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HEEHEEHEE….

Part 2 👇

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I put way too much effort into something this dumb 😂 but I have no regrets

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happy international women’s day! apologise to a woman today

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everyone shut the actual fuck up. it's ferb time

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EVERYBODY SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FERB

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A portion of a Gl*e cover song is making its rounds on tik tok. It has unlocked a part of my brain that had been dormant for years. Satan's child has been disturbed. I'll never be at peace again.

#Chris Colfer your voice is beautiful babe but it gives me PTSD #TW #Glee

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Tarlos engagement!!! Can you hear me screaming 

#911 lone star spoilers #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star season 3 #My videos #don’t know if I like it CapCut yet but!

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im sorry what just happened i-

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YanTao Week (on Twitter)! Day 5&1: Confessions + Butterflies

Their eyes are complementary and complementary colors are a bit hard to work with

#yooooooo what the FUCK #I LOVE THIS

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Let’s go Day 2! Here is another small drabble for the prompt Louisiana. Thank you once again to @samwilsonfest for organising! 

Incoming Flight Summary:  When Sam was younger, all he'd wanted to do was leave Louisiana. Now, he doesn't even like to think about leaving his front porch. [Notable tags: Wilson Siblings, Future Fic]

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When Sam was younger, all he'd wanted to do was leave Louisiana. He'd dream of a life in Brooklyn, or San Diego, or hell even Cincinnati. His desires had nothing to do with the area, nor the people (well, maybe that wasn't entirely true. He could go the rest of his life without seeing Jayden Thompson again.) As the cliché, overused saying goes: it wasn't Delacroix, it was him. The small town didn't seem big enough for Sam Wilson's dreams.

Joining the Air Force was the perfect way to do that. Sam joined right out of high school with the promise of free education and the opportunity to spread his wings. His wish of travelling and seeing the world had come true, but…

Yeah. No amount of travelling, education, or promise he was helping people could bring back his best friend.

D.C. had been nice. It never got as hot as Louisiana, and people didn't know him there. His neighbours wouldn't ask difficult questions and look at him with sympathy. He established a life for himself and looked to Louisiana fondly, remembering the times when his biggest worry was the rain.

Well, then he'd met some old man that dragged him to every corner of the globe. Suddenly there were aliens and wizards and brainwashed cyborgs that Sam felt compelled to help save and stop. The position of Captain America's sidekick didn't offer stability.

It was in these times that Sam wished for nothing more than to be home. He missed the morning sunrise across the docks. He missed the smell of fish and salt that never left his clothes. He longed for the nights his dad told stories about capes and fictional heroes. He'd do anything for the ability to hug his mom again. It was when reflecting that Sam felt it most: the boy can always leave Louisiana, but Louisiana will never quite leave the boy.

He's older, now. Bucky may call him an old man, but it means little coming from the centenarian. Sam Wilson has seen the world, yet has no desire to leave his front porch ever again. The seagulls cry in the distance. Kids laugh and play in the front yard. He spends his days fishing and training with the new Captain America and Falcon. He spends his nights with his arms full and his heart light. It's indisputable, now, that Delacroix, Louisiana is where Sam most belongs.

Sarah sits next to him on the porch swing, watching her grandkids with pride. "Did you hear," she asks, "Mary got into NYU. A.J. says she's gonna go there this fall."

Sam nods and shares his sister's smile. "She's got the Wilson itch to get out, huh?"

She waves him off. "She'll be back once she's a big Broadway star or something. None of you ever stay away for long."

He laughs because, as always, Sarah is right. Delacroix may not be big enough to spread one's wings, but it will always be the best place to land.

#samtember 2021 #sam wilson #sarah wilson #my drabbles #again pls I am just a tired college student #woke up at 6AM and was like HEY LET'S WRITE

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Happy Samtember everyone! Here is a small drabble for Day 1: Training. I’m so happy to be participating! Thank you to @samwilsonfest for organising! 

Drill Number 5 Summary:  Post retirement, Sam reflects and helps train the new Captain America and Falcon, with absolutely no help from his so-called trophy husband. [Notable tags: Sambucky, Fluff, Future Fic]

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Sam knows he will never get used to seeing red and blue wings in the sky.

He should be used to it by now, he supposed. Sam hasn’t held the title of Captain America for years. Joaquín has proven time and time again how he deserves the shield, just as he did with the Falcon wings. Passing on the title was one of the easiest decisions Sam has ever made. 

He still watches as the younger turns and dives, simulating moves they’d use when facing air strikes from behind. A smile graces his lips as he remembers a time when Joaquín could barely lift off the ground on his own. It seems like it was yesterday, back when multiverses didn’t exist and he had a good back. He reflects on those days fondly. 

Now, though, it is no longer Sam and Joaquín, just as it once was no longer Sam and Steve. As time passes, he feels less melancholy about the exchanges. A pair of silver wings overtakes the red and blue, cheering as he completes the double twist he’d been working on for months. Sam shakes his head, but lets himself laugh along with the two in the air for a second. 

“Cass,” Sam says over the comms a moment later, “we’re supposed to be training, not freestyling.” 

“Sorry, Uncle Sam,” Falcon responds, though he doesn’t sound apologetic. “Just wanted to show Cap the new moves!” 

It was by chance that his nephew was chosen for the Falcon program. He’d partially followed in Sam’s footsteps, graduating from the Air Force Academy and completing three tours as a pilot. Sam had no say in Joaquín's replacement, but after watching Cass in the air, he knows the right choice was made. 

“C’mon, you guys know the drill, run number five again. Quit your groaning, Cass, your left wing still dips too low on the third turn.” 

The two soar into position and begin the drill. Falcon still doesn’t quite get the turn, but Sam knows it will come with experience. At least he hasn’t run into any buildings yet. 

Sam doesn’t turn around, but he knows who stands three steps behind. “I’m not crazy, right?” Sam asks, “is it only the third turn, or is it the fourth as well?” When he doesn’t hear a response, he looks over his shoulder. Predictably, the other isn’t paying any attention to the men in the sky. “Quit staring at my ass, Barnes, you know what it looks like.” 

Bucky is smirking as he appears at Sam’s side. “You’re the expert, babe. Best I can do is tell you about the mechanics.” 

Sam rolls his eyes. “Why do I bring you to these things?” 

“Well, someone’s gotta make sure you don’t do anything dumb.” Bucky catches his hand mid-air and gives it a kiss. “Besides, haven’t you heard? I’m Captain America’s trophy husband.” 

“I- That article came out  fifteen years ago. When are you going to let that go?” 

Bucky shrugs, but doesn’t say anything else. He lets go of Sam’s hand and watches for a moment as Falcon and Captain America work on another drill.

“You’re doing great with them,” Bucky says softly. “They’re going to kick some serious ass together.” 

“It’s a team effort, you know.” 

Bucky turns to him, expression open and loving. “Yeah, but this is your legacy. Steve may have had the shield, but you’re the one who gave Captain America wings.” 

Sam looks back up at the sky and watches as Joaquín adjusts Cass’s position. “That looks familiar, doesn’t it?” he asks, changing the topic. 

“Huh? Oh,” Bucky lets out a laugh, “absolutely. You spent days trying to get the kid to even out his shoulders. I still catch him correcting them on his own sometimes.” 

“Really?” Bucky frowns as Sam starts to chuckle. Despite his husband’s protest, Sam speaks through the comms again. “Cap, I hear you’re having some trouble with your shoulders. Take Falcon and run drill five again.” He shrugs at the unamused look he receives. “What? This was the only drill Riley and I were allowed to do for  days. When Joaquín is the one doing the training, he can decide how to run it.” He turns from Bucky's shaking head and looks back up to watch red, blue and silver glide with the wind.

It’s a sight he will never get used to. 

#samtember 2021 #sam wilson #sambucky #cass wilson #joaquin torres #bucky barnes #my drabbles #pls I am just a tired college student

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BY THE BITCHES THAT BE, WE MADE IT

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#this show is EVERYTHING to me rn #black lightning #ANISSA MY QUEEN

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Only logo I care to see (x)

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You ever think about how the only reason Samuel l Jackson got into acting is because he was a radical activist and his mom got threatened that he’d end up dead so she sent him away to school to save him

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i hope you have a terrible pride month if you still eat at chick-fil-a with no consideration for other lgbt people

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The microaggressions Anthony Mackie has to deal with all the time in this industry is utterly astounding. The F-uk up thing is, the dude just smiles and bares it. He survived so long in this industry because he puts up with it and never complains. 

I’ve seen so many red carpet interviews where he has to push himself in to not be ignored, so many con panels where the only questions he get is addressed to everyone on the panel because no one ever has a specific questions for him, and there are so many interviews where the only thing they want to know from him is info about his white co-stars…

And now we get more of the same. The man can’t even enjoy his moment without people completely dismissing who he is and trying to find out what he thinks about Sebastian Stan new role.

Is there any wonder why Anthony thinks he is so expandable and talks about that fact all the time, so much so that Sebastian told him exasperated “give yourself some credit!”  How could he when the industry makes it very clear that his white co-stars are the real stars and he will never have the same level of fame no matter what he does as a black man

They can’t even let the man have his moment…