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I imprinted hard on Tony Stark because I’m a Fe-man.

#science jokes #trans jokes #afab people #afab trans

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Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.

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This is exactly why humans still have an edge over the machines: my reCAPTCHA for an account login just asked me to click on all bicycles, but showed me a motorcycle and technically the VI is not *wrong* per se, but my dudes, a Harley isn't exactly what comes to mind when someone says "bicycle".

#lukairl #random silliness #i really should have taken the summer off from school

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sometimes I think about how al capone donated to charity in an attempt to improve his image

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Okay, so this has been a hot minute, but I just did this after combing through my files again.

The new Chapter 4 Begins!

Bucky leaves Wakanda the same day Steve does, after Steve does, having finally discarded the notion of going back on ice again. He knows T’Challa’s cryotubes are nothing like the HYDRA facilities, but he’s spent decades of his life frozen in time. He doesn’t know how much time he has left on Earth, all things considered, but he knows he doesn’t want to spend any more time helpless and isolated.

It took him awhile to come to the decision, but once he has, he will allow nothing to stop him from finally living some sort of life.

Bucky stows his gear in the bay of the ship T’Challa has graciously gifted him: only the best for Captain Rogers’ friend. It’s a sleek little lady that Bucky falls instantly in love with, equipped with cloaking technology and a modest artillery array. It’s powered by some arcane device the Wakandans use like batteries that never need to be changed, that shines a little like Toni’s arc reactors, a deep, calming blue undulation.

I don’t care, you killed my mom, Toni says, tired and sad.

I didn’t know it was her, Steve protests, lying through his teeth.

He freezes in place, throat convulsing, then deliberately shuts the hatch and walks down the gangway, shielding his eyes briefly as he passes from the shadowed interior of the Royal Talon into the bright Wakandan afternoon, trying not to hyperventilate as he fills his lungs with fresh, clean air. His legs don’t want to work much past the ramp, and he thumps down on his ass, leaning tiredly against the sun-warmed metal of the side of the ship.

What the hell is he doing? Running to a soulmate whose parents he killed? Falling through the cracks in society, always on the run? Turning himself in to the authorities while Stevie’s got his back turned? Just what the fuck does he think he’s doing?

Ease up, Manchurian candidate.

Toni’s voice teases him from the depths of his memory, flashes him the wry grin and mischievous sparkle in her eyes that even the gravity of the situation and the black eye she didn’t bother to hide with makeup can’t diminish. Fatal weakness, her kind of fun-loving and fire-bearing. That should have been his first sign, words be damned.

“Fuck,” he breathes, more a prayer than an epithet, and lets his head roll back against the side of the ship so he can stare at the clouds scudding across the sky. His arm, missing twice over now, aches again, but the pain is different. It’s no longer sharp, no longer breath-stealing. Now, it’s like a deep bruise, long-gone words throbbing instead of searing into his non-existent flesh. The pain is cleaner, smoother. Maybe… healing?

Despite himself, some strange pressure settles into his chest, tight and warm and alarming. He bears it for a long couple of heartbeats, wide-eyed and lost, before he recognizes it as hope. “Fuck,” he says again, very small and almost a sob, and angrily dashes the moisture from his eyes before it can spill over. If that happens, he’s fucking done. And there’s still too much to do, including getting his ass out of Wakanda before Steve comes back.

“Get on your feet, Barnes,” he growls at himself, and forces himself upright before he really does break down. “Get on the ship. Get the hell out of here. You can do this.” He feels self-conscious, but his own verbal self-pep talk does the trick. His legs firm up of their own accord and walk him directly to the flight deck. He pauses just for a moment, before he shuts the door, but decides against his last-minute impulse to go bid farewell to T’Challa and palms the controls to raise the ramp.

“Sit down in the chair. Run through the pre-flight check.” The steady chatter is both embarrassing and unsettling, but it’s working and besides, there’s no one here to overhear him. “You can do this. And maybe she—“ The words choke in his throat, and he swallows them down instead of forcing them out. He doesn’t know what to do if he actually gives voice to them, allows himself to think for the best, and it blows up in his face. Better to keep those words locked away, where they can’t hurt him.

He lifts off smoothly from the deck, his missing arm not a detriment in the slightest with the way the controls were designed, and turns the nose of his Royal Talon north as the Golden City falls away beneath him.

WIP - After All I've Said

A CACW Winteriron soulmate fic.

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#ficlicious writes #mostly canon #cacw #winteriron #after all i said verse #rule 63 toni stark #fuck yeah am writing again

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@thisbadge

Hummingbird is relaxing after drinking a lot of flower nectar.

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dearest followers, please know that i get sweet sweet serotonin every time you reblog stuff (especially if you add commentary/notes)

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Thor: Can you ride?

Tony: [looks at Thor up and down] Yes.

Thor: I meant the horse, Man of Iron.

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Well, that didn’t take long. 

I finished and posted Chapter 10 of Set on Fire, which I started writing for @thisbadge awhile back. 

That felt remarkably good. ^_^

Hi! Lemme ramble at you for a minute

So it’s been a thoroughly awful year, for everyone. For me specifically, I buried a lot of people I cared about, including my grandfather, my step-mother, and my husband. I’ve been back in university, and I’m now a single parent with four kids. It’s a lot. It was overwhelming. Truthfully, it still is.

But now I feel it starting to come back, my desire to write my MCU fics again. 

I’ll be returning to my fics, probably starting this week, since I have almost a month until the summer semester begins and I’m now done all my exams. I hope you’ll join me when I release new chapters and start bringing some of those fics, like Stars, All Tied Up and Driving Straight, to a close. They’re the closest to actually being finished, but Love Story is haunting my dreams. 

I’ve missed y’all. There’ve been a lot of false starts in the last few months, but I’m patient and here for the long haul. 

I am writing.

#ficlicious writes #set on fire #fanfic rules my life #mcu fanfic #ironhawk+

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Hi! Lemme ramble at you for a minute

So it’s been a thoroughly awful year, for everyone. For me specifically, I buried a lot of people I cared about, including my grandfather, my step-mother, and my husband. I’ve been back in university, and I’m now a single parent with four kids. It’s a lot. It was overwhelming. Truthfully, it still is.

But now I feel it starting to come back, my desire to write my MCU fics again. 

I’ll be returning to my fics, probably starting this week, since I have almost a month until the summer semester begins and I’m now done all my exams. I hope you’ll join me when I release new chapters and start bringing some of those fics, like Stars, All Tied Up and Driving Straight, to a close. They’re the closest to actually being finished, but Love Story is haunting my dreams. 

I’ve missed y’all. There’ve been a lot of false starts in the last few months, but I’m patient and here for the long haul. 

I am writing.

#ficlicious writes #amwriting

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@solivar

she’s beauty, she’s grace, she will use knife hands on your face. 💖

(Incorrect Godzilla Quotes credit - @leoprime13 )

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Okay, this is kind of fucked up, but I’ve been plagiarized and my first thought was “I LEGIT MADE IT”.

Stop it, toxic reinforcement. Yes, it’s cool, but no. No.

No.

If I still think the worst writer in the world is [Very Secret Dude], it’s because of their history and the extensive allegations of plagiarism against them. I refuse to support them, and that means anything in their universe. I haven’t watched movies, Netflix streaming series or spin-offs.

I would never claim anyone else’s thoughts as my own. Yet as a creator I’m knee jerk excited that someone likes me enough to lift “entire paragraphs” as the person who told me said. That’s all kinds of fucked up and I really think I’m going to have to dissect that and figure out where it comes from. Because it is not okay.

I’m really thinking about reaching out to the other writer to have a meaningful, non-hostile conversation about this.

#mindfulness #ficlicious writes #the stars through her soul #plagiarism #let’s talk about this

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Can you have a second lesbian awakening?

setup and punchline

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I just realized that is February already lmao

I'll be doing 1 tiny ship doodle per day! Starting with Ironstrange ♥️

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... Am I the only one who heard Nathan Lane’s voice here?

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