#change your icon at the very least and if you wanna lurk and nothing else just put in the lil info box that you're a lurker?

[danikatze]

I blocked nearly 200 spam bot blogs (or whatever you call them) yesterday and I have 200+ more to scan through now.. I feel really bad if I blocked someone who wasn't a fake blog, but I don't have the mental capacity to check whether a blog is real or not.

[deathfm]

(  margaret qualley.  nineteen.  she/her.  )   everything’s fine,  WEDNESDAY ADDAMS,  you’re in the good place!  do you remember your last days in  THE ADDAM’S FAMILY VALUES? but don’t worry, your  ( chipped black nail polish, a sweet smile that promises nothing good, hollowness in her dark eyes, a dark monotone )  will fit perfectly with the rest of the good place, so long as you commit to the  MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL  despite your tendency to commit to  ( apathy )  that the architect of the good place said you were. it’ll just be like a fun acting exercise! just play along and everything will continue to be fun. (  pepper.  twenty three.  est.  she/her)

ABOUT THE MUN.  gay in the house and i’m in the house gay

hey bitch, do you really, really, really wanna go hard? hello all! my name is pepper. i meant to do this intro bit a bit earlier but i got very distracted by dr. stone so i apologize for that! i am also going to apologize in advance because i 1. have not rped in like three weeks and frankly you’re gonna be able to tell, i am very rusty and 2. i haven’t been in a multifandom rp.... in at least like a year, so i’m also very rusty at that! that said i freaking love the good place and i could not pass up this opportunity! if anyone has watched the show and wants to cry with me over jason mendoza,,,, hit your girl up. that said omg okay a bit about me: i say omg, like, and literally way too often, so sorry about that in advance. i’m also very canadian, which probably explains all the apologizing sdkjsdk. i work in a grocery store so i’m technically essential which means i will be disappearing semi often to do long ass shifts at work (rip) but i’m almort always lurking on mobile or discord so pleathe,,, hmu. and finally plotting and exchanging headcannons and things? my freaking lifeblood. i live for that shit. please talk to me, i’m beggin’. okay sdkjdskj now onto some stuff about everybody’s favourite goth girl, ms wednesday addams. 

CHARACTERIZATION.  sorry for being a dark sorcerer. as if its my fault.

okay, if you’ve ever watched any addam’s family content... i am really not deviating much from that. the daughter of a rather eccentric morbid family who grew up rather eccentric and morbid herself. has always had a facination with death that she now just gets to nurture in this environment (although lowkey wednesday is kind of dissapointed by the whole set up i’m not gonna lie). you get the vibe.

died in 1993! the height of rock and roll, pop boy bands, and chokers. 

definitely lowkey thinks that she’s a disappointment to her family for ending up in the good place in the first place. will be thrilled when it’s eventually revealed that this is the bad place. or well, as thrilled as wednesday gets. 

wednesday addams is a demigirl and you can’t change my mind. honestly considering making her straight agender tbh, because that just seems like fact to me. 

a bisexual icon. hates everybody but hates everybody equally. will fuck your shit up if you’re misogynistic, homophobic or racist. let me direct y’all to this video cause this is fact. 

kind of an arsonist honestly. loves to set things aflame. definitely did indeed set her summer camp on fire. is pretty proud of it. 

lowkey will miss her family so much while up here. she never really had friends outside of her family, like not real genuine ones. wednesday’s never really truly been on her own until the afterlife and she’s honestly a bit unsettled by it. won’t let it show in the slightest though, honestly you’d be sure pressed to see wednesday’s veil of indifference break for even a moment. that said, she definitely misses pugsley and lurch the most even though she’ll never admit it. might get lonely enough to actually attempt to find herself a friend we’ll see. 

truly a little bit witchy, but like regular person witchy considering wednesday never had any powers in cannon and certainly doesn’t now. will do a seance in her place to attempt to see if she can reach the mortal realm. is very seriously wondering where the demons are. would have a lot of medieval weapons in her place if it really was catered to her, but seeing as things are meant to be a bit off wednesday’s place is probably filled with stuffed animals and dolls, but not even creepy dolls... but cute ones. the whole room is bubble gum pink and whenever she tries to paint the walls black they just revert back... she’s mad about it honestly. 

that said wears black and only black at all times but that should be a given. 

is definitely wondering where her ex joel is. like she figured he would have popped up here after she scared him to death and so she’s a bit confused, but rolling with it. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.  winks with my third eye

A SUSPICIOUS BYSTANDER. honestly i would die,,, for someone who realizes that wednesday definitely doesn’t belong here and mayhaps a team cockroach situation? like they both know they’re in the wrong place and they try to help each other hide it. please,,, i need it. 

PARTNER IN CRIME. kind of the new pugsley but it might be more of an equal relationship. basically someone who wednesday can drag into her messes. the person on the other side of the seance circle... they catch each other’s gaze through the incense smoke,,, the romance of it all no i’m kidding sorry sdkjdsj but i do want this connection!

UNLIKELY PAIR. an april and andy situation. they are complete opposites, one the doom and gloom and the other sunshine and rainbows,,, and yet someone it works. wednesday would kill someone for them.

TWO PEAS IN A POD. the opposite of the other connection because these two meet and just instantly click! they both have so much hate deep inside of them! and now they can share this hate with each other! it’s a match made in heaven (badum tsss) and probably one of the first times wednesday actually wants to really try to be friends with someone. 

CRUSH. either on wednesdays end or theirs i just feel like this could be really fun! 

ENEMY. someone who hates wednesday and who wednesday hates in return. their personalities just really clash, and wednesday knows that if she ever really does find herself in hell, she’s dragging them with her. 

UNSUSPECTING NEIGHBOUR. i don’t know why but i just find the concept of there just being some poor schmuck who wednesday pesters for like a lock of their hair or something. like they don’t deserve this. but she’s bored here in paradise and she’s making a bit of a game out of creeping them out. after all, what else is there to do?

and anything else under the sun folks, i would love to plot something specific to our muses out! so yes, smash that like button and i will come running!

[buckygirl-fanfiction]

Sparks Chapter 14

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: You and Bucky hanging out binge watching twd. Bucky going out to buy you tampons when he sees you got your period.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

December 12, 2015

y/n’s POV

“You’re a big girl y/n you can watch the Walking Dead alone,” Bucky says to me as we drive through midtown on a Saturday night. The traffic from New Jersey was insane. We left the party around six and it’s almost eight thirty now.

“Come on hang out,” I whined, “i’m bored.”

He sighs and says, “Alright,” giving into my nagging. I yawn for about the millionth time during our ride back and he asks, “tired?”

“Yeah, kind of,” I reply. After failing to find a spot outside my building, I turn the corner into the parking structure. As I drive up to the second floor of the garage I spot Stanta. I still forget sometimes how close Christmas is. Just around the corner. Like two weeks actually. Wow, i’m still astounded sometimes by how fast time flies by. I spot a tall fat man standing at the trunk of his car, donned in the iconic red suit and for a second I swear the huge white beard hanging off his chin is real. At least it looked real until he pulled it off and tossed it in his trunk along with his cap. I laugh at the image, Santa getting off work, going home to be a normal person.

“Looks like Santa’s lighting up,” Bucky says as we walk past the man whose holding up a lighter igniting the roll wedged in between his lips.

“Kind of ruins the whole Santa vibe right?” I say. Sometimes people should not be seen out of uniform.

“Did you buy your secret Santa gift yet?” He asks. The group decided to do a secret Santa this year for fun. I got Nat and I decided on getting her this really cool holographic switchblade I saw online. Nothing fancy, gifts were supposed to be under 20 bucks.

“Yeah. How about you?” I ask as we walk down back to the street.

“No, not yet just contemplating what to get,” he says.

“Who’d you get, maybe I can help you pick something out,” I ask mostly because i’m curious and i’ve been slowly trying to figure out who picked me. So far through the process of elimination I know that Steve got Bruce and Nat got Cho, but the rest won’t spill who they ended up with.

“y/n the concept of secret santa lies in its title. Secret.” he says and I scoff at him.

“Come aren’t you curious who got you?”

“No,” he says shrugging his shoulders. “I’m more concerned that i’m going to get who I picked a shitty gift.”

“It’s secret santa, you can’t really get a shitty gift.” I say as we walk towards my building. The cold wind is blowing at my face and I shiver. I hate winter I think. I shove my hands in my pockets. “Just get them something fun, or something they can use, or if all else fails just figure out what they fangirl over and get them a t-shirt.”

“A shirt?” he says raising an eyebrow at me.

“Yea, it’s secret santa Bucky. It’s supposed to be a fun casual thing.” When we get to the door of my building I quickly fish out my keys and open the door pushing past into the warm lobby. I sigh relaxing a little now that i’m out of the cold.

We walk up the stairs to my floor and once inside I toss my keys on the small table by the door. I make a beeline to my sofa. I pick up my favorite beige blanket lying on top of the cushions and wrap it around me, not bothering to take off my jacket. I’m still freezing from being outside. I feel like the cold has invaded my entire body. Like the winter has invaded my bones. Bucky grabs the remote off the coffee table and flips on the TV and plays the last episode I left off at.

“So whats happening? Why is the Sheriff going crazy?” he asks referring to Rick.

“His wife died.” I say pulling my legs up to my chest and curling up with my blanket, leaning against the arm of the sofa.

“When?” he asks staring at the screen as the opening credits play.

“She gave birth, died, then got eaten. Baby’s alive… for now…” I say trying to recap the last couple episodes for him. “You would know this if you watched it with me last weekend,” I say rolling my eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry, Bahni wanted to hang out,” he says. I shush him as the opening credits come to a close and the new episode starts playing.

Bucky’s POV

I don’t even like this show at times. I mean it’s alright, interesting even. But it’s very… intense and work is already intense enough for one day. But y/n is obsessed with it. As the episode comes to a close y/n yawns and stretches her arms. The blanket she has wrapped around her falls off her shoulders as she stretches. Sometimes i’m surprised by how cold she gets. Ice to the touch. That can’t be healthy

“You wanna watch another episode?” I ask her.

“Sure,” she replies.

I hear her stomach growl and ask, “you got anything in?”

“Uhh,” she says as she thinks over what leftovers could be lurking in her refrigerator. “I think I have some cold pizza.”

I raise my eyebrows at her, “do you eat anything else.” I say sighing.

“Don’t drag the pizza,” she says.

“Of course, it’s such a great source of nutrition. How could I?” I say sarcastically.

“Yep, it’s got fruits, veggies, dairy,” she say standing up and shrugging of her jacket.

“The tomato sauce doesn’t count as a fruit and jalapenos are not veggies,” I say.

“Technically tomatoes are a fruit and jalapenos are green, bam all major food groups covered.”

“You’re a doctor…” I answer back. How can someone so smart be so unhealthy.

“Yes and as a doctor I deem my diet very healthy,” she says, “Now, stop shaming my love for pizza. Do you want some?” she asks looking down at me.

“Sure,” I say giving in. She smiles smugly and turns around to walk to the kitchen and I notice a small red spot seeping through her jeans. “You’re bleeding.”

She turns around, looks at me, and says, “huh?” I point to her bottom and she turns back to look down over her shoulder and says, “fantastic.” She walks back over to the coffee table where she tossed her jacket. “I gotta run to the store, ran out of tampons.”

I look at the clock and it’s almost 10pm. It’s cold and dark outside, I push myself off the couch and say, “I’ll go.”

She lets out a breath of relief and says, “really?” A smile spreads over her face. “Bucky, you’re the realest friend I got.”

I let out a laugh and grab my leather jacket. “So i’ve never actually done this before but what am I buying exactly.”

She smiles and says, “Small box blue box with ‘always’ written on it, either orange or purple. I’ll text you a picture incase you get lost,” she says bending down to reach for her phone.

“Alright, I think I can manage that,” I say as I walk to the door.

“Oh, and get some mango ice cream if they have it,” she says.

“Got it,” I say before shutting the door and walking down to the lobby.

The store is just a couple blocks away. I get there in about five minutes and i’m standing in front of the cashier handing the box of tampons and ice cream to her. She’s a ancient looking indian woman who looks down at the counter and smiles at me. She hands me my change and I pick up the plastic bag and walk back towards to y/n’s apartment.

…

y/n’s POV

I can’t believe Bucky actually went out to get me tampons. That kind of restores some of my faith in men. I’m sitting curled up again on the sofa and we’re munching on the left over pizza and mango ice cream. We’re on our third episode when I finally drift off to sleep.

A/N: Enjoy the happy cute moments while they last bc shits bout to get real sad real fast.