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psa. I want a passionate ship — a ship that has heart stopping angst, that allows your muse to pin mine against a wall and make out with them if they have the desire to, that makes me make the most inhuman noises when they are even close to one another, that let’s the muses just let their development fly and soar to new levels everyday, that will make me yell at you forever and ever for making me ship them more and more. I want that type of ship.
Gina Rodriguez photographed by Victoria Stevens for Anthem Magazine
This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this — please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.
iiarchangel:
me: *wants to rp with more people*
me: *is incredibly easy to distract*
me: *has a pile of drafts to tend*
me: *gets picky over minor things*
me: procrastinator extraordinaire™
Acting is how I’ll be able to change how Latinos are viewed in media and change how little girls see and talk about themselves.
*Mom: why don’t you wear shirts that fit you?
hi.
i’m moving blogs because reasons. and i’m trying really hard to make sure that i don’t lose any threads in the move.
if you wanna know the new url...it won’t be hard to figure out though, honestly, go ahead and hit me up. :)
psa. i want to roleplay against your muses who most people over look. i want to roleplay against your little hidden gems who never get enough attention. i want to roleplay against your first draft muses and watch them turn into the final copy. i want to roleplay against the muses who have a different backstory, the muses with underused face claims, the muses who aren’t good people, the muses who are possibly too good. the muses that you feel like are neglected… let me love them.
dysfunctionaljoy:
Upon hearing his boyfriend’s whine, he bit his bottom lip roughly, moving a little closer to him when he asked him not to go anywhere. His voice sounded so scratchy, he longed to let him have a drink, but he had said he was afraid of upsetting his stomach again, so he wouldn’t push the issue. For now, he would stay with him. Let him curl up. Maybe sleep.
Feeling his head press against his leg, Rhys looked down at him with a sad, sympathetic little smile, his fingers still entangled in his damp curls, brushing away the sweat from his forehead, his temples… He watched him silently as his eyes slowly closed and grew more relaxed when he realised that the other was, apparently, asleep. Good. Sleep was what he needed and Rhys certainly didn’t mind sitting on the floor of the bathroom if it meant lulling him to sleep.
Honestly, he couldn’t be certain how long they had been sitting there, but it felt like a long time. He never did stop petting Eli. Didn’t dare move for fear of stirring the other man. His head just rested back against the wall and he stared at the ceiling, willing himself to stay awake. He was rather tired himself, but sleep was the last thing he wanted if he were to try and keep Elijah in a restful state.
Feeling Eli stir, he lifted his head and looked down at him with a faint smile.
’ You OK? ’
He knew the other wasn’t feeling well, but the auestion was directed in a more general sense of how he slept, if he felt any better, how his stomach was doing now.
’ Can I get you anything? ’
He pressed his face into Rhys’ stomach as he woke. He felt better. Still too hot, still not quite okay. But for the first time in hours, it didn’t feel like with one wrong move, he would lose whatever was in his stomach - which at this point was nothing.
He blinked owlishly as he slowly came awake. Soft whine leaving his throat again as Rhys’ fingers left his hair. The loss of that little bit of comforting touch was enough to have his slowly raising his head to peek up at Rhys. His own tiny smile reflecting the one on Rhys’ face. ‘I’m okay.’ He felt like it was actually almost true.
He hummed softly letting his eyes close after Rhys asked if he needed anything. He didn’t think he did. Maybe something to put in his stomach, but he was still worried that he’d eat or drink something and his stomach would rebel.
‘We should get up.’ he signed, fingers still shaky. ‘You’re probably uncomfortable.’
Send 👩👦to hear what my muse's mother thinks about them
unadulteratedcreativity:
callie: ‘kay. i’ll take the kisses. callie: but i’ll just eat all this to myself then
cody: that’s rude cody: don’t tease.
herethereismagic:
celeste: your face reminds me of pizza right now because you’re the one who showed me pizza I can’t have. celeste: i have a gallery showing for at least another hour — the caterer fell through so i had to buy cheese and veggie platters at the last minute. celeste: cheese and cucumber slices are NOT dinner.
cody: you didn’t have to view my snap cody: so really it’s your own fault cody: also veggies and cheese are delicious, but you’re right, not dinner.
in honor of MOTHER’S DAY, reblog if your muse is a MOTHER
send my muses mother’s day questions while I work through my drafts
unadulteratedcreativity:
Callie nodded, her tears and fears finally break free as the other woman rounded her desk and sat beside her in one of the chairs. Callie could easily bury herself into her work, she had been that the past couple of weeks so she wouldn’t have to think about the child growing inside of her, though honestly it was all she ended up thinking about and then drawing eventually as her mind moved onto the paper.
It also made it very clear to Callie that she didn’t have any of that, that Callie wasn’t a wife, she only had her family. She knew she had Katherine and Dom, knew that would allow anything to happen while Cody was away. “I’m not from here though, I’m not a wife.” Callie hiccuped, wiping at her face as she looked up to Katherine. “How on earth am I meant to raise a child, I travel and I live on cheetos?”
Slipping out of her chair, Kat kneeled beside Callie’s chair. “Hey.” She took the woman’s hands in her own. “It’s okay to cry, but Cal, you have to know that you’ll have support from the others. Wife or not.” There was a hierarchy, she knew that, but she was actually entirely sure that people would welcome the woman. “Cody’s family isn’t far from here either. They’ll be here for you.” She wanted to offer solutions that were actually accessible to Callie, but she’d only been to California on business. She didn’t even know all that much about what she could tell her. Or what she could make work.
“You raise a child by figuring out what’s the most important. Whether raising a child with Cody is what you want right now. What the two of you want.” She paused, searching the other woman’s eyes. “But you have to tell Cody. It’s not like with Dom where he’s completely cut off from communication. He’ll be home in a couple of months and you can tell him when you talk to him next. He’ll want to know. He’s a good kid.”
