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philtstone · 1 year

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at last: chapter 3 (final chapter!)

[screams] here she is. posting before i can re-read and overthink for the billionth time. special shoutout to zainab for reminding me that less is more.

thank u for coming on another little journey with me. your comments and thoughts are so special.

Chapter 1

i found a dream series

Friday. It has been a whale of a week – nothing particularly out of the ordinary, but everything atop each other feeling more than usual all the same. Stuff with the new charter boat, stuff with Dr Jean’s Sarah better take care of herself rules, stuff with Ms. Gloria’s Shereen-directed prom dress opinions, even, so loud they are heard across the property. Absently Sarah has noticed Bucky on the phone a lot, and given the state Sam returns home in, she assumes he is helping with something important, perhaps even helping to make it less dangerous.

Sam is home, has been for all of four hours. Sarah’s routinely cutting AJ’s hair in the kitchen and Bucky is in the yard detangling netting and making Cass do their taxes – they got the laptop out there with them and everything – to get his mind off incoming standardized test results. Sam tells Sarah she and Bucky ought to go out for the night.

“You’re barely out of your jacket and offering to babysit? Sam, I swear to God, sometimes you’re even worse than I am.”

“Great,” says Sam, “so you can prove that point by takin’ time for yourself tonight.”

“Oh, you ass,” she says, around the pick comb in her mouth.

Despite her brother’s tired eyes and the fading bruise on his jaw, Sarah’s bluster is neatly sidestepped: Sam’s changed out of his travel clothes, actually, and even has a nice fancy coffee sitting in front of him, half-drunk, and finally, well, ain’t Cass and AJ whole teenagers now. So he isn’t babysitting, he’s spending quality time with his nephews.

“C’mon, Sarah, when do you get the time to really go out? Indulge in a little romance?”

She misses the significant look shared by uncle and nephew while rooting around for the right pair of clippers. “How me and James keep the romance alive is none of your business, Samuel Thomas.”

“Ew, momma,” says AJ, almost perfunctory, while Sam continues wheedling, even pulls out his trump card:

“I bet Buck’s been dying to go dancing. Tell me he hasn’t been talking about it.”

Well. Here Sarah pauses.

“I hate that y’all are friends,” is what she decides on.

“Friends who talk,” Sam agrees gravely. “Regularly. About you, even.”

“You do not.”

Sam only sips his coffee and looks infuriating about it.

So, when Bucky comes inside – netting successfully detangled, Cass somewhat less successfully soothed – they make plans. Sam is going to hang out with the kids, finally able to put into motion his poorly-kept secret promise of a Fast and Furious movie marathon. And she and Bucky are going to go out, all the way to New Orleans, to check out the new jazz club Sheira’s friend Princey’s been raving about. They have an eight p.m. reservation. Sarah, who’s spent the last few weeks feeling a little bit overwhelmed by life, is excited.

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#my writing #sarah wilson #sam wilson #bucky barnes #aj wilson #cass wilson #alpine the cat #sarah x bucky #sarahbucky #fleur de louve #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #sam x bucky #(platonic etc)#sarah x sam #i found a dream

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stargirl230 · 3 months

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thanks for the light

I was just trying to figure out how procreate works but then the op brainworms got to me and 35 hours later here we are! can you tell I miss home-cooked meals :')

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

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ohposhers · 2 months

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troll who isnt allowed caffeine or she'll reenact the Hammy energy drink scene from over the hedge clay prefers tea anyway

#bruce is back home so hes not in the comic (i couldnt fit him in frame)#i stopped halfway through working on a different troll comic to make this troll comic this keeps happening #of the firm belief trolls have animalistic traits so they hashtag PLAY HARD #im talkin pouncin chasing biting etc etc #let my girls be rowdy at 8 in the morning (branch has babyproofed most of the bunker so they dont knock shit over when they run around)#trolls #trolls band together #clay trolls #john dory trolls #viva trolls #poppy trolls #branch trolls #brozone #im not tagging this as cliva cause imo they are found siblings fuck u but if u see them as lovers i support you barely #im kidding live your dream idc #my art #floyd trolls

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1captainjordan4 · 5 months

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Horsegirl bdubs getting on his horse (real!!)

#bdubs #bdoubleo100 #hermitcraft #secret life #my art #lat #animation #procreate dreams #teehee #this is based on a tweet where someone compared bdubs to barbie getting on her hirse in 3 musketeers #and i found it funny #so this happend #good practice for dreams so lets goo

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maggins · 1 year

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so bc of that post i went back to see if there was anything else of interest in the scene in WaD where raine runs through the castle and

“i gave up my palisman for you”

my longest Yikes ever 🙃🙃🙃

#the owl house #toh #toh wad #watching and dreaming #toh spoilers #toh speculation #i know this isn’t really big news; we knew belos would take scouts’ palismen before entering the coven for a while now #but i still found this interesting and very vERY sad and upsetting #imagine the regret……#maggins' ramblings

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zu-is-here · 4 months

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he tried :(

#zu art #comic #post dark cream #cross!sans #dream!sans #ink!sans #undertale #undertale au #utmv #meme #I found this meme literally tonight—#if I'll be late with the studio update you know why xd

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mikichko · 6 days

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just waking up delirious from a nap but cant get rid of the idea of price being interrogated by your friends.

night after your housewarming party, he steps out of your room bare chested and sweatpants low on his hips and finds your friends waiting for him.

they’ve never seen or heard of this man before. you only introduced him last night as john. the only indication of anything between the two of you was a constant point of contact between you two all night.

the questions start right away. name, age, occupation, how you met, what his intentions are. it’s all very entertaining to him, being on the other side of an incredibly juvenile interrogation attempt.

he takes it in stride though, not faltering for a moment as he starts to make himself a cup of coffee. price. ignores the age question, honestly kids these days lack decency and decorum. government worker. met at a bar. just trying to be a good man.

they don’t miss the way he doesn’t fumble through your kitchen. instead, moving through it with precision, knowing where every single item is.

and then finally, “what are you to them?” asked by the one in the back with curls, broad shoulders, and anger in his eyes that warms price all throughout. he doesn’t know he’s already lost.

he takes a sip of his coffee, mulling over the question and the last few months. shared drinks in the dark corner of an already shady pub. carrying your groceries in after you nearly tripped over yourself walking out of the store. books traded back and forth on park benches adorning a pond. stories repeated over a hot plate of dinner, the warmth softening john just a little more. your nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapped around him, his mouth peppering kisses against your neck and mouthing words he can’t say out loud just yet.

he smiles against the rim of the cup, taking another swig.

“i’m, their caretaker.”

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cacysayshi · 4 months

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once I had a dream that scar posted a video simply titled "motherfuhckjer". I clicked on the video and scar was standing at the edge of the perimeter with grian half out of frame on the left hand side, and there were a few seconds of dead silence. then scar inhaled and yelled "MOTHERFUCKER" eith all his chest and after another moment of silence grian starts laughing his ass off. this was like 4 months ago and I remember this in. vivid detail. anywya

#clearing out some old drafts and i found this baby #still remember that dream actually. huh #goodtimeswithscar #grian

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kicktwine · 4 months

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#fhsy #animation #my art #fantasy high #d20 #dimension 20 #aelwyn abernant #adaine abernant #anyways. siobhan and brennan i was; fully; just like tears running down my face etc. crying weeping ETC. ouch. ouch #procreate dreams #!! found out that grouping is SO helpful. ive been discovering a ton of hidden QOL things which i dont think should be hidden #but theyre doing a patch soon with destructive lasso tool so i forgive them for everything #HAPPY NEW YEAR HERES TO JUNIOR YEAR IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS (POPS CHAMPAGNE)#the background song - I took out brennan’s voice and replaced the bg audio with ‘everywhere and nowhere’ from ffxiv #which is a LOVELY song it makes me feel things

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hrokkall · 5 months

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I'm talking to a machine

#ID in alt #Electric Dreams 1984 #Electric Dreams #I was cleaning out my screenshots folder and found a still from the movie so. Screencap redraw/color study.#I watched this movie years ago I was shocked to learn there's a huge fanbase for it on tumblr #Don't follow for Electric Dreams though this is probably the first/only time I will draw something related to it unless I get a wild hare #I might make this a regular thing actually. Just draw random shit once or twice a month on Fridays. Fun stuff #Anyway hello to the computerkisser community. Sorry for not drawing your guy in 4k like he deserves #Hrokkall art #1k

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philtstone · 1 year

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at last: part two

Summary: It’s lined paper, torn out of a notebook, maybe even one of AJ’s for school. Scrawled over the top in Bucky’s familiar block-letter handwriting it reads:

DR N EXERCISE (WRITE TO HELP WITH WORDS – SORT OF???)

WHAT I WOULD TELL QUEEN RAMONDA & FAMILY ABOUT SARAH

Or, Bucky finally proposes. Well -- he's planning on it, anyway. Good thing Sarah's occupied with other things.

The long and short of it is, Sarah gets migraines now.

That’s what the doctor says. The hard facts are that first off, she has lived a very stress filled life. Second she is nearing fifty; women’s hormones are silly things. Third, well, sometimes bodies and personalities don’t quite get along.

Sarah, says Dr. Jean. She has been their family doctor since Sarah was thirteen. She showed Sarah how condoms worked. She drove AJ to the hospital once when he had stomach flu and Sarah was in New Orleans chasing after a business license, and otherwise barely holding it together. Sarah, honey, you know you been getting headaches for a while now. This ain’t news.

Sarah has spent the last five minutes pursing her lips hard at the child’s finger painting decorating Dr. Jean’s office and crossing and uncrossing her arms. Headaches are fine and well, everyone gets ‘em. This is different. This means she sometimes won’t be able to take care of herself.

“Yes,” Dr. Jean says wryly. “Good thing you got that man of yours around. I imagine you don’t just keep him for his looks.”

Dr. Jean is sixty and allowed to say things like that. Sarah grumbles the whole way home from the doctor’s office anyway.

At home, the house is empty. Her appointment was scheduled for her day off, which doesn’t overlap with Bucky’s; he’s at work, probably bored out of his mind from the paperwork for the new charter boat – it’s two counties over and they will have to drive out to get it – but also having the time of his life teasing the new dock hires with Carlos. They have one of them convinced that super serum has you growing too much hair in weird places, and if you’re not careful it can become a medical condition.

Poor Isaac. Not too sharp, Sarah thinks, but he’s good with his hands and knows how a boat works. Anyway, between Carlos and Bucky the old man seniority cards are unfairly stacked; any moderately respectful kid’s at risk of being gullible.

It isn’t that she begrudges Bucky his silliness – God knows he’s earned it – but just now she is in a bad and self-pitying mood, so the thought of him does not make her smile as it usually would. Cass and AJ are at school and she has the whole house to herself. Her plan was to get some cleaning done. Instead, Sarah pours herself a glass of wine, plants herself at the kitchen table, paints half the toenails on her left foot and has a small, angry cry.

She has given up on the task and is mopping the living room when Sheira calls.

“Well just come on out tonight, then. We can take Mylene with us and have a few drinks.”

“Sheira, forreal, I got work tomorrow.”

“I didn’t say get drunk. Anyway, you know those businesses of yours are thriving. Honey, forreal, you got a secretary now. I called the other day and some guy picked up on your behalf. That means you got it figured.”

Sarah makes a face. “Yeah, Mo’s a’ight.”

“B convinced you to hire one, didn’t he. Good for him, I don’t think another damn soul could’ve managed.”

Sarah’s already feeling some clingy way about her independence, so Sheira’s insightfulness begets a very grown-up pout.

“I was gonna distribute the load!” Sarah protests.

“Sarah, since Big C died, you have distributed the load only once, in a moment of desperation, when your big brother brought that darling white man home. Otherwise, you remain the most stubbornly independent woman I have ever known, may the good Lord and Baby Jesus and half this tiny ass town stand witness.”

Sarah, done mopping, stows the Swiffer and leaves the floor to dry. She collects her nail polish and her wine and stomps upstairs, tidying as she goes. She says, “Babies can’t stand, Sheira.”

“Oh my God –”

Eventually, they do get around to the issue at hand.