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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years
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Congratulations to 300 Followers🎉🎉🎉
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I think that's perfect for Sam and Bucky 🖤
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Thank you so much for the fantastic prompt, @fenriswolflokidottri! I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰
Prompt 7: “Do you trust me?”
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Sam was close. So close. So infinitesimally close.
Bucky couldn't stop staring at Sam's eyes.
They were a warm sunset in the eclipse of Bucky's heart. They were Sardonyx, Andalusite, Smokey Quartz, Feldspar, Agate sparkling in the dazzling light of a mood-lit gemstone exhibit. They were Table For Two irises, Duet dahlias, Odessa calla lilies, True Love helleborus rustling in the wind.
Sam was a vision. He was awe. He was sublimity. He was kindness and joy and a ball of stress all wrapped up in a body built through hard work and dedication.
Sam was an uncle in a bathing suit who asked Bucky for some reason to come with him, Sarah, and the boys to the brown waters of a Gulf beach.
Sam was a very shirtless man sitting on a towel next to Bucky's completely buried body who was staring at Bucky as if he wanted something from Bucky. Attention? Love? One of those Captain America popsicles?
Bucky would bust out of his sand prison like the Hulk and sprint to that ice cream truck driving off if Sam asked him.
"Do you trust me?" whispered Sam, pseudo-serious.
Bucky laughed a little too loudly.
"Always," said Bucky a little too sincere.
"You got a..." Sam whispered, low and rumbling and hotter than a summer in Delacroix.
Sam's finger moved towards Bucky, the tip grazing Bucky's face, brushing Bucky's skin in a way that made Bucky want more. Sam moved his finger into Bucky's line of sight.
"Eyelash," murmured Sam, like bourbon mixing with honey, a low purr that made Bucky's brain short-circuit, "Blow it and make a wish."
Bucky immediately blew it, unable to break eye contact with Sam.
Bucky could wish for a lot of things. He could wish for the Russians to have never found him. He could wish for the snap to have never happened. He could wish that he wasn't the type of fella who needed a pardon.
He wished for Sam's happiness.
Because. If wishes were real, and if he could wish for anything, that felt like a good wish.
Sam smiled at him, the gap in his teeth hypnotic.
"You ever wonder what magic is real?" asked Sam as he lay next to Bucky, his face still so very close, "Now that we know magic is real?"
"I try not to think about it too hard," said Bucky.
Bucky's mouth felt too wet yet too dry at the same time. How was that even possible?
"Thanks for coming, James," said Sam, sounding uncharacteristically shy, "I know I keep inviting you to these family things. I hope it's not too weird for you."
"No, never. I love your family! I love - !" Bucky started, then faltered.
Because.
Because.
Sam's eyes widened.
"Sorry - " Bucky started again, meaning to explain and apologize, but he was stopped by a kiss.
A chaste, quick peck.
"You too," said Sam, sounding like he was rambling, despite him only saying a few words, "I'm - you know - with you."
Bucky couldn't help but smile at Sam, melt at his words.
"Me too," said Bucky softly, "I love you too."
Sam laughed.
"I think you sort of said that already," said Sam before going in for another kiss.
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mrcspectr · 2 years
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okay so those last couple mk meta posts about marc and jake's relationship made me SOB but they also really reminded me of this amazing fic that i need everyone to read: 'so this could be the death of me (or maybe just a better me)' by darkerintheday on ao3 is absolute PERFECTION. chapter four is the one that focuses on marc and jake, but the whole fic is just so *chef's kiss* i can't recommend it enough!! ^^
I'M TELLING YA'LL, Anon is so right, I read this one as it was first posted and it easily made it's way to my top five. And if that isn't enough of a glowing recommendation, let me share one of my favorite bits:
“It’s your day job,” Marc complains, not addressing the water thing. “Get to it, Steven. I have a date tonight, I need my beauty sleep.”
“That doesn’t make sense. It’s our face.”
“Your face doesn’t make sense,” Marc says lamely.
“It’s our…” Steven trails off, grumbling. “I see how it is. I’m the one with a job, and I’m also the one who has to wake up at eight in the morning.”
“Well, yeah. Those two go hand-in-hand.” Marc yawns. “Besides, you know how shitty my accent is? Believe me, it’s ass. I covered for you a few times, you’re welcome by the way, and Donald—”
“Donna.”
“—kept asking me if I had a cold.” Marc puts on his British accent, just to really drive the message home, and if he exaggerates how bad it is a little, no one really has to know. “Dunno wot she’s on about, innit right, mate?”
Steven winces. “I’ll take over for my shift if it means you won’t do that again.”
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spyglassrealms · 1 year
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had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing
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marxstradamus · 22 days
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Kirk was a real one for this
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egophiliac · 2 months
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IT WAS ERIC AFTER ALL!!!! I'm so glad we got to meet him (before Vil snaps him away with those Infinity Gauntlets) (can't wait to see what happens when we get the matching Infinity Tiara to go with them, there will be no survivors)
(sorry to be so slow/rough lately, just got a lot of stuff on the ol' brain at the moment! alas, if only I could spend all my time drawing incredibly stupid characters I mean I do but)
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inkskinned · 8 months
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hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.
if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.
additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.
i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."
"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.
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frosted-co0kies · 2 months
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I was rewatching But I’m a Cheerleader . Love the set design of that movie so much. Also rupaul in a straight is great t shirt
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striving-artist · 10 months
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Tumblr skews young, so let me just share this.
The worst thing you can do in a job is not be bad at something. It's to say you are great at something while being bad at something. If you need to improve and you're upfront that you're not the best, people will probably help or teach or explain. They will sympathize when you get put on a task you're not qualified for.
If you claim to be awesome at something when you demonstrably suck at it, all of that good will and sympathy is gone and it will not come back.
Confident is good. Stand up for yourself, know your skills.
But the other side of this is to Know your Faults.
This message brought to you by the 23yo who bragged about how he was great at X and had the best program for it, and I spent the weekend doing his job for him because he is so so bad at it, and only about 5% of what he did is salvageable.
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andisupreme · 4 months
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I moved recently to start a new job and part of my commute now involves one of those high capacity toll booths where a two lane road suddenly flares out into 5-7 lanes of total anarchy with no lines anywhere, and then narrows back down to two lanes again, and we're just supposed to sort ourselves out? Who designed this
anyway I dreamed up this helpful anatomical guide on the drive home
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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The Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) is planning on changing their regulations for telehealth prescriptions of controlled substances. However, they have opened comments up for people to voice their opinions. You can submit a formal anonymous comment HERE. The comment period ends on March 31st, 2023.
This is an important issue for those who are prescribed controlled substances (e.g., testosterone or ADHD medication) through telehealth, which means it can and will impact trans people on testosterone and a ton of others if this goes through.
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punkstylerecovery · 1 year
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“It could’ve been worse.” It could’ve been BETTER. It could’e been EASIER. It could’ve been lovely. It could’ve been beautiful, it could’ve been fun. It could have been simple, it could’ve made you HAPPY. 
You can drown in two feet of water just as simply as you can in an ocean. Stop downplaying what happened and neglecting your feelings. Kill that idea with fire. Or at least acknowledge that what happened was bad without immediately trying to justify or dismiss it.
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twinstxrs · 2 months
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so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.
#fantasy high#dimension 20#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#fantasy high junior year#fig faeth#ruben hopclap#lucy frostblade#the rat grinders#adaine abernant#kipperlilly copperkettle#watching fig terrorize him like girl!!! we don’t even know if he’s guilty!!!!#this might just be for me but i do not think 5 teenagers willingly brutally killed their friend idk#like there just has to be some other element to it and i am very scared to find out what that was#what if they were put in a position where they felt there was/there was no other choice… like oh my god#my comedy brain is having fun but my ‘this is a teenager’ brain is in such deep distress all the time this season#the rat grinders i trust brennan to not make u cartoonishly evil so i am holding u as gently as i can in my confused shaky hands#also with the devil’s nectar i’ve been wondering why they all seem so well-adjusted & now i’m curious if they’ve been intentionally-#changing their memories in a way so that either the trauma is lesser or they think they aren’t guilty. idk#but it seems like from how gertie was talking she was making it more recently so the well adjustedness from early jy doesn’t quite add up#they could have another source maybe??? idk i’m just low stakes 4 a.m. spitballing here#there’s also the strong possibility that they’re aware of what happened but they weren’t the ones who killed lucy. idk who knows#the way you could probably devil’s nectar yourself into believing it wasn’t your fault someone died… CRAZY IMPLICATIONS!!! CRAZY IDEA!!!#anyways the bad kids & the rat grinders don’t ever have to like each other but i do wonder if at least some of those kids deserve a chance
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c00kieguy · 1 month
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As much as I want to 'fix' Aventurine so he won't have to suffer, I'd be doing his character zero justice.
Aventurine is someone strong, he's capable of pulling himself up all on his own, even from the worst lows imaginable. He's not an uwu baby boy who needs you to save him and do everything for him.
Aventurine just needs someone to stay by him, be there as his support, his shoulder to lean on, a guarantee in a sea of chances he can fall back on, someone he can really trust. The rest of it? He's got it all under control.
Aventurine doesn't need you to fix him, he needs you to be there for him as he fixes himself.
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egophiliac · 8 months
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another one that I'm not super happy with, but continuing to mess with it isn't going to help! so here he is! 🦇 there was a lot I was trying to get across in this one, so uhhhhh hopefully it reads.
we're almost out of unique magics now...just Ace (and maybe Grim?) left!
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inkskinned · 2 years
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kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.
i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."
goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'
"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.
behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."
"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."
"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."
later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."
she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.
the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?
i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.
but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.
each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".
but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.
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wisteriagoesvroom · 2 months
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the twink twins strike again
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