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itstheheebiejeebies · 20 days
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Thinking about how Bucky had every reason to believe that Buck had died on him two separate times
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micamicster · 19 days
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Trouble Man
this is. okay. this is. marvel fic. (throw your tomatoes now okay get it over with i understand i'll wait) but since we are in 2013 mentally. I thought i might as well? Bucky scene to follow!
[This is "canon compliant" if you imagine that the author has not seen any marvel movies post black panther (the first) and has seen maybe four episodes (not consecutive) of the sam bucky tv show. because she hasn't. enjoy!]
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Sam lowers himself stiffly onto the steps of the porch, then keeps going, tipping his head back until it hits the top step. The stretch brings a good ache with it, a familiar one, that briefly overshadows the crueler hurts still lingering under the suit. He sighs.
He can feel Bucky more than see him, standing just outside of the ring of light cast by the porch lamp. He’s doing that thing that other people call looming, but Sam has come to see as more of an anxious hovering. Something Bucky does when he’s got something to say and isn’t sure how to say it, or thinks he should be doing something but he’s not quite sure what it is. It shows up a lot when Sam is fucked over and dead on his feet, so he associates it with the worst of Bucky’s mother-hen impulses. What a life he leads.
“Steve—“ starts Bucky, and thankfully stops there. Even the name hurts to hear. He doesn’t want to talk about Steve right now.
For a minute there’s just the darkness, the faint breeze stirring the wind chimes and the leaves, the distant rumble of a semi on the main road… all familiar and comforting and in their places. And then there’s Bucky.
“I make it harder,” says Bucky. “For you.”
Sam swallows. He’s grateful for the arm he threw over his face, for the way it obscures his facial expression. Bucky’s always looking. He looks too hard, like he’s trying to crack Sam open and see all the pieces. Figure him out.
“It was always going to be harder for me. It’s not because of you, man. This was always going to be…” he’s so tired. “Hard.”
“But I don’t make it easier.”
“Yeah, you’re a real pill, I won’t lie to you.”
Bucky snorts faintly, but he doesn’t loosen up and sit down next to Sam, toss the insult back, cut the hovering. There are faint clicks and shuffling as his arm recalibrates, the closest thing he has to a nervous tic. What has Sam’s life become, that the faint whirr of an assassin shifting his metal arm is familiar enough that he can pick it out of the sounds of home with his eyes closed?
He lets himself consider, for a moment, what it would be like if Steve was here. By his side again but with their places swapped, Captain America’s right hand man. Steve, with his wry sense of humor and his aw-shucks grin and his noble, idealistic heart. His roman nose that Bucky had broken with a fastball in 1937. His blond hair and his blue eyes and his experimental ubermensch shoulders and…
He tries to shrug, but it’s more of a wince. Everything is one big fucking bruise. “If it wasn’t you, it’d be something else. There’s always something else.”
Bucky is silent.
As the silence draws out Sam feels a flicker of fear. By the next breath it’s panic—that Bucky’s slipped away already, vanished into the dark like the ghost he is. That he walks away from all of this and leaves Sam twisting in the wind.
He sits up too fast, muscles screaming in protest, and Bucky’s right there where he always is. Looking at him.
“Don’t,” Sam starts. Don’t what? Don’t leave him alone?
He has dreams, sometimes, where he’s still chasing Bucky. Where he never stopped. Searching for him through cities and train stations and his own old high school gymnasium with the strange driving logic of dreams, knowing only that he’s lost something. Dreams where he’s running through a crowd, grabbing people to look in their faces—it’s never the right face.
He doesn’t want to do this shit alone. He’s a social motherfucker, he’s not cut out for the lone hero shtick.
He tries saying that, and Bucky only frowns harder. At least it’s his “I don’t understand the way you speak,” frown, which is a personal favorite.
 “You have people. You have… options.” Options who aren’t infamous soviet assassins with weekly thinkpieces published on the topic of his guilt or innocence or sanity, Sam assumes he means.
“Options? Name three.” So maybe he’s being stubborn about stupid crap, but he’s fucking tired, okay? It’s been a long day, full of gooey aliens and collapsing buildings and combative press conferences, and now he has to deal with… whatever this has turned into.
“Torres. Natalia. Sh—“
“I thought you were my partner. I thought you were my… guy.” He glares at what he can see of Bucky. His frowning face is still half-hidden in shadow, because he’s an idiot who operates on vampire rules. An invitation, then, Sam can do that. “That means you’re here until I tell you to get lost, okay? Let’s make it real fucking easy. When I say you’re here, you’re here.”
“I’m here,” Bucky parrots. There’s something soft in his eyes as he moves to give Sam a hand up. Maybe it’s just the flickering yellow porch light, maybe not.
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gay-jewish-bucky · 7 months
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please stop using delusional when you mean "willfully ignorant"
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fizzy-dizzie · 4 months
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Hey people write Steve in character challenge GO
(warning long ass post ahead, character analysis turned Civil War analysis BC I'll never shut up about that movie)
Right off the bat, Steve isn't and has never been a rule follower. Steve has an extremely strong moral compass, he has the strongest feeling of right and wrong and he is going to go after the right thing even if he's told not too. This is so prevalent in ANY captain America movie.
Why he behaves so seriously would also come from how he grew up. He wasn't taken seriously ever due to his size and his health, if he wasn't loud and clear on what he thought, no one would be paying attention. But to be honest, I think the movies kinda do him wrong when showing he isn't serious outside of battle, he's always coping with some kind of fight or dilemma or stressful situation to be fixed, especially with the role of leader on his shoulders it's his job to take it seriously. On the rare occasions we do see him relaxed we can see he's just a calm and polite guy who's just maybe a little quiet in big groups. (Which would also be a product of his pre-serum days. In big groups no one's paying attention to the little guy)
I think a reason he's misconstrued as an asshole (aside from needing to be used as a plot point in a fic) is because of how he reacts in a battle. He's stern and being the leader of the group, is telling people what to do in the heat of battle. He takes problems seriously and looks at them from a very logical stand point, (again, which is his role as the leader) which is such a VAST fucking contrast from Tony who still thinks of problems from a logical stand point too but tries to find humor in every situation, even the world ending issues.
So it makes sense if you much prefer Tony's type of character, that you aren't going to like the way Steve handles problems, which is the opposite method of Tony's emotionally.
I think the first movie really enforced that divide between Tony and Steve fans with how opposing they were. And even with Age Of Ultron to clear the air, Civil War threw out all of the relationship we were supposed to believe they had.
If I'm being honest, on Marvel's behalf, I don't think they did a very good job in enforcing that Steve and Tony were good friends before Civil War. But it will always and forever be crazy to me that Tony would ever consider himself as close of a friend with Steve as Bucky is.
"I was your friend too"
He says like he was there when no one would listen to Steve, like he was there when no one took Steve seriously. Like he was there when Steve was sick all the time. Like he was there when Steve's mother died and he had no one. Like he was there for Steve when he got into fights he couldn't handle. Bucky was there since day one.
It links back to steve wishing to have someone who 'understood his experience' the ENTIRE catws movie being about how important Bucky is to Steve and Steve being willing to let Bucky KILL him to prove how much he cared. TONY AND STEVE NEVER HAD THAT CONNECTION.
And I know that's the point. I know that's the point of the movies, Bucky being the thing Steve is willing to leave the avengers for, the avengers who have been his new family in his time where he knows no one in a new world. But when I see people saying Steve betrayed Tony I just don't understand. Bucky means SO much more to Steve. And technically yes, the Avengers were all certainly helpful when he needed it, they were definitely important to him too, but they just don't compare to Bucky.
And quick side note, don't get me wrong, if someone killed my parents I'd want them dead too. It's not like I blame Tony's immediate reaction to the information but to look me in the eyes and say Tony had the right to, is ridiculous. Bucky was tortured and brainwashed and forced to kill and do what he did. That is an innocent man.
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petvengers · 2 years
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so yeah, I'm kinda excited for thunderbolts :D
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alea-says · 2 days
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Finally watching Hawaii Five-O and... I guess I'll be here for a while....
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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year
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this is a very serious question. do you think that because Steve and Bucky are super soldier, they might be into fisting because it doesn't really feel like *a lot* to them? 👀
This isn't a particularly sexy answer, but I think there's two parts to this question logistically: I think (a) you have to consider the super soldier healing factor keeping them both tight, so it might be hard to get them loose enough, realisically. However, (b) you also have to consider that they have super libidos, too, so if a horny super soldier wants a fist up their ass, they're gonna fucking get it. It doesn't matter how long it takes or how much lube it takes.
I can see Steve especially being really, really stubborn with this. He really wants a whole (metal 🥴) hand. He wants to feel it. But he's always so tight, so they spend forever opening him up. Steve cums several times in the process of being opened up, then he cums when Bucky finally gets his whole hand inside him because His Hand Is Inside Me. He's So Full. His mind is melting outta his brain by that point, drooling and whimpering.
On the other hand (ha), I can see Bucky having a little easier time opening up because something tells me the Hand Thirst has been real ever since pre-war times with Steve having artist hands and all that 👀. So, he's had those hands inside him pre-war, and he knows how to relax. Then, once Steve rescues Bucky... he wants to try everything all over again. Including trying to fit one of those newly enlarged hands up his ass. Especially if Even if it tears him apart.
In conclusion: Bucky has more practice, but Steve has endless horniness and is as stubborn as a mule, though. So, they're pretty evenly matched 😏
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philtstone · 1 year
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Prompt list action!
I never saw you coming
stay in bed the whole weekend
dust off your highest hopes
stay in bed the whole weekend & dust off your highest hopes
thank you for the prompts :') this is a bit rough but i battled through writers block to get it out there. maybe i will refine it later, maybe i will leave it as is. all depends on if i can bear to read it tomorrow morning lol
shoutout to @firstelevens for telling me to google fancy luxury hotels and subsequently derailing the writing process <3
part of this verse, taking place soon after "at last"
you can also read this on ao3
“Yes, I know you’re the privileged child,” Sarah says, holding her by the chin. “Look at you, halfway across the world in a luxury suite. Gifts from a whole-ass queen on your pillow. Royal hair oil from the motherland. You better be havin’ a damn good time, babygirl.”
As far as the prolonged debate goes, Bucky has finally conceded that his cat has therapeutic purposes. Not for himself, necessarily, but Dr. Jean’s clinic and the NOLA children’s hospital consider her an honoured guest. Bucky goes and sits with her and shows the kids how to pet her gentle. She’s a gentle soul – that’s how he explains it. So she needs a gentle touch, to be able to give her own comfort in return.
With this in mind Sarah continues her unimpressed lecture. It has become somewhat more of a one-sided conversation: Alpine has found a near invisible spec of lint on the hem of Sarah’s shorts and is dedicating all of her focus to batting at the buttery satin with little uncoordinated paws.
“Is that right? You like the peace and quiet too? What, you don’t get enough of that in Delacroix? I haven’t stepped on your poor tail in months, you know.” 
In Sarah’s lap, the cat flicks the tail in question like she does when preening. It curls on outward, delicately.
“Most folk don’t take their babies on honeymoons with ‘em,” Sarah concludes with severity.
“Mrow,” Alpine says, as delicate and prim as her tail.
Well. Can’t argue much with that.
Sarah leaves the cat to her own devices and looks up to enjoy the view, as God and their very nice floor to ceiling windows intended. She was told her wedding present was a toss up between this and a pair of thigh high lemon yellow boots, and Sarah has still not figured out if Ayo and the grinning princess were joking. She supposes she ought to call her Shuri by now — the girl helped move their reception potluck table into the yard and everything. And, while he has never said so aloud, very deliberately careful in where he places them in his life, Sarah knows Bucky considers her family. 
But anyway, this: wood beams; delicate geometric crystalline light fixtures; thick, patterned, vibrant cloths; and doors and appliances calibrated to respond to her own (no one else’s!) voice. A river runs by them, deep in the heart of the palace, past the yellows and greens and blooming fuscia-purple-white tree flowers of the garden their rooms open to. The sound of the water reminds her of home.
Also, Bucky has just come out of the bathroom, and is absently stretching his back and shoulders out. So Sarah has a full spectrum of visual beauty at her disposal at present.  
She props her chin on one hand, elbow against her knee, and enjoys the view very much. It takes him a minute longer than usual to notice. His head is turned away from her and it remains so, but when eventually he brings his left arm up and over behind his head, he puts a show on about it and pumps the metallic bicep more than is strictly necessary. There is something flashy to the movement that is new for him and Sarah bites her tongue against a giggle. Before he brings it down he makes sure to use his right hand to tug the shoulder into a deep stretch that pushes his hips out.  
A bird calls outside their giant ass honeymoon suite windows. Unlike running water, peacocks aren’t all that common in Delacroix.
“You spoil this cat so bad,” Sarah tells her husband, when he finally loosens his arms; he brings the left down with a weight that makes it whistle faintly and flash in the dim bedroom light and remind Sarah of the last time she tongued at it to get him worked up. 
Very mundanely, Bucky pats his recently washed face and neck dry with the hand towel he’d tucked into his belt, and yawns so wide it cracks his jaw.
“Spoiling days are over,” he says, rubbing at one eye. He drapes the towel over his shoulder. He seems to have noticed a stray piece of gauzy tissue that has attached itself to the bare skin of his damp torso – they have a whole basket of them by the sink, even though Sarah’s been told they’re self-sanitizing and imminently reusable – and reaches down, frowning, to pick it off of himself now; Alpine perks up immediately, fascinated. “Slept on my head all last night. She’ll get the boot soon if she puts me through that again.”
“Hmmm,” Sarah hums, indulgent, while he discards the tissue. Now that he is no longer holding it, Alpine seems suddenly suspicious, and does not abandon Sarah’s lap in pursuit. Bucky stretches out his arms one last time towards the ceiling. 
She has been told that once upon a time, returning to the quiet twilights of the Golden City’s outskirts was the only thing to truly put him at ease; things have changed, slowly, gently. Bucky gets grumpy when he is away from home for too long. 
Sarah says, 
“Because you spent so much of last night sleeping.”
Mid-stretch, his mouth splits open in a quiet grin. Alpine mrows at them in the carriage of their lewd pause, even primmer than before. 
There is so much in that little grin — the ease, the looseness. The same looseness he has just shaken into his limbs in front of her. He is happy in a way Sarah doesn’t think has ever fully crystallized until now.
“Baby,” she says, “had you been waiting for the other shoe to drop?”
Now busy putting on the sleek little coffee maker in the corner, Bucky casts her a sly look from the corner of his eye. 
“Depends,” he says. 
“Hmmm, loaded word.”
“I like your shoes,” he scratches at his stomach, then his hair. “They’re all – what’s that word.”
“Ergonomic. Lady on her feet all day shoes.”
“Practical.” He seems contemplative. Over the shoes. “I like the ones with the little pink lines around the swoosh.”
He gestures with his finger at swoosh.
“Those old things?”
“They’re cute.”
Sarah pets the cat and contents herself with not getting a straight answer about this now. 
“Nothing-to-worry-about shoes,” Sarah says.
“Kitten.” Over the rim of his coffee cup now, eyes glittering with quiet, cryptic amusement. She just stops herself from asking me or the cat?
“Like us goin’ exploring tomorrow.”
“You want another day of total aloneness, honey?” He is teasing and also entirely serious. But mostly teasing. She knows this because he takes his coffee and sits on the beautiful wicker chair across from her with his legs wide open, the stance that always makes her want to sit in his lap. The only new thing -- aside from the silky material of his borrowed pajama pants, which are also some sustainable something or other, it was all explained to Sarah by the melodic AI voice in the toilet — is the glinting gold of the ring hanging from his neck, resting almost daintily against the broad curve of his sternum.
Sarah hums, fiddling with the small wring of beads around her wrist, their newness not off-putting but not neutral either. They’ve had three days. Tomorrow she’s going to go out into the world. Tomorrow she’s going to meet the queen. It’s a lot. She knew it would be a lot, before they got here. A lot, traded in for 3 days of complete and total peace and quiet like she has never even had reason to dream of before. 
She’s trying not to overthink it; Sarah had described her late in laws, once, and Bucky had said huh, sounds like someone I know. So maybe it’ll just be like that, but there will be foreign dignitaries around, and like, Ayo, too. Sarah is alright relying on Ayo’s clever friendship for this one. Sarah is alright thinking that there are certain things in life, certain precious experiences, that are the same in some way every way you live them.
“Are you gonna share your coffee?”
“Mmm, coffee’s only for people not wearing shirts.”
“Seriously, you don’t get enough of me naked at home?” Sarah laughs, but takes her tank top off anyway, careful not to mess the scarf wrapped around her hair. He’s grinning again, that same simple weightless look.
“Sarah,” he says.
“Mmmhmm.”
“You look so happy. I’m not imagining that, right?”
A slow, secret smile curls at her lips. She crooks a finger for him to come over.
“Come on, sit down. You ready for this?” She waits til he’s close enough to kiss, those long limber limbs with their grace and heaviness and danger and safety at once right up in her space. “You make me happy.”
She takes her kiss from him then, long, slow, heady. With his tongue in her mouth, the smell of the coffee and the shower and his aftershave all together could drive a girl crazy. 
Bucky pulls away first. He is crooked at the mouth, the sharp edge of the heat’s worn out by now, his expression a little goofy and very sincere. Alpine is mewling with discontent between them.
“Are you gonna show off for me a bit more before throwing me to the wolves tomorrow?” Sarah says.
He tips his head back, frustratingly inscrutable. Still goofy though. “Only one wolf,” he starts, looking to her for a reaction at the last second.
“Oh that is the lamest joke —”
“I’ll show off, I’ll show off,” he promises,
“Mr. white poodle over here. Nuh uh, don’t give me that face, I can make fun of you using Sam insults if you make bad dad jokes in front of your wife — get back down here. I took my shirt off for you, you can’t leave now.”
“In a minute, in a minute, hang on,” he says, that smile growing so wide it puts a little blanket over the sleepy longing in Sarah’s heart and veritably tucks it in, and gives it a kiss on the forehead. It’s earned its nice long rest.
Then he leans down, gives her the coffee, and scoops Alpine up to spend a few minutes cooing at their most spoiled child before she is summarily ignored for the rest of the night.
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Anyway. We probably found a new home for bucky and he's probably leaving tomorrow
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origamiyoda · 7 months
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Whats Ur fav type of deer!
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I LOVE MULE DEER. I LOVE YIU MULIES FOREVER ANS EVER AND EVER. theyre all over in eastern washington & i miss them & their stupidly huge ears.........
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their ears r seriously fucking huge lookit them compared to whitetails
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(Mulie on the left)
COSPLAY!!!! More specifically like. Prop making/painting !!!!!!! I really really enjoy makin stuff fer cosplays or halloween costumes... Ive made a proton pack, a steampunk gun, 2012 Casey Jones' mask and Poe Damerons helmet for Halloween & im in the planning stages for makin beacon from TAZ: Amnesty hehehe
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I really really enjoy the process of finding the stuff for it and puttinf it all together and painting it and then just like... Having it for fun basically HAHA ive never gone to a con or anywhere to cosplay its all been like. Halloween BUT SOMEDAY ID LOVE TO.. I think itd be so fun.. i esp like "weathering" it hehe
I fuckin LOOOVE brownies... brownies or chocolate zucchini cake specifically... I have the besssst fuckin recipe for chocolate zucchini cake & frosting its SO GOOD EVERYTIME.. I also love just a good old chewy homemade chocolate chip cookie 😔👍 I like chocolate a lot LOLZ..
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gay-jewish-bucky · 2 years
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aww apparently i'm cruel and unkind and need to learn to treat people better for vocalizing being sick and fucking tired of people coming onto my posts with their bullshit invalidating what i've posted in the tags instead of scrolling or making their own post
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ironmanstan · 2 years
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Crazy how i went from hating stevetony and having winteriron as like. My otp I Guess, when i had my first marvel phase years ago, to now having stevetony have won that spot from winteriron lmao. Just in terms of it being a ship not in their character dynamic. Like this is just my personal feelings about it i respect em both etc . Just to me (i guess i also feel this bc im projecting somewhat) i just prefer tony and bucky to be friends, but i think tony and buckys dynamic, no matter what relationship they're in, is so so interesting and still genuinely rivals steve and tonys dynamic for making me insane, though I hadnt read anything for it in years until i read sinealas new fic. Just. Aaaaaauhgjhg. They live through similar/parallel traumatic events and come out of it with similar understandings of the world with different approaches to acting it out (that understanding being: i am worth the most to society as a weapon that atones for my past sins) (and their approaches being: i am going to right my wrongs from the background where nobody can get in my way or lay eyes on me vs im going to put myself on the line and be the one taking the blame in the spotlight hiding what good i may do behind a mask because its what i deserve) . And its very interesting I love reading it in any format i love them coming to understand each others feelings and realizing despite how they absolutely shouldnt relate to each other they very much do.
#buckyyy so sorry the st*ckies ruined ur fanon self for years#if u r wondering what i mean by projecting and thus seeing them as platonic#well: am aroace. do kin tony. i think my brain is like well this is like if i had mutual understanding with someone#in which case we'd at most be qpps#this is why im like its entirely a me thing that i dont particularly see them that way. it doesnt like bother me or anything tho lmao#when they are understood as characters though and played off of each other well. MMMMMMMM YES.#it is like jotaro and kakyoin in a mild way not the same same but the same relationship type. they have a mutual understanding#i can see stevetony fine because steve and tony make each other better and worse and theyre insane for it thats craziness gbless <3 luv it#steve and tony theoretically dont have similar lives and life experiences but have ended up at the same train station of life#both have ended up with similar ways of carrying themselves but with different outlooks#causes them to work together and understand each other well. also causes them to have deep fundamental differences#and react to those differences in ways the other can hardly understand#tension. craziness. so interesting#sorry for rambling but also i guess i shouldnt be this is the first actual marvel post on here in a while huh lolll#i havent read a tony fic in a long time and i havent read winteriron in so long . last time i read it my friend wrote it rly well#but i think she took down her ao3 and i havent had the will to go search out more or god forbid risk reading an mcu fic /hj#anyway#marvel#tony stark#bucky#winteriron#the gamer speaks uwu
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lesbiradshaw · 2 years
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just found out liam is gonna be pushing 30 in That movie no one contact me for 6-7 business days.
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lesbienneanarchiste · 2 years
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That post that's like
"how is Bucky Barnes disabled?"
"he doesn't have an arm"
Lives in my head rent free like literally every time I think of my beloved Baruch I think of that post
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thedeadthree · 2 years
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anya, chiara and lara + 🤢
MARII hi dear! ty so much for the ask! those are my girls! and today the loves will be read for filth! <3
send me one of my OCs +  🤢 and i’ll drag them! (x)
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sweetie, i love you so much and i support you in your endeavor to revel in divine vengeance and kill the murderers of your father. i really do! BUT IF YOU AREN'T CAREFUL BABE YOUR GONNA GET SOMEONE KILLED. now that usually isn't an issue right? you're okay with that so long as you get what you want! but there is a particular individual one so near and dear to you that should the worst come to worst i know for a fact you would raise the city to the GROUND in agonizing grief-filled rage in mourning, A CERTAIN ASH FLYNN WHO IS MORE THAN WILLING TO FOLLOW YOU TO HELL AND BACK... HE WOULD DIE FOR YOU, BABE. your last tether your last TRUE tether to sanity..! so bear that in mind!
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ENOUGH WITH THE GUILT CONSCIENCE CHIARA LUCREZIA DE LAURENTIS NÉE BORGIA..! enough of it! in nearly every verse you are in! YOU WERE BRAINWASHED! you think! YOU THINK! that you are moving forward! you believe that you have it handled that dearest nonna de laurentis hasn't gotten to you one bit..! as the saying goes "liar liar pants on fire" no you haven't babe! you're playing into her hand! i know you are better than this my dear! you're allowed to be happy! have a life! fall in love! this guilt conscience is not it! no one who loves you wants you to live like that!
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no one has ever told u and bc i love u and want the best for you i will be the one to tell you! listen i GET that you work in the intricate and dangerous world of spycraft... but! you can tell your new besties murray and joyce that you had a lovely day and saw a dog! oh haha why do you want to know BC FRIENDSHIP IS A TWO WAY STREET!
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raustenacious · 2 years
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so my neighbors who we've been dogsitting for have returned this evening and brought me a really cool mug. and a beaver keychain
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