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ELIZABETH OLSEN Flaunt Magazine, 2024

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In hindsight it's very insulting to be told that flunking out of college due to adhd is actually "quite common"

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Feel free to reblog to have more people to vote. Feel free to explain why you voted the way you did. DO NOT SENT ANON HATE FOR HOW PEOPLE VOTED.

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seriously, has anyone else had this happen? I had a draft fic ready to go this morning, but after I added tags it automatically posted instead of saving my edits

does not bode well @staff

when my draft publishes itself

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Oh….

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I cannot find this fix anymore and it's killing me - Darcy is a dragon, she has a son who's a high school student who gets in trouble for setting his school on fire (because they were letting social injustice happen?), Thor used to babysit the son and told him stories about Darcy. Possibly she hoards people who speak Yiddish and snipers? And Bucky is the son's father?

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I was just a boy.

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Alberto Vargas - July 1966 Playboy Magazine Vargas Girl Illustration - "How do you like my Dynamic Duo?" - American Pin-up Calendar Collection

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it was begging to be gif'd.

the exhale from the vape.

the continued steam from it being cold outside.

😍🤤💪🏼.

credit for edit goes to YANS>Edits on tiktok. I do not know who owns the video. it isn't recent.

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Commissions OPEN! (August 10-20, 2025) -- Custom Brooches, Bag Charms, Keychains, & Magnets

I have been working for a few months now on building up an inventory to start a nerd fashion brooch (and bag charm, keychain, or magnet) shop that will launch on September 1, 2025. But given that I had emergency surgery in July that I need to pay my parents back for covering, I'm opening just to Tumblr for custom commissions now as a sort of "soft launch"!

These are not enamel pins! They are not factory forged or machine-drafted! You send me pics of your blorbo or OC, I design a portrait brooch, you okay the design, and then I laser-cut, hand-paint, and hand-assemble an acrylic mosaic piece. Here's a video of me making my own blorbo as an example!

Commissions are currently open from August 10 - August 20, 2025.

Fill out this form if you are interested in commissioning a piece.

Almost all* blorbos and OCs are welcome! No religious figures, political figures, true crime figures, or Harry Potter characters.

Made and packaged in a pet-free, smoke-free environment.

$60 includes a custom design (+1 major revision if necessary) and a 2 x 3 x ¼" handmade piece. $5 shipping for domestic United States shipments. Overseas shipping is available.

I am super excited to be able to offer these pieces, and I can't wait to hear all about your blorbos, The Characters, and OCs! If you have questions prior to filling out the form, you can send me an Ask or a message here on Tumblr or e-mail me at aimhighbroochdesigns@gmail.com.

Thank you!

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I find it real funny that people criticize fanfics but haven't written a damn thing in their life.

It's like criticizing a homemade cooked meal meanwhile you burn every kitchen you enter.

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SUPERMAN 2025, dir. James Gunn

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"I really want to kiss you right now"

"Then do it"

Darcy/Bucky

Please and thank you!

🥰

Darcy was still talking. She’d been talking since they got back, filling the silence of her apartment with every stray thought in her head—complaints about the heating, questions about how many knives a man actually needed to carry, a rant about the absurdity of bad Wi-Fi in the 21st century.

Bucky sat on the edge of her couch, elbows on his knees, letting the words wash over him. She didn’t realize it, but she was keeping him anchored. Every syllable pulled him further from the fog of adrenaline and blood and memory.

“…and don’t even get me started on the fact that Pop-Tarts are technically ravioli—”

“Darcy.”

His voice cut through her chatter like the clean crack of ice. She blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Bucky’s gaze lifted to hers, steady, sharp in the way it always was when he’d already made a decision. His hand flexed against his thigh. He didn’t fidget often anymore, but he couldn’t seem to help it now.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

The words hung in the space between them, fragile and heavy at the same time. Darcy’s mouth fell open, a thousand possible jokes crowding her tongue. None made it past her lips.

For once, she was speechless.

Bucky tilted his head, something like a smile ghosting at the corner of his mouth. Not mocking—just patient, almost hopeful. “Say something before I regret it.”

She swallowed, throat suddenly dry. Her heart thumped so hard she was half-sure he could hear it. “You—you can’t just drop that on a girl after a near-death mission and a Pop-Tart debate.”

His smile widened, slow and crooked. “I just did.”

Darcy exhaled a shaky laugh, nerves and adrenaline tangling in her chest. “Well, Barnes, what are you waiting for?”

He didn’t. One moment there was space between them, and the next his hand was cradling her jaw, his mouth covering hers. The kiss was firm but not rushed, careful in a way that made her knees weak.

Darcy melted into it, her hands bunching in his shirt, pulling him closer. For all his strength, he let her set the pace, following her lead as if afraid to push too far.

When they finally broke apart, she was breathless, grinning like an idiot. “That was—wow. Ten out of ten. Highly recommend.”

Bucky huffed a laugh against her forehead, pressing another brief kiss there before leaning back. “Glad you approve.”

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Gentle reminder, first drafts are for putting it all on the page and out of your head. First drafts are for telling. Later drafts are for showing. So keep writing that first draft. You've got this.

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Show me how unwell you are by telling me what your top song of 2025 is so far