#idk what to tag this as but yeah i wanted to do something

[vibraniumqueen]

Ok but if Bucky is a congressman in Thunderbolts*(please bear with me, Idk anything about the gov.), what if Reader is his secretary/personal assistant(I think they call them executive assistants now, lol) and she has her desk right in front of his office? What if she secretly has a thing for Bucky but he doesn't know?

Imagine her having to go over footage of him in action (either from his actions during TFATWS or maybe even footage of him as the Winter Soldier), and instead of analyzing or reviewing it like she's supposed to, she stares at the footage, hypnotized by him. Watching the clips on repeat because he looks *so good* when he's fighting.

What if Bucky is about to leave his office, but catches reader doing this, so he stands quietly in the door way, watching reader watch videos of him. What if reader accidentally mumbles something embarrassing under her breath, like "I'd let him ruin me any day"?

What would Bucky's reaction be? Would he tease her? Would he take her up on the offer? Would he be just as embarrassed as she would be when she realizes he heard her?

So yeah, if anyone wants to write this, PLEASE tag me, lol

(I'm imagining she's either been sent these clips as threats from his haters trying to harrass his campaign, or footage that she's supposed to go over from a social media standpoint, trying to figure out how to best keep his image good for the public)

Bonus points if she's his campaign manager first and we get a meetcute

[creatingblackcharacters]

Some of my thoughts for your conversation about inaction towards antiBlack/racist behavior in shared online spaces (particularly fandom).

1. "I dont see it / I dont go here" - this was my first thought/defensive reaction and in reading others responses I think its a shared one.

Tumblr is perhaps unique in how purposely you can shape your experience and limit what you interact with. Blocking someone just cause is fully acceptable and expected here.

So, when Ive seen depictions of 'Black' characters that made me go, "Mmm idk man" its been my policy to just block and move on. Less chance of seeing a racist in the tags I like in the future *shrug*

Now on other sites perhaps there is some consideration that could be given to not wanting to boost something racist via interaction...but that's not how Tumblr works. Furthermore your reminder that seeing things go unopposed is the problem hit me like a frying pan to the face. Because...yeah duh.

We know the 'social rules' of this platform, you report/block the porn bots, you dont spam tags for engagement (or report if you see it), add image descriptions, reblog things you like etc. Would it be so hard to leave a simple comment on the things you want to see be changed?

2. "What if I do it wrong/I dont know this fandom/Not my place to speak?" - I firmly believe the main reasons people dont meaningfully engage with posts here or on other platforms is two fold: Responses and Outting.

If you were to post a mild comment saying for example, "Hey, feels kinda weird how you're only talking about this Black character being violent in this show. Why dont you check out this blog post by CBC, a Black artist who really digs into this topic more?"

Now you are expected to 1. 'deal' with whatever that persons response is and 2. Anyone an see and respond to what you said.

I think we generally expect random stranger interactions on the Internet to be unpleasant but, like if we are putting the focus on caring about Black people in out spaces...shits already 'unpleasant' for them.

Its time to start firing fireworks off in our neighborhoods to keep the rents low so to speak. You, non-Black folk (i.e me), dont have to wage endless comment battles with someone who wont listen. Just stating what you are seeing is enough, its marking that post for other people coming along. Forcing the question, "Y'all are we cool with this?"

As for messing up/having a record of things you said someone else might take issue with later on. Yeah but thats already happening whenever you reblog anything.

If you actually spoke out of turn just say, "Im sorry thanks for letting me know" and move on with your life. Otherwise folks on here will actually harass you over your shipping preferences so your rolling those dice already. Why not do it for something better worth it?

3. A Note - Genuinely thank you for posing these thoughtful question and just honestly expressing your frustration/hurt. It helped me think more deeply about some old habits.

Thank you!

Hm. And you're welcome

[topsyturvy-turtely]

oohhh so fun! thanks for the tag @jawnscoffee 😊

my word is SMART. here we go:

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S: Sherlock hung up and looked over at is friend with a thoughtful look. “Can you ski, Doctor Watson?”

“No, I can’t.”

“Pity!”, Sherlock threw his arms in the air, his phone still in his hand. The gesture seemed a tad dramatic for John’s taste.

“I am a decent enough snowboarder, though.”, John said. Sherlock sent him a look at that.

(this will be my fth fic! (to myself: WRITE IT TURTELY WRITE IT!)

M: Men wearing higher heels than they have ever seen a woman walk on. Women, looking dashing in three piece suits. Some people wearing a combination of both. Sherlock was wearing a dark purple suit, his hair carefully styled and to John's irritation wearing eyeliner, which let his pale eyes seem even more intense. Sherlock looked back at John, who in response squirmed.

(this is a draft from the may prompts by @calaisreno i think lol... never finished and then never published it)

A: "Alright. Yeah. Sorry it's just-" The blogger took a deep breath in. Looked up. "What do you need me to do?" A calculating look, a pause. "Act like you don't despise everyone and everything in here. Especially not me." These eyes looked at him and John shifted his weight. "I don't- I do not desp-" "I need you to act like my date, John."

(same as above)

R: (cheating i didn't find something that started with R so i am taking a sentence where there is a word that starts with r and is in CAPITAL LETTERS... i think that counts yes?)

“Well, then I would suggest to use that big brain of yours and REALISE something for fuck’s sake.”, Greg grabbed his phone, turned and left. When Lestrade was halfway through the door, he turned around and said, “And don’t you dare forcing me to lie to somebody on their birthday ever again. It’s supposed to be fun, you know? Turning fourtyone.”

(that one is a continuation of @a-victorian-girl's fanfic that i never finished... gosh i am so sorry🥲)

T: That’s where John was found. The nurse had given him coordinates and with his phone Sherlock found the place pretty quickly. Branches were snapped, dirt was [aufgewühlt], a pool of blood was in the middle of a clearing. Sherlock got close, knelt down, tried to find more clues. Then he heard shouting, he looked up and in the next moment found himself knocked over.

(that mysterious second chapter of missing which refuses to be written)

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(can you tell i have the biggest and longest writer's block i have ever had?🥲)

no pressure tagging: @calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @7-percent @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels and idk whoever wants to join ✨

your word is: BLUE

Wip Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/exerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Uhh, thanks for the tag @lisbeth-kk 🥰

My word is SURE

S: Sherlock tilted his head doubtfully, but when John only repeated his gesture, he slowly turned back to the woman lying face down on the floor, the shards of a shattered bottle next to her.

U: “Ugh, no reason to yell at me,” Sherlock mumbled next to John, glaring at the man who was apparently trying to sell apples. “I wasn’t aware that they’re still screaming their lungs out. Wasn’t that outdated long ago?”

R: "Right! You look just like that famous Dr. Watson!” The woman beamed at him happily.

E: "Erm…" John stopped in the doorway to the kitchen when he saw what it was that Sherlock had found in his wallet.

The joy when I found a sentence beginning with 'u', wow...

Just ignore me if you've been tagged already... :) The new word is: THING

@the-reading-lemon @keirgreeneyes @effulgentcorruptedpov @221bug @ineffablecpp

[bedforddanes75]

im not american but some of you guys are just fucking stupid ong what do you MEAN youre not gna vote because you disagree with like one part of what youre voting for. like okay me when im fucking thick

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

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Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[dynamitekansai]

THE USOS REUNITE WWE SMACKDOWN (OCTOBER 25, 2024)

[alo-piss-trancy]

For research purposes: To those into omutsu/diapers, what kind of things do you look for/enjoy seeing in fics focused on that? Anything particular you want described in detail? Any aspects you feel are often overlooked or lacking? Words or phrases you love OR can't stand?

No judgement here, sexual or non-sexual answers are both equally important for this! I'm just in need of some perspectives! :3€ Though I am looking more for info about the diapers themselves, like wearing/having them put on or seeing someone else in them, what's appealing to you in fics about that. Not necessarily their 'use' (I'm able to picture and describe that well enough I think lmao).

[soupmanspeaks]

the topic of Helpy makes me go insane /pos like I have this headcanon that William/Springtrap just, DESPISED Helpy because William took heaps of pride from the Funtime line of Animatronics, he saw it as his son's crude mocking of HIS creations, when in reality its just Michaelangelo S Afton trying to use humor to once again cope with the horrors™️ Like I've probably said this here before but I headcanon that Helpy found his way into the PizzaPlex's marketing is because after the FNAF6 fire he just was under the rubble remarkably preserved or something and instead of going into the RockStarRow Museum, the FazExecs had dollar signs in their eyes and were like "yeah, that one will make us bank, ong" Ive also probably said this (bad memory sozzz) but a headcanon to go in tandem with that headcanon, is that Glamfreddy sighs in resignation whenever he passes by one of those Helpy monitors (he wasn't paid royaltys <//3 ) AND LIKE I GOTTA KNOW WHAT (glam)MIKE WOULD THINK OF THE ENTITY THAT IS SATAN DISGUISING HIMSELF AS AN AGENT OF LIGHT (Helpi) WOULD HE FEEL SAD? ANGRY? AT THE MIMIC? THE COMPANY?! please the topic of helpy is so interesting PLEAs-

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Sometimes I try to write down thoughts about this campaign but I admittedly have not been paying enough attention to feel confident in my character analysis so I write an incoherent text post and then delete it because I don't know if I'm actually making the correct judgments.

[missycolorful]

dammit i miss qsmp

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[dootznbootz]

I think some folks MAY have gotten the wrong idea about how I feel about Circe with some of my posts. So, to clear the air...

Homies, I love that fucked up sorceress.

I love how we're never given a reason why she turns people into animals. That's so funny and so awful. And another potion-making magic gal?!?! I love that she's just basically vibing on an island doing whatever she wants. I even love the fact that she scares Odysseus shitless! She's morally gray and that's why she's FUN.

I just sincerely hate when people try to girlboss her or have her be a victim of SA when she never was Looking at you, Miller. Especially when she was actually the one who coerced Odysseus in exchange for his men being transformed back into humans. And even then, while he was clearly afraid of her, (it's in the language of the Odyssey) she likely meant him no harm after a certain point. He just didn't know that.

Why does she need a reason to do awful things? Why can't she just be a goddess who does whatever she wants? That's the reason why I love her!!! She's fucked up!!! :D

I hate what the Telegony did to her as well! >:( You're telling me, this sorceress goddess, who makes potions (!!!) wouldn't have magic contraceptives??? Would WANT CHILDREN?!?! WITH THE PATHETIC WIFEMAN?! No. Fuck no. Eugammon of Cyrene, I have beef with you 🤬

Anyways!!! Understand all the "#anti circe" I have is simply Anti "Girlboss Circe" or the book. I genuinely think she's neat af as her morally gray, fucked up sorceress self and just get frustrated with...everything :'D

[knifefightandchill]

[didnt-hear-idsb-live-again]

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[wheres-my-pencil]

(read more for a short pseudo-fic?? that i wrote kinda by accident?? it's kinda shit and doesn't have anything about stanley and it's mostly just describing a half baked idea but have it if you want. also this has definitely been done before but whatever)

au where the narrator, unbeknownst to stanley, finds out that he can be physically affectionate in a form that stanley can't see or feel.

after countless careful testing of stanley's reactions to confirm this, he starts to casually sort of. walk side by side to him and brush their hands together.

after a few hundred resets, he's at a point where he constantly holds hands (phases them through each other) with stanley as he yammers on as usual. sometimes he floats around him in circles and studies the folds in his clothes and the way stanley moves, still blabbering about, until, carefully, he leans reeeal close to stanley's face. he takes in every wrinkle and dimple, every reflection across his eyes, and watches the way his character model's hair sways a little as he walks, still pretending to have some sort of strong opinion about whatever he's talking about. once again, he starts to do this regularly.

when stanley happens to look at something that lines up their eyes to seem like eye contact, the narrator gets all freaked out and goes strangely quiet. he makes up some excuse (let's see here.. the next door is .. hmm .. .. (the first time it happened he actually did get them both lost)), and the next few times it happens, he starts rambling faster, trips over his words, and flusters himself in his own monologue.

after another few hundred resets he calms down and gets used to the fake-outs and gradually forgets it was ever even a worry.

during one reset in this peaceful phase, the narrator hugs him from behind, wraps his arms over his shoulders and around his chest, and sighs somewhat like a dog as he rests the underside of his chin on stanley's shoulder.

of course, sighs of yearning and disappointment sound similar enough that this one fit nicely for his current monologue. in fact, he starts getting so caught up with sarcastically praising stanley for staying in the employee lounge for more than two whole minutes, that as he leans into his face, yawning mid-sentence from the pseudo-warmth of stanley's neck and left cheek, he doesn't even notice that stanley has not only stayed in the same room, but hasn't moved an inch for the past five minutes.

worse yet, the narrator only finally realized when he happened to look up admiringly again, and nearly flew across the room at the sheer intensity of stanley's eyes staring dead into his own. he paused his berating. he didn't even have an excuse prepared, and he wouldn't need one, considering how stanley's first movement after the narrator's nearly endless stream of complaining was to turn to look at him where he hovered slightly above the floor, somewhat disheveled and panicked.

that's all i got for now fhdwds