#death-soldier
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yenyenyen19 · 2 months ago
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I had to draw him in that family guy death pose after seeing the thunderbolts trailer 😭🤣
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abla-soso · 1 year ago
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Look at this IDF soldier destroying a children's toy shop with such rabid rage.
The hate they feel towards Palestinian kids is demonic.
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overlyspecificmcrmemes · 5 months ago
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logging off of the internet cause i won’t be able to join in on the chaos of buying tickets this time
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evillesbianvillain · 5 months ago
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coolade · 1 year ago
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Tf2 Family Guy Death Pose for your everyday needs
BLU version here
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dinosaurchstra · 21 days ago
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Curses you for 1 billion years
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gracepureautumn · 5 months ago
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“Who the hell is Bucky?”
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sodatusks · 2 months ago
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Here's to another year, handsome 🌐🖤 🦋🐦
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago
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Death Wish 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Bucky Barnes
Part of the mob drabbles au
Summary: you're desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
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Adrenaline buzzes in your ears and sears through your veins. You shouldn’t be here. Yet this place is no more treacherous than your home. Thing’s can’t get much worse so you may as well try to make them better. 
Or maybe you’re so desperate for it to end, that you don’t care how. 
You stand before the two men in their dark suits. They mutter as if you can’t hear them, “Warren’s girl.” 
“One of them,” the other intones. 
“Boss said not to bother.” 
You sway, your hands twined up behind your back. You expect to be turned away but you’re not ready for it. You chew the tip of your tongue. 
“I can wait,” you say. 
The don’t acknowledge you. They turn to block you out with their shoulders and lower their voices. One glances over his shoulder at you, Walker? Or something. 
“Your daddy send you?” He asks. 
You shake your head. You should probably lie but you’re no good at that. The throbbing in your swollen lip assures you of that. 
“So why should we let you in to see the boss? You out here at midnight looking like a tramp,” he challenges as he faces you again. 
“Hey, she looks like she’s had it bad enough. Don’t be a dick,” the other man reproaches. “Look, sweetheart,” he steps forward. “Man’s busy. With important business. Whatever you’re looking for, ask your daddy.” 
You could sob. Your father has no idea you’re there. If he did... if he knew why... 
Your shoulders slump and you hang your head in defeat. Why did you think this would work? It’s a fantasy. That same escapist wish you make every night when you cry yourself to sleep. 
You close your eyes and see Adrienne’s teary-eyes and Kitty’s helpless expression. You can’t let your sisters down. You can’t stand to see them suffer any longer. You can take it all, but it’s seeing him raise his hand to them that guts you. 
“I need to see him,” you raise your head. “I can wait.” 
You say you can but if your father realises you’re gone, if he finds out where you’ve gone, or even manages to guess why... 
Walker sighs. He elbows the other man. “Go tell him so can come back and tell her to scram on his orders.” 
The other man returns a dark look but goes inside. You hug yourself and shiver in the night air. You have only your quarter-zip sweater and a pair of silky pajama pants. You’re not surprised the men can barely keep from laughing at you. 
You wait. It takes longer than you expect. If anything, you would think they would only pretend to tell the boss. That’s what they all do. They lie. They ignore you. They just don’t care. So why are you here? Why would this go any other way? 
Before you can wave the white flag, the door opens. 
“In,” the man holds the door as he steps out.  
You flinch and Walker sneers at his partner in confusion. You’re just as surprised. The other man huffs. 
“Well, he said you got five minutes, so get.” 
You waver on your feet then scurry forward. You step inside the dark brick building, another man waiting just inside. He’s silent as he points you down the hall. He directs you with the terse gestures; upstairs, to the left, around another corner.  
You stop before a door with another duo standing vigil by the door posts. The left one knocks, tilts his head to listen, the opens it. You’re pointed inside.  
Your nerves flurry and wrap you up in a billowing storm. What are you doing? That question doesn’t matter. It’s too late. 
You drag your feet inside. The door slams at your back. The room is dim, lit only by a lamp with a glass shade on the large desk across from you. Behind that, sit a man. The man. Bucky Barnes. The boss. The king. 
He sits with his elbow bent over the armrest of his chair. He watches you calmly. You stand in silence by the door. He beckons you closer with two fingers. 
“Can’t see you back there, doll.” He says. 
You hold your breath and come forward. You gulp as you stop within a foot of the carved desk. Your eyes scour the vintage print of the wallpaper and the wooden paneling. This place is steeped in history. 
He raises his hand, cradling his face as he brings to fingers to his lips. He watches you patiently. Waiting. You stare back at him. You’ve never seen him this close. You don’t even know if your father has. 
“Why are you here?” He asks at last. 
Your eyes narrow on the gold sheen on his pinky. It’s the only safe place to look. You feel like you’ll melt in the blaze of his oceanic irises. You exhale. 
“I need someone dead.” 
He doesn’t answer. Your words dangle in the air as he mulls them. You purse your lips and wince at the pain in the split along the swollen flesh. 
“A man. The one who did that to you?” He sits up straight and points at you. You follow the glint of his ring. You nod. “Low life. Let me guess, daddy doesn’t know you been sneaking around.” 
You shake your head, “he doesn’t know I’m here. Or that I’m asking.” You take another breath as your eyes water. You bring your hand up to your cheek as it pulses. Your father’s knuckles left a nasty welt. “Because it’s him. He’s the one who did this. And I want him dead.” 
He scoffs, more amused than disbelieving. 
“Warren’s a soldier of mine. You're asking me to off him?” 
“I’m begging,” you finally make yourself look him in the eye. His is formidable man. Dark hair, dark beard, a touch of grey here and there. Even at this hour, he wears a nice suit and sits with authority. “Please, my sisters--” 
“And how are you and your sisters going to make up for his cut. He brings in money. What can you give me?” 
“You can take everything. We just want to be free,” you say. 
He clucks, “what he has now is nothing compared to a lifetime of what he can get.” 
You lower your lashes. That’s it. At least he didn’t laugh because you almost did when you said it out loud. Your father isn’t going to die. He’s so rancid, even death doesn’t want him. He’s not human, he’s a curse. And this man you’re asking for mercy, he’s the same kind. 
“Sorry for the bother,” you eke out. “I was mistaken.” 
“So you were,” he agrees. “Go home. Put some ice on it.” 
It’s like another punch in the face. You nod, “thank you, sir.” 
“You can go,” he dismisses. 
“Yes, sir.” You put your head down and drag your foot back. 
“Ah,” he tuts. 
Your eyes flick up. He extends his hand across the desk. Right. He is still who he is. You step closer as he holds his hand steady. You bow down and kiss the sigil on his ring. An outdated and demeaning gesture. 
Before you can stand straight, his large hand frames your chin. He pushes your head up as your eyes round. You stare at him as his gaze drifts down to your neck. The bruises by the zipper of your sweater tingle. 
“You were never here,” he lets you go. 
“Understood,” you retreat, “sorry again for wasting your time.” 
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saphizzle · 11 days ago
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@riotwritesthings wrote a fic about winteriron basically being vengeful spirits and I realized 1: I could read a thousand chapters of just that and 2: their description of them slapped and my brain couldn’t let it go
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ruthytwoshakes · 1 year ago
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saw this post and immediately thought of the blus :].
I headcannon that Blu Spy raised Scout on his own, surrogacy baby maybe?? hey that rhymes. There’s only one Ma so he’s half brothers with the red scout,, thanksgiving is awkward.
Also some freedom fries,, , as a treat
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mentalmeles · 1 month ago
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Gifset I just reblogged got me thinking.. What would’ve happened if Steve had been the one to get dusted instead of Bucky?
Like. Imagine Bucky taking up the mantle of Captain America during those 5 years as a way to give the world some much needed hope. But there’s also that big part of him that’s simply doing it for himself—to feel as close as he can to Steve, in any way he can. Plus, if he were to stop moving and allow himself a moment, he’d surely break apart. And he can’t have that. He can’t. But then, when everyone is finally brought back, Bucky gives the title back to Steve, only for Steve to promptly give the title to Sam. And then, much to Bucky’s joy, Steve chooses to retire with him (instead of some dumb ooc decision to stay in the past)
Are there fics of this? I feel like there should be fics of this
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extraaa-30 · 3 months ago
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as someone who LOVES ineffable bdsm fics, can I just say it is so extremely cash money of us how universally the fandom seems to center CONSENT
like. Aziraphale & Crowley are constantly checking in with each other in fics. these boys (gn) may be the worst communicators ever created but that just seems to make their eventual understanding of each other sweeter, more cathartic and precious.
and the Aziracrow smut writers seem to fully get that and protect it. which, in light of recent events, makes it feel like they're protecting us. keeping our fandom safe from both neil's poison and purity censorship crusades.
I love you consent-is-sexy Aziracrow smut writers. May the unshakable legacy of your hot and safe depiction of our girls (gn) be a karmic plague upon that rapist to the end of his days
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deadpoets · 22 days ago
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— Meggie Royer, from "Psych Ward Lover" (x)
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crowley-anthony · 1 year ago
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#lokius + other idiots i ship
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starnana7 · 10 months ago
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twink death😞💔💔
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dilf birth😍😏😏
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