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what if you didnt send me hate mail
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Tiger Tiger burning bright
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i have to believe somewhere, someone is trying a taco for the first time. someone is taking their first shower. someone is coming home to a new puppy.
i have to believe that this winter, someone new to snow will pull out a 5 dollar plastic sled and throw themselves down a hill, just to try it.
i think i'm probably lucky to be familiar with sunrises. i live in an area where the lightning bugs dance in their cocktail hours. i take chickadees for granted.
today i saw a tree that had changed to fall colors, and my first reaction was to grimace. i love autumn, but i hate the cold. i don't want it to be winter yet.
but how lucky, to live in a place where the leaves do change color - so bright and vibrant that people make treks from around the world just to look at what i grew-up-with. my mom's friend was a teacher in florida. she used to ask us to mail her an assortment of leaves, just to show her children - to prove to them yes, they really do turn yellow and orange and red.
last year i finally tried pumpkin spice for the first time. someone this year will find a new favorite knitting pattern. someone's favorite band will drop a new album. artists will make things we haven't yet imagined. there will be chalk drawings and magnet poetry and karaoke and recipes and laughing.
it is easy to forget. this was all new to me, once. and when it was - well, it was just all so easy to love.
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girls who learned all their vocab from books and are now constantly embarrassing themselves by pronouncing words slightly wrong in conversation
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Bald guys love working office jobs idk
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Ari Levinson / Chris Evans
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Heat Wave
Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)
Word count: 2.5k
A/N: Like every single person in this fandom I’ve been replaying Chris’s Buzzfeed puppy interview non-stop in my mind (and also on youtube) since it came out last week, and giving too much thought to his flirty thot behavior during the Lightyear press tour, so my brain said “do the thing” and I did.
Also, you guys are familiar with the concept of ‘more cake’ right? ‘Cause that’s all this is lol. This is either very fun or very weird, so... enjoy?
Beta'd by my best boo, @rainbowsandcoconut 😘
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"Oh, shut up.”
Chris grabs his bare chest in pretend affront. “Shut up? That’s what I get for telling my dear friend she looks nice in a bikini?”
Scarlett rolls her eyes. “You know it weirds me out when you say stuff like that.” She drops her chin, lowering her voice into a mocking imitation of Chris’s. “‘I swear, if you weren’t like a sister to me…’ Like, what does that even mean?”
“It’s meant to be a compliment!”
“It’s a weird ass compliment. Go flirt with someone who isn’t like a sister to you and is also, you know, not married.”
“Ew.” Chris pulls a face. “I’m not flirting with you.”
Scarlett gives him a deadpan look. “You’re like the biggest flirt I know, Chris. You flirt with anything that moves.”
“’Scuse you,” Chris huffs. “Just because you can’t take a compliment doesn’t mean I’m hitting on you, alright? You think that’s flirting? I hate to break it to you, sis, but you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Scarlett snorts, hitching her bikini top up a little higher. “That so? Well, go subject someone else to it, is all I’m saying.”
Repeating Scarlett’s words in a high-pitched, whiny voice, because he’s mature like that, Chris turns away, towards the pool. Hands on his hips, his eyes scan the gaggle of assorted co-stars and crew members seeking refuge from today's searing heat by the poolside. It’s so hot that the Civil War producers decided to give everyone a day off from filming, and people are taking full advantage of it.
He considers his options. There’s Lizzie, maybe – but no, taken. Emily's just gotten engaged. Maybe Tina from costume..? Wait no, she’s married.
“Nobody here’s single, though,” Chris pouts.
Scarlett hums thoughtfully, looking around as well. “Well... what about Sebastian?”
Chris barks out a surprised laugh. “Seb? But he’s –”
“A guy?” Scarlett shrugs. “So what? Surely a minor issue like gender isn't going to be a problem for someone as confident in their flirting skills as you are? Or were you just bluffing?”
They stare at each other for a long moment, locked in a battle of wills that Chris is very familiar with, after over a decade of friendship with the woman in front of him.
He takes a moment to consider Scarlett’s point. He doesn't usually come on to guys, at least not with any sort of intent, but he thinks he could be persuaded. He's mostly straight, sure, but he's not entirely immune to male good looks, nor is he averse to broadening his horizons a little. And Sebastian... Well, Sebastian is Sebastian, and Chris has a soft spot, alright?
It’s true that Sebastian is newly single. From what Chris had heard, it’d been an amicable split, just two people deciding it would be better to go their separate ways. Sebastian hasn’t seemed all that torn up about it these past few weeks, and if he had been, maybe Chris’s reply would’ve been different.
But as it is, he makes up his mind, and nods. “Ok, you know what? Fine.” He runs a hand through his damp hair, cracking his neck, and then his fingers for good measure. “Watch and learn.”
Scarlett merely quirks a sardonic eyebrow.
Taking a bolstering breath, Chris hones in on Sebastian, who’s standing by himself at the other end of the pool, frantically trying to finish his ice pop before it melts all over his hand, with limited success. By the time Chris reaches him, he’s just dropped the stick into a nearby bin and is licking his fingers to rid them of any remaining stickiness.
When he turns around and finds Chris suddenly standing in front of him, he starts. “Oh, hey.”
Chris dives straight in. “Hi, baby,” he winks. “You havin’ a good time?”
For a long second, Sebastian stares back at him with his mouth hanging slightly open. “Huh?”
“You havin’ fun?” Chris repeats, flashing Seb his most winsome smile.
“I’m-” Sebastian blinks, wiping his hands on his swimming trunks. “I- yeah, it’s, it’s really hot, but nice?”
“Good, good. You here with someone?”
A small frown appears between Sebastian’s eyebrows. His eyes dart over Chris’s right shoulder, presumably at Scarlett, before turning back to Chris. “Yeah, I mean, I’m here with you guys?”
“Sure,” Chris nods, “’course y’are. But you’re not here with anyone… special?”
“Um…” Sebastian frown deepens, making him look thoroughly nonplussed. “No?”
Chris tssk’s, shaking his head. “Well, that just won’t do. Sweet guy like you, all by himself?”
“What?" Sebastian chokes out a startled laugh. "I’m- Chris, what-?”
“What’s your name?” Chris interrupts, determined to keep up his charade, especially now that he can see how flustered it’s making Sebastian. It’s pretty cute, if he’s being honest.
Suddenly, Sebastian’s expression clears, the furrow on his brow smoothing out and his mouth forming a little ‘o’ of understanding as the penny finally drops. He chuckles, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck before glancing up at Chris through his lashes with a look that can only be described as ‘coy’. “I’m, uh- Sebastian?”
Chris breaks out into a grin, giddy with the realization that Sebastian is game to play along.
“Sebastian, huh,” he repeats, tilting his head a fraction. “That’s a cute name. Suits you. Pretty name for a pretty guy.”
Sebastian bites his lip around a smile. “Ah, thank you.”
“And he’s polite,” Chris exclaims. “Aren’t you a doll. Where have you been all my life?”
Slowly, Sebastian shakes his head from side to side, like he can’t believe Chris’s antics but he’s entertained despite himself. “I was right here,” he replies, a little smirk tucked away in the corner of his ice pop-reddened mouth. “Where were you?”
“Oh,” Chris gasps, clutching his chest, “oh no, see, you can’t do that. You can’t smile at me like that and expect me not to throw you over my shoulder and carry you right outta here, pal.”
“Jesus Christ,” Sebastian mumbles, more to himself than to Chris, smiling so wide now it makes his nose wrinkle and his eyes nearly close.
Unexpectedly, Sebastian’s bashfulness sparks an eagerness inside of Chris; a desire to keep it up, to push the limits and see how far he can take this thing. It spurs him into taking a step closer, crowding into Sebastian’s personal space.
“Would you like that, Sebastian?” He reaches out to carefully tuck a stray strand of hair behind Sebastian’s left ear. “If I picked you up and swept you away, took you somewhere private, maybe?”
It’s barely audible, but Chris still catches the hitch in Sebastian’s breath. It makes his own breathing speed up in response, his heart rate ticking up ever so slightly.
“C’mon, honey, whaddaya say?” Chris coaxes, ducking his head to try and catch Sebastian’s downcast eyes. “You trust me?”
Letting out a slow breath, Sebastian looks up. His gray-blue eyes are arresting as ever, though the look in them is new, unfamiliar – thrilling. “Yeah,” Sebastian says, voice low. “Yeah, I trust you.”
Something in Chris’s chest clenches, his heart thumping heavily. He takes a slow, measured breath in an attempt to rein in his emotions before he answers, “Good. That’s real good. Thanks for trustin’ me, baby.”
A small, involuntary sound escapes Sebastian. It seems to startle him, making him avert his gaze and cast his eyes back down at the ground.
“No, don’t hide,” Chris murmurs, lifting a hand and hooking his index finger under Sebastian’s chin to tilt it up. “God, look at that face. You look a lil nervous, huh?” He smiles gently. ‘S okay, pal. Got nothin’ to worry about. I’ll take care of you.”
Chris doesn’t miss the way Sebastian’s jaw slackens, or the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. Slowly dragging his gaze from Sebastian’s throat up to his face, Chris notices Sebastian’s usually almost translucent eyes have gone dark, pupils dilated so far the black has all but swallowed up his irises. “Oh,” he says softly, gently taunting. “Did I strike a chord? There somethin’ you need, sweetheart?”
Sebastian doesn’t reply, just breathes out shakily, his eyelashes fluttering in time with Chris’s eager heart.
Around them, everything has slowed down; gone quiet. There’s a hushed quality to the previously boisterous poolside hubbub, nothing registering in Chris’s consciousness aside from Sebastian’s shallow breathing and the heat radiating from his smooth, toned torso, noticeable even in the sweltering weather.
“What is it?” Chris’s eyes roam over Sebastian’s face, cataloguing his every blink and breath. In the back of his head, a little voice is shouting at him about danger, and lines that can't be uncrossed, and stop, retreat, abort mission. It’s remarkably easy to ignore. “Tell me what you want. Lemme me help you out."
Sebastian’s back hits the wall – Chris hadn’t even noticed they’d been moving. When Sebastian licks his lips, Chris’s eyes follow the pink tip of his tongue, running along his glistening bottom lip before disappearing inside again.
Suddenly, Chris is hit with a wave of want so strong that, had he been wearing socks, would’ve knocked them clean off.
Fuck, but he wants to kiss Sebastian. He wants to kiss him bad.
Distantly, he thinks that realization should scare him more than it does. He half expects anxiety to kick in any moment now, forcing him to laugh this off as a joke while he still can, but as the seconds tick by, all that happens is that the coil of yearning in the pit of his stomach pulls tighter and tighter, until he's just about ready to jump out of his skin with it. He feels lightheaded, drunk on desire – and that’s all he’s drunk on. He hasn’t had so much as a beer all day, just water and a can or two of coke, so it's not alcohol making him feel the way he does.
This is all natural. This is real. What started off as a joke has very quickly transformed into something else entirely, and Sebastian – sweet, obliging Sebastian who played along like a good sport – likewise doesn’t look like he’s playing anymore.
Trapped under Chris’s gaze as he is, Sebastian’s expression is flayed open, trusting, needing –
“Please,” Sebastian breathes.
There’s no cautious start, no tentative softness: the moment their lips touch, Sebastian moans and opens his mouth, and Chris takes the unspoken invitation with both hands, plunging in and kissing him hard. Bare chest pressed to bare chest, Chris’s hands reach up to cup Sebastian’s face while Sebastian’s settle on Chris’s waist, fingers gripping tightly as if trying to anchor himself.
The sound lures Chris in like a siren call. “Yeah,” he whispers, leaning in. “I got you.”
Chris gets it. He feels a little like he’s lost at sea himself, like he’s halfway to drowning in Sebastian already, and they’ve been kissing for all of five seconds. Fuck.
Sebastian tastes sweet, like the strawberry ice pop he just had, though Chris wouldn't be surprised if it was just his natural sweetness coming through. Whatever it is, Chris takes great pleasure in licking the taste right out of his mouth and off his lips, too. Sebastian seems to like that, judging by the sounds he’s making; a soft groan at the back of his throat, a small sigh, a tiny whimper that stirs the fire burning in Chris’s gut up higher, blazing hotter.
Teeth scrape lightly at Chris’s bottom lip, making him growl and tilt Sebastian’s head back a fraction so he can kiss him deeper, delving his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth and claiming him. Sebastian whimpers again, hands now straying all over Chris’s back and sides, and Chris wants to feel them everywhere.
Without conscious thought, Chris tilts his hips, pressing into Sebastian and groaning when he meets a telling hardness there. Fucking hell, that feels good.
“Chris,” Sebastian gasps wetly against his mouth.
Chris hums, rolling his hips and changing the angle of the kiss.
“Chris,” Sebastian repeats again, the word muffled but urgent. “Chris, please.”
“Yeah. Whatever you need, baby. Come get it.”
“No- Chris, we’re in public.”
Quite suddenly, Chris stills.
Oh. Right.
He pulls back a little, looking down at Sebastian’s flustered face, gaze lingering on his thoroughly ravaged mouth for a second before meeting his eyes again. “Um. Oops?”
Sebastian chokes out a breathless laugh. “Uh huh.” He bites his lip in a way that's entirely too enticing and greatly tests Chris’s restraint. “You, uh. You were saying something about taking me someplace private?”
“Jesus.” Chris blows out a sharp breath, followed by a breathless laugh if his own. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Want me to throw you over my shoulder, too?”
Despite the state he's in, Sebastian snorts and quirks an eyebrow. “I mean, you can try, but you forget I’m up to about two-hundred pounds, now.”
“You are? Jesus Christ, Seb. That’s hot.”
“Oh, god,” Sebastian mutters, ducking his head to hide his blush.
Chris leans in, pressing his lips to Sebastian’s flaming cheeks. “Hey. You know you’re gorgeous when you’re flustered?”
Sebastian swears, letting his head thunk against the wall behind him. “Okay, you gotta stop that right now.”
“Oh, yeah?” Chris smirks. “Or what?”
“Or I’m gonna stop caring we’re in public and drop to my knees right here, right now.”
Well. That certainly wipes the smirk right off Chris’s face.
He swallows hard, nodding like one of those toy dogs on a car dashboard. “Alright, okay. Let’s go.” Reaching down to grab Sebastian’s hand, he squeezes it lightly before starting to lead him away to a chorus of wolf-whistles and catcalls that follows them all the way back to the changing rooms.
“Thank me later,” Scarlett yells after them, sounding horribly smug about it.
When Chris flips her the bird over his shoulder, Sebastian makes an inquiring sound. "Thank her? What does she mean?"
"Who cares?" Chris shrugs, looping his arm around Sebastian's neck and pulling him back in for another kiss. "What I wanna know is, are we actually going to make it all the way back to the hotel, because I kind of just wanna have my way with you right here in the hallway." Sebastian laughs softly, back to being bashful, and Chris groans. "This is impossible."
"So dramatic," Sebastian teases. "Tell you what, if you manage to hold back until we're in a decently private cab, I promise I will..." he leans in, whispering the rest of his words right into Chris's ear.
Chris exhales heavily. "Fuckin’ hell, Seb. Shoulda known you'd be a lil trouble maker."
Sebastian bites his lip again, but this time there's a nervous edge to it. "Sorry," he says sheepishly. "Too much? We don't have to do anything, you know, if you don't feel like-"
Chris stops walking abruptly, turning towards Sebastian and taking his face between his palms. "Sebastian. This is the best afternoon of my life. I want this. Do you want this?"
"Yeah," Sebastian smiles, eyes soft and radiant. "Yeah, I want this."
"Good," Chris nods, and kisses him.
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Was Elrond in a gay marriage? We don’t know, because it’s none of our goddamn business. … No matter what Elrond got up to, it didn’t effect his ability to perform his job like a boss. And that is to provide travelers with great directions.
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https://twitter.com/ppfa/status/1540340538439831552?s=21&t=HdKHx2Rxoj5mEi81gBMKtg
planned parenthood will help you.
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ONCE UPON A TIME
S1E17: Hat Trick
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Evanstan with frat-bro-like and all Boston Chris Evans who's a stunt performer plus shy and quiet actor Sebastian. Actor Sebastain Stan known for being a lost puppy.
They meet because Seb is doing a stunt scene in an action film for the first time, Chris is on the stunt team, doubling Seb's character's rival. And poor baby has never even thrown a punch before, unlike Chris, and he's half in awe of Chris. Cheery and so fucking skilled at this shit. Not at all clumsy. He's in awe of him and half terrified he'll hurt himself.
Chris is bold and brash, rowdy when he gets to doing his job, jumping, flipping, rigging, fighting- all of it. It makes him a big kid on an adrenaline rush. He takes a liking to this kid who's actually only a year younger than him it turns out. Damn. Well, he's built like a greyhound, long and lean and beautiful. Chris cant help but flirt, even though he knows he shouldn't. He should be professional, they've got to work together on this new movie for Months. Lots of action scenes. Lots of action scenes that Sebastian, quiet and clumsy when he's himself although very eager to learn and only a little less quiet as his character- who's written that way, its not that he can't act, he sure fucking can, the kids a chameleon. Which naturally means that Chris has to stay after hours, helping him get used to the moves, improving upon his colt-ish like charming lack of grace until he swims through the movements gorgeously. Gaining confidence.
They have to be around each other so often, Chris doubling for Seb's character's rival, fighting and close and... Chris really shouldn't flirt. Yet, he can't help himself. He flirts and by the end of the day, worked up, sweaty and high on affection, his Boston accent only come out even more than his already sweetened drawl-
"Oop, I got'cha darlin'!" when Seb trips, nearly falling.
"Don't worry 'bout it- lemme," when the kid drops his fake knife, trying a flip mid-fight scene and dropping it. Chris can see he's stressed about not being perfect. He wishes he wasn't.
"Good, baby, yeah! That was so good! Lookit you go!" when he nails it on the day of filming. The smile on the kid's face is worth a thousand more than the knowing glare of their stunt coordinator. (There's definitely also some back slapping/rubbing with an "atta boy!" later. It makes the kid blush. Chris thinks about that blush all week.)
On the last day of filming one of Sebastian's co-stars shoves Sebastian so he lands, hands first, on Chris' massive, rock hard chest. Seb nearly melts on the spot. So embarrassed. Chris just rubs his arms and shoulder, grinning, telling him, "it's okay, I got'cha, baby." And Seb melts more. If possible.
They start dating soon after.
And most of their relationship is Sebastian running after Chris, on the edge of a heart attack while rolling his eyes and tugging at his boyfriend's stupidly muscular biceps asking, "Chris, babe- ugh. Why? Why are you the way that you are? You're gonna hurt yourself! Be careful! You're giving me grey hairs, isweartogod-" "CHRISTOPHER! BE CAREFUL!"
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#fuckity fuck#i kinda forgot about ari's existence there for a sec#thanks for the reminder#ari levinson
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Chris Evans at the Los Angeles premiere of Lightyear, 6/8/2022
#okay but there is so muvh going onf#st he is sexy and then he laughs and then he is cute and i do not yet know how to deal with#i strongly suspect it is gonna be a life long mission to figure that out#chris evans
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"Be honest" 🥴🥴🥴
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premise: writer’s block makes one desperate. writer’s block also makes one do dumb things, like say, I’ve been coming back to this kiss prompt list for ages now, how’s about I actually try my hand at one for once? so here we are! #5. morning kisses, because of course it is
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warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, domestic bliss, fluff, more fluff, lorge soft happy husbands, fluff, uuuh did I mention the fluff
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It’s this: the first shift in Steve’s breath, the slightly deeper inhale that tells Bucky, he’s waking up.
It’s soft: the languorous stretch of Steve’s body as he rolls over, half onto his stomach, heavy-limbed and half-asleep still; the groan of the bedsprings the only sound in the room, besides the heartbeat thrumming contentedly inside Bucky’s chest, pounding away to the rhythm of Steve, Steve’s here, Steve is waking up.
It’s the same picture as yesterday, and if Bucky is very, very lucky, the same one he’ll get to wake up to tomorrow: Steve’s hair sticking up on one side just like this, all soft spikes and impossible angles; the crease from the pillowcase, marking up his cheekbone like a lover’s seal. Bucky will kiss over it later, just to feel its soft ridges under his lips, jealous of the sheet of cotton that gets to cradle Steve’s cheek all night.
And most beautifully predictable of all: the sleepy little hum that rumbles from Steve’s chest when he, infallibly, unerringly, outstretches his arm beneath the blankets, reaching for the body next to him with his eyes still closed.
It teases a smile from Bucky’s lips. Come on, then. I’m right here, sweetheart.
He nearly holds his breath when Steve’s hand finds him, his fingertips five spots of warmth, spreading in ribbons underneath Bucky’s skin. It’s like a shiver. The whole world, condensed in one touch.
It’s intimate. Sensation, trickling over him like fat drops of honey, slow and easy and rich, lighting a spark of anticipation deep in Bucky’s belly as Steve moves, traces the inviting outline of his body. It’s everything – all of it, every crumb of it. The quick kiss of Steve’s knuckles across his hipbone. The lazy spread of Steve’s fingers, curling over the meat of Bucky’s flank. The whole breadth of Steve’s palm against Bucky’s bare stomach, every crease of it, every line, greeting him, embracing him, seeking more of him.
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