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[rmspeltzfarm]

This WALL better last

This WALL Better Hold UP! check out the video

[bbyboybucket]

Do you guys think that Bucky and Steve have to take vitamin and mineral supplements? Bc most the general population is deficient of several vitamins in general and can’t get enough from food sources, but a super soldier with a much higher metabolism would need even higher than the amount for a normal person. So without supplements, they’d be pretty deficient right?

[fandomfluffandfuck]

So I had an edible. And I thought what if Dom Bucky had Steve draw a self portrait of his own cock so that he could keep a picture of his sweetheart in his wallet. Steve sees Bucky take paper out of said wallet and show it Clint. Is Bucky really showing Clint Steve’s cock?! He doesn’t know and it makes Steve squirm and blush.

Clint? Clint licks his lips as his eyes shoot over to Steve.

And then they all take edibles and fuck lol

I couldn't stop thinking about this during my commute today. Like, there's something about this. I'll admit I was thinking about it in a less smutty way and more like crack-treated-seriously, though. I still very much like the idea, don't get me wrong!

So, Bucky demands that Steve draw a self-portrait... of his dick. For him. And Steve grumbles a little about it. First of all, he's embarrassed by the thought of anyone knowing he's spent a few hours by himself staring at his dick, trying to capture it on paper. There's something about it that makes heat rise on the back of his neck. It's sounds so self-absorbed. Second, his stubborn streak rears its head when he snips back that he is not going to spend so much time drawing something for Bucky just for him to ruin it with his jizz, jerking off with it in-hand.

Bucky scoffs, he has respect for the arts! Especially Steve's arts! He's not gonna jerk off over it. It's just a reminder. Like the pictures he never got to have of Steve when he was deployed before Steve (thanks, homophobia). If it would make Steve feel better, though, he smiles smugly, he could frame it.

The heat over the back of Steve's neck spreads upward over his cheeks. Yeah, okay, not that. Whatever else, just no frames. The only thing worse than anyone stumbling upon the information would be seeing the evidence.

It's not until after Steve's handed it over that it occurs to Steve that, hey, wait--why do you need a reminder? You know you can have a look (or a feel 😏) whenever you want, right?

Bucky is all too happy to take him up on that offer, pleased as punch to have both a drawing and an invitation presented on a silver platter 😈 poor Stevie, lmao. The blackmail is just piling up, isn't it? Haha

[faerietea]

welcome to strawberry ranch 🍓🌿🍓🌿 ↳ og shell by carinabeth on the gallery

[bieurekabarnes]

A thought I had: I imagine that after the snap, everybody was alone. Like, I just imagine that the space they went to after was vast and no one really knew where anyone else was.

So, imagine, Sam was alone when he got dusted. He wakes up in that space and there’s not another soul for miles. After a few minutes of despair, as one should have, he gets up and starts walking.

He doesn’t even know where he’s walking to, or who he’ll run into, but part way through (I don’t believe there were nights/days so it’s all just one large day) he starts to feel this tug in his gut.

(A young, young part of him thinks of his Titi and how she’d tell stories of a red string of fate, always leading you to your “one”, no matter how twisted or knotted it is.)

He follows this gut tug, hoping beyond hope that it leads him to someone, anyone, at this point because he’s been alone for days? Weeks? He doesn’t understand time here.

Next thing he knows, he sees a shadow in the distance. More of a silhouette. Either way, the more it became clearer, the more Sam realized, it was a person!

So, naturally, he speeds up his pace a little more, but he also makes sure he keeps his wits about him the closer they get.

Now, imagine, the relief that washes over Sam, the way his shoulders drop, and tears almost come to his eyes as he sees a shiny glint towards the left side of the person.

Imagine the warm feeling in his chest as he gets closer and sees the medium length brown hair that desperately needs to be cut, but he won’t say anything because it does look good.

Imagine how his knees must get weak as Bucky realizes it’s Sam and starts running faster towards Sam. They narrowly miss tumbling to the ground as they embrace.

They have a heartfelt reunion and Sam realizes, as he stands next to Bucky, looking out at the orange horizon, that even if they don’t find another single person in this expansive place, he has Bucky.

And that’s all that he could need for now.

[the-babygirl-polls]

Troy Barnes - Community

Propaganda:

Troy is the biggest silliest babygirl out there, he’s not really smart but he’s really kind and caring of his friends. The group actively protects Troy and Abeds friendship. Troy has a profound relationship with everyone in the group. He saw a dead person and was super traumatized by it but when he found out the dead person made a mixtape he called them a gangster

Other Additions:

He’s just the babiest girl ever

[atlas-the-bastard]

Not me falling in love with another dark haired, gay as hell, traumatised, sassy/sarcastic/dramatic fictional boy who only wears black clothes.

[eatingstringcheese]

debating doing kinktober this year....

[blessyouhawkeye]

killing the darkling was a smart move because ben barnes attempts to do both archie renaux's brooding pining and paddy gibson's charismatic charm while managing to be less successful than both of them

[moss-sprouted]

everyone should get a little treat for fun

my little treat should be me being allowed to buy as many books as i want for free

[hermit-writes]

You Make Sense of the Devil

Summary

A ghost from the BAU past reappears and drags up unfinished business for Aaron Hotchner. The ripples are enough to call back missing team members and spread well beyond the circle of his influence.

Tags

James “Bucky” Barnes/Emily Prentiss

Timeline What Timeline, MCU fusion, Criminal Minds fusion, Implied Past Non-Con, liberties were taken with the legal system, Case Fic, International Fanworks Day 2023, No One Is Okay, canon typical trauma, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Excerpt

The team settles on the plane and even the tight quarters cannot mask how few they are. They’ve been whittled down to a functional core, but when it’s just them the masks slip. Reid still carries his sadness along with his chess board and all of Garcia’s extravagance in pink cannot hide that she is missing her heart.

“What’s so urgent that it couldn’t wait until the morning briefing?” Rossi asks. There’s no bite in the words and he leaves plenty of space for friendly ribbing about being interrupted mid-cookery or other activities.

Hotch doesn’t take the bait.

“New York Metro police has a string of daytime murders they want us to look into. 22 caliber bullets. On the stroke of noon.”

Reid sits up. “Did they find the tarot card?”

Somewhere in that big brain of his, those two pieces of information were enough to bring back the case, complete with notes, observations, profiles and the things they withheld from the press. Things it took four bodies for the local LEOs to string together.

“They did, but it seems to be a different card. No one made the connection until tonight. The New York field office called me as soon as Metro contacted them. DHS is also inbound.”

“That’s a whole lot of three letter acronyms throwing weight around.”

“No kidding.” Hotch pulls the handful of manilla folder from his bag. He hands out the crisp new copies, but keeps the slightly yellowed original from 2008. “Rossi, I want you at Federal Plaza. We need to make sure information gets shared. We won’t have time for glory hounding.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one liaising?”

“I—” Hotch stops, reflexively touches his left ear. It’s still tender in the pressurized cabin. “I would rather not,” he says at last.

“Understood.” Rossi nods in reassurance. “I’ll take Reid with me.”

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[dailypolnareff]

Patio - Roof Extensions

[coralsgrimes]

Benny Boy challenging Florence Foster Jenkins at the Troubadour open mic night | part x

[orcelito]

I played stardew valley for about 6 hours straight

😐

[pseuddamntired]

Excellent excellent photo. Not sure if I like the misalignment of the top cat or not.

Like, come on, tuxedo cat, just a little to the left. C’mon, c’mon!

Barn cats wash themselves on a fence, New Jersey, 1982 - by Walter Chandoha (1920 - 2019), American

[hermit-writes]

You Make Sense of the Devil

Summary

A ghost from the BAU past reappears and drags up unfinished business for Aaron Hotchner. The ripples are enough to call back missing team members and spread well beyond the circle of his influence.

Tags

James “Bucky” Barnes/Emily Prentiss

Timeline What Timeline, MCU fusion, Criminal Minds fusion, Implied Past Non-Con, liberties were taken with the legal system, Case Fic, International Fanworks Day 2023, No One Is Okay, canon typical trauma, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Excerpt

The hand of the watch stuttered as it ticked forward. Of course it did. The cheap, quartz-driven mechanism wasn’t up to the degree of atomic precision the Mission deserved. The watches had been bought in bulk from overseas two corporate shell-games ago. Untraceable, carrying no zombie-link to snitch on them and expose their location. There would be time for that later. Much later. He wondered if he would be there to witness it. A selfish wish.

“Head down, shoulders up. Don’t fidget. Don’t draw attention. You’re no-one. You are everyone. You’re the City. You belong where they don’t.”

The gun in his hand is heavy. As carefully coated in anonymity as the rest of him, it was small, disposable. Heavy. As the seconds tick the implications piled up, a leaded drape of doubts. Weakness. Too late now.

The stroke of noon echoed in tandem with the crack of his gun. One bullet. One dead.

Make them feel it.

We’re here.

---

“Yes. Are you sure?”

Hotch hears the thin electronic voice through the government-approved landline. But he’s really listening to his own voice, saying these same words across a gulf of years. The desk under his fingers feels like bone instead of polished wood. Vertebrae doused with arterial bleed, desperation and the screaming din of smoke in air.

“We’re on our way.”

Compartmentalizing. Part of himself takes notes, grabs his go bag from its transient home beneath his desk. The mountain of paperwork will await another night, to be brought home while Jack sleeps. While Jack talks about his day at school and of all the bright things out in his world, where sometimes his Dad can follow but never, quite, Hotch.

Phone trees ring into the night, calling back the team, to rip them from the shreds of their lives. again. Hotch walks down to the file storage. There was one more thing he needed before the flight.

The other parts of Aaron Hotchner walk along the sour-coffee and ink ghost of Jason Gideon, and the raw burnt edges of Elle’s memory, along with all those he’d lost to this unit before. All those who got away.

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