there’s something about mediocre-but-oddly-compelling fic thats >300k and usually incomplete, the kind you read when you’ve run out of the good stuff and desperate for longfic, that will just remain engraved in your psyche forever
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Scott sending Cassie with a tiny bagged lunch before her mission with the young avengers because you never know when hunger hits especially with all the shrinking. Baby girl needs to keep her strengths up. 💪🏼
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Today Facebook showed me a memory of my ex and I. It didn’t really hurt to see, and as I looked at it I realized something. While I felt happy and things were ok, I didn’t really look truly happy. My smile didn’t really reach my eyes and I didn’t even recognize the “happy face” I had on.
While things are still not where I want them to be, I’m a lot happier and I’m embracing my true self. No more masking or hiding or pretending to be something I’m not. And it feels really good.
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I really love seeing your interest in snail mail, your art, and aesthetic historical photos! I love sending snail mail too and was curious if you are normally only the sender or if you often get mail back? I love your blog!!
thank you!! I occasionally do! my mom writes to me a lot and my sister/nora write me maybe twice a month. how about yourself?! it’s not common for me to hear about other people sendin snail mail!
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