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[rob-pattinson]

FLORENCE PUGH 2021 | Juliette Cassidy ph. for The Sunday Times

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hi who wants to join my discord group its very cute and very welcoming and im verrrryyy excited, like this and i’ll send you the link xxxx

[shadowhillspromo]

                                        •     P E A C E     A M O N G     A L L     S P E C I E S     •

It’s been fifteen years since the covert supernatural group The Revelators stepped into the light, shook the human race to its very core and exposed the existence of supernaturals (and interspecies conflict) to the public eye. The Peace Treaty created by The Council put an end to the increasing violence and brought new levels of safety for everyone – but longstanding animosity runs deeper than a few signatures.

SHADOW HILLS is a discord rp set in the fictional ‘sanctuary town’ of Shadow Hills, where supernatural creatures live out in public and in harmony with other people.

The server is a mature, multi-muse, original character town roleplay open to all dedicated writers 21 and over. We accept apps on a rolling basis!

Our group is run by a dedicated, excited, mature and all-LGBT+ team of moderators who love to chat and write, so join the server and explore the town freely without any commitment to apply!

[mendes-shawn]

SP19 CALVIN KLEIN: OUR NOW.

[tlematimun]

Hot Summer Nights, dir. by Elijah Bynum (2018)

[rockinrpmemes]

Erase the stigma that if you don’t keep a thread going forever you’re a “bad writer.” Erase the stigma that if you & your muse can’t reply to a thread/s that you’re “lazy” or being “a slow rp’er.” ADMIT to yourself that the thread is dead & write something NEW. Repeat after me: Not. All. Threads. Are. Keepers.

MOST threads are just vignettes meant to flesh out scenarios and headcanons between you and your partner. Some threads lose their steam after 3 reblogs. Some cap off at 100 reblogs. Some end abruptly at a weird place to end a thread, but you know what? THAT’S ALL OK. Maybe 1 out of 10 threads are meant to go on and on, and we all know that deep down. Hoarding threads to reach some grand note total, or to feel surrounded by a suffocating number  of “kept rp’s,” is draining. And it’s at the expense of losing your muse and being overwhelmed. We all need to admit we lose muse and struggle with threads because we don’t want to write THAT thread anymore. A partner will understand, because they’ve been there, we ALL have. And if they don’t? They’re a crappy partner.

Don’t be a masochist. Half the struggles in rp’s and getting interactions are based on the pressure we put on ourselves (and shame, on others) to keep a thread we no longer have brain or muse for. If you look at your drafts and sigh a sigh of pain, not joy, then it’s time to be brutal and make some thread cuts and let your partner know. You’re NOT being a “bad partner” for cutting those threads loose. You’re being a good writer, actually. A good writer doesn’t keep all the editorial flowery crap and muddled notations. Not everything is the most valuable piece of art ever, some rp’s are just fun junk food meant to use up then drop. A good writer has to have a good editor, and since we rp by ourselves in our rooms, etc, we have to edit ourselves. IT’S OK. I give you permission to be a good editor, too.

Quality, not quantity flesh out a muse & their relationships. 

YOU  CAN ALWAYS START SOMETHING BRAND NEW; IT’S NOT THE END OF THE MUSES’ INTERACTIONS IF YOU DROP A THREAD!!!!!

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y’all should come join this group bc its very cute and open and new and I’d love to write with more characters! <3

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add me on dsssccrrdddd if you want to write bc im mostly found there these days !! <3

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[sensiblethingtodo]

[fixaticn]

@harmcomforts

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erstwhles​:

He’s waiting. Waiting for the relief to hit him now that they seem somewhat on the same page. Mia rakes a hand through his hair. She pulls him closer, kisses him, and Liam is still waiting for a feeling that never finds him. All of that is pushed to the back of his mind in favor of returning her kiss. This part has always been easy, and the longer that he leans into the moment, the less time they have to discuss the specifics of anything that has just happened in the last half hour. 

Both arms come around her waist and Liam pushes against the wall as they separate. “Yeah?” The heartbreak, the betrayal, is still there, but he so badly wants this to work. So instead, he only offers his best attempt at a reassuring smile and nods at her assurances. “I love you,” he says, and at least that’s easy, too. Plus, for once, it’s nice not to feel like the one who cares more. “Let’s move in together. You mean that? Like, the full thing? Really making this work?” Saying it aloud elicits an uncertain feeling deep down in his heart, but the hope of keeping her in his life outweighs it.

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“Yeah,” Mia breathes in reply, allowing herself to ignore every warning sign, every panicked thought running through her mind to instead fill the space between them to kiss him again. “I mean it,” she adds into his lips, smile curling around her lips while she lets her hands rest on his toned shoulders. “The full thing.” 

So what if there’s plenty of worries, plenty of fear to make her second guess this decision? The way she felt just moments earlier had terrified her, the idea that Liam would break things off with her over a mistake (because really, that’s what it had been, nothing but a mistake), and even though moving in with him surely brought its own set of issues, it had to be better than the alternative. When the meaning of her words settled, she couldn’t resist a low chuckle, then a warm laugh, in utter disbelief that she was even down for this. “We’re moving in together,” she said, as if she was announcing it, before smiling again and tangling one hand in the ends of his hair. “We’ll make it work.”

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nctwarriors​:

She was ready to do so, take the pills, pay and leave for good. She didn’t want to be there right now, but she needed to. That’s why she decided to meet up with the male. But before she could even make another move to get the money he took at step closer and grabbed her chin. Freya felt her breath getting caught up, she felt like a kid who just got caught doing a mischieve. 

“I’m not” she defended, bullshit! She just didn’t realize yet how bad this was going to turn out. She licked her lips, as if that gained her time to think, to rearrange her thoughts (of course that didn’t help at all). “I just, I’ve slept bad last night, that’s all” what a poor way of lying, she was usually good at this. “Why you care Tommy, I’m just a client am I?” She was waiting to hear that from him.

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“Of course you are, but you’re no good to me when you’re dead,” Tommy replied flatly, taking another moment to look at her face before he let go of her chin and took a step back with a sigh. He really wasn’t supposed to care, and he usually didn’t – but there was something about her that he wasn’t willing or ready to admit drew him in. 

“How much of these are you taking, anyway?” he asked after a beat, eyes narrowed as he held up the baggie again. He only realized then that she didn’t usually buy more this quickly, and while as a dealer, it’d do him good to not ask any questions, he couldn’t help himself. “You’re not addicted or something, right?”

[jessicascontes]

𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 behind the scenes , part 2 ! aka , shawn being a baby for an additional 6 minutes ! 

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muse page updated. interested in writing on discord? like / lmk !!

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llafilledhiver​:

connor smirked as he heard her moan, he had her now. despite how hard she was trying not to like it, he knew what the hell he was doing. and he knew he could have her a blubbering mess by the time he was done with her.

he groaned as he felt her clenching around him, causing him to thrust faster into her. his body was begging for this, for her. even if it had been unethical, he wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t turn him down. he wanted her begging for him to fuck her at all hours of the day, and he knew he could do that.

“fuck, mia.” he moaned, reaching down between them and beginning to rub her clit with his fingers. “isn’t it better when you don’t try to fight it?” he smirked, thrusting faster into her as he spoke. he was surprised she was going along with it, especially since she had put up such a fight at the beginning. he was sure it had something to do with the fact that he told her he’d let her go if she did a good job but this was…enjoyable for him.

he enjoyed controlling her like this, enjoyed getting to fuck her even when she didn’t want to. holding that kind of power over someones head was a dream, and it was something he was able to do. he wasn’t about to let that go.

“Oh my fucki-” His hand found her clit, and her eyes shot wide open. That was unexpected. She’d imagined him using her to get off, to have someone to stick his dick in when he pleased, but bringing her to orgasm? That, she had not seen coming. Her head falling down at the pleasure, she ignored his question, if only to keep at least a smidge of her dignity, but then a moan fell from her lips regardless and she flushed red at the sound of her own voice reverberating through the room. 

“Connor,” she whined, at this point no longer sure if she really wanted him to stop or to please keep going, but regardless she started to move faster, her movements bigger as she nearly slipped off him each time she bounced up, then let him slam into her when she sat down on his lap.

She threw her head back, losing herself in the sensations, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she closed her eyes and just kept going, egged on by his skillful fingers and clenching around him as she was brought closer to the brink of orgasm. “Connor, I’m - I’m gonna..”

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erstwhles​:

He’s patient as he waits for her answer, but Liam feels the way his heart accelerates in his chest. Then, she pulls him in closer for a kiss, and he isn’t sure what to make of that. It feels equal parts a goodbye kiss as it does an acceptance, but he has already made his case. “What about it? You can work there. That won’t change. All that’ll be different is I’ll get to see you more.” In the moment, it’s easy to accept that as the fix, even though deep down he is willing to admit that it won’t undo the events of the last 24 hours. 

Even as she pulls away, he stays close and wraps his arms around her waist. “Yeah, but my family is still here, too. It’s not like we won’t ever be back. We’ll visit. This can work,” he says, more for both of their sake. “I can’t keep doing this the way that we have been. I… but I don’t want to lose you, and it’s not like I can just stay here.”

Everything he says makes sense, and yet Mia feels desperate to run or start a fight. She swallows hard, choking down her instinct, and instead she bites down on her lip before trying to give a convincing smile. He’s right, of course. He’s always right. She likes that about him, but in this moment she still feels suffocated as she’s trying to wrap her mind around the idea. Still, she has something to make up for, and even thinking about losing him tightens her chest. She loves him, that much is true. 

And so, once again, she combs her hand through his hair, leans her forehead against his, and makes a decision she’s certain she’ll regret later. “You’re right,” she says softly, tender smile tugging at her lips. “Of course.” Then, after kissing him again (deeper, this time), she wraps her arms around his neck and ignores all of her fears and worries. “Let’s move in together.” The words sound strange, coming from her, but strangely - unexpectedly -  there’s also a comfort in saying them out loud. “I love you, babe.”