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I think the most fucked up thing about intrusive thoughts is it's really difficult to discuss them without discussing their content, because without a discussion of their content it's impossible to get across just how distressing and debilitating they are. "Oh, you have unpleasant thoughts sometimes? Yeah we all have that, I guess."

But if you discuss their content there's this huge risk of people just pulling away in disgust. "Oh god, you have THOSE sorts of thoughts? They should lock freaks like you the fuck up!" As if they think people act on every single thought they have.

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just so yall know @livelovecaliforniadreams is a raging maga fuck :)

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911 fans you may want to consider unfollowing and blocking livelovecaliforniadreams because of these tags:

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the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

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Make the most of the next two months

Get all your vaccines

Travel while we have a functioning DOT

Read and buy books on feminism, anti-racism, pro-lgbt

Attend drag shows

Don't skip any of your classes

Read and buy history books

Find your out-of-state networks

Learn to carry cash

Get birth control solutions

Support the Biden/Harris administration

Postpone large purchases and save money

Be careful of what you say online, like un-ambiguous attacks against the incoming administration, especially in spaces that contain your full name or personal information

Feel free to add on.

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all works created under my pseudonym (both Vesearlee and my previous) will be listed here, and readable on ao3.

𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

⇀ 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔 ⇀ 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 ⇀ 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 ⇀ 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚

➺ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐁

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

➺ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 — Sheriff Lee Bodecker x F!Reader — 𝐃 You knew he loved to punish you – almost cruelly – and he set you up to fail with as little care as the Devil himself.

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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she fucked the grim reaper, she made a baby from scratch, she's a con artist and a scammer, she blew up the hindenburg, she sank the titanic, she served cunt, she's annoying and mean, she's traumatized, she's thee jolene, situationship so bad she's gaining custody of twins in the afterlife, she's even a lesbian!! agatha harkness most character of all time

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Why is no one talking about how Rio exits by literally cutting through the set like when I tell you I had to pause and walk away because she can break the 4th wall as she’s not a player in the story she’s just death

That is the coolest fucking way to use a practical set get outta here

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Marvel women, written by men: 🧍‍♀️I can’t have babies 👶🏻😫😢 I’m a monster 😢😢 yes this is the deepest my backstory can get btw 😉😨 isn’t it harrowing 😱

Marvel women, written by women: I will subject an entire town to my will if it means the chance to see you again. I will drink my grief, knowing I am damned and that I cannot protect you, and will still sing out my heart to crowds of thousands in the hopes they will keep you safe when I’m gone. I crave power so intensely that it has overpowered any sense of loyalty to anyone, and I will betray again and again and again, but I will still be wounded when you betray me because it was you. It was you.

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i- its 911 now

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HIT THE MAX YEEHAW

i can still boop you guys, im fine with spam booped too

Reblog if you wanna get SPAM BOOPED

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BOOP MEMES

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Caplan’s Masterlist

Salutations, everyone and welcome to my blog!

UPDATED (October 30. 2024) - added a few masterlists

Name: Caplan/Cap/Cappy

Age: 31 (October 8.1993.Libra!)

Pronouns: She/her

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Fun fact about the blogger: I have Hydrocephalus! (its treated with a shunt!)

i post a majority of my fics on here. Multiple times a day. If seeing me reblogging my fics numerous times bothers you, you don’t need to follow me. this is *my* blog and i’ll do with it what i want.

you will definitely hear my complaints & sorrows & whines & celebrations.

I block, mass likers & blank blogs. I do not care.

I curse like a sailor and do not care what y'all think about it.

I don’t use betas, nor a posting schedule. I post whenever I want, whatever fandom I’m currently obsessing over, whenever I want.

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I have all types of writings challenges to participate in!

I also have a wide range of writing prompts in a google docs.

To see the things I will write for, see the post here (read before sending a request in)

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One of my genuine favorite parts about agatha all along is the realization that Agatha's very real and legitimate powers come from simply annoying the shit out of people until they try to murder her

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝗼𝐫𝐤, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝗼𝐫𝐤 ➪ 𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐝𝗼𝐧, 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

warnings: knife, DDLG, mute!reader, blood, vomit, thumb sucking, accidents, vaginal damage, TW R*PE< SA.

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒

you clamped your hands over your ears as the clanging noises grew louder and closer. you knew this meant trouble. there was nothing good in HYDRA, and you knew you were never truly safe while in the cement confines of your reinforced and unescapable cell, but silence meant that you were being left alone.

the cell door slammed open, the metal shaking from the force of shove from the other side. a large, hulking figure stepped in the room, the light beams casting around the silhouette. the figure stood there breathing heavily, but paying no attention to you. the figure moved slightly, and the light behind the figure glinted off of a silver, metal arm, and you stumbled to your feet, realizing it was Winter.

Winter smiled at you, but it fell when he watched you tumble to the floor, your legs to weak to be stood on. "shit, y/n!" Winter exclaimed, and rushed to your aide. you sniffled, fear filling your body. fear that he was under orders to hurt you, despite his promise of never laying a finger on you in a way that wasn't soft and love filled.

his flesh hand touched you first, and you knew he was there to get you out. you grasped onto him, and he scooped you up. you wrapped your limbs around his torso, and held on tight as he exited the building you were being held in, shooting anyone who got in his way.

you sighed a breath of relief as your lungs filled with clean, fresh air, and the bright sun hit your skin. Winter dropped the gun, wrapped his metal hand around your upper back. he gripped the back of your head for stability, and he took off running at full speed away from the building, hidden deep in the woods on the outskirts of New York City.

he reached a highway, and you heard a door opening, before you were placed on a car seat. Winter buckled you in, rounded the car, before jumping in, and taking off. he sped through the back roads, and suddenly you were surrounded by the high rises of New York City.

an hour later, you saw the sign for Dock 72, and Winter parked the car and turned towards you. he reached behind you, and grabbed a backpack. he pulled your leg over his lap, and your eyes widened in fear as he pulled out a knife.

he saw the pure fear in his eyes, and he calmed you. "i'm not going to kill you. but, i have to get the tracker out of your leg, and we don't have enough time to do it properly. this is gonna hurt like a bitch."

he handed you a cloth to bite down on, and he dig the dagger into your skin, before using the tweezers to fish out the small, pill sized tracker embedded in the subcutaneous tissue of your skin. he crushed it in his metal fist, and began to stitch you up. the stitching hurt, but not as bad as the knife cutting into your skin. once you were stitched up, a bandage was wrapped around your thigh. the knife was stashed back into the backpack, and Winter exited the car. he grabbed the three duffel bags and slung the backpack over his shoulders, before scooping you up. he darted into the docks, and began reading the numbers on the storage units that were being loaded on the boats.

he found the one he was looking for, and wrenched open the door with his metal arm, before shutting it behind you two.

Winter set you down on a seat, and buckled you in. you looked around you apprehensively, and Winter stroked your cheek. "i promised you i would come back." he said. "it's going to be a long journey, but we're going to be okay. if we aren't, i have an old friend who will come running as soon as i call." you rubbed your teary eyes, and he dug through the backpack again. he found a flash light, and turned it on.

"when we get on the ship i can open the windows in here. i can't do it while we're still on land." he explained, and you nodded, sniffling. your stomach rumbled, and Winter reached into one of the duffel bags. he pulled out a Nature Valley Almond Bar, and opened the package. he held it up to your lips, and you looked at it apprehensively.

"you're going to love it. i promise." he whispered, and you bit into the bar, sighing as the sweet taste floated over your taste buds. suddenly, the storage unit moved, and you whimpered. Winter grasped your head, and pulled your head to press your foreheads together.

"focus on me. on my voice. it's okay. they're just putting it on the boat. everything's fine." he reassured you. you nodded, and continued to breathe, inhaling Winters scent until the unit was placed on the boat and stopped shaking.

as soon as it settled, Winter unbuckled you, and pulled you onto his lap.

"we're gonna be okay, doll." he said, as you shut your eyes, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟐𝟗𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒

the first night was rough for you. you became boat sick, and vomited until you didn't have anything left to expel. Winter, thankfully, was prepared. he had buckets stuffed in the corner, and made the journey outside to dump them and clean them. he rubbed your back as you suffered, and soothed you.

"you're not strong enough for medicine," he said sadly, as you sobbed, and clung to him. you didn't have to say anything, he knew by the look on your face what you were begging for. "if i give you medicine it'll just hurt you more."

as the sun came up, your stomach began to settle, and you fell asleep once more, completely exhausted. Winter laid you on the small mattress in the corner, and opened one of the hidden windows to let some air in for you. you burrowed into the oversized sweater, and Winter laid the blanket over you as you fell asleep.

𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟑𝟎𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒 - 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝐧𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒

day two and three passed in a blink of an eye for you, as you slept through them. whenever you would wake up, you would be carried to the bathroom onboard the ship by Winter, before having a small amount of water and food, before falling back asleep.

day four came, and you managed to stay awake for about an hour. in that time, Winter tried to coax you to talk.

"c'mon, honey. can you speak for me?" he asked, his thumbs stroking your cheek. you titled your head at him. you knew what he wanted, and you wanted to obey. so badly, but you couldn't. you hadn't spoke since he left, and you couldn't bring yourself to speak now.

he sighed sadly, and you looked down in shame, tears filling your eyes. he immediately sensed your distress, and brought you into his arms. you choked out a sob, and he cradled you against his body, rocking you back and forth.

"shhh, baby girl." he whispered, and you pushed your thumb into your mouth. you breathed from your nose, the suckling calming you down. Winter laid against the mattress, your body on his, and let the rocking of the ship soothe you to sleep.

𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧

𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟑𝐫𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒

day five came, and you had your first accident. Winter had went to the water supply room to refill the jugs, and came back to you sitting on the ground, surrounded by a puddle of liquid, sobbing, your thumb in your open mouth.

"oh, baby." he sighed sadly, and lifted you from the puddle. he wrapped a towel around your body, and carried you out of the unit. he entered one of the bathrooms, and stripped you down. he washed you off quickly. he wrapped the towel around you and carried you back to the unit.

he laid you on the bed, and quickly took care of the small puddle of urine on the floor, before turning to you. he grabbed some clothes from one of the duffel bags, and opened the towel. his eyes drifted down to your centre, and he had to take a breath at all the damage he found.

your vaginal lips were swollen and bruised. he ran his flesh thumb over the swollen skin, and you jumped from the pain, crying out. hot tears began to roll down your face, and Winter sniffled. he knew you weren't safe in HYDRA, but he never thought, in a million years, that something like this would happen to you.

you began to choke out sobs, and Winter snapped out of his reverie. he pulled the clothes on you, and scooped you up again. he stood up, and walked over to the window, letting the fresh sea air calm you down.

𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧

𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟒𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒

the last day had you giving Winter your first smile, and first noise other than a sob or whimper. he was laying on the mattress with you, and was gently tickling your stomach. you weren't giggling, but you gave him an open mouthed grin, your eyes lighting up as his fingers trailed over your smooth skin.

you nearly jumped out of your skin a few moments later, when the boats horn went off, signalling that you were approaching land. you pointed at the window and squealed. Winter chuckled, and lifted you to his hip. he carried you to the window, and let your peer out. your mouth dropped open as your eyes found Big Ben, and you ahhed.

"we're in London, baby girl. the first step in our journey is done."

next destination:

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 ➪ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬