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Wow, 5 years (maybe 6) later and 500 followers has been achieved, thank you all so much! As thanks and because I’ve wanted to do this for a while, I’m going to be holding a raffle!
~THE FUN IN THE (INSIDE) SUN CELEBRATION~
Summary: Because we’re all together and stuck inside, I wanted to urge us all to do the one thing I’ve found solace in my entire life, ART!
Rules/Explanation:
-This celebration of the arts is welcome to everyone! Just posting your drawings, writing, memes, gives you a point, and supporting your fellow fandom members by reblogging their posts gives you another!
-Points can be collected 4 times a day, and count as entires into the raffle for the prizes
-You can gain points in ANY WAY (IE: posting 4 pieces of art, reblogging 4 posts, reblogging 2 posts and posting 2 pieces, etc.)
-Just support your fellow fandom members!!
-DISCLAIMER: you do not need to count your own points! I will be doing it myself,
THEREFORE: you must inform me you are going to be participating.
Do this by merely reblogging this post and putting your name (alias) in the tags!
Information:
When:
Starting tomorrow, MAY 17TH, 2020, the raffle box will open, and you can begin collecting points.
THE RAFFLE BOX WILL CLOSE ON MAY 29TH, 2020, 11:59PM EST.
Where:
Tumblr! All prizes will be given in DMs or in game!
~PRIZES~
Tier 1: The highest tier prize is a bundle! You can choose from these three bundles and I will send you the code when your name is pulled at the end of the raffle.
Tier 2: 10 packs of your choosing! (From what is available in the crowns shop)
Tier 3: 5 packs of your choosing! (From what is available in the crowns shop)
I can’t help but thank everyone again! I’ve been in this fandom for a very long time and have watched my follower account near 500 for practically 3 years. Granted I was inactive, but I’m happy the renaissance has brought me back here!
Bucky Barnes doesn’t understand how you scoff in disbelief when Natasha says your brown eyes are pretty. She says they remind her of the warm feeling that coffee brings right after it’s consumed or of hot chocolate after a day of shoveling snow. He doesn’t understand why you roll your eyes and say ‘okay, Nat, I didn’t realize you were an aspiring poet. My eyes are the color of mud and dirt, but it’s fine. Brown eyes are cool.’ He realizes maybe you don’t believe her. You tell her that her eyes remind you of of a fresh spring or running through a park as a child. You tell her that her eyes remind you of simplicity. ‘Maybe we should start our own poetry club?’ Natasha grins at her.
The pair of you don’t realize that he’s listening. Well, maybe Natasha does, because she knows everything. But he wants to tell you what he thinks. He wants to tell you that your big, brown eyes always stick out to him whether it be nighttime or daytime because there’s always a spark in them. He wants to tell you that sometimes, he can see flecks of lighter brown and a color that he swears is gold. He wants to tell you that your brown eyes pop whenever you wear mascara and eyeshadow and that he loves that. He wants to tell you he loves when you wear yellow despite your reservations because your brown skin and brown eyes absolutely glow. He wants to tell you that he can get lost in your deep, brown eyes. He wants to tell you that he is almost instantaneously reminded of caramel and chocolate swirling together when he is blessed with the opportunity to look into your eyes. He was never one for cliches, but he can see your always present humor and playfulness dancing around in your eyes.
It bothers him, that you don’t realize that your eyes are not mud brown. They are the color of old books, with the promises of legendary tales. They are copper and honey melded together and framed by black eyelashes. Natasha is right, they are a hot coffee after a cold day. They remind him of warmth, heat and the hour right before the sun sets completely. He wants to be blanketed by it. They remind him of a lioness’s protectiveness over her cubs or of an orchestral symphony. He doesn’t know.
What he does know, is that he plans to let you know, someday, all the things he is reminded of by your pretty, brown eyes.
sir that is my emotional support male celebrity that i direct all of my male attraction towards bc he is a highly idealized man that is safe to lust after because he cannot hurt me!!!!!!!