Let’s talk about ‘take your time’

thesundowncrew:

resetheroine:

sevenohs:

When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:

  • Take.  Your.  Time.
  • If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that.
  • If you have muse for another character?  Guess what; you can reply to that too.
  • If you’re getting feels for another ship?  You can reply to that, lmfao.
  • If you’re overwhelmed with other threads?  It’s okay; seriously.  I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you.  You get to ours when you can.
  • If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above.  I don’t hate you.  I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true.

Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.

Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love.  Dearly.  And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).

RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies.  Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.

Take your time means take your time — it’s YOUR character, your blog.  You reply to who you want when you want or when you’re ready/have the muse, okay?  ❤

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx bit his lower lip, grinning widely, “Has anyone ever told you that your blush is adorable? Because it is,” his thumb rubbed over Harrison’s knuckles tenderly, “I’d really hoped to be far more… romantic? passionate? sexy? when I said that rather than just blurting it out in a panic. But I do. Love you. You’re important, so important,” his own cheeks colored as he squeezed Harrison’s fingers, “I’m glad you feel that way too.”

“It’s not a rush to figure out, is it?” he worried his lip, “I don’t know what labels to even give what I feel. All I know is that I want to be part of your life and you in mine.”

Harrison’s blush got even deeper and he grinned bashfully at his date.  “I’m not adorable, I’m sex in a suit,” he replied cockily, trying to get a little of his usual bravado back despite the blush.  

“And not rushing sounds good.  I like that,” he confesses.   He licks his lips, still more flushed than he would have liked.  Oh the things this man did to him.  Syx had a special way of throwing him completely off kilter.  

“Try the soup,” he added, giving Syx’s hand a last squeeze before letting go to pick up his spoon to resume their date.  “Before it gets cold.”  He takes a bite of the fresh peas suspended in peapod shape. 

Chuckling, Syx withdrew his hand and picked up the spoon again, “I’m fairly certain that you can and are both sex in a suit and adorable. It would be a travesty on the world if those were mutually exclusive.”

Taking a sip of soup, he rolled the odd pea concoction in his mouth before swallowing, “Okay, it’s not horrible,” he admitted grudgingly, “Don’t you dare tell Minion I willingly ate veg-a-tables. He’ll start hiding them in everything again.”

Really the soup paled horribly to the man across from him. Harrison made him feel stupidly off kilter, longing to impress and terrified of failing in ways he hadn’t since his early days. He’d thought maybe it was just that it was new, that it was blue… And maybe that had factored in, but now… His stomach fluttered as he met Harrison’s eyes again. His lip was going to chap with how often he found himself biting it around this man. Syx wasn’t even sure himself how to label all the feeling inside of him, but it was always exciting and wonderful and just so very right.