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Stargazing - Masterlist

Summary: Steve Rogers had been an outcast his whole life, quiet and reserved he was always alone until he’s shot to fame for his sudden heroics in the face of danger. Dubbed Hercules by everyone, Steve is now thrust into the spotlight and he has no idea how to deal with any of it when all he is trying to do is figure out his place in the world. Is he a Hero or a Zero?

A/N: Oh man I absolutely LOVED Hercules as a kid, it was one of my absolute favorite Disney movies! I was so excited to write this for @buckyofthemyscira 5k Disney challenge! It’s an AU, (obviously) and I hope you guys like it! poured my heart into this one as Hercules is one of my favorite stories! 

Prompt: “When I am with you, I don’t feel so alone,” - Hercules

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Part 1: Oh Hercules!

Part 2: A name to go with those rippling pectorals

Part 3: I am a damsel, and I am in distress I can handle this.

Part 4: I can go the distance

Part 5: Memo to me

Part 6: Giving up is for rookies!

Part 7: He’s a guy!

Part 8: People always do crazy things when they’re in love

Epilogue 

Moodboard by @sebashtiansatan bc you are a gem and ily

Moodboard by my love @sgtjbuccky (I love this so much!!!)

Thought I’d post the masterlist in the hopes that I will edit this fic and post it soon! If you want a tag, just add yourself here :) 

Tagging some mutuals just because: @pitubea1910 @jaamesbbarnes @moonbeambucky @suz-123 @teamcap4bucky @lostinthoughtsandfeelings @sgtjbuccky@buckysforeverprincess @akamaiden @readitandweepfics  

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first man to win the wanting to fuck her so bad he looks stupid olympics

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Its raining (marvel) men!

Hallelujah 

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Like the old man said. Together

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Writing challenge

Hey guys, long time no see.

Are there any writing challenges currently happening that anyone can recommend? please drop the @ in the comments? :) Thaaaanks!

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Free Palestine!

I was six…six years old when I was taught about Quds, shown the beautiful golden dome of Qubbat al-Sakhra, when I was taught about the beautiful olive farms, the welcoming people,about the richest and deepest history a land could have, the prophets that had walked this land, the people who stood against crusades and kept alive religion and peace in Masjid-al-Aqsa, the deep love and courage that is carved into the souls of palestinians for their land, when I learned to love Palestine like it was where my heart always belonged. 

I was eight when we painted flags and watched our parents shed tears over the loss of lives of our palestinian brothers and sisters. When they marched in solidarity and gathered communities together to donate to help our brothers and sisters in Gaza, Ramallah, Jenin, the West Bank, Nablus, Haifa…I was eight when I saw the blood of martyred Palestinians on a bloodied hospital floor and the media calling their resistance terrorism. 

I was ten and I sang From the River to the Sea, for my brothers and sisters in palestine. 

I was twelve and I made bracelets with my friends to sell and raise money to send to our brothers and sisters in Gaza. and I was twelve when they called people who looked like me and my family, terrorists. 

I was fourteen, and then sixteen and eighteen and twenty, and I still said FREE PALESTINE! When I cried when I saw photos of the elderly being abused at Al-Aqsa when they just wanted to speak to their creator in the house his holy prophets constructed in his remembrance. 

I was twenty two when I witnessed Israeli brutality in Gaza, in Ramallah, in Jersusalem. Persecuting the people of Palestine for simply being. Walls constructed to keep them in, bombs dropped on homes, children orphaned and still I cried Free Palestine but Palestine had a smile on its face. It’s people loved and lived and said: 

“حَسْبُنَا اللَّهُ وَنِعْمَ الْوَكِيلُ”,

“Sufficient for us is Allah, and [He is] the best Disposer of affairs.”

Then I was twenty four, and twenty six and we still cried Free Gaza, help the children of Palestine, free Palestine. 

And now I am almost thirty, and I am watching and my heart is crying, broken, my eyes have not been able to look at the world the same, I feel as if I am watching my own brothers and sisters die again and again. We are watching Palestinians die by the thousands, every video brings me to tears and i feel as if I cannot breathe, the sadness that has taken over me is a shadow when I compare it to the horrors the Palestinians are living at this very moment. We beg the world to see us as more than human animals, we beg the world to help Gaza and the children of Palestine. We have to convince you all we are humans, who deserve a chance to live, that this is immoral, we have to justify WHY we want the right to live? We are watching a genocide, children dead by the thousands and hospitals unable to cope with the death tolls and no one who wants to stand up to this oppressor but the Palestinians … The Palestinians' bravery and courage and absolute devotion to their faith is simply stunning. They repeat again and again “God is sufficient for us” and I feel as if I am the loser…they have such a love and fervor for their land and their faith that even in the face of death it isn't something worth giving up. 

And their love of Palestine has brought such unity around the world, that we all feel as if Palestine has been in our very souls from the beginning of time.  We are in the streets by the hundreds of thousands now, screaming FREE PALESTINE, and I am so filled with pride for their resilience that has driven us all. And Palestine will be free from the river to the sea, they will rise up again and every Palestinian child who left their heart in the beautiful lands of Al-Quds will get the chance to return and walk the land the prophets walked and sing in the fields their ancestors were forced to give up and they will be free.

As I grew older I began to realize, the saying Palestinians shouted with such fervor “By soul, by blood, we'll defend you oh al-Aqsa!” is the embodiment of Palestinian resistance and love for their homeland. And now I know love, dignity and courage were born in Palestine, a land that was created for peace but never saw a peaceful day. 

Free Palestine…

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Everyone on tumblr

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Gojo not taking care of brats more

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“… she’s not gonna listen”.

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I’ve been seeing and hearing all the requests for me to finish this 😭😭❤️❤️ I’m so sorry I’ve left you all hanging so badly on Forever In my Heart… this fic has an ending but I’m not happy with it as yet…! I’m going to try my best to put out a new chapter, I promise I’ve been seeing all the DMs about this and I love you guys so much for the love I get on this rubbish fic 😂🥲👀

Forever in my heart - Masterlist

Summary: It had been ten years since you last saw Steve Rogers, unrequited teenage love, an ocean that separated you and loves never forgotten. What happens when you see him again a decade later?

Characters: Steve Rogers x reader, Warnings: Sadness, angst, pining, tears, broken heart all that jazz

A/N: For my @star-spangled-bingo card, the block was Mutual pining. I am not sure how long this is going to be, but I am trying to keep it short and sweet. It is an AU so keep that in mind when reading this. (This was supposed to be a one shot that’s turned into a series *wtf Maya?!*) 

Chapters: I don’t know how many chapters this will be,I’ll see how I feel when writing it. There won’t be a posting schedule, I will post as I finish each chapter (what!? Yes this is the first time I am doing this lol)

PLAYLIST

Chapter One - Homecoming 

Chapter Two - A heartbeat

Chapter Three - Dinner with friends

Chapter Four - Drunken Mistake

Chapter Five - A Confrontation

Chapter Six - Figuring out feelings

Chapter Seven - One call away 

Chapter Eight - Two steps from disaster

Chapter Nine - Disaster 

Chapter Ten - Say Goodbye? - Coming soon-ish…

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suguru at the age of 17: creates his own cult, strong enough to leave his lover and pursue his goals, raise two girls, hair routine’s on point

me at the age of 17:

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Satosugu have my heart.

#The KFC Breakup

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Hi angel, are you on a permanent hiatus? Hope you’re well! Miss you and your writing xx

Hey there. Not a permanent hiatus, took some time off because life kinda got away from me for a bit. Been contemplating a return to my writing but I have no idea where to start or what to write about as of yet.

Seeking that inspiration or prompt that’ll give me something to write about!

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Hey! How are you?? Hope you're doing great. 💖

We miss you on here.

This is like the sweetest thing to come back to. My inbox has so many of these… I’m sorry I abandoned you guys. I can’t promise a come back worthy of the love I’ve always received but imma try.

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What's your A3? archiveofourown

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TŌJI FUSHIGURO [ 甚爾 伏黒 ] ⋆ 

jujutsu kaisen s2 #04. “hidden inventory 4” ⋆  懐玉－肆－

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Opening this app after like a year or so, damn. Is it time to start writing again? New era, new genre? Maybe… maaaaaaybe