Terran Alexander

[terranalexander]

[ OOC: I’m off to see one of my other celebrity children, tonight.

How quickly do you think I’d get kicked out if I said to Dan Howell, “I’ve used your face for years!”? ]

[terranalexander]

[OOC: PSA]

[ Quick Preemptive PSA: Ezra Miller has been problematic for the last few years, and with each new news article, I am increasingly Very Disappointed in them. I do not condone Ezra’s despicable actions and no longer appreciate them as a person. 

To remove and replace years upon years of photos and mentions of them from this (rather dead) RP blog would take more time than I care to invest. If the choice to leave such material up causes you pain or discomfort, you may choose to unfollow and/or block. 

I love and miss you all. <3 ]

[terranalexander]

Drefan is wondering how his Terran is? and I am wondering how the mun is? [Teaching eats you alive, but I wanted to check in even if I've fallen off the bandwagon and into a black hole lol]

[ @xxofloveandlossxx ]

(( Hiiii! We’re doing okay on our end. Everyone is staying physically healthy -- maybe not quite as sane as we would like. Mun has been teaching, too, adults at the massage school. We had to do the on-line teaching for a bit with anatomy and business skills and stuff. My private massage practice has been closed since March because... no. Everything is still kind of a rollercoaster, especially as we’re putting the kiddos into fully-remote-learning. 

Terran still pokes his head in from time to time; otherwise he’s pretty quiet, these days.

Hope you’re doing well~~ Hang in there! ))

[terranalexander]

Bee on TikTok

13+ | Feel the weight of your sins crawling on your back. Wear a mask, or you’re gonna have a bad time. #sans #undertale #sanscosplay #putonyourmask

[primal-vamp-prince]

[lace-deactivated]

I know exactly what that low, growled “Fuck” right into your ear does to you. I know exactly how weak it makes you to feel the vibrations of my lips when curses and dark moans go right against your neck. Don’t even dare think for just one second that I don’t know exactly what reaction I’ll get out of you when I’m whispering your nickname, so aroused, so full of raw, dominant energy, right before I bite down into your fragile skin and mark you. I know how it sets your whole body on fire when I describe to you, soft and yet dangerously promising, what I’m going to do to you, in detail.

You’re so easy to manipulate, baby. It’s so easy to get you wrapped around my finger, with just a few dirty words, a few whispered threats, a few hot promises.

You’re so easily ruined by my voice, aren’t you?

[zarla-s]

I would normally never make a post like this, but I’m increasingly desperate and running out of options.

If you’ve seen this hat, PLEASE CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY!

I can’t tell you how much I love this Luigi hat, I got it at Otakon like fifteen years ago from someone in the artist’s alley and I’ve had it ever since to the extent that it’s become something of my trademark. It’s incredibly valuable to me, it’s been with me through so much, and I pinned a lot of things to it that I never wanted to lose because I never thought I’d lose it! Especially that tiny handmade Samus hairclip I got in an art trade… and I also got the inside of it signed by Steve Purcell and Jeff Smith because I never thought in a million years I’d ever forget it somewhere…

But while I know I brought it with me on my last trip (since that last picture was taken while I was there), I can’t find any evidence that it made the trip back, and I’ve looked EVERYwhere. I’ve filed lost item reports with the airline, called each of the airports, gone to every place I can remember going to to ask if anyone’s seen it to no avail. I’ve tried so hard to take care of this hat over the years and I’m incredibly upset and mad at myself for losing something that means so much to me, it’s like I lost a part of myself or my identity in a way as ridiculous as that sounds. So I’m hoping against hope that one of you out there might have seen it and can help me.

The airports I stopped in on my way back home were the Albuquerque airport in New Mexico, the San Jose airport in California, and the Burbank airport in California. If you live in those areas, or were in either of those airports around the beginning of November or anything like that, PLEASE keep an eye out for my hat! It’s hard to miss, as you can tell from these pictures. I remember eating at a place in the San Jose airport during a layover, it was near Gate 26 and served a blue cheese burger, but I can’t remember the name of the restaurant itself. It’s possible I might have left it there, or somewhere around there, or someone picked it up, or something… I don’t know. I can’t remember anything more and I know how frustrating that is, believe me.

It doesn’t have any contact information in it or on it, but it DOES have two signatures on the inside in permanent marker, as mentioned above! They’re from Steve Purcell and Jeff Smith and are signed to Zar, so if you see the hat and all the pins are gone for some reason, you’ll know it’s my hat for sure by the signatures on the inside.

Please, if you see my hat somewhere, please let me know! Contact me any way you can! I just want it back so badly, and I actually need to wear hats when I go outside now because of a recent medical thing I don’t want to get into right now, and it’s killing me that when I really need it, I lost it like an idiot. Please please please, if you can, please keep an eye out for it. And if there’s anyone you know that you think might have seen it, please show them this post. I’m hoping for a miracle here.

[zarla-s]

I also hate reblogging myself, but I wanted to add that there is also a chance it might be in the Albuquerque New Mexico area itself and didn’t make it on a plane after all! So if you live in that city or general area, please keep an eye out for it! It has to be somewhere…

[flowerboiz]

[cultleaderzukki]

*pulling a boy into my chest and running my fingers through his hair lovingly* I can’t wait to ruin you

[terranalexander]

Hello, friends, you are loved and missed. Merry festivities of your choosing during this busy end-of-year season. Be kind to yourselves and to each other.

[terranalexander]

Had a dream that Terran met Jessica Jones and then the Purple Man (dressed all in white). Terran raged and swore and would’ve killed him if not for her holding him back.

Kilgrave just looked on, amused, like, “Oh, you precious child.”

[purgefails]

Your blog was hacked: what to do?

If you see weird pics of ladies with dubious links posted on your blog out of the blue, here’s a step by step way of stopping this and preventing it from happening again that I think might work.

Important : this only works if you can still access your blog!

Changing your password is important, but it won’t do you any good if your hacker still has an opened session on your blog and can still access it. So the first thing you wanna do is close your hacker’s session.

For that you need to go in your blog’s settings:

On the new page opened, scroll all the way down. There, you can see something called “Active Sessions“. The first and oldest one (”current session” in green) should be yours, the new one should be the hacker’s session. To close your hacker’s session, click the gray X next to it.

Now that their session is closed, they can’t access your blog anymore unless they enter the password again.

So don’t lose time, go all the way back up and change your password immediately. Make also sure your hacker didn’t change your email address.

Now you should be safe from your hacker. But it won’t prevent you from getting hacked again.

If you really want to be safe from hackers, you should turn on the “Two-factor authentification” option (on the same page).

It requires you to enter your phone number, which is a bummer. But if it’s turned on, everytime you wanna log on (so not if your session is already opened, but only if you log off and try to log on again), it will send a code on your phone that you’ll have to enter (in addition to having a password).

That way if someone tries to hack you again, even if they get your password right, they won’t be able to enter your blog without having that code.

There it is. I hope it will help some of you, since I see more and more people noticing blogs being hacked

[white-bouquet]

with light about the massive wave of bot-hacking i’m seeing, please do this and keep your blog and all of your personal information secure!

[terranalexander]

mer save- with my muse Ash

Send “mer save” for a starter where my muse is a merperson who saves your muse from drowning.

The days passed in relative peace and safety along the shore, allowing Merran plenty of space from his pod when life with the other mers got too rowdy for him. Naturally curious and sensitive, he preferred to keep to himself as he explored rocky shallows and collected a myriad of different objects he found. 

He was aware of humans – as all merepeople were, raised on horror stories almost from birth – and maintained his distance from them. It didn’t help that the humans seemed to be taking up more and more space in the water, making the chance of encounters increasingly inevitable. Their presence was often a dull buzz of activity at the periphery of his awareness, a way to keep himself safe should they venture too close.

— Until the instant the buzz suddenly changed to a higher pulse of alarmed panic, drawing his attention away from an object he’d pulled from the seabed. He could feel the disturbance in the waves and found himself swimming toward it on impulse. Small as he was, he was able to move quickly – faster than any watercraft he’d ever witnessed on the surface. There was a familiar cliff-face up ahead, a garden of knotted kelp and old rope netting along the floor at its base. He had seen humans fall into the water there before, hooting and hollering when they bobbed back up into the open air.

One had been caught, dark-skinned feet entangled in the mess. He paused to observe for a moment, knowing that humans had limits to how long they could be below water but waiting to see if the — man? — could free themselves or if another would dive in after.

A couple of heartbeats passed — no other being broke the surface of the water, and the trapped one’s panic was weakening dangerously. Quick as a flash, Merran approached with a sharpened bone dagger in hand, slicing away at seaweed and rope. Once the human was freed, he wrapped an arm around the torso and jetted them both upward. Top-side, he dragged the body toward the shore, wincing as he scraped against rocks before he found one suitably above the tide to place the human down. Anxious on being out of the water, he was on high-alert for other humans if he needed to escape quickly, while also monitoring the one beside him, giving rough nudges to see if it would survive.

[terranalexander]

@saffordstories

[buckykingofmemes]

please stop framing me for murder. just because i have killed 1,846 people doesnt mean i killed that specific one

[terranalexander]

Fuck you, Tumblr. 

[terranalexander]

Dark Verg verse is the worst thing I've ever done I'm sorry it's worse than Dark Dom XD

IT IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST and here’s why:

Dark!Dom is pretty much 90% of how Terran’s clients and Leonard treat him, so it’s his “normal.”

Terran thought he could trust Verg.

His empathy made him think he could trust Verg.

His empathy is usually really good at picking up lies and half-truths.

Breaking his trust in Verg was bad enough---

But now his trust in his own innate ability is absolutely shattered and he doesn’t know how to handle it and he thought things were better but now he’s going back to Leonard’s and---

I am so here for this.

[terranalexander]

mer save- with my muse Ash

Send “mer save” for a starter where my muse is a merperson who saves your muse from drowning.

The days passed in relative peace and safety along the shore, allowing Merran plenty of space from his pod when life with the other mers got too rowdy for him. Naturally curious and sensitive, he preferred to keep to himself as he explored rocky shallows and collected a myriad of different objects he found. 

He was aware of humans -- as all merepeople were, raised on horror stories almost from birth -- and maintained his distance from them. It didn’t help that the humans seemed to be taking up more and more space in the water, making the chance of encounters increasingly inevitable. Their presence was often a dull buzz of activity at the periphery of his awareness, a way to keep himself safe should they venture too close.

--- Until the instant the buzz suddenly changed to a higher pulse of alarmed panic, drawing his attention away from an object he’d pulled from the seabed. He could feel the disturbance in the waves and found himself swimming toward it on impulse. Small as he was, he was able to move quickly -- faster than any watercraft he’d ever witnessed on the surface. There was a familiar cliff-face up ahead, a garden of knotted kelp and old rope netting along the floor at its base. He had seen humans fall into the water there before, hooting and hollering when they bobbed back up into the open air.

One had been caught, dark-skinned feet entangled in the mess. He paused to observe for a moment, knowing that humans had limits to how long they could be below water but waiting to see if the --- man? --- could free themselves or if another would dive in after.

A couple of heartbeats passed --- no other being broke the surface of the water, and the trapped one’s panic was weakening dangerously. Quick as a flash, Merran approached with a sharpened bone dagger in hand, slicing away at seaweed and rope. Once the human was freed, he wrapped an arm around the torso and jetted them both upward. Top-side, he dragged the body toward the shore, wincing as he scraped against rocks before he found one suitably above the tide to place the human down. Anxious on being out of the water, he was on high-alert for other humans if he needed to escape quickly, while also monitoring the one beside him, giving rough nudges to see if it would survive.