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vt-scribbles · 7 months

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Hey! I just wanted to like. personally thank you for your tags on that post about being 13-15. I’m 20 and I’m just. I don’t know. It’s really nice to know that there’s no rush to get my shit together. You don’t have to post this if you don’t want, but from one stranger to another, thank you. I hope the future is kind to us both.

You are /more/ than welcome Anon.

I know when I was around 17-20, I wish someone would have told me that. I wish someone would have reassured me

"You're not an '''adult''' by 30. In fact, the idea of 'becoming an adult' is a lie. Everyone is a child, slowly figuring things out.

You'll be 25 and be 10 in maturity in some places, and 45 in others. You'll be 19 and be as mature as a 28 year old. 60 with the maturity of a 12 year old.

Age is a lie, maturity is a slow process, and everyone should always be growing. The idea that you become 'a mature adult' at a 'certain age' is a paradox, and is not helpful to you when you're young and scared and figuring yourself out before you can figure your LIFE out.

Your art will get better. Your friend group will get bigger. You'll laugh more, write more, reach out to your role models and realize they're all just people like you. Figuring things out. Fucking up. Being scared. We're all a little bit scared. But we all figure things out despite the fear.

So long as you take things at a healthy pace, you'll be okay. You'll feel like 'it's the end of the world' so many times, and you'll get through them. And it's worth it to stick around."

There's never a rush to get your shit together. Most people don't have their life together, or figured out. We're all just kids with back pain and bills. But, y'know. We get to watch the movies we want and eat the food we like, so. It's not so bad. <3

#vt text #long post #I'm 30 and still figuring things out every few years.#You're a new person every now and then #and that's okay #you'll never have 'everything' figured out #the beauty comes from being content in the present and just. finding joy where you can #and if you cannot find the joy. make it.#and if you cannot make the joy? Survive until you can.#Survive. And work for a better future for yourself.#Even if that means doing something silly like saving up for a bath bomb or that t-shirt you've always wanted.#anyways sorry this went on really long #I'm just. really passionate about letting people younger than me know that it's okay #you won't just. transform into an 'adult' one day #it's a slow and completely indiscernible process #it's a skill.#and you gotta hone it over time #be a kid #And don't buy into the lies of life 'milestones' and 'checklists' like going to college or getting married #make your own checklist.#figure out what makes you happy. It's hard. but so worth it.#anyways this novel has gone on long enough <3

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harryzhongsexual · 3 days

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Istg this is about to become a Max stan account. He’s just so gorgeous and I fucking love him so much😩🫶🏼

#I actually literally have never not stayed loyal to my OG LI when playing LITG #But Max is just so MMMMMMMMM #Excuse me as I scream into a pillow all red faced bc I’m actually in love with him #Does he HAVE to be so beautiful?!#FB knew what they were doing #LITG Max #LITG #litg s8

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rillils · 1 year

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OK BUT STUCKY LIVING TOGETHER WITH THE AVENGERS AND BUCKY LOVES TO WEAR FLOWER CROWNS AND OTHER NICE AND PRETTY STUFF AND AVENGERS THINKING HOW CUTE BUCKY IS AND BEING "DISGUSTED" (not actually tho) ABOUT HOW DISGUSTINGLY IN LOVE STEVE AND BUCKY ARE AND BUCKY DENYING THAT HES CUTE AND HIM DOING A CUTE POUTY FACE AND THE OTHER AVENGERS THINKING THATS CUTE AS WELL ALL THE WHILE STEVE IS STANDING THERE JUST WATCHING HIM WITH THE ABSOLUTELY BIGGEST FRICKITJN HEART EYES EVER AND AND YEAH

NONNIE, OH NONNIE MY LOVE, GOD BLESS YOU SO SO MUCH, DARLING 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 I don't know if you're the same lovely nonnie from the Thor + jealous Steve ask (if you are, then I thank you not 1000, but 2000 times!! 😘😘😘), but either way I LOVE YOU and thank you for bringing such preciousness to my inbox 💕💕💕 I simply adore this trope, and indeed I think this is one of the million opportunities the mcu wasted - so here, I wrote a silly little thing for you that I hope you will enjoy :3

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The popcorn kernels hit the bottom of the pan with a happy little tinkle, all tin-tiling-a-ling, spilling like summer hail out of the box. Steve barely hears the sound over the sudden burst of laughter coming from the living room, which – and here comes the pleasant surprise – is the baseline soundtrack of all their game nights lately, and he finds himself grinning along with it as he turns the stove on. Who knows, maybe Lucky went hurtling straight into Tony’s house of UNO cards again.

“Aw Barnes, you’re so cute, man,” Clint – of course it’s Clint – slurs through a mouthful of– possibly a pizza pocket. Could be a coupla pigs in a blanket getting shmooshed in there, though.

Bucky’s reply comes through gritted teeth and positively dripping with indignation. “I am not. Cute.”

Oh yes, ooh yes you are, Steve’s brain supplies instantly, and he steals a quick glance (do 37 seconds still qualify as quick?)– a quick glance towards the couch, where Bucky’s currently demonstrating his Eternal Glower of Profound Betrayal. Dark brows pulled tight together, pursed lips just entering the Hardcore Sulking stage, icing sugar caught in his stubble, and the sight alone makes Steve’s heart feel tender and juicy like chicken thighs after six hours in a slow cooker. Could pull him apart with a spoon, he’s so sweet on the guy.

And God but is Bucky cute; cute doesn’t even begin to cover it. In his new fluffy sweater with the kitty prints, the neon-green pj bottoms, and his arms and legs crossed stubbornly in a full-body pout, he’s just about the cutest thing Steve’s lucky, lucky eyes have ever seen.

He’s wearing his second-favorite flower crown, too – a half a wreath of the most delicate fake cherry blossoms that make the steel blue of his irises pop like goddamn fireworks on the fourth of July. The first time little Cassie caught sight of Bucky in that, she dubbed him an Actual Princess, very earnestly adding that he looked, and dare she say it, prettier than Rapunzel, thus producing the loveliest shade of bubblegum pink all over Bucky’s cheeks – a color which Steve has been trying to recreate, with much patience and dedication, with the loving touch of his fingers and the filthiest words he can fit in his mouth, if only to see how far down Bucky’s body he can get it to reach.

In other words, yes – he’s very much on Clint’s side on this one.

“The man’s right, Barton, he’s not cute,” Sam chimes in, his toothgapped grin all but glinting with mischief. “I believe the word you’re looking for is adorable.”

Amen to that, brother, Steve thinks to himself, just barely remembering to cover the pan before the popcorn starts popcornin’ right into his face.

“Fuck off, Wilson,” Bucky replies, helpfully illustrating the anatomy of a middle finger for Sam’s special benefit.

“Excuse me,” Tony pipes up, one UNO Reverse card tucked behind his ear and two more balanced precariously on top of his multi-story card tower, “I would urge all of you people to consider a true evergreen. The all-powerful, the all-encompassing, the one and only: precious.”

A chorus of cooing noises erupts across the room, rippling from body to body all around the coffee table, until Scott’s arm is shooting up, phone a-wiggling in the air.

“Wait wait wait, I’ve got one– JARVIS, if you please?”

There is a beat of silence. Then the AI’s voice echoes through the entire floor, somewhat mortified.

“As per Mr. Lang’s request, I submit for your perusal an animated Graphic Interchange Format, depicting a small child with cartoonish features, who appears to be holding an overlarge stuffed toy in the shape of a unicorn. The script beneath it reads, It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die.”

The GIF in question starts playing on loop on every screen available in the room – including the one that occupies the entire length of a wall – and the little crowd immediately explodes in a symphony of cackles and excited “Yes!”s and “Spot on”s and “Look Barnes, it’s you!”.

“I hate all of you,” Bucky grumbles, seemingly resigned to his fate; but Steve doesn’t miss the amused twinkle in his eye, nor the subtle curl in the corner of his pouty mouth.

Bucky’s gaze finds him, bright and beautiful, and they exchange a long look across the living room’s open space – intimate, somehow, even over the ruckus caused by their merrymaking friends.

And it might be the popcorn beginning to knock into the lid under Steve’s hand, but there’s something here, fizzing in the tips of his fingers, tingling at the base of his neck; something bubbly and sweet filling up his chest, that he just can’t keep a lid on tonight.

When he sees Nat perched on the backrest just behind Bucky, tugging on his half-braided hair and pleasantly threatening, You move your head again and I’ll bite your ears off – and Bucky drawls out a soft little Sorrey for her, but he keeps grinning up at Steve, his eyes like the shimmer of sunlight on clear waters.

When he finds Clint trying to stick fridge magnets to Bucky’s vibranium arm even through his fuzzy sleeve, then dragging Sam into it too like Hey man, check this out, and from there it’s all about how many times they can spell ‘DICK’ on him before Bucky notices and shoves them both off the couch.

Even when Thor interrupts his Mario Kart showdown with Bruce to offer, “Personally, I find it quite a dashing look – although in my experience, fresh flowers improve it tenfold. STEVEN! You must provide your beloved with fresh flowers for his hair every day! It’s tradition!”

And amongst all the snacks laid out before him, the teasing smile on Bucky’s lips is still the only thing Steve wants to taste tonight.

“You hear that, Steven?” Says his beloved.

Steve adores him. Steve would worship the ground his green-socked feet walk on. “Loud and clear, baby.”

Ohh, it’s worth saying it just for the lovely blush it puts on the apples of Bucky’s cheeks, rosey pink and delicious; and maybe, yeah, maybe even for the outburst of catcalls and Get-a-room’s it gets him, the second the word is out of his mouth.

“Aww, he said baby~”

“That’s so cute, you guys–”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

“No, shut up– if you two lovebirds start making out in front of me again, I will throw up in the guacamole bowl and it won’t be pretty.”

“Nah, don’t you listen to this old sourball here, this is a PDA-friendly zone! If you guys feel like a bit of canoodling, some squeezin’ and a-lovin’–”

“Yo Rogers, that popcorn about ready or you still growin’ it?”

And. And Steve loves it. This– this, right here. It’s pure unadulterated chaos sometimes – all right, most of the time – but he can hardly picture his life without a healthy dose of this anymore.

Four years ago, he was a shell of a man; raw pulp under a too-thin rind, the chill of ice still creeping in his veins, with barely the will to see another day.

Two years ago, he found something he’d thought he’d lost forever to the sharp embrace of a frost-coated ravine. Hope. And what a powerful fuel that proved to be.

Ten months ago, when Bucky first sought his kisses again, and slipped into his arms as easy as if he’d never ever left them at all, Steve rediscovered the meaning of bliss. He had everything he needed. Everything he’d dreamed of, night after day after night. What more could he have wished for?

Today, an unexpected answer presents itself to him.

“Hey, pass the chips, will you?”

“You think we’ve got any caramel sauce?”

“If you unleash one more of those green shells upon me, then so help me Odin–”

This. He wants this, with no name to put to it, except for the way it makes him feel inside. This thing that fills a room, warm and lovely, like hot chocolate poured in a cup, and feels so much like an embrace. Like coming in from the cold.

He never would have dared to wish for it. Hell, he didn’t even think he could afford to ask for it, but now that it’s here, he finds he’s hungry for it; and it doesn’t feel like greed at all. It just feels– good.

He’s only vaguely aware of Sam walking up to him, handing him an empty bowl to pour the fresh popcorn in. His brown eyes are gentle, knowing – but then, Sam always seems to know something Steve doesn’t.

“Happy’s a good look on you, man,” Sam says, and this smile, ah, this Steve couldn’t hold back if he tried with all his might.

He looks over to the couch, where Bucky’s holding his belly as he laughs, head thrown back and flower crown drooping perilously over his eyes. Steve is smiling so hard, it hurts.

“Thanks, man.”

#anon #stucky #rillers scribbles #post catws #in a universe where cacw never happened #tonight i'm living in 2012 and it's beautiful ayyyyy #also i didn't reread this so sgdfjdfhgdflkhgsdjkfhj #nonnie!!!! nonnie i really do hope this is okay #don't know if this is something like what you were looking for but i put all of my lil heart into it <3 #i had fun scribbling it too so yoooooo that's a victory for once!!#AND i even discovered the smaller font #at LAST #thank god ;____;#now it's time to wallow in second-hand embarrassment #*lies on the floor*

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shitysimp · 3 months

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The beakers paid Brandi to test the prototype of the cloning machine

#if we consider the non clean template of course #and also this is a headcanon i'm not setting it as a general truth #it is a headcanon for my version of UberHood that I had in my head for soooo fucking long but never really put things in place #i mean at least I started and of course i did with pleasentview #and i'm trying my best to connect it with strangetown with some lire but rn i'm bugging #like in my version I already settled that it's mortimer who is abducted and bella who is searching for him through her secret agent carrer #and that Micheal is still alive but mmmm should i spoil?#yes i should 'he didn't get engaged with dina and is having a fling with nina #aaaannnddd yeah already forgot what i had planned i should officialy write them #ALL THIS TO SAY I will be a bit absent these days bc school and stress and yadiyadiyada but i also want to do the things i like and take li #take life slow and learn how to manage time bc one of my resolutions was to post more this year and now it's like the end of January 💀💀💀#anyways bye kisses to all of you beautiful peoples

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lamiaviridis · 4 months

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💚 ⸺ @unheald 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆ 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻 .

❛ i was in over my head . ❜ - from loki

Arms wrapped around him, curvaceous frame pressed against him, and soft lips peppering kisses across the God of Mischief's features as she ran a hand through raven curls with a loving touch. It was a greeting, one reserved solely for him after a night of amorous entanglement. Like a teenager in love, Amora was all honeyed chortles and barely contained smiles, an embarrassing giggling mess whose cheeks soon began mimicking the lively pigments of Asgardian berries. Then, Loki's words finally reached her.

An uneasy sense of dread settled at the pit of her stomach; hearing the implications of Loki regretting the night they shared, regretting her, sent an unpleasant wave of shivers down the expanse of slender spine. Who was she, then, if not a beauteous entity destined to be desired since the dawn of her age ? What was she, then, if not a goddess meant to be lusted after, wanted by all, never to be alone again ? She fought to posses Thor's love, but ultimately failed because his heart always belonged to another. With Loki, she loved him and he loved her. Thus, why was this so difficult to achieve ? The Enchantress' facade was beginning to fade away, and Amora of Asgard, the little girl afraid of being abandoned, began to surge forth.

❛ You... You mean you don't want me after all? That was all but a mere jest, a trick to appease your amusement ? ! ❜ Anger fueled her insides for a sliver of a second before fear overpowered her and she frantically blurted out. ❛ Please reconsider ! Think of all the dark passions that only I can unleash within you ! Th-the secret lusts that only I can satisfy ! I-I can give you anything you want ! ❜ She begged, but she knew that wasn't what Loki wanted. She knew that wasn't how Loki saw her, how much it pained him for her to see herself that way. But, she couldn't help it; this was all she knew.

#. ˚ ◞ ♡ IN CHARACTER ／ A love which is as unconditional as it is all-consuming.#. ˚ ◞ ♡ INBOX : ANSWERED ／ Never rely on beauty. It lies.#unheald #;; oof here we go i'm ready for the angst #;; poor amora she was so cute and cuddly and now she's reverting to that little girl who had no value unless she was being sexualized :(#;; amora begs for no one but loki that's how you know she loves him

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