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[goldrushrunning]

i hate chat fics

i hate them so much

[fortherecordimawareofthat]

I posted 18,827 times in 2022

44 posts created (0%)

18,783 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ms-demeanor

@timedeo

@growing-yet-into-magic

@evilneo

I tagged 213 of my posts in 2022

#traumacore - 83 posts

#food - 13 posts

#rb bait - 9 posts

#long post - 7 posts

#theseus.txt - 3 posts

#repitition - 3 posts

#prev tags - 3 posts

#read later - 3 posts

#bugs - 3 posts

#check out later - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like im hesitant to agree because i have no context on what genre of photography they are talking about but dont post pictures of people on

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me: *sees notification post* "Oh, 2notes, from who??" *sees you*

O_O -> (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Fr, do you know for how long I've been waiting for this?? It's you and one other mutual I keep interacting, and when you guys interact back I'm like "YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS, THEY LIKE ME BAAAAACCCCKKKK!!"

(This is awkward as heck, I know, just wanted to let you know you made me very happy right now!!)

I'm glad to know you are very happy that i interacted with you!

2 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#4

can you tag those traumacore/dreamcore/whatever the heck those liminal space edit things with the black shadows are they really freak me out

I went back and tagged all the untagged traumacore stuff as "traumacore" (without the " things next to the word)! I'll tag any sorta traumacore thing as traumacore from now on so be sure to filter that tag if you haven't already anon. Thank you for letting me know I should tag them.

2 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#3

i know this might be stupid but i wanna make something in relation to my asexuality and trauma? Because I've gone through so much shit and I've been traumatized for being asexual, I've been ab*sed for being asexual and like. I dont know. is it stupid for me to wanna just like. publically make a thing about this stuff? and like. i dont know.

3 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#2

i wrote a tales from the smp: the maze fanfic! more chapters coming out soon its a multichapter series! lets hope tumblr doesn't break when i send the link.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37062922

13 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I am very very. embarrassed. that Im doing this but. I am a queer neurodivergent teen in an abusive situation. I am 17 and I need money to be able to escape my parents, I have no way of making money to save up for my escape other than this so.

money please. Reblog if you cant donate please.

32 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[lakeinstillness]

remember when suicide baiting was an actual big deal about 5 years ago and if you told someone to kill themselves that was treated as a fucked up thing to do. nowadays people dont care and its absolutely because suicide jokes have normalized it.

I hate that the comedy has shifted in the past few years and now one of the top ten jokes is just "wouldnt it be funny if I told a suicide joke? because this content is cringe or because Im depressed lol lmao XD so random or this politician sucks or this blogger sucks?" Ive been using tumblr for a long time and the greater tumblr population didnt used to joke about suicide to this extent. there were still jokes but cmon. this is just 4chan level humor made mainstream.

this is just more rage at the endlessness of it all. how some bloggers will tag posts that only mention food and dont even show it, but the suicide joke goes untagged. like how Ive been forced for the past three years to get tougher skin, to deal with these jokes before I could even process my grief because tumblr is ridden with these jokes.

if nothing else I just want people to tag it better. its one thing if its a blog that doesnt tag anything ever, but if someone tags common triggers but ignores the blatant suicide mention? Im tired. people will say dark humor isnt for everyone then make it so that I can never trust following a new person online because even if I scroll 10 or 20 pages through their blog and dont see a suicide joke, theres never a guarantee they wont reblog an untagged one later anyway. which has happened to me.

Im just ranting. this has been on my mind a lot recently. Ive already said it but you cant just tell me to block tags and words because I have a mile long filter but it cant catch everything. people dont tag images, which my filter has no chance of catching without people tagging them. I still have to add new tags and phrases every now and then because there's so many ways to phrase a kms and kys joke.

social media isnt a safe place despite the effort I put into it and its disheartening. Im waiting for when the trend moves on and people stop finding the joke as funny. Im not holding out hope for it to be soon.

the normalization of people saying kys jokes is plain cruel tbh like maybe Im a snowflake or whatever lol but the way people will casually tell complete strangers to kill themselves over minor disagreements is astonishing. this isnt about bigots or other completely awful people being told this, just people who are perceived as annoying to someone else. do you ever read what you say to people or think about what youre doing. why are you telling someone to kill themselves just because you thought their comment was a little annoying? do you reflect on why you treat strangers this way? why youre so casually vitriolic?

the way suicide jokes have become so normalized is honestly horrible and Im sorry to everyone out there who is triggered by them. it is so difficult to escape them even with every single tag and phrase blocked and filtered that I can think of.

[liquidstar]

i dont have a blacklist because most of the things i need tagged are considered common anyway, but i realize that not everyone knows tumblr tag etiquette for one reason or another, so i thought id make a little mini-guide to help people out.

ironically this post will be untagged because the point is for people to see it and prevent future distress for people who might have otherwise seen the posts. but i WILL be mentioning big triggers so please scroll past this really quickly or press J to skip the post altogether to avoid it if you need to!! 

first of all here is what you should always tag by default even if no one specifically asked you to 

abuse (specify the type in a second tag if possible)

any and all types of bigotry (homophobia, transphobia, racism, misogyny/sexism, antisemitism, ableism etc.). this applies whether it’s a discussion of the topic or someone actually being bigoted and you/someone else replying

politics, especially those concerning the above (unless that’s what your blog is about!)

pedophilia 

rape 

incest 

(irl) death (especially suicide) 

blood and gore (again, unless thats what your blog is about)

reblog bait (note: reblog bait means “reblog or else ___”, not “reblog with your favoirte color”, that should be tagged as “reblog games” if someone needs it blacklisted as well)

slurs, but make sure not to type it and instead tag it using the first letter. ex. “d slur”

epilepsy warning or gif warning, for really fast moving/flashy gifs and videos

those are the basics, anything else would be something your followers ask you to tag. lets move on to how to triggertag

use //, /, -, and “tw” or “cw”, these are the “common” things to use for triggertags and post people will have already had them covered. unfortunately we cant seem to agree on a single unified way to do it.

leaving it with nothing at the end to signify its for blacklisting is perfectly fine too, and its easier. the only downside is it may look weird if it ends up on your blog’s searchbar (but if you dont post about it a lot it shouldn’t be an issue)

DO NOT end the tag with an ungodly amount of slashes, that may have worked for the OLD filtering system but not the new one! one or two slashes is considered the “normal” amount. 

DO NOT have a unique way you triggertag your posts, youd be forcing every new follower to go and blacklist all their triggers a second time just because you wanted to use “~~~” to look more aesthetic

if a post doesnt really discuss one of the major triggers but does mention them, add “mention” to the end of the tag, ex. “death mention”

hopefully this will not only help people with tagging stuff but also save some people from seeing things they’d really rather not. and remember, nobody’s perfect! i’ve forget to tag things every now and then too, especially in heated posts! you’re not a bad person for not being perfect at tagging, don’t worry, this is just a guide to help out, nothing more

[dabblinginmarvel]

Halloween at the Tower

Request: how about a quick little ditty about the reader sprucing up avenger's tower for halloween? :D

Plot: Reader decorates the Tower for Halloween.

A/N: Happy Halloween!

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 162

Short Imagine #244

Title: Halloween at the Tower

Everyone had been busy. And tomorrow was Halloween, but nothing had been done. So you decided to do it yourself.

Decorations. There hadn’t been any put up and it felt empty without having Halloween decorations up. You pulled out boxes, some of your own, and began putting things up. Strings of light, bookshelf pumpkins, you name it. you even went as far as to make Halloween cookies. The premade ones, because that was all you had the time for.

When the team began to filter in, they were greeted with New York-style Halloween decorations. They marveled at the friendly pumpkin shapes and ghost shapes and small gravestones with goofy phrases on them.

“You did all this today?” Natasha asked, approval in her smile.

“Yeah. Things just didn’t feel right without putting up decorations.”

“Well, they look great,” added Steve. You beamed.

“Anyone want to join me in carving pumpkins? I picked a few up when I got the cookies.”

Hands shot up.

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Masterlist

Permanent Tag List (please alert me if you change your username, want to be tagged for only one character, or if you want to be untagged): @abbybills22, @breezy1415, @coffeebooksandfandom, @cxptain-americaa, @deceivedeer, @dreamer821, @everything-but-the-not-natural, @elxrini, @fangirling-equestrian, @feelmyroarrrr, @hellomissmabel, @httpmcrvel, @iamwarrenspeace, @kudosia, @m4df4n, @marrvelle-fics, @mindlessnerd89, @ms-cellanies, @mylittlefandomfanfictions, @space-helen, @susiejustsusie, @tea-with-loki, @thisismysecrethappyplace, @wkndfrvr, @wxnchestervevo (tag list is open!!)

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Reminder, if your name is not linked and you are not getting notifications you have been tagged, please refer to this guide here: https://dabblinginmarvel.tumblr.com/post/168371559776/strikethroughs-i-cant-tag

[katbird787]

At Last (part 10)

Bucky x Reader

Word count: ~1600

A/n: It’s been so long, writers block has gotten the best of me so here’s hoping that posting this will give me the push needed to continue 

Summary: Reader was captured and experimented on by HYDRA, until rescued by the Avengers

Warnings: Vague mentions of torture.

Part 9

No! Stop!

I curl into myself, sobbing. Begging.

I don’t know what you want!

Please!

I don’t know!

Shooting up in bed, gasping, breaths coming short.

Only then I notice James crouched by my bed, one hand on my leg, the other now held up peacefully.

Bucky’s POV

God, she looks so vulnerable.

Hair stuck to her skin. Eyes wide. Breaths coming in gasps.

Rubbing her leg soothingly, I try to assure her that she is safe, but she scoots herself up in bed, so far that I’m worried she will fall off the other side, trying to curl in on herself.  

I know that’s the last thing that she should do, so I keep a solid, steady, pressure on her leg. Trying to divert her attention away from her traitorous mind, keeping her grounded in the present. Eventually she darts her eyes to mine, and I smile, trying to make it reach my eyes. Assuring her that she is safe.  

She swallows, brows furrowed, eyes finally focusing on mine.

I see a glint of recognition; taking that as a sign, I continue to rub random patterns on her leg.  

Ever so slowly I see her lose the haunted look in her eyes as she returns to the present, and with one last shuddering gasp, her breathing evens out.  She gently relaxes under my touch, and I cant help the swell of pride that blooms in my chest that I’m the one helping. For once.

Y/n POV

Swimming slowly back to the present, I register James’ hand on my leg. Thankfully grounding me, providing more comfort that he knows. As I regulate my breathing, I hear him speak, but am unable to hear exactly what he says. Too focused on lessening the roar of blood in my ears.  

Eventually I calm my heart and my mind, and can pay attention to what he is saying.

“What do you need?” he asks earnestly.

I give a meek shrug of my shoulders as I slide back down in bed; facing him, but trying to ignore him all the same.

His hand reaches out to me, I try to suppress the flinch (poorly) But he just brushes the hair off of my face and stands to leave.

Instinctually, my hand darts out to grasp his wrist, preventing him from leaving.  I shoot him a pleading look, begging him to read my mind: Please stay.

Bucky’s POV

The look that she gives me cuts me to the core. Of course I’ll stay. But how? Do I presume to get under the covers, or just lie on top? Or does she want me to sleep on the couch?  

As these thoughts race through my mind, I vaguely feel myself nodding “OK”

At my response, I can see the relief wash through her body, as she scoots over and pulls down the blankets; inviting me in. I kick off my house shoes, and gingerly climb into bed. As we settle in, I can see the second thoughts cloud her eyes.

Clearing my throat “I can go; you won’t hurt my feelings.”

She’s quick to shake her head, so I take a chance, and tuck hair behind her ear and slowly bring my hand to her smaller one. Lacing my fingers through hers.

Y/N POV

What the hell are you thinking Y/n? You have only known him like 36 hours.  Granted he saved your life, and has made me feel some semblance of safety.  But still.

Yet here we are.

Holding hands. My left. His right.  

His thumb gently brushes the back of my knuckles; he gives a small smile, and closes his eyes in an attempt to sleep.

I take in his appearance. Hair messy with sleep, dark circles under his eyes, hinting that he was already awake when he heard my screams. Scruff litters his cheek, and I fight the urge to bring my hand up to feel it.  Plump lips parted, breathing deeply.

It’s unusual for me to fall back asleep after a nightmare, but with the nearness of another, and the heat radiating off of James, I slowly succumb to a dreamless sleep.=

~~ 

Waking up, I roll over to an empty bed. Not surprising, when I glance at the clock.  Nearly 9 A.M. Unused to sleeping so late, I am a little disoriented when I first get out of bed.  Heading up to the kitchen, I find it mostly empty. Clint seems to be struggling, as I am, to open his eyes. A large cup of coffee in front of him.  He mumbles a sleepy greeting as I pour myself an equally large cup and pull the newspaper toward me.  As I slowly wake up, I peruse the paper in hopes of learning what I missed.  

I missed a lot.

Too much.  

Shoving the paper away, I stand and walk out of the kitchen, shoulders slumped.

Explore.

That should prove a diversion.

Entering the elevator I press the number for the lab, and sip on my coffee as it descends to the designated floor.  The doors slide open, and I am met with sounds of machinery clanking, and a heated discussion.  Slowly making my way to the voices, I peer around the threshold and see Tony talking animatedly, apparently trying to convince Bruce of the merit of his idea. Bruce looked less than certain of his claims.  

“We know you’re there, Y/n” Tony says in the middle of his speech, resuming his previous argument, as if he never addressed me at all.  Blushing, I stepped forward into the lab and parked myself in a seat opposite the men.

“I just don’t know, Tony.” Bruce sighed, as he pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes.  Taking one more look at the schematic, he mumbled to himself and walks off to another station.

Tony spares me a glance over the computer monitor; hazel eyes meeting mine. Appraising. Thinking.  

They flash back to the screen and continue with his work. “Do you want to know what we’re working on?” He asks.

Nearly choking on my coffee at being addressed, I spluttered. Real smooth. Meeting his eyes again, I nodded minutely, and that was enough encouragement for him to go into a tangent about polarities and the magnetic properties of a part of his suit. While most of it flew over my head, I was grateful that someone wasn’t treating me with kid gloves. He eventually trailed off, caught back up in his research to be bothered by company, and I took that as my cue to leave.  As I reach the door, I glance back and see both men looking at me.  I toss them a small wave and a half smile, as I walk out. Hearing their conversation get heated again, as soon as I am out of the room.  

In the elevator, I press the floor for the gym, figuring some of them would be training since it is still morning. Stepping out on into the gym, I see several members of the team are there. Nat is sparring with Sam, bringing him to the mat with a wicked thigh move. Damn, I need to learn how to do that.  Sam stands up with a disgruntled comment, something about how if he had wings it would have been different.  Wanda is in the corner, swirls of red mist surrounding her, as she intermittently wraps different members in a type of shield.  Giggling to herself when their opponent’s attack is foiled. She senses my presence, and gives me a small wave. Never once breaking the concentration on her powers.  

My eyes finally land on Steve and James, who are sparring, as well.  Powers to be reckoned with.  When an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. I sit on the sidelines with my still mostly full, if somewhat cool, coffee, and observe.

After 20 or so minutes, everyone decided to call it, and they walked to edge of the gym where I was sitting. They all offer me quiet greetings, which I return with small, but genuine smiles. As they file out of the gym to get cleaned and changed for the day, I decide to head to the common room, despite the strong desire to sequester myself in my room for the rest of the day.  Settling into a corner of one of the sofas, I turn on the TV and find a cooking show. I hear the elevator arrive, and unconsciously tense, immediately realizing that I’m safe, and attempt to relax.  I’m desperately curious to know who it is, but force myself to keep my eyes on the television. The new arrival rummages around the kitchen before heading toward the living area.  As he walks around the couch and sees me curled into the corner, he stops and takes a second glance, before he settles in beside me.  Sparing a glance, I see James looking at me, so I shoot him a smile, which he returns, and turns back to the TV, but not before offering to share his snack with me.

The rest of the team filters in and I spend an enjoyable day listening to the debates and good-natured bickering of the others about what to watch and what to eat.

As the day comes to a close, I try to slip out, but all of the team seems to notice and bid me good night. Blushing I give them a wave and head to my room.  Once there I change clothes and throw in load of laundry, before settling into bed to watch more TV.

Thinking back over my second full day at the tower.  It was…unexpectedly enjoyable.  Contentment radiates out of me, as my eyes slip shut.

Part 11   “At Last” Masterlist

Masterlist

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