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Bucky Barnes as Text Posts 3/?

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they are swimming around ur blog

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trans guy who finally figured out his name, about to come out in the funniest way to his friends: hey guys can i be frank with you all

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me watching my mutuals post

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#cats

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paying a little visit to a beloved mutual's blog after not seeing them on the dash for a while as if i'm dropping by their cottage with some biscuits and jams in a wicker basket

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Swimming is fun

Just

Ask any penguin in here

What good are

Wings

Without the courage to fly

#poetry #poem #birds

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(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)

baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*

my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.

baby: ighbu.

sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!

baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!

sister: exactly!

baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.

my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?

baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.

[a split second goes by]

baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.

me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?

baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.

me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?

baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.

*pronounced like "on" without the n

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I think there should be more fics about Gothamites talking back to the bats - specifically Batman

“Get inside” “you’re not my dad”

“Stop trying to fight the joker, PLEASE” “fuck you, I do what I want”

“The streets aren’t safe tonight” “bro it’s Thursday, one of chillest days. Please shut the fuck up about telling me about gotham like I wasn’t born here thanks”

#gotham #only in gotham #gotham city

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she looks weird. she looks really weird.

#pangur

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iceeestrawberryriceee

god I fucking love strawberries

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If you know anyone who seems really chill to the point of being virtually indestructible, like nothing could ever bother them in any way, could get hit by a train and just shake it off and be totally fine, laughing it off as soon as they've dusted themselves off and stopped bleeding, but who occasionally just randomly falls apart to complete fucking smithereens with seemingly no cause nor warning, only to get back up again a few minutes/hours/days later like "ok yeah I'm fine again that was weird lmao", and you've ever wondered what the fuck is up with that:

They are actually not ok and most likely are not ok at any point. The whole "hardiest person you know who just collapses randomly sometimes" thing isn't a deliberately constructed façade, as a matter of fact it might be something that they actually personally believe themselves to be. But in reality this is somebody who's either unintentionally learned or has been deliberately trained to hide negative emotions and mask symptoms at all costs, as the #1 priority that goes over any other survival needs.

So even though it may look like they go from 1 to 100 completely at random and unpredictably, and then swing right back again to being totally fine, you have no way of knowing how long they've been at 95% before the last line of defense broke down and the system collapsed. And once they flip back up, odds are that they just managed to scrape their shit back together again just enough to get their backup masking systems running. The "check engine" light never turned on because the wire was clipped years ago.

If this is you, this is your callout to seek some sort of help. I'm telling on everyone in this room including myself.

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YOU THINK I’M JOKING BUT I’M DEAD SERIOUS

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I thought this was some sort of weird unicorn-dog-man. Looking at the old drawing, with the words, it makes much more sense.

Redraw of something I did a year ago (og under cut)

Mainly because I wanted to see how I improved

#art #redraw

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My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.

#three weed smoking girlfriends

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glitch dividers

f2u (please don't claim as your own)

#flash warning #dividers #glitch dividers #flashing

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#poll #pins