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      PLEASE, REBLOG THIS IF YOU’RE AN INDIE RPER WITH A LGBT MUSE.

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PSA: It’s OK to block me.

I’m serious. Nobody is perfect. I do my best not to upset anyone, but sometimes certain behaviors are just triggering to others. Maybe my OOC is overwhelming you, maybe I just IM you at the worst times, maybe I ask about our threads just a little too much. I would much rather we talk about what’s wrong, but if the thought of any potential conflict makes you worse, I understand. I’m not the type of person who will attack you or start drama because I’ve been blocked or unfollowed. I’ll probably be a bit hurt. I’ll probably wonder why. But I won’t let it consume me. We all have a right to do what we need to do to feel secure. I will exercise this right. You should, too. Remember, blocks aren’t permanent – I’ll be here if you ever feel safe enough to talk.

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NEVER make anyone feel bad for blocking someone else! We all have our own reasons for doing things, and if someone is making this place uncomfortable for you for whatever reason and blocking them would make it better, then DO IT. Your tumblr is JUST that, your space so never feel bad for making it a safe place!

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When youre a white artist, and your characters of color are all either 1) aggressive 2) stoic 3) mean then you need to take a quick sec and realize that youre fucking up and being racist. especially when all ur white characters are “uwu delicate”

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i have HRE (hopeless romantic energy)

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A rare snow storm in the Sonoran Desert of Tucson, AZ [OC][4032x3024] by: Eddjj

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shatterstar judges you from afar while 80s elevator music plays softly in the background asmr

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Dreaming of You - Selena Quintanilla

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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Rosa Diaz + her weapons🔪

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do you ever see your sibling and just have this overwhelming urge to smack them for no reason? like my brother will walk into the room and i’m like “oh man i guess i have to end you”

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(I wanted to keep working on chores and finish reading some books I have to return to the library today but I developed a headache and felt a little dizzy this morning. I think my real terrible sleeping cycle is starting to catch up to me)

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Case File Five//Shakenquake

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He had been braced for that reaction but it still invokes an uncharacteristic wince. Teeth gritting his gaze dashes away again, lips forming a tight line when he nods his affirmation. “ I cannot help it. I cannot stop myself it is so…. Everything is so much worse when I do not fight. I am afraid I cannot live without doing it.”

Volatile emotions and subduing depression forced him back to his own hell. If he didnt go he ended up pacing for hours as anxiety held him in a vice grip. His existence as he knew it struggled between forging anew and the comfort horror of the old. The more he felt the harder he shook.A vicious cycle that was fed by shame afterwards. When he came back and was confronted with the reality of what he was doing to himself.

Catalyst’s eyes dart to the door for a moment, nodding once more he reaches out into the hallway to yank in a duffel bag. “This was just last night…” His usual bag, the one covered in stars he had stitched himself in Arizona that he took out every night. Wordlessly he drops it with a heavy thud at Rictor’s feet, unzipping it for him to reveal the contents. It was jammed with 20 bills; some neatly packaged into hundreds while others were rolled in alcohol reeking crumbs. 

He couldn’t bring himself to speak again, too nervous now. But he was holding on to the sliver of hope that Rictor wouldn’t hate him after all they’ve been through together. He couldnt. Not if he was with Shatterstar of all people, well broken up, but he has seen the way Rictor still has Shatterstar’s picture on his phone. 

The frown was sat heavy on his face as Cat confirmed the reasons for fighting. He shook his head, without a word because internally he felt that it was their fault. For who he and Star were and how their genes played a part in all this too. Mojo was trying for a perfect fighter and Arize had chosen them. To see his own penchant for running back into danger because it felt safer in Cat made Ric angrier.

“And this is the only outlet? The only thing that what? Matches the same thrill? I wouldn’t...” But he stopped himself before he lied. “There has to be some other way.” He wished they could deal with that now, but the duffle bag brought back the main issue at hand. Ric’s eyes went wide. “Puta madre,” he breathed. And again he didn’t want to show off at being impressed, but he kind of was. “We better hope this is why someone wants you out of that fighting ring. Anything more personal and we have a more serious problem on our hands.” He grabbed the bag and slung it over our shoulder.

“This is going in the bank, AFTER we have it checked it for any unmarked or fake bills. I don’t want this much just loosely hanging around the apartment. We have too many reasons for people to come snooping around and if they found this...” He didn’t finish his sentence. “You’re going to tell me every detail about this case and we’re going to solve it together. I...” And he stopped at the door to the apartment to calm himself down, the shaking from Cat needing to be addressed and the boy reassured.

“I am mad.” He said, “But I’m also so goddamn happy you came to me with this. If I’d found out because something had happened to you I... I don’t know what I would have done.” And to maybe ease his own tension he joked, “I would have had to have called your other Dad.” But with how complicated things were the joke even fell flat for himself and he coughed to clear his throat.

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Bamboozled // Jack & Reina

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Reina had cased the mundane looking building for a few hours, which was as thorough as her patience allowed. It housed a few different businesses, as advertised on a sing on the street corner. Doc’s Publishing, Callings LLC, and Flamas photography to name a few. She hadn’t really paid much attention, knowing it would probably all end up a smoldering mess by the next day. She had a simple job, retrieve a hard drive from some administrative offices on the top floors, so really she’d done the most minimal of planning. 

Get there after sun down, around the time corporate offices shut for the night, and really just chill out until she caught the security guard making his rounds outside. With that as a cue, Reina just went straight for the front door. The amount she was being paid had already ticked her off enough that it didn’t take much ramp up for her hands to get hot enough to melt the glass so she could make her way inside without tripping an alarm.

From the cameras they’d catch sight of a nearly naked woman in a motorcycle helmet, strutting through to the elevators. All she wore was tight white fabric for modesty’s sake and partly because any more tended to bother her and burn off anyway once things got too hot.

She stopped at the elevators, signs alerting the building to take the stairs because they were out of order. The annoyance of having to take the stairs would just fuel the heat building in her skin, but she thought nothing more about it, or noticed that the signs on the elevators had been hastily done. What she did notice though was the door to the stairs was already open. “Hmm,” She grumbled going slowly to check out if anyone else was indoors.

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also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

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