages besides english in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?

how often do you reach for a synonym dictionary when writing? how about mentally?

how often do you need to translate your own or the other’s writing with a dictionary or google when writing and reading replies?

do you listen to music while your write?

do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?

are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?

how does tiredness affect your writing?

have you ever written a serious reply intoxicated?

how much do you proof-read as you are writing vs. proof-read at the end?

when you are writing a reply, how much ahead in the thread do you plan?

is there ever been a time when you’ve had to drop a roleplaying partner because you’ve found their writing style exhausting?

does writing roleplay things in public spaces make you uncomfortable?

what do you do after you see a person has replied? do you read it immediately, or do you wait for it to show up on the dash? do you like it, draft it immediately, etc?

how often do you need to change the icon in your reply while or after writing the reply?

do you first get in the “zone” when writing, or do you start writing and “enter” it that way?

what is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?

what’s your inbox count currently? what did you do to get it so high/low?

how many drafts is a paralysing amount?

if you are writing a wrong reply that’s not working out, do you save what you have to be continued at another date, or do you scrap it and rewrite?

does making icons give or take away energy to write? what about other graphics?

longest reply you’ve ever writen on mobile?

does the total amount of threads you have going on matter to you, or just how many you owe?

what’s your thought process when you format? any unspoken rules you follow?

how does your follower count affect your mood?

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is it worth it to start watching the walking dead?

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Brook would join the Jericho movement before it even started, just saying.

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       It was always amusing when people saw Tessa for the first time. Their reactions were always either one of two things: terror or awe. It said a lot about a person- it was Annabelle’s main way of judging character. If people treated Tessa with respect, they’d probably treat her with respect, too. It was actually a pretty reliable method. If someone had the gall to yell at something that could tear their face off in five seconds flat, it’s usually not that hard for them to yell at a regular human being. ❝ She ain’t gonna bite ya, ya don’t need to scoot away like that. As long as ya don’t try to, like, attack ‘er or anything. ❞ It was meant as a joke, but based off Brook’s expression, it hadn’t landed.

❝ She ain’t full-blooded wolf. German Shepherd on ‘er mamma’s side, wolf on ‘er pa’s. She’s ain’t high content… Got a bit more than most, but that’s still not a whole lot. Ya gotta have a special permit to own one’a these fellas- which I do. I actually do this sorta thing for a livin’, believe it or not. ❞ She smiled. It was kinda cute, the way she was trying so hard to be polite, yet somehow managed to sound crazy rude. But Annabelle didn’t take it personally; people asking her stuff like this was just par for the course. And in her defense, it was a valid question to ask. How often did you see someone walking a big ol’ wolfdog around? ❝ I take in any poor critters that ain’t got nowhere to go. I started fostering the two sweetest foxes last week- they were found in a fur farm, looked too scrawny to make it on their lonesome. ❞ If Brook didn’t look so terrified, she probably would have shown her pictures. She decided to change the subject, at least for now.

❝ So, what brings you to Texas, anyways? No offense, but ya don’t seem like yer enjoyin’ yerself down here. ❞

Her eyes widened against her will. For a living? Why would anyone keep dangerous animals in their houses for a living? She opened her mouth to retort, only then hearing the rest of Annabelle’s explanation. Needless to say, her feelings on the matter changed as quickly as the flick of a light switch (an almost literal analogy, as her eyes did light up).

“Oh-” She exclaimed. “As in fostering wild animals for their own safety?” That was noble, and Brook was tempted to admire the woman so long as she didn’t spend much time thinking of what that entailed (such as real-life foxes running in the living room).

“That’s so cool!” Excitement bubbled inside her; that instant connection she always felt when meeting someone who shared the progressive values she held dear. “I fostered some cats and dogs a while back.” Well, it had actually been only one cat and one dog, the latter being a pain in the ass who wouldn’t stop barking in the middle of the night. Little Jimmy had it coming when she gave him to a friend. “I donate to PETA, too,” she added, before taking a second to grab a water bottle from the side of her backpack.

“Tell me about it,” Brook answered after a few gulps, referring to the woman’s last comment. She was exhausted and sunburned after so much time outdoors, and the low-quality paper the pamphlets were made of left ink spots on her fingertips when her sweat caught up to them. “I- we, my friends and I, are on a road throughout the state to join protests and spread our new podcast.” She motioned to the pile of papers in her hand.

“Wait-” She perked up as an awesome idea occurred to her. “Can you be our special guest in the next episode? You’d be a perfect fit!” After all, it was a show about activism, and who’d be a better guest than the Texan woman who defeated stereotypes and joined the animal protection movement?

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