I'm officially announcing my hiatus from Tumblr. I need a break. I'm tired of the questions about my rules and the hate so I'm just going to see myself out for a bit.

Sorry guys, I love you.

I’m still on hiatus, but unfortunately now it’s because my computer doesn’t have a k key and it makes typing very frustrating.

I may be coming back in the next weeks though, I miss you all. Message me if you want to keep going on our plots or start fresh and I’ll start making a list :)

I'm not going to blow the person up by tagging them or posting their url.. but let me reiterate...

I AM NOT YOUR HOT GUY FACTORY.

Im not here to play with female oc specific blogs. I have my rule to make sure I don't drop threads. I prefer to play female muses but I have males because I believe everyone should get a bit of what they want but when you come at me for romance with a guy and platonic Because-i-have-to threads with my girls I'm not about it.

Do not come in my IM's and call me discriminatory like I'm a monster for not wanting to give you that.

It's stuff like this that makes me want to just go on hiatus and leave Tumblr for a bit.

If you don't like my rules, don't play with me.

Welp, due to continued messages intent on “educating me” they have lost the privilege of privacy 🤷

They only showed interest in Rowan, and then when I told them about my rules, questioned them, and then has kept messaging me since. This is unacceptable. Yes, they did say they would play with Saoirse but that was in the same message as them telling me I was discriminatory. Fuck. That.

Not about it.

It should have ended at: I do not play with female only oc blogs.

Because this person has sent messages to my followers about being bullied, I’m removing their url. Because I’m not, in fact, a monster. But also they should grow the fuck up. What the fuck ever. I don’t have the time to deal with someone complaining to people I care about.

For the record, if you come at someone with your url, you’ve forfeited privacy on your own. And I have a basic human right to free speech. Me taking down the pictures of messages you sent is a courtesy and one I don’t think you deserve.

"Lanta," Xavier repeated, tasting the name on his tongue as he said it. God's she was beautiful. Definitely out of his league. And now she was wearing his jacket which didn't make it any easier on him. "No, no. Certainly not. I'm a mechanic, my shops not even open today. I'm just fixing up something on my own time," he shared probably more than he needed to but who could blame him for being nervous. Holding the door open for her, he stepped back into the face afterward. "Good, good. Sorry about that again.."

“Lanta,” Xavier repeated, tasting the name on his tongue as he said it. God’s she was beautiful. Definitely out of his league. And now she was wearing his jacket which didn’t make it any easier on him. “No, no. Certainly not. I’m a mechanic, my shops not even open today. I’m just fixing up something on my own time,” he shared probably more than he needed to but who could blame him for being nervous. Holding the door open for her, he stepped back into the face afterward. “Good, good. Sorry about that again..”

Not everyone knew about the kidnapping, not everyone knew how Billie was haunted by the time she spent as a captive of traffickers. Miles didn't tell people, she didn't talk about it. Most nights Miles was there somewhere in the apartment where he could help her when she needed it. Tonight she was alone, and of course that was the night she woke to a panic attack. Theo came when she called though. He'd rushed over in record time and held her tightly enough to push away all of those deep dark demons trying to drag her into the abyss with them. "C-Can we just sit?" The writer's voice was weak, choked with sobs against his chest. Hands clutched at his shirt, like letting him go would have her yanked from his arms. Reluctantly she did release his shirt though to walk to the living room to curl up with him on the sofa. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry I'm such a mess. I'm sorry I called so late.."

Not everyone knew about the kidnapping, not everyone knew how Billie was haunted by the time she spent as a captive of traffickers. Miles didn’t tell people, she didn’t talk about it. Most nights Miles was there somewhere in the apartment where he could help her when she needed it. Tonight she was alone, and of course that was the night she woke to a panic attack. Theo came when she called though. He’d rushed over in record time and held her tightly enough to push away all of those deep dark demons trying to drag her into the abyss with them. “C-Can we just sit?” The writer’s voice was weak, choked with sobs against his chest. Hands clutched at his shirt, like letting him go would have her yanked from his arms. Reluctantly she did release his shirt though to walk to the living room to curl up with him on the sofa. “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I’m such a mess. I’m sorry I called so late..”