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 “I’m not Mara. I’m not the She-Ra’s of the past      I didn’t do this to fulfill some DESTINY. I became She-Ra to help others.                                               My attachments, my friends, are a part of WHO I am.“ 

indie, private, semi-selective ADORA/SHE-RA                                                 from Netflix’s “She-Ra and the Princesses Of Power” 

adored by ash                                                                            p r o m o c r e d

#(lol moved her over here cause self control whoOOO) #{ this is an on fire garbage can; self promo }

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so i’m the Absolute Fucking Worst and i’m giving adora her own blog so uhhHHH follow her over on @edgeofgreatness she doesn’t even have a theme yet but follow anyways fjhdskal;

#{ ash on the dash; ooc }

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YALL IM REEEEAAAAALLY OUT HERE WANTING TO MAKE ADORA HER OWN BLOG

#(i move blogs so much peter is the only constant i mcfucking hate myself) #{ ash on the dash; ooc }

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[ s c r e a m s ]

#(this was an accidental cap and the best icon i have) #(ffdfufdc i already wanna make adora her own blog because im uhhh The Worst??) #(but im going on mobile for the night soooo) #(i'll be over on @spiderpcter) #{ ash on the dash; ooc }

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WELL HELLO ! do you like the sea ? do you like fighting the hoard ? do you like men with naturally shiny mustaches ? well my dear friend, do I have the most wonderful news for you ! presenting to you, the most talented, amazing, adventurous sea captain known to all Etheria ! SEAHAWK, I AM ! I AM ! && i am here to help you— for a fee ! indie dreamworks she-ra rp blog for seahawk ! written by modorelin farllee.

#promo tbt

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#{ people are like nature’s apps; eleanor; visage }

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@adulariia // cont from here 

Adora has never been outside of the fright zone. Still a cadet, she’s been training all her life to become a real soldier-get out on the front lines and maybe even become a Force Captain one day. They’re not exactly allowed far from their barracks, but she and Catra have snuck out together plenty of times before, snickering as they crept into places they weren’t supposed to be. Except this time, Adora is alone, mindlessly making her way around the fright zone and trying to cool off for a little while. Usually she cools off with training, but she’s technically been training all day, and that’s...what she’s cooling off from, so- walking around it is.

Brows furrow as she hears a sound nearby, glancing around the vicinity. There’s somebody here. “Huh-” She mumbles to herself, tilting her head as she takes a few steps forward, before she notices a...girl? A very pink, SPARKLY girl, beaten half to death. Her eyes widen, and she takes a few steps back. Instincts to help CLASH against a sudden realization of w h o this girl must be.

             “A  princess-!”

#{ your local sword lesbian; adora; ic } #adulariia #{ uh no we hit things; adora; verse } #(y e l l s l o u d e r)

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#That’s MY captain!!!!

#{ like 8 foot tall lady with a sword; adora; visage } #tm: carol danvers #(i love one (1) womans)

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What could hurt��WORSE…

          than being LEFT BEHIND by those

                    which you had THOUGHT were your FRIENDS?

                                                  NOTHING.

                                                                        Nothing at all.

Indie, private, and selective ENTRAPTA from the rebooted She-Ra!

Researched by DENISE. Please read RULES.

#(I LOVE AND STAN DENISE WHO I PRETTY MUCH DRAGGED INTO THI S WITH ME FDJKHSNK) #(HELL FUCKING YEAH) #promo tbt

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pretty sure I’m watching a movie with my family soon, I’ll be on and off on mobile uwu

#(since I was also doing stuff here just so y’all know)

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brielarson “I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each, it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes shape of achievement, a sense of one’s being, a satisfaction of spirit. One becomes, in some area, an athlete of God. Practice means to perform, over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.”  #MarthaGraham

#{ like 8 foot tall lady with a sword; adora; visage } #tm: carol danvers #(YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK IT SHES BOTH FJKHBKSDF) #(im not even sure if im gonna end up playing carol so if i do adora might change bUT FOR NOW) #(anyways im really gay for this picture PLEASE punch me in the face)

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tigresstm‌:

❛ You’re definitely NOT wrong, ❜ Mary Jane sighed, dropping the spoon into the rough mixture which seemed more like white ashes from a burnt out fire than EDIBLE food. Her notebook sat on the table beside her, annoyance evident as she picked at the apple she’d grabbed alongside her meal. ❛ I’d rather document the decathlon practice for current events than sitting in on another debate meeting. That’s one article I will NEVER write again. ❜ The vivid memory of arguments and shouting still rang in her ears. Mary Jane saw it as a solid article, especially since Michelle had been the one to win it for them at nationals. ❛ I’m gonna have to interview you, though, because you’re kinda the captain. ❜

“Mhm, another reason why the American education system sucks. They’d rather put all the money under the god damn sun to get a new scoreboard or some shit instead of providing healthy food choices or improvements in other areas that need it way more.” She shrugs her shoulders briefly, tearing her gaze from the book that had been set down by her food. At least their school makes the most improvements in the science department- she’s speaking in more general terms. She exhales from her nose (aka the equivalent of every ‘IM LAUGHING/SCREAMING/CRYING’ text ever sent) in amusement, and nods her head. “Right, debate team can be a handful. Thought about trying it, but I’m not the biggest fan of yelling across a table. And I’m cool with that, I’ve got time after the meeting to do whatever. Throw ‘em at me.”

#{ you guys are losers; michelle; ic } #tigresstm #{ this is the thunderdome; michelle; verse } #(i t s b e e n 8 4 y e a r s)

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i do have some drafts that i need to get to, but LIKE this post for a starter !! please reply and specify a muse, or else i’ll pick one i think will work for you. starters will vary in legnth, and HERE is my muses page

#mcu rp #marvel rp #dbh rp #spop rp #hp rp #harry potter rp #detroit: become human rp #indie rp #starter call #{ what you want is right in front of you; starter call } #(idk when i'll get to these but here have this fjhdskds) #(i also still have to do some things included pages and threads from like. a WHILE ago but g a n g g a n g)

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Send ‘X’ to find my muse beaten, bloody, and left for dead.

#{ you would never break the chain; meme } #(specify muse)

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‘i don’t believe it.’

@researchdefined // soft angst starters

“Entrapta, p l e a s e-”

It might be the loss that hit her the hardest. The only loss- they’d come out victorious in the end (although it seems more like a beginning), but they’d lost Entrapta along the way. Her death is what had briefly split the Princess Alliance, what started the entire tsunami of guilt she’d nearly drowned underneath. 

                                       Turns out Entrapta’s alive after all. 

It comes as a SHOCK to her, and she doesn’t know if she can believe her eyes until she blinks a few times, and yep-Entrapta isn’t dead. But, how? And why hadn’t she come back? 

It doesn’t take her much longer to realize. 

“I swear, we didn’t mean to leave you in the Fright Zone. We thought you were DEAD! We would’ve come back for you if we’d known-”

      Her mind flashes to something she’d said before, at the prom. 

                    “Trust me, Bow isn’t the type to just leave all of his old friends behind and neither am-…I.”

                                             This just adds another to the list.

#researchdefined

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                                                                                       It’s killing you.                                                                                        People keep getting hurt                                                             and you just can’t stop it.

#{ i’m not going back; adora; musings }

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SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

#{ you would never break the chain; meme } #(specify muse)