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The Proposal - by The_Nerd_Alert

Hey there, I was wondering if you have the link for the fic called: “Finish what you started “ I dont remember the author’s name 🥲😅

Its about the love/hate relationship between Boss Steve Rogers and assistant Bucky Barnes, what I do remember is that in the first chapter, they have a heated argument in the media/meeting’s room, and they end up doing on the table 💥🔥🥵 and from then on, every single time they argue, they have amazing, hot, possessive sex no matter where 😱😅

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Bottom Bucky, top Steve, post serum Steve, enemies to lovers

Rings any bell? Thanks!

Anyone know this one?

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mindwithamicrophone · 3 years

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BUCKY BARNES: A JOURNEY

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mindwithamicrophone · 3 years

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Here’s a playlist for you… songs that make me cry in my prom dress by Aashna

#poetry #poets on tumblr #love #mindwithamicrophone #music #words #discover #pop #louis tomlinson #celebrities #niallhoran #harrystyles #liampayne #zaynmalik #finneas #sad songs #Spotify

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mindwithamicrophone · 3 years

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POWERFUL

Sam Wilson rightfully calling out White people (including Bucky because he’s not immune to ignorance and racism)

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mindwithamicrophone · 4 years

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my mind is blown away

an open letter to my body:

dear eyes, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for thinking that the deep brown curious hue of your essence was every anything less than magical. i’m sorry that my entire life your every cell has worked to let me see the beauty in the world, and all I’ve ever done is put you down. and they say that you never know how beautiful brown eyes are until you’ve loved someone who has them, but I should’ve loved myself first. and for that I am sorry.

dear hair, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for every time I resented the way you refuse to stay put, for believing that the best way to love you was to tame you. i’m sorry for every time I drew hatred from your tangled tendencies, for every time I wanted to chop you down with an axe simply so that you were out of the way. you are the part of me that dances in the wind, the part of me that grows fiercely and unapologetically. and they say that if you love something you should leave it wild. i’m sorry for not leaving you wild.

dear breasts, i’m sorry. i’m sorry because you and I have fought a long, hard battle to get to where we are today. i’m sorry for all the times I wished you were bigger, smaller, less saggy, more perky, more even, less loud. you are the very essence of my womanhood, something that is fierce and tender and strong and brave and everything I take pride in. i’m so sorry I ever treated you like anything less.

dear shoulders, i’m sorry. i’m sorry that I hid you behind long sleeves and shame for all these years. i’m sorry that something as small and insignificant as acne could make me forget your worth. i’m sorry for every time i stood with you hunched over instead of standing tall with pride, because the scars that you carry are constellations, and you are as big and ethereal as the sky.

dear thighs, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for believing that you carried too much weight, that you were ever too large to be beautiful or sexy or wanted. you are a mountain landscape, protecting the valley inside with all your might and standing strong in the face of hurricanes. you are so much more than I ever gave you credit for, and I should have wanted you all along.

dear feet, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for thinking you are anything less than resilient. you have carried me to every point in my life, every up and down. you have picked me up from every failure and the depths of hell itself. you have never given up, even when I thought that I might. you have stepped on glass and walked through fire to get me to where I am today, and I am forever grateful.

dear tummy, I am so, so sorry. i am sorry and ashamed for all the nights I cried myself to sleep because I thought you were not good enough, I am sorry for every time I compared you, beat you down, sucked you in, tried to hide you. I am sorry for every single time I even considered starving you. you are where I felt the butterflies of my first love. you expand when my voice needs to be heard. you are the powerhouse that keeps me going, and I have treated you so, so, cruelly. i’m sorry.

dear voice, i am sorry. i am sorry for all the times I let myself buy into the preconceived notion that you are not worth listening to. i am sorry for every time i silenced you instead of letting you speak. i am sorry for not singing more, speaking louder, yelling, screaming. I am sorry that I ever thought I needed to hide you under my curtain of my fear of not being accepted. you are powerful, and brave, and worth listening to. you do not deserve to be caged, and I am sorry.

dear body, i am sorry. your every cell, every second of every minute of every day goes into keeping me alive. you have loved me so well and so deeply, and I have been so blind to your worth.

I will never be able to repay you,

but I will start by choosing to love you.

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mindwithamicrophone · 4 years

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WE STAN ALL WOMEN.

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Typewriter Series #2712 by Tyler Knott Gregson

You don’t gotta believe in soulmates, you can call it cliche and filled with some saccharin sweetness, I’ll let it pass if you’ll do me a favor and explain something, simple as you like:

Why, out of the billions and millions of people wandering through their lives, do all my thoughts flow like some river to some sea directly back to you?

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

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mindwithamicrophone · 4 years

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First

I took with me all I could,

A quiet moment in bed, blank eyes staring at the ceiling,

A blurring evening, all teeth and lips and fine velvets heaps on the floor.

Your fingers running through my hair, lazy whispers between us.

Take away all things crisp, bland and bleached.

Frantic by the end, I grasped your hand tight.

I carry your actions in my heart. So subtle. Almost weightless.

By day we fight to keep it going

there is no denying the words.

Slowly, carefully, I let go. Unfurl each corner of your cover deftly. Delicately.

Inch by inch we slipped away; your lying and my pseudo-optimism pulled us to different corners.

We were on the opposite ends of the ring now,

Coming together with every punch and kissing it better as we bruise our pathetic egos.

You good babe?

Yes I am. Atleast until we find another reason to be at each other's throats.

Or until you find another person to chat up.

Or I find a better excuse to make myself feel better.

Here would be a good place to end.

Erase you from my memory, not even a word you said will ring in my ears again.

It wasn't your fault. His loss. You deserve better.

I know. I know. I fucking know okay.

And I don't blame myself for what happened.

Just that I wish you wrote our end in the most painless way possible.

- Aashna Pandya

#poetry #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled words #spilled thoughts #wordsofwisdom #slam poetry #poems on tumblr #Poems #poem #hate

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mindwithamicrophone · 4 years

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Pre exam motivation

live forever mv lockscreens #LP1

• 𝒇𝒂𝒗 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆

𝒄: @𝐥𝐣𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

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mindwithamicrophone · 5 years

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Paper Planes

I made a thousand paper planes for every letter I sent you,

I hung them in your room and watched them sway.

The words are jumbled and so are the planes.

They form a cloud looming over my head but it’s ok.

I will take the time to read them to you.

I will hold your hand as you turn away with glassy eyes.

You tell me to use fancy paper and I will find you one with the purest shine.

I will make sure you have the most perfect ride to heaven my love.

I will throw a thousand paper planes in the sky so you don’t feel my absence when you fly.

-MindWithAMicrophone | Aashna Pandya

#poetry #writers #love #pain #faith #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #spilled poetry #writing #poems on tumblr #poetic #my poem #wordsofwisdom #writterscreed #writters on tumblr #death

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mindwithamicrophone · 5 years

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Erchomai

All our gods have abandoned us.

The grounds lay barren.

Blood mars every inch.

You will never hear the heavens cry.

The heat is rising from beneath us.

Do you feel helpless yet?

#poems #poetry #death #darkness #shadowhunters #lilith #writters on tumblr #writterscreed #wrtiting #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry

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mindwithamicrophone · 5 years

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Louis Tomlinson - Two of Us (Richard's Bucket List Official Video)

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mindwithamicrophone · 5 years

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Dear Louis Tomlinson,

I do not want an album.

I do not want new music.

I do not want a tour.

It does not matter even if I can't meet you.

The only thing that I care about now is your happiness and well-being. I want you to be better. I want you to be strong and face this. Louis Tomlinson if you decide to take a break, I will respect that, you deserve it so much right now. You've been going through many tough times. Don't worry about us we will be fine.

We will wait for your comeback.

We will wait for new music.

We will wait for the tour.

We will wait for many years until it's your time that you decide to come back.

I don't care if I have to wait many years for your music, go on tour, or meet you. All I care right now is You and your family to be safe and healthy. #StayStrongLouis #StayStrongTomlinsonFamily

#louis tomlinson #two of us #RIP

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