if anyone is interested, my friends and I started a new rp! Iâd be honored to have some of my fave people here!

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if anyone is interested, my friends and I started a new rp! Iâd be honored to have some of my fave people here!
OKAY, MAMA BEAR LO IS COMING OUT
STOP the witch hunt. STOP. this is so fucking disgusting. hate is the reason this rp has ended. no matter the side, no matter what the situation was, we are ALL upset by this. fucking drop all of it. itâs so childish. if you want to stick around and grieve, please do. we all need each other rn. but if you just want to start shit, gtfo. Anyone who gets anons, block them. Or better yet, turn off your anons. they wonât be able to hide any longer.Â
In a world filled with so much hate, we all came here to have fun. DONâT let that change just because this chapter is over. if my two and a half year old nephew can comprehend that other people have feelings, then you all can too. so just stop. please.
If you bully, YOU are the weak one. and I hope you find the strength within yourself so you donât have to tear down others.
⼠~Lo
BECAUSE HATE AND SADNESS LITERALLY MAKES ME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, I JUST WANT TO GIVE YOU ALL HUGS
Friendly reminder that RP is not real life, itâs just a hobby and real life comes FIRST. This isnât an excuse for you to be mean to other living, feeling humans. Bullying is gross. If youâre angry, step away from your keyboard because your words HURT.Â
-reblogs it again for the people in the BACK-
judehvyward:
Rolling up the loose cuff of his shirt, a deep green button down with a spatter of soot grey paint still hidden beneath the collar, Jude pushed it up above his elbow as he studied her. In all honesty, he did feel bad about it. While he was never the most considerate of people, Jude wasnât completely void of a moral compass, and standing there a few feet ahead of Viola as she quite clearly wrestled with something internally, he couldnât help but subtly frown. âViola. You were being pissy all night.â Lifting his eyebrows in search of an answer, he wandered over to her desk so he could sink down into the chair there, leaning back as he stared up at her. âIs this still because I sent you a dick made out of punctuation? Come on, man, it was clearly a joke.â
âI am aware. I was there.â her arms were crossed across her body as if that was her only armor. The girl hated feeling not in control of her emotions. It reminded her too much of the past, of when she was this weak little thing that people could take advantage of. The walls were there for a reason, each brick etched with a particular moment. So many people or events had hurt her, she was always determined to never let it happen again. But that didnât work out here. Viola shook her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth. âItâs not fucking about that, okay?â her voice raised slightly. âI mean, yeah. I overreacted to that. I agree with you on that. But thatâs not why-.â she stopped herself as the words seemed to be coming faster than she could process them. âDonât worry about it, okay?â her voice indicating defeat. âItâs nothing. Itâs...nothing.â
@judehvyward
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@yourboyjamie
judehvyward:
âDunno,â Jude offered with an idle shrug, boredom seeping into his expression as he cast a glance around the room. Heâd been in it enough that he knew it as well as every nook and cranny of his parents art gallery, although he found himself forgetting details often enough that it never really felt like heâd been there before whenever he set foot inside. âSeemed pretty fucked off at the party. You were making backhanded comments all night.â Crossing his arms over, he shot her a prying glance. âWhat the fuckâs up with that?â
âYou donât know?â she asked as she finally got up from the seat, placing her journal down on the chair. Why did he have to look so good? It wasnât goddamned fair that he could look that good while she really did want to be mad at him. It also didnât help that she felt very insecure standing there with no make up or good clothes to hide behind. She only ever let people see her like this if they were close to her. Were they still close? Viola pulled herself out of her thoughts, only to hear the question she didnât want to answer. âIt was...it was nothing. Just stupid shit.â she replied with a shrug, biting her tongue as she hoped her lie would work.
@judashaywire: @violaxmaeve do you ever consider just having a good time?
@violaxmaeve: @judashaywire sometimes.
@judashaywire: feel like a fuckin cabbage in a carrot patch.
@violaxmaeve: @judashaywire carrots don't grow in patches. they grow in rows
dcricn:
      âhey, would i be able to get your opinion on something?â he asked the person sitting nearby, removing the over-ear headphones from around his neck. âiâm working on this mix and i think i have it where i want it, but i just wanted to get another opinion.â
Viola removed her own headphones, looking over at the boy who was speaking to her. âSure! I mean, Iâm not that well versed in music type stuff, but I am so willing to help!â
@munrcs
judehvyward:
Eyes narrowed to a squint against invasive sunlight, Jude had been venturing over to visit Arlo when he passed by Delta Delta Delta. Apparently whatever thin thread of conscience heâd managed to hold onto, after all these years of blithely ignoring it, had come back to haunt him and wound up sending him traipsing up the gravelled path to stop by at Violaâs. Irritably kicking up a pebble and ducking his head as it accidentally went flying to bounce off a ground level window, Jude quickly slipped inside before the tenant of the room could angrily rip their curtains open and scold him. A quick twist of the handle after his knock sent him casually scuffing inside, calloused palm rubbing at the back of his neck like that would do anything to dispel his lingering hangover. âAlright?â
That voice. It was the last voice the girl wanted to hear in this moment. She only felt less confident now that she wasnât all dressed up and in some ratty old pjs. As if emulating a Bond villain, Viola never turned around to acknowledge his existence. Mainly, she didnât want him to see the pain behind her steel blue eyes. She chose to instead to keep looking down at her work as her hands mindlessly continued to write. âPerfectly fine.â she said coldly. âWhat are you doing here?â