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they’re just not that into you: tumblr rp edition

So we need to talk about things, we do.

I keep seeing people complaining about feeling ignored. And some weeks I feel ignored, too. And sometimes I talk to people who have tried to say ‘no thank you, I’m not interested’ in 546378 different ways, and people take that as ‘I need to be more creative and persistent’.

It’s time we were honest;

Sometimes, an RPer is just not that into you.

They are begging for threads when it’s their turn on replies. They have a wishlist but they turn you down when you ask. Communication has drawn to a halt. You start every message with ‘hi sorry to bother you’. You nudge them repeatedly and they are unresponsive.

… they are just not that into you.

Here are some reasons why this might be the case:

You’re trying to write yourself into their background and it doesn’t work well with their headcanons.

Your writing styles are just unmeshy things. Oil. Water. Bam.

They don’t agree with some aspect of they way you play your character (and this doesn’t make you wrong; just incompatible). <– especially canons tbh. We all see them differently. Which is great.

They don’t mesh with some aspect of the way you run your blog generally - more ooc than they are comfortable with, too much negativity about fandoms, characters, ships or people, too many photos of your stamp collection.

Your styles clash. One of you likes heavy formatting and structure and the other likes things plain.

What you initially discussed is not unfolding right for them.

They just don’t feel it.

They have a lot of threads and they don’t want to cut down on others for one they’re lukewarm about.

None of these things are likely to be the case:

They hate you.

They think you suck.

This is NOT about ‘quality’ (i hate that word being used around here). It’s about compatibility.

Let me ask you… can you really enjoy a thread knowing you had to harass someone into it? I doubt it.

I am not talking about people who take a little longer than usual to reply, because our lives fluctuate. Or people who have long breaks (hooray, they have lives!). I mean when someone is around a lot and it’s just a constant impasse. Or your messages never get answered.

This does not mean you are a bad RPer. This means one thing: You are not compatible with the other writer.  That is all, and it doesn’t reflect badly on you, or on them.

If someone goes on a date and it flops, we don’t blame them, right? And they can still be friends, or civil, or leave on okay terms.

This is a huge world. Really there are thousands of us. It sucks when someone you want to RP with just doesn’t seem that interested. But someone else will be interested. Stop chasing people who aren’t. It will be easier for you both.

#╳ — i drink and i know things ╱ OOC

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“Finally, can you leave us with some hints and teases about the tone, action, and genres of Return of Wolverine?

Charles Soule: It’s an action book built around a mystery, almost a horror feel.”

#CHARLES SOULE DON'T DISAPPOINT ME #this sounds so much like immortal hulk with that 'horror' add-in #a wolverine book that reads like that would be the dream oh my god charles soule DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME #... i came around to hotclaws i'll admit but you're on thin fucking ice soule #╳ — i drink and i know things ╱ OOC #maggie reads xmen #maggie reads comics

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#klaus never anticipated parenting a teenager would be this hard

#╳ — suddenly you're here suddenly it starts ( marvelsior ) ╱ twins && logan #why is all the dad!klaus i see so logan

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What parts of Canada are Wade Wilson and Logan actually from tho? This is an important part of Thier relationship that’s really overlooked.

Like, Thier canadianess in general is overlooked, but if Logan is supposed to be from NWT or something and Wade is from, IDK, Vancouver, there needs to be an inter-canadian smackdown.

#winnipEG IM FUCKING HOWLING #╳ — i drink and i know things ╱ ooc

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#╳ — living like trees in winter ( anxmalxnstincts ) ╱ KATE && LOGAN #╳ — i want to rise in love / i’ll never fall again ( phcenixwings ) ╱ JEAN && LOGAN

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okay so i’m starting to get what the infinity wars event is gonna be like. they’re just squishing characters together, right? i’m just saying, if clayton doesn’t get some attention from this event i’m suing marvel. GIVE THE SNIKT COUSIN SOME LOVE HE’S DOING HIS BEST

#wednesday spoilers #maggie reads x men #maggie reads comics #weapon h

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#W O W #this is so fuckin ariel/logan #╳ — don’t you fret my dear it’ll all be over soon ╱ ROMANCE #╳ — she bubbles over with something you thought you’d lost forever ( sheisthesxnlight ) ╱ ARIEL && LOGAN

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agecfmiracles‌:

One boy in her arms and the other clinging to her belt loop, Wanda tries not to listen in on what Logan and Laura are saying inside. Instead she kisses Tommy’s cheek and whispers, “Don’t be scared, okay baby? It’s just Mister Logan, and Mama’s here with you. He’s just a little dirty, that’s all. He’s our big, dirty, hairy friend, right? Big dirty nasty man.” The more she repeats it the more they start to giggle, so she keeps on for a few more seconds until it seems like Logan and Laura’s conversation has died down a little bit. Visiting hours have been over for a while but they made an exception since he was a new admission, only Wanda can tell the nurses are getting restless with them.

Laura’s up on the bed’s mechanism when she steps in with the boys, leaning over her father’s face as he tells her that Wanda will be looking after her. “That’s right, honey, you’re going to stay with me,” she assures Laura, leaning down to kiss the girl’s hair while keeping a strict eye so the boys don’t climb up on Logan without thinking. “And just as soon as your dad’s well enough to leave the hospital he’s going to come stay with us too, it’ll be like a slumber party.”

The words accompany a stern look at Logan, because she knows him well enough by now to know that he’s going to get out of the ICU and insist he’s fine to go on with life as usual, and that’s just not the case here. He’s broken. It’s going to take more than a bag of blood and a few days’ of IV drip for him to be well enough to be on his own with a little girl to take care of. 

“Duhty,” Billy observes somberly, touching Logan’s hand on the other side of the bed. He gives it a gentle pat. “Duhty Logan dinosaurs?” From the depths of his pocket he produces not a dinosaur, but a small Paw Patrol figure and holds it out to Logan. 

I told them it was dirt, Wanda whispers to Logan with a scrunched nose and a sheepish grin. Then she leans down to kiss his brow again, Tommy secure at her side. “I’ll come back first thing tomorrow, okay? Probably get a sitter for the boys, they’re so restless, but Laura’ll probably like to be here with you. I’ll make sure to call ahead. Boys, be very extra gentle, no climbing, and give Mister Logan a night-night kiss.”

She holds Tommy over him first, then Billy, before setting them down to find the room’s phone number on the whiteboard. “—oh, did the nurse leave your clothes? I’ll take them home and get you some new ones.”

                Wanda doesn't hesitate to jump in. Finishing his promises to Laura, cosigning the agreement. Laura closes her eyes and leans into Wanda's kiss, a flash of grief. Logan reaches for her cheek, stroking down with the back of his fingers. There's a hush of comfort hiding behind his mouth, but he doesn't let it out. If she hears it, she'll crumble — he knows she hates crying in front of people. She's inherited a desperate isolation.

                And Wanda sees it in both of them, which is why she insists that he's going to stay with them. He smiles a tired smile instead of protesting. Resigned, he nods to her. He's tired, and after worrying her, he owes it to Wanda to not be a stubborn idiot. The leat he can do is not push back on this.

                “Slumber party,” he repeats in an exhausted, bemused tone. Objectively, the idea of him at anything resembling a slumber party is hilarious. Laura doesn't smile, but there's a way her eyes light up when she meets her father's gaze - and immediately avoids it. He huffs out a laugh through his nose when Billy gets his attention.

                “Dirt-” he glances to Wanda for a translation, and his face changes; a vehicle shifting gears. He turns back just in time to accept the toy, “Well bub, I don't wanna get Marshall dirty though. Can you hang onto him for me? When I'm all cleaned up here at at the hospital, I'm gonna come over for a real long visit. We can play with all the dinos you want.”

                I'll come back first thing tomorrow, okay?

                “Wanda...” He doesn't want this to curvetail her routine entirely. He can handle a few nights of her fussing over his injuries, but getting the sitter, coming back to see what's been done to him all over again; what he's done to himself, really. It's torture. Believe him, he knows it best. Which is why he hates that he breaks under the pressure of her resolve, closing his eyes in defeat with a sigh. “On the counter there. Wanda... thank you.”

#agecfmiracles #╳ — i’m only human after all don’t put your blame on me ╱ NO POWERS!AU ⫻

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Heyy, so for those who don't know, my absence as of late has been because I've travelled south to be with my dad. There was a complication with his knee surgery last month, and he's in immense pain. He can't work, and he can't move without assistance, and my sister and I left Nunavut to help out at home. This isn't a hiatus post or anything, jfc I've already been absent enough. This is just a... "don't be a dick, because this is going on" post. My dad might have to go back into surgery, I might have to stay in Ottawa to help with the house. This is a "I'm going to continue to be an avoidant" post.

#( mobile. ) #╳ — i drink and i know things ╱ ooc

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logan @ laura: if you need anything else... too bad. handle your problems yourself like an adult

#╳ — what are you a professor of ? art ╱ CRACK #someone on your dash has been marathoning parks and rec #it me

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tbh i’m in the mood for some 616 so like this for a 616!starter

#╳ — i drink and i know things ╱ OOC #i just want to do it like whose line #'HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD' #'there was a magic space stone' #'i can't die' #so really i'm just gonna come up with bullshit comicbook answers for why he's alive #that being said i think the requirement for liking this would be.. knowing what's going on in 616 atm

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Sarah has a brush in her hand as she sits down on the couch. She pats the front of the couch between her legs, an obvious gesture for Logan to sit in front of her. "Logan."

           “Sarah.”

           He responds in the same tone, defaulting to her voice in lieu of expressing his confusion. He’s lived a long time. The memory of someone else brushing his hair is gone. He doesn’t remember a quiet housemaid near his age (who’d acted as governess when Mr. Howlett Sr. wasn’t present) under Mrs. Hopkins’ stern command. There’s something personable that Logan isn’t familiar with about Sarah’s action, sitting down in front of her, that is intended to make him small.

           It actually takes Logan a few moments to realize what she’s asking of him. There’s a flash of apprehension across his face. But regardless of how big or small he actually is, he’s not in a position to protest. So he sits, resigned to her mothering.

#petrxichor #╳ — i have some things to take care of up north ╱ MESSAGE #╳ — he is turning you into a cliched love wrecked being ( intendedgood ) ╱ STEVE && LOGAN #╳ — i’ll be back for this ╱ QUEUE

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FAVE PODCASTS - the black tapes 

Do you believe?

#am i saying fuck it and writing a strand!logan verse #i dont know. are the producers of this show going to take back their shitty finale? #what do you mean im using my rp blog to fulfill unrelated story potential? #dont drag me just join me on this adventure #╳ — i drink and i know things ╱ ooc

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when extremely impressive blogs follow you

#╳ — i drink and i know things ╱ OOC

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gigglcwatcrr‌:

she catches the hint of APPREHENSION coloring his thoughts, just as he casts his eyes all around them–first in AWE, then in DEFENSE, and queenie bristles at the FEEL of it, herself, ready to take on whoever or whatever it is that’s puttin’ it there. she wants to shake whoever snuffed out the smile from his lips–it was such a RARE thing, to start with–but she knows it isn’t just any one person. it’s a lotta things. a lotta things even SHE’S tryin’ not to think about, these days. but she steels her voice, her frame, her HEART, and pins his gaze with her own with as much heat as she can muster. 

“HOGWASH. I want ya’ here, and here is where you’re gonna be. and if any of these FELLAS got a problem with it, it’s ME they can talk to. “  a manicured hand dips into the pocket of her dusty pink COAT, fingers gripping the slender wood of her WAND, humming with MAGIC. “ and i’m sure they ain’t gonna wanna do that, on account of all the DIRT i’ve got on em’. so there. now drink your cocoa before it gets cold, i ain’t jinxin it a THIRD time.” 

            An owl trills quietly under its wing from its perch high above them. His eyes flicker to it at the sleepy murmur, waits until it stops shuffling back into a comfortable rest. It's a paranoid move, but from a man that's paranoid to begin with, it's honestly more of a curious glance. Owls in the streets. It's not unlike Logan to come across them, as they're both wild predators. They don't belong here, and yet.

            Logan smiles at hogwash, a wide, genuine smile. He doesn't see her as the kinda woman to start throwing fists, but he doesn't doubt that she can do things with that stick of hers that'll make any adversary cross-eyed. The sound of someone outright defending his honour has warmth spilling through him, like the magic she casts on his drink is spreading through the two hands wrapped around the cup.

            “Yes ma'am,” and he takes an obedient sip. It's delicious, as it was before he'd let it go cold to let his curiosity get the better of him. He watches the stick as it's withdrawn. Lets his lips curl in to lick the last drop from them. With caution, he nods to it. The wand. “Can I-?”

            The cup is set down, but he doesn't let go. Rather, his fingers lift from the edge. He doesn't kid himself. He doesn't think he can do anything with it like she can. He doesn't want to. But he is curious enough to ask to hold it.

#gigglcwatcrr #╳ — when it’s time for leaving i hope you understand ╱ WANDERER ⫻ #╳ — i’ll be back for this ╱ QUEUE

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“put your hand on my thigh”

@intendedgood nsfw meme

     The words are for those with sharper senses, but luckily everyone else on the team who qualifies is sitting further down the table. Logan’s mouth threatens to quirk into a smirk, but he smothers it, lest he catch someone’s attention to their fooling around under the table. He sets his hand just above Steve’s knee.

     “Here?” he asks in the same quiet undertone that Steve used. He inhales, shoulders rolling back to look as if he’s stretching, but his hand slides higher. “Or here?

     “Cause if you’re thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’, we’re both gonna be punished.”

#╳ — i have some things to take care of up north ╱ MESSAGE #╳ — i’ll be back for this ╱ QUEUE #intendedgood #╳ — he is turning you into a cliched love wrecked being ( intendedgood ) ╱ STEVE && LOGAN

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marvelsior:

Sarah’s mind had been a swirl of emotion with everything her father had been through. He’d blocked her out just as Peter sometimes does when he’s upset and doesn’t want her to know what’s happening. Not even Jean could get through that thick head of his. Shawn was out on a date, and once Sarah sensed her father’s return to the mansion she’d tracked him down. The look on his face was going to kill her.

“Daddy…” she started, emotion welling in the pit of her stomach before she crosses the distance between them and pulls him into a tight hug, face buried in his chest. It was one of the few times he wasn’t referred to simply as ‘dad’, but she knew deep down he needed her. And so, she’d allow herself to be vulnerable. “I’m glad you’re home…”

She wishes she could fix it, make it better… She wishes there was something she could do to help him…but most likely there isn’t anything she can do. Logan was stuck, powerless. If something should happen, that might be the end of him. She wasn’t going to let that happen. 

        It's not that he's trying to push them away. He wasn't-- trying to run away. Well, yes, that's what he did, but he hadn't intended on running forever. His powers were stripped from him, that damned cure the humans made, and he acted like the man that first arrived at the mansion all those years ago. Treated a problem he couldn't fix by abandoning it. He'd grabbed his bike from the garage and sped off before anyone even knew he was in the state of mind to run.

        But he wasn't going to stay away from his family. From the school, from his kids, from Jean Grey. He was too damn selfish to stay away. The look on Sarah's face proves his point; that his staying hurt her. His chest aches as she forgoes 'Dad'. The word makes her look so much younger. He grits his back teeth, his throat works, and he accepts her into his arms when she comes to him.

        “Hey,” he murmurs, a greeting and an assurance at the same time. He rubs her back, gently telling her, “I'm here, okay? I'm sorry for runnin', I...”

        Logan doesn't pull away from the hug as he considers what he's going to say. It's something that makes him ashamed, and so he keeps the hug going - maybe it's becoming more for his benefit than hers.

        “I didn't know what to do, kid.” He lets go, his hands moving to her shoulders as he takes her in, “Look, let's not-- what's happened, happened. Are you alright? Shawn?”

#marvelsior #╳ — i’m only human after all don’t put your blame on me ╱ NO POWERS!AU ⫻ #╳ — i’ll be back for this ╱ QUEUE