#Iwroteathing

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

Guess who's alive!

That's right, it's your friendly neighborhood mcu textpost dude! A lot has changed since I last logged onto this hellsite of a platform almost 4 years ago yikes. I have no clue how this account still manages to gain notes and followers, so to those who are still around (or new), here's an introduction of who I am and what I plan to do with this account:

First things first, hi i'm Myles :3 I'm a 20 yr old queer/trans guy, ex fanfic writer, retired marvel textpost creator, masked men enthusiast, and after all these years, yes I'm still a Stucky simp 😪 I also have a boyfriend!! If you see tags from years ago detailing my yearning for a partner, no you don't :]

My current hyperfixation is Ghost and König from Call of Duty so probably expect a lot of that here + the occasional Stucky/Bucky/Winter Soldier post and maybe some other interests if I feel like it. I haven't written fanfiction in forever but if that changes, I'll use #Iwroteathing as a tag! If you want to read anything I've written in the past, my Ao3 is BetweenTheStars

If you're a minor, racist, lgbt+phobe, conservative/right wing, ED/SH blog, please Do Not Interact with me. I use the block button often and have 0 intentions to respond to dms atm.

Anyways, thanks for reading! I'm glad to be back! Here's a bonus vid of my snail Meep :]

[ithinkthereforiamfandom]

Cake

(AN: I’m craving cake today so Sherlock is too. Not johnlock, just Sherlock being Sherlock. Just posted this on my Patreon but sharing it here too. probably going to put it on my AO3 as well.)

John measured 4 tablespoons of flour into a second mug and sighed at the pedantic git beside him. “Technically sugar is considered a wet ingredient John, it dissolves.” “You don’t have to eat it.” He moved the mug away from himself but a long pale hand slid it back towards him for the requisite 2 tablespoons of cocoa powder. “Mrs Hudson is away, Of course I’ll eat it John, even if you don’t make it correctly.” A cup was placed deliberately on the counter next to him, 4 tablespoons of sugar, 3 each of oil and milk and an egg were all whisked thoroughly in the cup. Sherlock then delicately poured it over the flour mixture and handed the mug back to John who stirred vigorously. 

“You just want cake.” Sherlock rolled his eyes internally as John stated the obvious. He had cleaned the microwave, washed the dishes, and inventoried the pantry… Of course he wanted cake! And with Mrs Hudson away the only option was the ridiculous trend John had found, or Molly had told him about, Mug Cake, it sounded juvenile but the chemistry seemed to work. 2 minutes in the clean - not that John had noticed - microwave. Then they needed to cool and be iced, he wasn’t going to have dry cake. 

John vacated the kitchen with a steaming hot cake in his largest mug. Sherlock had been going on about cooling, and icing, and sprinkles but John couldn’t be bothered until Sherlock sailed passed him 20 minutes later with coffee and a spectacle of confectionery. Coffee coloured buttercream icing had been piped into a towering swirl and… it glittered. “Sherlock?” “It's not like you were going to use it.” “Body glitter does not belong on a cake Sherlock.” “It’s edible.” 

Sherlock smirked to himself as the colour rose in John’s face, he had found the abandoned glitter in the lounge after the Christmas party, it would seem John’s boring girlfriend hadn’t felt obliged to take her gift with her after she left him so he had put it in the kitchen where edible things belonged. “And the piping bag? Did you have to pretend to be a baker for a case?” “Mummy.” “What?” “Mummy taught us both how to bake, though I can’t say she did Mycroft any favours in doing so. He picked up 15 pounds that holiday.” 

John stifled a laugh as Sherlock sank a fork into his cake. Mycroft's weight had always been an issue between the brothers but John could see it now. The brothers as little boys, covered in flour and dropping bits of egg shell as Mrs Holmes tries to corral them or maybe they worked together, possibly for the first and last time in their lives.

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[nuttersinc]

FIC Post: A better Fate than Wisdom: About a Secret (1/1, series), Merlin/Arthur (BBC)

It has been 7 or 8 years since I’ve actively written a fic and posted it, but anyway, here I am, returning to a fandom I have only been lurking around back in 2008 and 2009.

Summary:   

In which Arthur is drunk, Merlin is inconvenienced and secrets are kept, but barely.

The first part in a four-part series for the Merlin/Arthur Kiss Fest 2019. Each part will feature a different season, a different set of kisses and at least one trope :-)

Series Title comes from the e.e.cummings poem "since feeling is first": and kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

MERRY XMAS!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21934189

Here’s the lovely header from the @merthurkissfest​, which you can still join:

[currentlyfangirling99]

This is a poem I have dedicated to suicide awareness and the importance of mental health! I really hope you guys like it and receive a good message from it! Happy poem of the week day!

@heaven-hell-imagines @thegreyruin @assassinwolffreak189 @littleduck46 @jenabean75 @bamcrux @phantomwarrior12 @gabriel-deserved-better @deangetyourheadoutofyourgayass @youhaveaguineapigwhere @imbiowaresbitch @4evamc @poems-and-word @writingmyselfintoanearlygrave

[thatssopaigey]

The truth about recovery

The truth is ,

recovery is hard,really hard,

I know because I’m trying ,

I know that the truth is recovery is a long road ,

and often you travel it alone ,

Recovery It isn’t all about pretty roses and people proving they can change ,

It’s about crawling through brambles ,And then Pulling the thorns from your skin,

It isn’t about an army of people helping you build a cute den,

With fairy lights and colouring books,

It’s about learning to create your own safe space ,

Even in the midst of the hurricane ,

It’s about gritting your teeth ,

And moving forward with a quiet determination ,

It’s about learning to look at the view from where you are ,

Not looking up at the top of the mountain ,

And calculating how far you have left to climb ,

And sometimes recovery is about

Surrounding yourself with good people ,

And good conversations ,

It’s about learning to hold yourself in silence ,

Without feeling the need to fill the void ,

It’s about getting up and deciding to fight ,

Every single day ,

Despite how hard that is ,

You still have to fight even when

The nights feel long ,

And it feels like the sun won’t come up again ,

And you have to continue to make the choice to recover,

When your world feels dark ,

The truth is recovery is hard,

really,really hard ,

But it is worth it

(@thatssopaigey original world)

(Ps. I came second in my college poetry competition with this)

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

It's Fanfiction Author Appreciation Day, so firstly I'd like to wish all the amazing people who write the perfect words which make us want to roll off the bed screaming, and curl up in a corner alternatively - You're all amazing, and just as valid as OC book-authors.

And secondly, I know a lot of wonderful Fanfic authors - in fact, most of them are very great friends of mine - so I shall be tagging in this post as many as I remember! I regret not having a spectacular memory, but I hope you guys will keep adding to my list!

@destielthedeathofme @emmii4 @destielsangel @jimminovak @anna-gram4u @suckerfordeansfreckles @go-live-your-dream-assbutt @whelvenwings @ace-of-black-hearts @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect @jhoomwrites @19agbrown @ohparis @lucile-carter @whimsicallywittywillowfairy3 @i-ship-destiel67 @supernaturaltakeover @anotherwaywardsister @spn-destiel-enthusiast @67btardisstreet @awed-frog @samwincstr @peanutbutterjelly-pie @thehoneybeecastielfollows @destielfluffnstuff @caslikescoffeeandfreckles

YOU'RE ALL GREAT WRITERS, AND HAVE ALWAYS MADE MY DAY BETTER!

[scribblingsoftheheart]

Happy Birthday

Close your eyes

Blow out the candles

Make a wish...

Wish for the past and the way things were

Wish for the fire that burned in your soul

Wish for the naive sense of invincibility

Wish for a truer sense of accomplishment

For a deeper sense of satisfaction

For a mark that clearly says

I

Was

Here

Close your eyes

Make a wish

[apebrain-apera]

TITS

Thoughts of our souls being Tethered

Quickly severed by the harsh reality

That maybe coexisting happily forever

Would always be a facade and never commonality

Introspection highlights my Idiocy

What's the point of glasses if I can't see

That maybe this endeavor wasn't meant to be

So trip to make the fall shorter

And you'll be fine my G

The saying goes it gets better with Time

But how many minutes,days,months,years

New eyes seen,cries and tears of my own

Must pass till I am finally healed

And can remove my cast

Sweet dreams of your Silhouette

Haunt me to this day

I wake in pain begging for you to go away

I try and try

But the tether won't break

Why am I so happy to see your face

It's not real, it's all fake

Consciously fine but sub still shakes

To the movement of your frame

The tempo of your voice

The shine in your eyes

Your touch that made me forget everything around me

I say that I'm fine, but I guess that's not my choice

[j-l-williams]

Where I Linger

My second story bedroom on Meadow Lane

The Cedar Lee theatre downtown in January

Traces of me in Bruno Mars harmonies

Voicemails from the summer before change

I bloom with yellow roses, I sleep with spring rains

You remember how I’ve memorized Dr. Suess

And how it felt when I would’ve done anything for you

This is where I remain

Eyes you’d recognize anywhere so poetically grey

An old soul that carries herself as if she was royalty

Though in personal delusions that's what I believe

I am captured on the artist's end of a camera

Yet few pictures of us remain if any at all

I am carved into the table of Cold Stone

In the smallest things you’ll remember me

~J.L. Williams

[tenalach7324-blog]

The light of the moon caresses my skin and wraps around every inch of me

I can almost taste the kiss of midnight

Thoughts of suicide dance ever so beautifully behind my eyes

I've done it over and over again

Watched the blood trickle down my wrist making a beautiful painting of life,

torture and death and perhaps

even love

I've tied the rope around my neck and slowly faded into nothing

Swallowed pill after pill until I take my last breath

Yet here I am still breathing

To scared of death

And even more so of living

-M.K.T.

[ithinkthereforiamfandom]

This is a link to part 1 of the Cake story that I have shared parts of on this blog already. I will continue sharing it here of course but my Patreons will be a few chapters ahead. I do not currently had a tiered system in place but all support is greatly appreciated in these difficult times. 

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[nuttersinc]

FIC: A Better Fate Than Wisdom: About Truth (4 of 4, series), Merlin/Arthur

Yay - finally the conclusion to my Merlin/Arthur series “A Better Fate than Wisdom” for the @merthurkissfest on Ao3.                                                          

The theme is winter!kisses and the trope was supposed to be huddling  for warmth, but I guess it’s magic reveal!

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur (BBC Merlin) written for the @merthurkissfest‘s third wave: Winter Kisses

Summary:            

“Was everything else a lie, too?” he asked darkly, hating the desperation in his tone, thinking of the friendship he valued so much, of Merlin laughing at his jokes, of fighting side by side and how it had given him strength again and again, knowing that Merlin would always be there, would always choose to stand with him, no matter what. Of Merlin’s soft sob of pleasure, gasped into his mouth as his fingers clawed the small of his back.

*-* Arthur finds out that Merlin has magic.

Conclusion of the series.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22307044

Find Part 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21934189

Part 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22047028

Part 3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22188559

[currentlyfangirling99]

Cope

I always thought revenge

Might make us even

My wounds are fresh

But you still can’t see them

Blinded by your ignorance

As I choke on my despair

There’s nothing to be done

When life just isn’t fair

I tried but you won’t believe me

Headlights wont even help you see me

My hands are cold, but I’m still breathing

Still feeling broke, need to start healing

The memories taunt my dreams

I wish they were never seen

The pain caresses my mind

A solution is what I wish to find

Why won’t it let me forget

All the mistakes that I’ve met

The bandages don’t seem to last

Just get me out of your grasp!

I’m holding on to broken hope

Thinking it will help me cope

But now I’m the fool I see

Because the one you’re seeing, isn’t me…

So I've been feeling depressed lately and I wrote this poem one night when I was caught up in my own thoughts! Please let me know what you guys think! Tagging a few friends here

@youhaveaguineapigwhere @heaven-hell-imagines @sculptorofbeginnings @phantomwarrior12 @xxhalfbloodprincessxx @imbiowaresbitch @charmedbycastiel @deangetyourheadoutofyourgayass @dean-winchesters-bacon

[stimtheline]

So I wrote a Thing...Sometimes The Mighty gets criticized for not having enough Autistic voices, and so I thought maybe I'd try and sway the balance. Anyway, they published me and I'm so excited!!! #autism #autistic #actuallyautistic #autisticexperience #autismpositivity #themighty #published #iwrotethis #iwroteathing #soexcited #ijustwantedtoshare #thanksforlistening #haveagoodnight

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

FROM DARE, TO LOVE (A Destiel Fanfiction)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: "Then, they're not very awesome people, Cas."

Dean and Castiel left the restaurant, at about eight thirty, because the waiter had politely asked them - in different words than exactly those - to either order something or leave, and they'd both had had enough - talking apparently needed a lot of energy, and both of them had respectively tried each other's usual orders, and then a few new items - to be able to have any more.

Castiel had remarked that the night was very beautiful, and Dean had taken this as a request to walk back to Paradise. They were walking back to Paradise, and were a good way away, and Dean's Impala sat in the parking lot of the McDonald's, waiting for Sam to drive away in it. 'He has a key, for emergencies,' Dean had informed Castiel, and Castiel had insisted that their situation did not count as an emergency. So, now, they were walking back, and talking like they'd known each other all their lives, with random questions and random answers, and on baseless topics, which Castiel could only enjoy himself talking about, with Dean.

Dean kicked a pebble, as they walked on the gravel. "I've got another for you. How do you judge a person?"

"What do you mean by 'judge'?" Castiel asked, blatantly.

"Oh, you know," Dean turned to Castiel. "Form a first impression of a person. Where do you begin to look?"

"Eyes, then." Castiel replied, earnestly, turning to face Dean. "They tell a lot about a person."

"On that note, you have beautiful eyes, Cas." Dean piped up.

Castiel netted his eyebrows, casting his eyes downwards. "Thank you, Dean."

"And a little but extremely-gorgeous birdie once told me, that I did too, so," Dean raised his eyebrows, pointedly, referring to the time where stupidly, Castiel had said so. "We're a couple with pretty eyes, Cas. Everyone's going to envy us and our eyes."

"Do you even listen to yourself, when you speak?" Castiel teased, not even caring to stifle the laughter that rolled out of him.

"No, there's like this roaring sound in my ears," Dean grinned broadly, unaffected. "What about you?"

Castiel shook his head. "How do you judge a person?"

"By their cars." Dean replied, immediately.

"What if they're walking?"

"Then, they're not very awesome people, Cas." Dean offered, smirking confidently.

Castiel smiled, in spite of himself. "Dean, you're walking right now."

"I'm different." Dean replied, without missing a beat. "I'm certifiedly awesome."

"How do I argue with a logic like that?" Castiel replied, sarcastically, making Dean smile broadly.

"I've got another," he kicked another pebble. This one went flying, and hit a pole with a clink. "What would you do, if you fell down in public?"

"That's stupid," Castiel folded his arms. "I'd get up, brush myself off, and keep walking."

"Aren't you a genius?"

"I don't think so."

"I meant, what would you do to look like less of a dork?"

Castiel thought about something. "Walk carefully, and not fall, in the first place?"

"No, you've already fallen." Dean argued, like a little kid. "What then?"

"I don't know." Castiel shrugged. "And since you clearly asked the question to set the theme for a joke, what would you do, Dean?" He obliged by asking Dean, who was writhing with the desire to answer

"I'd yell at the people around me, to go save themselves while they can." Dean grinned, largely.

"You'd not really do that." Castiel countered.

"I'll do it tomorrow." Dean retorted. "In the middle of the Lunch hall."

"Okay, okay," Castiel sighed, knowing Dean would 'actually' do it. "But, I have a doubt."

"Yeah?"

"How does that make you any less of a dork, Dean?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Really smart."

"Thank you," Castiel smirked, again, as Dean rubbed the heel of his shoe in the dirt, making a circle. "Okay, I have a question."

"Yes, please." Dean did a little courtesy.

Castiel laughed, as he asked. "What matters the most in a friendship, to you?"

Dean furrowed his eyebrow. "Serious question."

"Yeah, we're past the stage of stupid questions." Castiel nodded, sagely, imitating Dean from before.

"I'll say," Dean thought about it. "The ability to have fun at any point of time."

Castiel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really?"

"Absolutely." Dean raised his eyebrows too. "A friend should not only be able to solve any problems, but also distract you from any dilemmas, and make you feel good, and special, and safe, and happy at any moment of time."

"True." Castiel agreed, casting his eyes downwards, at his moving feet.

"And, I didn't get that out of a Hallmark card." Dean added, with a chuckle.

"I never said you did." Castiel pointed out, and Dean shrugged.

"What about you?" Dean asked. "What do you value the most in a friendship?"

"I agree with what you say," Castiel admitted. "But I'm going to say trust. Actually, faith. One should to be able to completely trust their friend, truth them with the truth, with their hearts, with their lives. They should have faith in the friend's judgement. That's when a friendship can be truly true."

"Now, that could be put on a Hallmark card, Cas." Dean complimented.

Castiel ignored that. "By the way, Dean," Dean turned his head, to face Castiel, as they talked. "By your and my answers, do you really think all your friends make the cut?"

Dean's expression turned evasive, immediately.

"Don't give me a lie." Castiel interrupted.

"To be completely truthful," Dean sighed, after a moment of silence, where the sounds of their shoes - especially Dean's hunting boots - were the only sounds to be heard. "They don't. And you know what, Cas? I never thought that they did, ever. They don't need to, they're not that kind of friends, they're just..people I hangout with."

"Your friends."

"People I hangout with needn't be my friends." Dean corrected. "Some of them are. Benny, and Jo, and Sam, they're like the only friends, I have, going by our definitions of friends. The rest of them are just, people I know, people who I mo-"

"Because if you didn't, you'd be like me." Castiel cut him off, a slight frown in place. Not directed at Dean, but the bitter truth. "Because if you didn't 'hangout' with all those people, you'd not be popular. You'd be a weird ja-"

"Cas." Dean cut him off, again. "No. No. I do not- That's not the case."

"That is exactly the case." Castiel turned his head from Dean, his hands dug in his pockets.

"Okay, maybe it is, but Cas, I don't do it consciously. I don't need to be popular, not for my sake, it just happens, and I just-"

"You don't need to explain yourself to me."

"But, I want to."

"I don't need any explanation." Castiel repeated. "I know you're not an attention-craving dick, or a se-"

"How do you know that, if you didn't let me explain?" Dean challenged.

"Because of today." Castiel frowned. "So, I know you're not one of those. I just don't get why you carry the weight of that identity, nonetheless. Portray yourself like tha-"

"I've got used to it. I can't change."

"You don't want to."

"I do-"

"You needn't."

"Then, what is this about?"

"A very simple thing." Castiel faced Dean once more, unable to read Dean in spite of staring into Dean's eyes, clearly. "By your own definition of friendship, there are people around you who you call a 'friend', but who don't qualify. And, you are thus, lying to yourself."

There was a length of silence. Again.

"Are you saying all this, because you care for me?" Dean asked, suddenly. "You don't want me to get hurt."

"Of course, I don't." Castiel frowned, again. "We're friends, Dean."

Dean's smile was crooked. "By my definition, we definitely are." He almost dared Castiel with his next words, "Are we friends by yours?"

"Yes." Castiel replied, firmly. "Yes, we are."

Dean smiled suddenly. "Thank you, Cas. 'That pleases me, greatly.'" He added, imitating Castiel's dialogue from often before.

"I don't say it like that," Castiel objected.

"Oh, sorry, you say it like this." He cleared his throat, and then begun in a thick voice, lower than his own. "'That pleases me greatly'."

"Shut up." Castiel looked away, blushing slightly.

"Hey, turn your face towards me!" Dean complained. "I wanna look at you, as I talk to you."

"What?" Castiel smiled, almost startled.

"What?" Dean defended. "Sue a guy for speaking his mind. You're really good-looking, especially when you're blushing."

"I'm not blushing," Castiel protested, blushing even more.

"Okay," Dean agreed, cheerfully, annoying Castiel even more.

"Don't say it like that!" Castiel complained. "I'm really not blushing."

"Okay." Dean said, in a high falsetto.

"That's not what I meant by not saying it like 'that'."

"Okay." Dean repeated, in the same voice he'd used before, which was 'supposed' to be Castiel's voice.

"You're ridiculous," Castiel gave up, kicking a pebble himself, as they walked, and turned to the Castiel's home street. They were five minutes away, now, from the gates of Paradise.

"Okay." Dean laughed. Castiel joined in, his eyes not leaving Dean's, for even a moment.

***

A/N: Hello, readers! I hope all of you are doing amazing! This chapter was kind of a filler, so sorry, but there's good times coming up! I can't believe the date went on 3+ chapters, and it's gonna go a couple more. Don't blame me, blame tumblr and stupid 100 block text limit.

I'm going to dedicate this chapter to a very dear friend, @the-devils-date who's utterly awesome, and though we don't talk much, she means a lot to me as a fellow supernatural fan! Not to mention, she's a very supportive reader of his fan fiction, and her comments always make my day! Love you, Nav, keep being amazing.

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Wow, my taglist's gotten huge! ENTRIES ARE STILL OPEN, THOUGH. Some of you may have noticed that I'm tagging in the text after a very long time, but my internet is miraculously amazing today, so I'm gonna exploit it! See you soon, and hope you have a wonderful day, you wonderful people! Love, Sheya. Keep it sailing.

[letsseehowthiswritingthinggoes]

Short Story #1

(First things first, feedback is ALWAYS appreciated, because what even is writing. Second things second, I don’t super know what I’m doing with this story, but if you wanna read, go ahead. Not a particular fandom, just my children- I mean OCs.)

“Hey, dad.”

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“Today’s the day,” Danielle mutters to themself, pacing across the room. They throw themselves into the bed, tossing the covers over their head. They feel their chest, remembering the agony of having something there.

“Indeed! Today is your ‘Coming of Age: Coming Out Day!’“ Rory chirps, waving her hands in a dramatic, theater kid way. Today was the day that the two had been planning for months now. Danielle wanted, needed for their dad to know the truth. The whole truth.

Danielle cringes, peaking their head above the sheets. “Ew gross. Have you been waiting all this time just to say that?”

Danielle was fully aware that Rory had just been trying to make light of the situation. She’d been there every step of the way. She remembers the late night calls and the empty eyes. She remembers the talks about things that she’d never fully understand. She remembers the night when Danielle had told their mom.

“Non-binary.”

A foreign word to mom. A new word to Rory, but one she’d accepted nonetheless. 

“I came up with it a few years ago actually.”

“Oh gods.”

To Danielle’s delight, Rory chuckled softly, looking away to cover her smile. Danielle never understood why she did her best to hide. Perhaps it’d be something she’d never understand.

Rory sits up in the bed to grab her hot chocolate. She carefully takes a sip out of her lavender mug. 

“Are you nervous?”

“Should I be? I mean, I think...I hope he’ll be okay with it all,” They run their hands across their face exasperatedly, “He isn’t mom. He’s different and he loves me, right?”

Rory furrows her eyebrows, facing her partner. Her eyes fill with sadness seeing the confusion and worry on Danielle’s face. 

“He loves you and even if it doesn’t go as planned, there are many people that love you for you,” she whispers as Danielle fiddles with the creases of the bed sheets.

A few seconds of contemplating pass before Danielle looks up replying, “You think so?”

Rory places the empty mug down, revealing her partner’s forehead before placing her lips upon it.  

“I know so, lovely.”

“Fuck. We sound cheesy as hell,” they say and both kids fill the tense air with laughter, Rory quickly covering her delight with her sleeve.

“Y’know what else is cheesy?” Rory asks.

The door burst in, revealing a very excited girl holding two boxes of pizza and a guy looking around nervously whispering, “Lyla, everyone’s sleeping. Please don’t-”

“What’s up nerds! Guess who got a discount at the pizza place because her brother knows someone who knows someone!?”