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2020 America is the prequel to a dystopian novel

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Writers = Dragons who like notebooks instead of gold

The first rule of writing is hoard notebooks

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Imagine this

Suri messing with Bucky during the last time she worked on his arm, so that when he gets within a few feet of an avenger the hand immediately caresses their butt, and Bucky doesn't realize it's happening.

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and I assure you I will love him til my dying breath. (insp)

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Peter Parker, a Gen Z kid, screws up: Fuck, guess I’ll kill myself.

Steve Rogers, an artist during the 30’s and a soldier during WWII who knows full well what Dadaism and fatalistic humor are: There’s bleach under the sink–

Bucky Barnes, the guy who listened to Steve’s art rants in the 30’s, watched his back in WWII and went through 70+ years of shit: –And a rope in the supply closet if you want options.

Rest of the Avengers: ?????!!!!!!!?????

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Professor Chill

ever wanted to know what your name might be if you were a villain using the common thematic structures of ridiculous DC villains? 

wonder no more.

i am King Egg.

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Personally I like Mad Hatter Sebby

But I'm pretty sure he can do it all

What was Seb’s best look?

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I just watched Infinity War

My heart is broken. My heart hurts so much.

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR

IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!

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okay but also can we talk about the episode where natasha was a vampire

and she 

ran into a mirror

because she couldn’t see her own reflection and just

knocked herself out

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Blast From the Past poem

I once knew these boys from Brooklyn

The best of friends were they,

One was a strapping young man,

And all the girls looked his way.

The other was a scrawny boy

Who never gave up a fight

Even when others showed

They had much more might.

One was the boy I loved, the other, our best friend.

When the war came, I was left behind.

After pleading my plight

I was sent to the front.

The man I loved was gone

Taken by Nazi scum.

The boy who fought

Now the symbol of freedom.

He fought and fought to return my heart to me.

Our reunion was short lived,

For the man I loved

Fell off a train

And my best friend

Plunged into the Arctic.

All alone now

I shall sleep

And of these boys

I shall dream.

When I wake

The world will be different

And in much less pain

For these boys and many more

Gave their lives

To make it so.

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Blast From the Past

First this started off as me wanting to write a poem from the readers perspective about how she felt losing her two best friends Steve and Bucky in the same year but then it kinda became a story.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader (platonic)

Tony is just there to watch.

Also its written in an omnipresent point of view

“I found something you’ll both want to see” Tony said interrupting Steve and Bucky’s training session.

“Is it important?” Steve asked lowering his hands from their defensive position. “We’re kinda in the middle of something.”

“Judging by the note I found with my discovery?” he pretended to think “I’d say definitely important.”

“Note? What note?” Bucky asked.

“I’m getting there Barnes” he rolled his eyes “but you two really need to come with me.” He walked out of the room followed by the two soldiers from the forties and headed to where a quinjet was waiting on the roof. Once they were inflight Tony began to explain. “So as you know recently I’ve been busy locating all of my fathers hidden safes all over the world.”

“Yeah, you kept saying you found something in your fathers journal about something he was keeping hidden and protected from the world” Steve recollected.

“I found what I was looking for in Arlington” He grinned.

“So what is it? A weapon, treasure?” Bucky guessed.

“It is a treasure of sorts” he said vaguely. When they finally landed outside one of the many Stark family homes, Tony led them through the mansion to a top secret hidden vault below the basement. The walls of the basement were lined with bottles of wine, Tony immediately went for the wall with the bottles from 1945. “When I was a boy, I thought my father had crazy ass reason for shelving the wine be the year, it always had to be exact, and we were never aloud to touch the stuff from 1945. I always thought it was ridiculous until now.” He pulled a bottle with a heart carved into the cork before pulling a bottle with a star carved in the cork. “A Heart for love and a Star for friendship” he muttered. The wall pushed back revealing a hidden room, the lights took a second to kick on. Tony led them inside. The room was about the size of small bedroom, against the far right corner was a large metal box with a small window about 5 feet up, standing vertically, to the right of that was a small bed, and against the wall to the left was a vanity with pictures of Steve and Bucky.

“Tony what is this?” Steve asked his heart slowing when he saw a photo of him, Bucky, and a girl he’d tried to forget because she was nowhere to be found. Bucky was silent as he took in his surroundings.

Tony pulled an envelope from his pocket “Like I said,when I found what I was looking for i also found this note.” Steve took it from his hands as Bucky looked at all the photos.

“I once knew these boys from Brooklyn

The best of friends were they,

One was a strapping young man,

And all the girls looked his way.

The other was a scrawny boy

Who never gave up a fight

Even when others showed

They had much more might.” Steve read aloud.

“One was the boy I loved, the other, our best friend.

When the war came, I was left behind.

After pleading my plight

I was sent to the front.” Steve couldn’t help the next word that slipped out of his mouth “Y/N.”

“The man I loved was gone

Taken by Nazi scum.

The boy who fought

Now the symbol of freedom.

He fought and fought to return my heart to me.” Steve remembered the look on her face when he told her that Bucky had been taken. That was when he had resolved to save his best friend, if not for himself or Bucky, then for her. The girl whom he loved like a sister.

“Our reunion was short lived,

For the man I loved

Fell off a train

And my best friend

Plunged into the Arctic.” Realizing how much pain she must have been in after losing them both brought tears to his eyes.

“All alone now

I shall sleep

And of these boys

I shall dream.

When I wake

The world will be different

And in much less pain

For these boys and many more

Gave their lives

To make it so.” Did that mean what he thought it meant? Steve looked to Bucky, then to Tony who was smiling.

“I’m a sucker for long awaited reunions” Tony opened the metal box. There was a hiss and cold white smoke escaped. Once the fog cleared the boys could see her, the beautiful girl the two boys loved so much. She looked the same as the day they each last saw her, her perfect ringlets framing her face, she wore the blue dress they always told her looked best.

“Howard, I should have known it-” she stepped out of the box trailing off “wouldn’t work.” when she realized who stood before her she gasped clapping both hands over her mouth.

“Hate to break it to you but my father's dead” Tony said closing the box.

“Is it possible” She asked, her vision clouding.

“It’s possible Doll” Bucky spoke for the first time since they landed. Y/N ran the few steps and jumped wrapping her arms around Bucky’s neck, out of instinct he wrapped his around her waist and slightly swung her.

“James Buchanan, how many times am I going to have to lose you?” Y/N asked her tears soaking the shoulder of his shirt.

“Hopefully never again” he whispered as he put her down allowing her to get a good look at him.

“Your arm” She put her arm on the cold metal.

“That’s a long story Doll” he said using his flesh hand to cup her cheek.

“And you Steve” Tears were streaming down her face as she turned and pointed at her best friend “How dare you leave me behind, just to save the world? I know it’s selfish of me, but after we lost James, you were all I had left and then I had nothing.” Steve pulled Y/N into hug causing her to sob into his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N” Steve stroked her hair.

Pulling away and calming down she turned to the man she didn’t know, “You said Howard was your father and that he’s dead, so what year is it?”

“2018.”

“That means I’ve been asleep for…” she did the math in her head “72 years.”

“And the three of us can catch up on all of it” Bucky offered causing the girl to smile.

“Let’s take you home” Steve grinned holding out his hand.

“Anywhere you fella’s are is my home” She said taking his hand.

What do y’all think? Should I make it a series?

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infinity war spoiler

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stop scrolling!

this is absolutely urgent.

we’ve only got 20 days until the repeal of net neutrality goes into effect! do not forget about this issue! it will affect every single person who uses tumblr and other social media!

Now, there is a bill that would reverse the FCC’s decision to repeal net neutrality. We only need one more vote to make it happen! Get to calling your senators, folks! Don’t let these greedy, laizzes-faire assholes take away the web that connects us all, provides coping mechanisms, and platforms that inform the people.

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I won't deny it

She’s procrastinating

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I'm dying of laughter 😂😂😂

Imagine telling Loki he could be a hair model so he shows you his best hair flips.