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Enemies to lovers trope have ruined some people heads cause why do people that sexual tension and charged tension is the only way to show you have chemistry?? Why can’t chemistry be the comfort someone feels when they are around another person? Why can’t chemistry be having an awkward conversation after kissing your best friend since childhood that you have been pinning for for so long? Why can’t chemistry be breaking into laughter while having a steamy scene? I’m tired of people comparing polin and kathony saying kathony has better chemistry like they’re are two different circumstances. They are different love stories

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Help, I just finished The Song of Achilles

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why are there so many posts about asexuals being immune to sirens. people. sirens don’t lure you in with sex (necessarily). they sing about whatever it is that you want most. they could sing about mothman or cinnamon toast crunch and guess what then your asexual pirate is fucking dead

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vegans make peace with honey

no shut up do it

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my favorite thing about tumblr dot com is how it becomes utterly unusable for the 48hrs after something happens on supernatural

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So so so long ago, I told the dearest @opaldraws that I would write her a fic for her Instagram Steve au, which is one of my favourite aus because he so would have a huge following and post gorgeous lavish pics of himself with all that his parents’ money can buy, and I did start writing it! Only it took me, say, half a year or more to finish it??

So here you go! To Opal and every other reader, I hope you enjoy!

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His oversized shirt a dusty rosa, fuzzy and just a bit too long in the sleeves, the neck of it slipping down to expose moles dotting one shoulder. Skinny jeans in a light denim hug his legs like they were sewn for him specifically, it’s a wonder to behold. 

Steve is warm and cozy inside, lying down on a daybed, surrounded by pillows, posing in front of large windows peering out onto the frozen forest, barren and covered in snow. Hawkins is brutally cold during the winters; so unforgiving that the photo shoots they do outside are thankfully scarce, even though Steve would work himself sick with a cold.

If it wasn’t for Billy and his stern insistence, Steve would have gotten frostbite seven times already this winter daring to wear just too little for the sake of fashion and aesthetic. Anything for his 800k followers.

But all his adoring boyfriend can really do most of the time is stand behind the camera and appreciate all of Steve’s gorgeous self with an all too satisfied sigh, as Steve glances over his shoulder at the camera, lashes done up with just a gentle hint of mascara, hearts scattered like freckles across his nose and cheeks. 

Valentines is two weeks away by now, and Steve wants to show off and inspire some date looks, soft and delicate and beautiful. He never does anything with his hair, really, everyone already so jealous of the phenomenal floof of it that he wouldn’t ever dream of changing it now - the pastel aesthetic and his hair is practically his entire brand!

He poses on his stomach with his legs bent, feet kicking in the air, sleeves pulled over his hands as he smiles coyly.

Then he’s on his side, chest turned towards the camera, one leg bent with an arm draped over it, face turned away to give the perfect profile. 

And then he’s on his back, head hanging over the foot end of the daybed, hair just grazing the floor as he looks directly into the camera, eyes big and brown.

Just like Bambi, is the oft used comparison by Billy, and even if this is slightly boring, he can’t help but smile at how utterly beautiful his boyfriend is.

He stays kneeling there, even as he lowers the phone to meet with Steve’s gaze directly, and all the same, Steve stays hanging there, smiling at the way Billy stares with adoration.

“What?” he huffs incredulously.

Billy doesn’t find words to respond right away, he’s always more adept with action instead, and moves in to kiss those perfect lips, so soft and pink, both of them smiling into the embrace, Billy’s hands smoothing across Steve’s cheeks, careful as to not ruin the makeup. 

“I just… love you,” Billy hums with closed eyes, not giving Steve time to miss him.

And Steve laughs again - a sound so blithe and full of joy it’s invigorating and humbling. He reaches up to run his fingers down Billy’s golden curls, raking painted nails across his scalp and tugs there gently till he receives a delighted groan.

At the parting of lips, Steve dives in with his tongue, meeting Billy’s in a lackadaisical sense that urges forth affable moans from both, heat surging up and down Steve’s splayed out shape with every salacious little noise.

“Mmmh, ah… are you- are you done?” Billy whispers, travels away from lips to kiss along Steve’s freshly shaved jawline.

There’s no immediate response as Steve stays still, enjoying the praising kisses like gentle butterflies. He eventually grabs Billy by the sides of his face to guide him away, letting their eyes meet, staying there for seconds too long, admiring the ocean view; crystal clear waters brimming with love.

“Just getting started,” he chuckles once more, but the intent of it this time far more salacious, and Billy’s quick to catch on to that.

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Can you draw a tiny lizard dragon that secretly hoards pennies?

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Lemon Meringue Lies has got to be one of my favorites SteveBucky fanfic ever. I love love love it so much. It’s my comfort fic and I go back to it when I want the angst, the cluelessness of Steve, the dedication of Bucky and food! Lol.. the way this fic portrays food is just amazing ❤️

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New goddess idea: She’s an earth goddess of the new age who’s domain is spinning and weaving, but specifically spinning and weaving gigantic structural steel cables for construction and other industrial purposes. Her skin is steel grey and hard to the touch and her hair is like long dredlocks of woven steel. She laughs at shitty architecture deigns that will fall apart if actually built and protects well-made bridges and buildings she likes. She might warn you of unforseen danger if you always wear your proper PPE.

Okay now what do I name her

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this has been a wasp psa

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I always think about how post Endgame Steve is a man with severe PTSD and depression living in a world that doesn’t even acknowledge mental health care. And who can even help the level of trauma this man has gone through?? Love doesn’t cure mental health, love doesn’t make it all go away. In that climate, Steve wouldn’t recover as he should.

So you mean to tell me I'm supposed to know Captain America dropped his shield willingly only twice in his life and BOTH times it was for Bucky. The first, meaning he was letting his guard down, all his walls, he was ready to die for him. And the second, that he didn't care about being Captain America anymore as long as it meant Bucky being safe. You want me to know all of that and still think Steve wasn't in love with Bucky? That after finally being free and having his most important person next to him, Steve somehow would go back to the fifties????? To this lady he used to have a crush on for a few months???? and all of a sudden believe she was supposed to be the love of his life? ??????? After all the events happened during tws and cw????????????????

Straight people man.

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I think it’s funny that Steve/Bucky shippers get a lot of hate from a lot of the straight side of the fandom when during TFATWS they are literally shipping Bucky with every woman he has a 5min interaction with 😑

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Love this but... bold of you to assume we won’t destroy everything for such a future to even exist 😅

hot take: taking pictures of our food is going to create the most complete historical picture of what an era of humanity ate and drank, EVER. which is a GOOD thing. we have no idea what some societies ate beyond a vague idea because nobody wrote it down or the writings were lost. but instagram, backed up by the internet archive, is going to last hundreds if not thousands of years as recoverable data we can access and learn from. imagine a room of fascinated people in the future trying to recreate a unicorn frappe

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Me and my mom can have countless fights per day, we never get super angry with each other and make up very quickly. Me and my dad though? We fight rarely but then don’t talk for days... ☹️