#it’s been awhile since last time I answered inbox

[ziasoup]

A bit of Lams?

ong themb

[subjectsix]

KIP'S BIG POST OF THINGS TO MAKE THE INTERNET & TECHNOLOGY SUCK A LITTLE LESS

Post last updated November 23, 2024. Will continue to update!

Here are my favorite things to use to navigate technology my own way:

A refurbished iPod loaded with Rockbox OS (Rockbox is free, iPods range in price. I linked the site I got mine from. Note that iPods get finicky about syncing and the kind of cord it has— it may still charge but might not recognize the device to sync. Getting an original Apple cord sometimes helps). Rockbox has ports for other MP3 players as well.

This Windows debloater program (there are viable alternatives out there, this one works for me). It has a powershell script that give you a little UI and buttons to press, which I appreciate, as I'm still a bit shy with tech.

Firefox with the following extensions: - Consent-O-Matic (set your responses to ALL privacy/cookie pop-ups in the extension, and it will answer all pop-ups for you. I can see reasons to not use it, but I appreciate it) - Facebook Container ("contains" Meta on Facebook and Instagram pages to keep it from tracking you or getting third party cookies, since Meta is fairly egregious about it) - Redirect Amp to HTML (AMP is designed for mobile phones, this forces pages to go to their HTML version) - A WebP/AVIF image converter - uBlock Origin and uBlacklist, with the AI blacklist loaded in to kill any generative AI results from appearing in search engines or anywhere.

Handbrake for ripping DVDs— I haven’t used this in awhile as I haven’t been making video edits. I used this back when I had a Mac OS

VLC Media Player (ol’ reliable)

Unsplash & Pexels for free-to-use images

A password manager (these often are paid. I use Dashlane. There are many options, feel free to search around and ask for recs!). There is a lot that goes into cybersecurity— find the option you feel is best for you.

Things I suggest:

Understanding Royalty Free and the Creative Commons licenses

Familiarity with boolean operators for searching

Investing in a backup drive and external drive

A few good USBs, including one that has a backup of your OS on it

Adapter cables

Avoiding Fandom “wikias” (as in the brand “Fandom”) and supporting other, fan-run or supported wikis. Consider contributing if its something you find yourself passionate or joyful about.

Finding Forums for the things you like, or creating your own*

Create an email specifically for ads/shopping— use it to receive all promotional emails to keep your inbox clean. Upkeep it.

Stop putting so much of your personal information online— be willing to separate your personal online identity from your “online identity”. You don’t owe people your name, location, pronouns, diagnoses, or any of that. It’s your choice, but be discerning in what you give and why. I recommend avoiding providing your phone number to sites as much as possible.

Be intentional

Ask questions

Talk to people

Remember that you can lurk all you want

Things that are fun to check out:

BBSes-- here's a portal to access them.

Neocities

*Forums-- find some to join, or maybe host your own? The system I was most familiar with was vbulletin.

MMM.page

Things that have worked well for me but might work for you, YMMV:

Limit your app usage time on your smartphone if you’re prone to going back to them— this is a tangible way to “practice mindfulness”, a term I find frustratingly vague ansjdbdj

Things I’m looking into:

The “Pi Hole”— a raspberry pi set up to block all ads on a specific internet connection

VPNs-- this is one that was recommended to me.

How to use computers (I mean it): Resources on how to understand your machine and what you’re doing, even if your skill and knowledge level is currently 0:

This section I'll come back an add to. I know that messing with computers can be intimidating, especially if you feel out of your depth. HTML and regedits and especially things like dualbooting or linux feel impossible. So I want to put things here that explain exactly how the internet and your computer functions, and how you can learn and work with that. Yippee!

[kassiekole22]

Joy Ride

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

Pairing: Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader

Description: Brian finds you walking home late one night and offers you a ride, which turns into a night-long joy ride around Miami.

Warnings: Fluff, Speeding, Friends Or Future Lovers? (You Decide)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Sooooo, I watched 2 Fast 2 Furious for the first time a around a month ago and this guy has been on my mind ever since. I have always really loved Paul Walker so this was bound to happen eventually. 😂 I don't know if I plan to write more for him or if this will just be a one time thing, but I have been working on this fic for quite some time now and I'm happy to finally be posting it. More to come from other beloved characters soon! Enjoy the fic and if you want more Brian O'Conner fics in the future, let me know in the comments or inbox! 🖤 (Also did any of you get the reference in the name? 👀)

Main MasterList: 🖤

Kassie's Angels: @mornandil, @lorebite.

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𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

2002

The air is pretty cool for a night in Miami, but I don't mind. I walk with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, protecting them from the slight chill. It's nothing too intense, but I haven't been used to being in cooler temperatures for awhile now.

I walk quickly down the sidewalk as a few cars pass from time to time. The sounds of their engines make my fingers and feet tingle a little, my body missing the feeling of the steering wheel gripped in my fingers and the gas pedal under my foot.

I wrecked pretty badly during my last race, resulting in my car becoming too banged up to drive. Most street racers have other cars to fall back on. Unfortunately for me, my girl was all I had. Now I'm left to walk on foot until I can get enough money to fix her.

The ambiance in the street is pretty calm until I hear the familiar rumble of a very specific engine approaching my side. To my surprise, that iconic silver and blue Nissan Skyline pulls up, slowing down to drive at my walking speed. But the slick paint job or glowing underbody isn't what makes it difficult to look away. The driver is none other than the man who beat me in my last race, Brian O'Conner.

I'm met with a kind smile as he rolls down his windows, his bright blue eyes glancing up at me from the shadows of the interior. There is just something about that man that draws me in. I could never tell what exactly it was, but it pulled me in his direction like a bee to a flower every time I was in the same location as him.

"Ey, need a ride?" He queries in a rasied voice, nearly shouting over the Skyline's growl.

Though it's tempting, I don't want to throw a wrench in any plans he may have. Knowing him, he has another street race or date to get to at this hour. So, despite the aching pain in my feet that is screaming in protest, I respond casually, "Nah, man. I'm good. Home's not too far away anyway, y'know?"

Even though it wouldn't take him too long, it would be pretty pointless to drive only a couple blocks anyway. He takes a mere second to let my words sink in and find an answer, his eyes hopeful as they are taken off the road and landing on me once more.

"We don't gotta take you home. The night's still—" He checks his watch, and his eyes widen slightly as he realizes the time. "—Well, middle-aged, but that don't gotta stop the fun."

I can't contain a faint chuckle at his dumb joke, rolling my eyes as I do so. The next thing I know, my feet are subconsciously coming to a stop, and he gently lays on the brakes. His car is also stopping right beside where I now stand, but the engine still purrs softly to alert all of its consciousness.

"Ah, c'mon, girl. Let's live a little, eh?" He flashes me that dangerous half-smirk that beckons me forward into mischief. It now dawns on me that he might not have the intention of taking me home, which is intriguing in a way.

I contemplate my options for a moment. The only thing waiting for me at home is a couple bottles of beer and some cold pizza left in the fridge from the night prior. It seems like I've been spending most of my time alone lately. Maybe it would be good to spend some time in good company.

"Alright," I give in with a subtle but still noticeable sigh, backing down in my mental debate.

He reaches across and opens the passenger door for me as I round the car, its headlights illuminating me for a brief moment as I cross in front of the bumper before hoping into the seat offered to me. It felt weird being in the left seat and not having a steering wheel before me. I could never get used to those foreign imported cars. 

But regardless, it sure is a beauty. The leather interior smells oddly fresh and calming, with a faint hint of exhaust filtering through the open windows. It's clear he just cleaned her up. Brian was always the type to take care of his rides.

I pull the seatbelt across my chest and lock it in securely, mentally preparing myself for the wild ride I know damn well he is about to take me on. He looks at me and flashes me that cocky yet proud smile as he revvs the engine for only a moment before taking off into the night.

With windows down and speed carrying us, I feel like I'm floating on air. The soft breeze I felt only moments ago is now a fast wind in my hair, and the soft ambiance of the nightlife in Miami is now disturbed by a machine growl.

I glance over at him, and it's as if time slows for just a minute as I take in how happy he is. He's a simple man. He doesn't need the fancy things in life, just a fast car to make the corners of his lips part into that iconic grin I have grown to love.

"Wanna get fuckin' nuts?" He asks me, his voice taking me out of my thoughts and putting me back into reality. That's when I notice that mischievous look in his ocean blue eyes, their pupils blown wide with adrenaline.

Hm... Blue and full of adrenaline, like the blood pumping in our veins.

"What?" I blurt out, not fully comprehending what he is asking, until my gaze wanders down to where his thumbs hovers over the nitro buttons.

I look at the road ahead, seeing that it is completely barren of all life, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of what he is suggesting. It's a dangerous game—playing with speed in such a way—but a thrilling one, for sure.

Taking my eyes off the road ahead to look back at him, I notice the hopeful glint once again in his eyes, only pushing my thought process toward wanting to comply. So without a second breath, I cheer, "Fuck yeah!"

With a simple click of two buttons at once, we are off like a rocket in space. Suddenly, the street lights look like comets, and the lines on the road are just blurs of colors. It's oddly beautiful in a way, and I marvel at how it ignites my soul with such a unique feeling, which I can't possibly seek from anything else. My fingers dig into the sides of my seat as my heart pounds against my ribcage like thunder, both overwhelmed but thirsty for more of this intoxicating rush.

Though Brian only lets this last for a moment, just seconds passed that will remain with me for an eternity. We laugh as the car slows to a semi-normal speed again. My smile is so wide, I can feel my face begin to hurt.

But I don't care. I am just so high on the thrill that my mind is lost in a cloudy space of euphoria. It's crazy how the night went from a quiet walk home to taking a joy ride with one of my rivals, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Once our laughter dies down, the soft purr of the engine is the only thing heard yet again as we both seemingly get lost in our own thoughts. What is he thinking? I wish I knew. The only thing on my mind is how happy I am. It isn't until a couple minutes later that he speaks his mind, taking a deep breath before his lips finally form the words he has been pondering.

"We should do this more often," he suggests in that nonchalant tone he carries quite regularly for someone with such excitement in his life. "Y'know, hang out outside the racing world? You're a cool girl."

I can't repress how my smile softens for a moment at his words as my eyes flick over in his direction while a million responses filter through my mind. This guy is a legend—a local celebrity, if you will. To have this opportunity is an honor. However, I don't necessarily get the vibe of entitlement from him. Instead, his atmosphere reflects something else—something friendly and inviting.

"And you're a cool guy. I'd love to hang with you more often." I reply, trying to sound chill but coming off way more sincere than intended. Though he doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he seems to be pleased with my response.

The next thing I know, he is pulling into a public beach. Its sands are abandoned by any human life due to the lateness of time, though the footprints of the visitors that day still remain like ghosts of the past, their memories carved in the sand until they get washed away by the waves.

He locks the car in park, unhooks his seatbelt, and gets out. I watch through the windshield as he rounds the side of it to rest back on the hood. My eyes study him as he lifts himself to sit on the hood, not once looking back to see if I leave the car as well. It's almost as if he expects me to.

So to fulfill his silent expectations, I swing my door open and hop out after freeing myself from my seatbelt, nearly stumbling as the ground is unexpectedly unsteady where I stand. My feet sink into the sand, and I'm grateful I chose to wear boots tonight over anything else.

Once out of my sticky situation, I take a moment to appreciate the freshness in the air—the sweet smell of the ocean before me for just a second. After approaching him, I rest beside him on the hood, watching the waves crash before us. It reminds me that life is quite like the sea. It's unpredictable, a little scary at times, but beautiful in many unique ways. I release a soft breath, my body relaxing in this calming moment.

"I remember the first time I saw you pull up in that black Trans Am to the race. Fuckin' engine and bass on your stereo roaring over the sound of the crowd." He chuckles while he reminisces about old memories.

"Buni," I correct him as I smile fondly, thinking about the beauty that's currently under a tarp in my garage, just waiting to be repaired and set free on the road once again.

"Yeah, Buni." He parrots me in an almost teasing way. I know he finds the fact that I named my car ridiculous, but I can see it in his eyes that it amuses him all the same. "You're something else, (L/N). A damn good racer, though."

My heart flutters at the compliment, and I feel my cheeks heat up with this familiar warmth that only he ignites in me best. The soft breeze blows through my hair as I think of a reply, running through my strains like an angel's fingertips. But it's not the breeze nor the location that has me in such a calm and joyful state.

I continue to study him—the way his blonde curls blow in the breeze, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly to show his contentment, his biceps flexing ever so slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. It amazes me how all the different shades of blue in his iris reflect the scene before us. It's like I could literally drown in them each time I gaze into them to admire their beauty.

"Yeah? You and your Skyline ain't so bad either." I finally quip with a small bit of sarcasm dripping from my tone after forcing myself out of where my mind has disappeared to for a short time. He smiles softly at my words, because it's evident how I really feel about him. He knows, and I know that, but I don't really care anymore.

We talk until sunrise and watch as the black sky fades into orange and pink, blending with the stars to make them barely visible. Though they are out of sight, I know they still shine brightly above us, like angels waiting for us in heaven. It's quite special—maybe even magical.

The sea reflects the morning sun as it rises from the horizon, its golden rays shining upon us as we remain on the hood of the car. It's just us out here in our own little world. If I learned anything from last night, it's not the place that makes a moment special, but the person you share it with.

I don't know where this road will take us. I know it will be a long one—with plenty of traffic and bumps ahead—but the ride will be an enjoyable one with a new friend in the seat next to me as we speed through it all. And if we happen to get separated some point along the way, I know in my heart that I'll see him again.

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

No Hellsing because I sadly don't know her but Nikolina + 9 for the 50 tropes thing? ✨

9. There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

AFDHFFHJD so… answering this nearly a full year later. I had this like 90% done in my drafts for ages and forgot to actually post it. I only remembered because I was scrolling through my inbox for any fun prompts I might do and saw the ask.

Anyway, ambiguously set at some point during R&R after the gang escape the white cathedral and meet up with Nikolai again. Let’s pretend Nikolina got separated from the rest somehow lmao

Featuring a Darkling tether cameo bc I am who I am as a person, I guess!

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Alina didn’t mind sharing a room— it was more cost efficient, and likely safer if they had to leave in a hurry. Sharing a bed was a little more uncomfortable though.

“I think the innkeeper may have misunderstood,” Nikolai said slowly.

“It’s fine,” she grumbled, too exhausted to care very much. She sank heavily onto the one bed, unraveling the shawl around her neck that hid the collar. “It’s only one night.”

“I could try to get another room?”

She shook her head. That would just draw more attention to them, the last thing they needed was to be memorable.

They had been mostly camping out in the woods at night, trying to steer clear of populated areas as best they could. They wouldn’t have been staying at the inn at all if Sturmhond didn’t have contacts they were intending to meet in the morning. Contacts that might even help lead them to the rest of the group. Alina hoped they were safe.

Nikolai sat down beside her. “I’ll have you know, I snore horribly.”

“Wonderful.”

He gave the bed an exaggerated pat. “It doesn’t seem like a very good bed, to be honest. I don’t think it even has fleas. I could just take the floor.”

She snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s no use if you’re stiff as a board in the morning. What if you have to run away because you bad mouthed someone?”

“That would be unfortunate.”

“You just stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine.” And truthfully she was too exhausted to care much about propriety at the moment. And sleeping on an actual bed was a very enticing prospect. She suspected Nikolai was probably feeling the same way.

“I can’t wait to tell Oretsev you insisted on sharing a bed.”

She turned to glare at him. “I could still change my mind. No gloating.”

He held up his hands placatingly, but his grin didn’t slip. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave that part out of the tales of our daring exploits.”

“I just hope we’ll get a chance to recount tales at all,” she replied.

And that was that for the moment. They busied themselves the rest of the evening taking the opportunity to replenish their supplies, and prepare for the travel yet ahead of them. It was a careful thing, they both had recognizable faces. And the last thing they wanted was to be caught before the rendezvous in the morning.

Alina took her turn washing while Nikolai ventured out again to get food.

She’d quickly dressed again and was brushing out her wet hair when she heard it, smooth as silk, almost a whisper. “Where are you, Alina?”

Somehow, she didn’t jump. Though she felt the Darkling’s cool gaze on her. Though her stomach twisted with sudden dread. “I think telling you defeats the point of being in hiding.”

“Why run, Alina? You know I’ll find you eventually. The longer you take the less inclined I am to show you mercy.”

“I’ve seen what you call mercy. I don’t want it,” she bit out, just as the door opened.

“Suit yourself,” he replied, calmly, and with that the apparition dispersed.

Nikolai walked in some time later, carrying a tray of food from the kitchen downstairs. Slim pickings, but that had been the case for awhile now, with the drawn out civil war. And frankly she didn’t have much of an appetite after the Darkling’s brief visit. But she forced herself to choke down what she could.

To his credit, Nikolai seemed to sense that her mood had turned since earlier, if not the reason why, and so he didn’t make many attempts at conversation. She was grateful for it.

Then there was the business of sleeping. It was less awkward than she was expecting. She told herself she was too exhausted and in her own head to care very much.

So she extinguished the lamp, and lay down on her own side of the bed, carefully turned away while Nikolai changed. It was likely testament to his own weariness that he hadn’t made any quips or half hearted attempts to flirt with her.

She listened to the rustle of clothes and then the soft footfalls as he approached. The listing of the mattress. Despite everything she was very aware of how close he was, even when carefully keeping to his own side. The already cramped room just seemed smaller in the dark.

“This is preferable to sleeping on the floor,” he admitted, finally.

“Much easier on your delicate, princely sensibilities, right?” she replied without turning around. She was almost a little afraid to.

He only laughed.

Still, it didn’t take very long for Alina to fall asleep.

She woke some time before dawn, disoriented. Not quite sure where she was or how, except that it was more comfortable than she was used to.

Her memory caught up to her about a minute later. And the realization that she was very much not on her own side of the bed. Just who she was clinging to, and whose shoulder she’d buried her face in. From the steady rise and fall of his breath, Nikolai appeared to still be asleep. Fortunate, he’d never let her live this down.

Gingerly, she tried to disentangle herself without disturbing him. With any luck, they simply wouldn’t talk about this in the morning.

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[questioning-aspec-culture-is]

So uhhh, I'm not sure about how I feel tbh

(also sorry in advance if this makes little to no sense especially with how it's worded)

I'm 19 almost 20 and I've only had two crushes so far (+1 "crush" I forced myself into in 5th grade), and I'm not too sure about my alloromanticism anymore (but that might be because I've been hanging out with a lot of aros as of late).

So, when my last crush asked me out on a date I just got incredibly uncomfortable and couldn't stand the idea of being in a romantic relationship. Shortly after we stopped talking and my crush disappeared shortly after (a few days to a week). In comparison with my first crush; we stopped talking and that crush lasted much longer afterwards like a few months). Tho I did want to talk to him (my second crush) for quite awhile afterwards and maybe go on a date (mostly because I felt like I was leading him on due to me obviously crushing on him for a few months at that point).

Like when I think of my future I can't see myself marrying or dating anyone. Like wtf why would you put yourself through all that hurt?

Maybe I'm just a romance repulsed allo? Or I'm just incredibly scared of getting hurt?

Idk anymore

-Al

Hi :)

this has been sat unanswered in our inbox since all the way back to august 2022 (even before mod amaranth was here, goodness me), and so firstly I want to apologise that it's taken so long to get to you, honestly i don't even have a half-decent excuse. i'm very sorry.

i'm aware that a lot can change in a year, so if you're still here and following us i hope you're okay and things are going well for you and if you're still questioning you can absolutely drop us another ask that will be answered much more quickly this time, i promise.

also if you haven't already you may want to look into lithromanticism or orchidromanticism.

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Happy Storyteller Saturday, Ceph!

Inspiration can come from anywhere; what's one of the more unexpected places you've gotten ideas from?

@sarandipitywrites This has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now since I couldn't zero in on one event/thing. (At least one that wasn't also, you know, pretty dark and kind of a bummer.) But then the answer came to me this morning:

Sleep paralysis.

I experienced it a lot as a kid, along with frequent nightmares, though those memories are pretty vague. Fortunately, I've had three bouts of sleep paralysis as an adult, with the last one being only a year or so ago. It was quite interesting, especially because during the recent episode I realized exactly what was happening.

Before, I'd sworn I was awake--everything felt and looked like reality--but that third time, I woke up and understood I'd actually been asleep/dreaming when the paralysis started. I was in bed, eyes closed, and I couldn't move except to sort of twitch my hands. There was the usual dread/anxiety that comes with this kind of thing...but I knew there was no danger, supernatural or otherwise. I could breathe and everything (though my neck was at an uncomfortable angle on the pillow). I just tested out trying to move or to open my eyes until the sleep paralysis lifted. (It's very sudden for me; one second I can't move or speak, and in the next I'm all systems go.)

I found it so interesting that I decided to inflict it on Isaac, the protagonist of Apophenia. Only his brushes with sleep paralysis come compliments of a psychic vampire. (They're friends, though, so it's cool.) Like me, Isaac is also scared and disoriented at first, but manages to lean into the feelings and take (mostly) academic interest in them.

Thank you for sending this in!

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Never break an oath; Bucky Barnes x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Okay this was a long time in the waiting but I finally got the inspiration to do this request that was in my inbox for awhile. @littlesister20001​ hope you enjoy this and like it.

Now FAIR WARNING!! The reader is autistic and there are MANY levels of autism and the way I went with was putting the reader somewhere on the the high-function autism scale. Also EVERYONE with high-functioning autism act and behave differently, and I know NO ONE on the high function (my younger cousin is on the low spectrum autism) and this is what I chose after doing some research on high-spectrum autism so if there is ANY HATE directed at me, you WILL be blocked or I will just take this fic down.

That being said, I hope you all still enjoy this fic.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@austynparksandpizza​

@queen-paladin​

@queensdivas​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@gay-and-ready-to-cry​

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I was currently reading my latest book on constellations and galaxies that Rocket had given to me on their last visit here to earth.  Apparently according to him, “Terran scientists don’t know jack-shit about what’s really out there”.  So while he and the rest of the Guardians were out refurbishing a place called Knowhere, he managed to find this book and he thought he’d give it to me.  And I’ve been glued to it ever since.

“So this is where you’ve been.” I perked up and immediately ran up and hugged Bucky as he caught me.

“I thought you’d be gone on that mission with Sam and Joaquin for another two days?”

“We finished early.”

“You didn’t jump out of another plane with no parachute again did you?”

“I can’t believe Sam showed you that video. I told him to delete it from his stupid bird robot.”

“First of all Redwing ain’t stupid. Second of all, you were the one who made the decision to jump freestyle out the plane. Not my fault you kept smashing into trees.” Sam said as he came up and grabbed himself a cup of OJ.  “And to answer your question little miss, yes he did. I’ll send you the video later.” I laughed.

“Don’t you have someone else you can ignore, Captain?” Bucky said turning to Sam annoyed.

“No. I bother you from 12-6pm. That’s my schedule.” Sam shrugged as he took a sip of his drink before leaving.

“I swear to god he’s annoying.”

“Stop it, you love him.”

“We work together, we’re not friends just co-workers.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night Sergeant.” I said sitting back down.

“Okay so what have you been doing since we left? Sitting here reading your books Belle?” I playfully shoved him as he took a seat next to me.

“You know I hate being called her right.”

“You’re right sorry. I meant Hermione Granger.”

“That’s even worse! Stop!”

“Okay, okay, okay. But seriously was all you did was sit here and read.”

“Of course not silly! The Guardians came for a visit yesterday and I hung out with them. Got to see all their new tech they got for us to use against any oncoming future attacks from the Big Three.”

“I also can’t believe Sam taught you that as well.”

“Buck, come on. I’m not stupid, I’ve followed every fight you guys have done going back to yours and Steve Roger’s back in world war 2.”

“Okay stalker.”

“I’m not a stalker!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night techie.” He said throwing my words back at me.  I shoved him harder (which really didn’t do anything except make him laugh).

“Anyways, that’s when Rocket also gave me this book.” I showed to him titled: “THE FAR REACHES OF YOUR GALAXY; The truth about the stars”.

“Tell me that rodent didn’t steal anything of mine while he was here.”

“You still harboring a grudge against him for taking your arm. You know it was Nebula that had done that and be thankful she took it when you were asleep.”

“That’s still not okay. Do you know how pissed Shuri was at me for letting Wakandan tech go into outer space?”

“I will give you that but at least you told her who it was that got it.”

“But also she’s not quite sure how a raccoon can understand Wakandan technology and building.”

“He’s not a raccoon.”

“Really cause I’ve seen a lot of them and he definitely looked like a raccoon to me.” I rolled my eyes. “So what is in that book anyway?”

“The truth about the stars. It says it right on the title Bucky is your sight gone too?”

“More old man jokes, one thing I enjoyed being away from.”

“Just speaking truth Buck.” He nodded sarcastically before suddenly grabbing me in a headlock before giving my a hard noogie.  “GAH!! ENOUGH STOP IT!!”

“Take back the old man comment and I will squirt.”

“Okay you’re not old now stop!” he released me as I tried to fix my hair.  “Do you know how hard it took me to do my hair today? I accidentally forgot to wash my hair after using the pool and my hair was a bitch to brush this morning.”

“I’m sorry. How bout I make it up to you by letting me take you out to the science con that’s coming this weekend?”

“You mean the one where physicist Dr. Bernadette Rostenkowski and neuroscientist Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler are speaking at?”

“Yeah. You and me.”

“Oh Bucky thank you! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!” I said hugging him so tight.  He hugged me back and said,

“You should really thank Shuri. She’s actually gonna be a panelist Friday and Saturday so she’s the one who scored us the tickets.”

“Oh this is gonna be so much fun. I’m already bursting at the seams!”

“Okay easy there kiddo. Don’t want you blowing a circuit just yet.”

“Sorry I just—I’m so excited. Plus it—it’s the first time since you left that we really got to hang out together. I missed you Bucky.” He softly smiled and said as he gently ruffled my hair once more.

“I missed you too squirt.” He brought me into a one armed hug before giving me a soft kiss to my forehead as I cuddled close into his chest.  “So what interesting facts do the people in outer space say about our galaxy?”

“Well I’m glad you asked, first off did you know that…..” I then opened to the first page I had bookmarked and shared with him several facts that I never knew or what we had been wrong about.

That’s the thing I love best about Bucky.  Whenever I tend to go off on my factual ramblings, or want to overshare certain events or facts, he listens.  He doesn’t interrupt, complain, or pretend to listen (I’ve always hated when people do that to me).  He gets me, and that’s why I’ve always loved Bucky more than any member on the team.

The next morning, I had gotten packed up and ready to go to the convention.  Well we were actually gonna take a flight to LA and take a day just to sight-see before the con would start Friday.  After packing my last suitcase I pulled up the website on my phone and found the schedule they had posted.

“Knock, knock, you ready to head to the airport?” I heard Bucky’s voice say.

“You betcha. And I’ve already got our schedule all planned out. On Friday there’s a seminar on Nano-technology and then Shuri’s panel about how Vibranium can make life easier. And after we get some lunch you can see Dr. Farrah Fowler talk about women and science along with Dr. Rostenkowski.”

“Sounds like a full day for Friday. What about the rest of the con?”

“I can do that when we get on the plane. No better thing to do on an airplane than get some work done.”

“I would agree to that. C’mon I’ve got our ride waiting for us downstairs.” I grabbed my bags and we proceeded down the elevator when running up to us was Joaquin Torres.

“Barnes! Sergeant Barnes! Thank god I caught you. We need you for this mission now!” he said urgently.

“What mission? We completed our mission early.” Bucky said.

“We thought so too sir but we’ve picked up another signal from a few remaining members of the Flagsmashers. We really need your help on this.” Bucky looked between me and him and he told Joaquin.

“Torres, I’m sorry but you gotta get someone else to—”

“I know we would ask anyone else to back us up but anyone who could is unavailable to do so. Please Sergeant Barnes, we need your help.”

“NO!!” I cried out. The two men looked at me.

This wasn’t supposed to happen! He already had to be away from me for six weeks trying to capture the remaining members of the Flagsmashers and that was the longest he had been away from me.  His next mission wouldn’t be until at least a couple months if not 3 weeks!

He shouldn’t go he doesn’t need to go! He promised me we’d go to the science con together and damnit I want us to go together!

“Find someone else to go because he’s not going with you!” I snapped.

“(Y/n), I know this is difficult for you to understand, but—”

“DON’T TALK DOWN TO ME!! I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY! I know Bucky’s mission schedule because Sam has told me about it! And if there were a surprise he’d warn me ahead of time about it! Bucky already made plans with me so find someone else to go on the mission because you’re taking away MY ONLY FRIEND AWAY FROM ME AGAIN!!!” I slammed my bags down on the floor and took off running.

I ended up back in my room and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.  My breathing became constricted as I collapsed to my bed and wept into my pillows as I tightly gripped onto my sheets.  A knock was soon heard at my door.

‘(Y/n)? Can we talk?’

“Go away.” I grumbled before getting under my covers.

‘Not gonna happen squirt. You know how stubborn we old folks can be.’ He tried to joke which honestly did get me to quirk up a smile.  ‘C’mon kid, don’t make me bust down the door or break it off its hinges again like last time.’ I lay there for a moment before reaching for my phone and opened the door for him.

I felt the bed dip near my legs and he asked me.

“You doing okay breathing wise?”

“My chest still slightly hurts but at least I’m not hyperventilating like my last meltdown.”

“Yeah that was pretty scary.” He admitted.  “Why don’t you come out from under those covers, you know there ain’t enough oxygen when you’re under something.”

“It’s actually carbon dioxide we breathe in, and oxygen comes out.” I said getting my head out from the blanket.

“Right of course. Silly me.” I softly scoffed before fiddling with the ends of my hair.  “You know Joaquin is still trying to learn the ropes.”

“I know. But he shouldn’t have said I don’t understand things. I hate it when people use my disability against me.”

“He wasn’t trying to. No one does, and even if we do you end up proving them wrong with a savage comeback.”

“Still he shouldn’t have said it.” I grumbled.

“I’ll get him to apologize to you later.”

“You mean when you come back from your mission?” I said laying back down and turned away from him. I heard his sigh as he said.

“That’s actually what I came up here to talk to you about.”

“Bucky……” I now sighed deeply.  “I know I still have to get used to sudden changes in life. Because that’s what life is, but I struggle with understanding that. Why do we have to have sudden changes to our lives without thoroughly planning them out? Or when you make plans with someone why does something have to interfere with them or they cancel last minute?”

“Again kid, that’s life. Doesn’t mean we have to like it, all we can do is just—roll with the punches. Or how you kids say go with the flow.” He said the last part like he was trying to sound cool.

“So you are going to go on the mission?”

“Going off against super soldiers, they’re gonna need a super soldier on their side.” I let out a soft whine.

“I just got you back after a whole month and now I’m losing you again. Ever since the Flagsmashers have risen back up, I worry about you Bucky. Sure you’re a super soldier but they are 20 super soldiers. 20 easily overpowers one.”

“You really count me out just like that?”

“Now you’re making me sound like a negative doubter.” I said sitting back up and glared at him.

“I know you’re not a negative doubter, you’re just stating facts and I know. 20 to 1 is not a fair fight but you’re forgetting one thing squirt. I’m Bucky Barnes, I can handle myself. You don’t need to worry about me, okay?”

“It’s hard not to. What I said back there was true. You’re my old friend here.”

“What about Sam?”

“Sam’s cool but there are things that he sometimes doesn’t get when it comes to my autism. That or with him being the new Captain America, he’s too busy to hang out. And don’t tell him this but—you are honestly cooler than him.”

“FINALLY! Thank you. Someone who finally admits it.”

“I think I wanna take it back now.” I teased.

“No, no, no you can’t retract it back now. It’s too late.” I shoved him playfully and he nudged me back.  “How about this, when I come back, we take a whole month off of work, just you and me. Road trip even.”

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep Buck.”

“Well good thing this isn’t a promise.” I looked at him confused.  “It’s an oath. And everyone knows that while a promise can be broken, an oath never can. What do you say squirt, you and me out on the open road. Deal?” he extended his hand out to me.  After a minute between looking at him and his hand, I took it and we shook on it.

“I’ll hold you to that oath.”

[no-droids]

Hey yall omg another update!

I’m at 12k for this chapter so far SO WE’RE GETTING THERE but it’s so sad because I’ve got two midterms this week, a quiz, and an essay due 😭 but I’m getting close to finishing the first draft of the next chapter and just needing to edit and post, so YAY, just two more scenes to write!! I want to work on it so bad but I also don’t want to fail my classes and I’m sorry I’m not great at excelling at both at the same time, classes get harder every semester and I’m genuinely trying my best. Thank you for everyone who has been supportive and patient with me, I know it’s been a little over a month since the last chapter but it’s almost there so don’t worry! Should just be another few thousand words so I imagine a drop date will be announced within the next week or two.

I’ve also decided I’m going to turn off anonymous asks for awhile. I don’t ever answer any of the hate messages I get because I don’t want to start drama or disrespect the space I’ve created for us to have fun and goof and be happy together, I want the space to continue to have an integrity that’s not muddied by people in my inbox who just want to spread negativity, shitty assumptions, and unnecessary rudeness. I didn’t originally want to turn off anon because I know that people tend to get discouraged from sending messages altogether if anon is off and I’m so sorry if this prevents you from saying hi, but unfortunately every time I log on to draft an update for yall, I read some messages that sometimes make me want to announce this as the last chapter of the story and just have it be done and over with. I’m not going to because it’s not fair to me as the author to not let my ideas play out the way I’ve been planning for an entire year, it’s not fair to the readers who have been incredibly supportive about their response to the story, and it’s not fair to the story itself to let it finish early and not be told the way it was meant to be. So I’ve decided to switch off anon for a little while and I hope that’s okay, it’s just a way for me to be able to continue writing and posting in my own space until rough day concludes the way it’s meant to without my mental health suffering. This story is a comfort to a lot of people, including myself, and I don’t want to do a disservice to it or its readers by not finishing or finishing early just because of hate.

ANYWAYS NO MORE NEGATIVITY NO MORE TALK ABOUT SAD THINGS YALL I’ll keep chugging along on this next chapter and we can have some nice pics of Pedro in comfy white teeshirts in the meantime god bless

I love y’all dearly, I hope everything is going well for you 💕

Also ps because I feel bad for the majority of this post talking about heavy things, here’s another sneak peek if you want it! I know it won’t make up for the wait but I want you to know that I am continuing to work diligently on it and it will be out soon 👀

[starboundsingularity]

Um- hello there! Nice to see you guys stopping by my blog.

So uh- I've got some unfortunate news......

You see, as I'm writing this post, asks that I have yet to answer are slowly piling up in my inbox. And I'm starting to lose the motivation to write the prompts out. For awhile now, actually. I seemingly have no more ideas and don't have enough creativity juice in this noggin o' mine to actually produce anything else.

So, it is with great displeasure that I must announce that this au might be- discontinued. Which is really sad to me, because new people that are expecting *new* stuff are piling in! But I truly don't have the energy to continue this little project.

Well, now that it's kind of...over, for this. What happens next?

I figured that since I'll most likely not use the leftover concepts that's been cookin' in my head for this au- I might aswell share it with you all right now! So buckle up, buttercup. We're going out with a bang.

(WARNING: EXTREME RAMBLINGS INBOUND)

Okay! So, one of the more prominent concepts that I was planning on expanding involved mask and the rest of Team Cyan! For those who saw the post involving his headshot, you would have noticed that he was a bit...melty. And that's cause he is! And the rest of his team too!

Managing to survive the Nils Statue that started it all, Team Cyan stayed in inkopolis since day one. Surviving off of scraps and scavenging resources from abandoned apartments, they found no reason to leave. They were sneaky after all. Falling into whatever slime coated the city was the least of their problems. (And since the early stages of the ooze were relatively harmless, they were almost completely unscathed.)

Of course, the ooze slowly started to develop over time. And so did its potency. So without realizing- (or maybe they just didn't care) Team Cyan were exposed to the effects of the hive in an extremely slow process. By the time the hive reached a point where it could actually move around and "hunt", Mask and Co. Weren't even considered potential targets. To the hive, they were so close to the edge of joining that it cant even tell them apart from itself.

So yea! They're slowly yet surely becoming one with the hivemind. Woopsies.

Second major concept!!!

One of my favorite perspectives during the blog was with Prince and N-Pacer, and that was mainly because I was planning a huge story thing even before I started the whole blog!

For those who remember, they weren't able to recover Emperor and the rest of Team Monarch when the Nils Statue hit- as they were the only two together during the massive event. Prince is in denial, while N-Pacer assumed the worst. (Which played into her overprotective nature of his brother.)

So the thing is- Emperor is actually dead. Just gone. One with the cephalopod smoothie. And I wanted a moment where Prince snuck away from N-Pacer in the middle of the night to try and scavenge for himself, leading him to be isolated in the woods of Mt. Nantai.

And guess who's there with him!!!! That's right baby!!! The ooze is there!!!! And what can mimic voices????? THE OOZE!!!!

So using emperor's voice, the sentient Mt. Dew slushie almost lures Prince into an ambush- before N-Pacer manages to scare it away at the last second! She scoops up Prince, and a chase ensues.

They would escape, and would leave Mt. Nantai due to the fact that their safe space was now infiltrated. The duo would eventually meet up with Aloha's group, but that's about it.

And the last concept that I kinda scrapped rather quickly but I thought it was cool enough to include it anyways- there was a point where there would be a major twist in the blog where you guys: the askers- were the ooze all along!!! Trying to gather information about our protagonists to hunt them down! But unfortunately, it didn't make that much sense to me. How would they connect to the character's communication line? What would happen once they figure out the truth? Stuff like that. Alas, it was neat.

So! That's the end of it!

You all were an absolutely amazing audience, and I had a blast with the little time we had together. There's no end to the amount of thanks I need to give, truly! But this story needs to come to an end.

(Unless someone wants to continue it *cough*)

So, yeah. It's been fun everybody! I'll see you on the flipside.

-The Author

[sureuncertainty]

alright personal post time related to the last post i reblogged

soooo i’m a system! i’ve known this for quite some time now (since the beginning of the pandemic actually) but haven’t been able to be super open about it for a LOT of reasons. however we’ve become more comfortable talking about it and i’ve decided to open up about it on here bc this is something that is a (obviously) big part of our life and there are very few places where we can be open about it and this is one of those places where we can be a bit more vulnerable. 

i just reblogged a post that goes into more detail about plurality itself, aka multiplicity, being a system, etc. which essentially just means multiple people sharing a body. specifically we have a form of OSDD, which is a dissociative disorder, but not the only way to be plural (and tbh i think we might be plural even without the OSDD we’re not 100% sure) plurality is a HUGE range of experiences and no two systems are fully alike, i kinda see it like neurodivergence where it’s just like... a form of existence that’s relatively normal just not talked about much

unfortunately, there’s also a very high population of gross sysmeds on tumblr (a big reason why I kept this part of my identity hidden for awhile) so if you, my follower reading this, are one of them, pls just block and move on i’d rather not argue our existence with you thanks byeeee (sysmeds or system medicalists basically believe that systems have to exist in a certain way to be “valid” or real, like having a certain amount of Trauma(tm) or being diagnosed with a specific kind of disorder, or having X symptom, etc. which is not true)

BUT ANYWAY as for what that means for us and our blog, here are some things about our system we’d like you all to know:

- we don’t REALLY have a system name (we kinda go by Rain but that’s still a placeholder) but will answer to whatever. Win works for all of us as well. Percy, myself (the one writing this) am the person you probably already know, and am pretty much always fronting at any given time, so you can assume that i’m here most of the time.

- i use i/me pronouns a lot too bc it’s easier and more comfortable, especially since i’m basically always around. sometimes we mean it in a collective sense (which yes i know is not grammatically correct but whatever we can do what we want)

- most of our system members are, as you might have already guessed, introjects of my OCs. any OC that I’ve spent any amount of time rambling about on here most likely exists as a fully formed person in our system and are the main headmates who I interact with on a daily basis

- we also have some fictives (introjects of fictional characters) of characters that are not OCs but none of them are currently active in our system

- our frequent fronters (headmates that are around a lot or at least often enough that you’ve probably interacted with them at least a bit if we’re friends) include me, Percy, my bestie Avery (fronting a LOT of the time, we’re basically cohosts at this point), Nyx, Kat, Roma, Emma, and Angel! (and more of our characters, but those are the most actively involved in our day to day life)

- feel free to say hi to any of my headmates if you’d like! in fact, we’d all love that!! we’re not very out as plural so it’s nice to have more people see us as who we really are, instead of just as characters who don’t really exist. it also helps us with distinguishing between ourselves bc we get hella blurry sometimes. Just keep in mind that they are not just characters but real actual people with their own thoughts, feelings, likes, dislikes, personalities, etc, and even though you might “know” them from reading things I’ve posted here about them, they don’t necessarily know you (although they might know who you are if we’re friends, especially if i know you irl)

all that to say, this is NOT an open invitation to come into my inbox with invasive questions, in fact, we’ll probably be closing anonymous asks for a bit preemptively just in case (we should be opening them again later). if we are friends/mutuals, feel free to DM me if you’d like to talk about it more or have questions. if we are strangers please do not do that lol. okay i think that’s it byeeee

[fallingfavourites]

Footnote -Nancy Wheeler x reader

Summary: your in love with your best friend but she has a boyfriend and you aren't even sure if she returns the feelings that you have for her

Word count: 1,8k

CW/TW: implied fem!reader, but she/her pronouns isn't used, no use of y/n, brief description of puking/vomiting, underage drinking?? Im not sure how old they were in s2, small hint of internalized homophobia I think, probably shitty writing, maybe some ooc Nancy or Steve I'm not sure

A/n: yes I do have a few request laying in my inbox but I suddenly got inspired to write this at around 1am and I finished it around 4am. Also it's crazy how little Nancy fics there are heh

Inspired by: Footnote by Conan Gray and S2 E2

Gif credit: @strangrthings

Nancy had been dating Steve ‘the hair' Harrington for awhile now. You and Steve weren’t exactly friends. It wasn’t necessarily because he was a total douche a year ago. No it was because he was dating your best friend. They weren’t right for each other you knew that. They were in a total different state of mind and you just wished Nancy would see what you see.

As you were parking your car you noticed there were already quite a lot of people. Only going to Tina's Halloween party hadn’t initially been on your planning. Party’s have never really been your scene. This time your best friend Nancy Wheeler had somehow convinced you to come. And if you were being honest you would do anything for Nancy if she just asked.

With your head being too busy being occupied by Nancy’s relationship it had totally slipped your mind that this was a costume party. You look down at your clothes trying to figure out if you looked like a character from a movie you had seen recently. Suddenly you remembered that last week Nancy had forced you to rewatch Grease with her. And you realise your outfit sort of resembled the outfit Sandy wears at the end of the movie. Lucky you.

Walking into the living room your eyes immediately scan across the room trying to find Nancy. A small smile creeped on your lips as you realised she was dressed as Lana from Risky Business. She hadn’t shut up about that movie since she had seen it. Oh and don’t even get started on her Tom Cruise poster.

You automatically had started walking towards her. Not even noticing Steve who was standing next to her. You were a few steps away as she walked right past you. Your head followed the brunette as she walked away. Suddenly you bump into something hard. As you look up you realise you walked right into Steve.

“Oh shit, sorry.” You apologized to him. It was hard to see Steve’s expression since he was wearing sunglasses but you were almost sure you saw his eyes roll. “Where did Nance go?” You questioned, your face furrowed in confusion.

“I might have convinced her to just be stupid teenagers for the night and now she is probably somewhere getting sheet faced.” He informed you with a tired sigh.“Are you an idiot Harrington?” You remarked, “You know what, don’t answer that. Should i go look for Nance before she gets to drunk?”

Steve noticed the sincere concern you had for Nancy. Steve noticed the way you would look at her instead of the movie the three of you were watching. Steve noticed your protectiveness over her. Steve noticed the smile and twinkle in your eye when someone mentioned her name. Steve noticed the way you would change all your plans if Nancy just asked you to do so. Steve noticed everything but he always just convinced himself that those things were all best friend things.

“No, no don’t worry I’ll look after her you go have fun!” He exclaimed after stumbling over his first few words. You rolled your eyes as Steve jogged away before you could respond. You weren’t here to have fun you were here for Nancy. After scanning the crowd for Nancy or Steve you couldn’t find either of them. Letting out a sigh you decided you might just take Steve up on having fun. A little booze never hurt anyone.

By now you were well on your sixth.. or no maybe it was your seventh cup. You couldn’t really be bothered either way. Suddenly you see a beautiful girl in a black and white top coming your way. She has gorgeous short brown hair. And as if the girl couldn’t get prettier she looks just like your Nancy.

“Hey! I’m so happy you came!” A voice that sounded as sweet as honey yelled out above the music. Suddenly it hits you. This girl doesn’t just look like your Nancy, this girl is your Nancy. “Nance!” you exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around her.

You couldn’t help but smell the flowery parfume she wore. The sweet smell made you want to keep breathing it in forever. Nancy catched on pretty quickly that you were way past tipsy at this point. She grabbed your hand and guided you as you stumbled to the bathroom. When you both entered she closed the door, the music from outside could only softly be heard and there hanged a comfortable silence in the air.

You leaned against the bathroom sink while she leaned against the door. The two of you both looked up at each other at the same time and both of you broke out in a smile. However that smile quickly turned upside down for you as you began to gag.

Quickly you rushed to the toilet and you felt Nancy already holding whatever hair would fall in your face. Quickly flushing the toilet when your done you couldn’t help but grimace as you leaned your head against the cold tiles of the bathroom. The disgusting taste of vomit still lingering in your mouth.

Nancy was quick to get you a glass of water which you accepted gratefully as she sat down next to you on the floor. “You feeling okay?” She asked as you took a sip of your water. “I like you” You blurted out.

You didn’t know where it came from, maybe it was the alcohol that was in your system. After the words you were struggling to come to terms with what just slipped past your lips, you didn’t dare to look up at Nancy. After a few moments of silence Nancy stood up. “Sober up.” She mumbled as she looked down at you.

Somehow you found the courage to look up at her, “Nance I’m not just saying it ‘cause I’m drunk.” You told her. “You know I’m dating Steve.” Nancy reminded, if it wasn’t for the alcohol in you you might’ve noticed that she was more reminding herself than that she was reminding you.

“What if I waited for you Nance?” You questioned maybe a bit to hopeful as you stood up and placed the water on the sink. “Would that maybe help?” You asked as you reached out for her hand. Just as your hand brushes hers, she quickly pulls it back. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” Nancy stuttered out as she walks out the bathroom door.

You just ruined it. You just ruined everything. A few tears escaped past your lashes. You turn around and lean with your hands against the sink. You catch your own eyes in the dirty mirror. Your mascara has run out, your eyes looked red, you looked like a mess. You wipe the few tears that hadn’t fallen of your face yet and in doing so you smudged your make-up even more.

Opening the bathroom door you hoped no-one would be able to see your face and as quickly as you could you made your way outside. You opened your car door and sat down while burying your head in your hands. You dont quite know how long you sat there like that but a sudden and rappid knocking snapped you right back into reality.

As you rolled down your car window you notice Steve Harrington standing in front of you. “Hey, I can’t find my car keys can you drop me off at my house?” He asks, tiredness very clear in his voice. At first you were about to say no, but then you thought about what Nancy would want you to do. She wouldn’t want you to leave Steve out here in the cold.

So you nodded and mumbled ‘sure'. He gave a small but grateful smile and walked around the car to get into the passenger seat. You started your car and you turned down the volume of your radio so it wouldn’t be to bothering. Because of pure coincidence you had to stop around a street light and exactly at that moment Steve glanced at you.

From the corner of your eye it was clear he noticed your messed up make-up. “Hey, you.. uhm.. you alright?” He asked clearly not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “It’s just Na-" You shook your head and let out a sigh, “It’s just nothing really.” You corrected yourself not taking your eyes of the road. After a silent drive that felt like hours you finally reached his house.

You parked your car half on the sidewalk so he could get out easily. As Steve is about to open his door he pauses. “I think me and Nancy broke up.” He blurts out. Your head shoots his way with a confused look on your face. “After she came back from the bathroom she got like pretty drunk, then we got into a fight and she called our relationship bullshit and basically said she didn’t love me.” He explained.

“oh wow” Is all I can seem to mumble out. “oh wow really? Thats all you have to say?” He complains. “Well yeah, what did you expect me to say after you dump all of that on me?!” I exclaim as I throw my arms in defeat. After that it’s quiet for a bit.

As you focus your eyes on the hands in your lap you debate on telling Steve about what happened between you and Nancy tonight. As you toy with your fingers you can feel Steve’s piercing eyes staring at you. He’s clearly figured out you want to say something. “Me.. Me and Nancy.. I told her I liked her..” You struggled with your words.

Not sure how Steve would react to them. After a minute of silence or so, you feel the tears threatening to fall again. This is stupid earlier this night you disliked Steve and just now you told him something you couldn’t even tell your parents. “Oh..” Is all he seemed to be able to mumble out. “Oh? Really thats all you have to say?” You complain as your voice quivers.

“Well yeah, what did you expect me to say after you dump all of that on me.” He joked with a smirk on his face. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “How did she react?” He questioned, his tone more serious now. “I don’t really know, she only really said that she was dating you, which is not true anymore I think, but besides that I don’t think she likes me back.” You respond with a saddened smile on your lips.

Steve bumps your shoulder with his shoulder and cracks a smile, “Hey, I’ve seen the way you care about her and how you would do anything for her, so that’s her loss.” You can’t help but let a smile slip on your face. Steve gives you a small nod and opens his car door and you send him a quick wave.

You started your car again and drove home while your thoughts wouldn’t leave you alone. Does Nancy hate you? Could you still be friends after such a confession? Did her and Steve break up because of what you told her? The questions wouldn’t stop plaguing your head.

[whysojiminimnida]

Love when people bring up things JK said (and sometimes was prompted into saying) about girls when he was barely into puberty as concrete proof that he is straight. My friend group and I are nearing 30... only in the last year have a few of us had breakthroughs about our sexualities and gender identities. I still haven't reached a 'conclusion' about gender and I will probably grapple with it for years to come yet. These things are a spectrum, and they can evolve. My brother was asking out girls at 17, and out as gay at 18 - whereas my best friend, who is in a long-term relationship and only ever thought she could be straight, realised this year she is bisexual. Compared to South Korea, we live in an incredibly liberal society, where we had the luxury of figuring some of this stuff out in the open.

Who are we to hold any of these boys hostage to what they said or thought years ago as if that was the last word on the matter? JK could indeed be as straight as they come. But people trying to prove that shouldn't take his 15-year-old self's word as gospel. It's a piece of the puzzle, sure, but not the whole picture.

Thanks, nice intelligent anon, and I apologize in advance because I am about to hijack your whole post and have a whole ass Come To Jesus Meeting.

I’m so disgusted with ARMY right now. Not you, smart anon, but ARMY in general and the transphobic, queerphobic Y/N fanfiction self-inserters whose homophobia is only overshadowed by their hate for anyone JK looks at sideways.

These people out here deciding that since a playlist was trans positive it cannot have been liked by their idol. But let him say boo to a girl - a teenage girl, not a legal adult yet - and she’s getting hate for existing.

No wonder Jimin avoids most social media. Holding them hostage indeed, anon. We really have done exactly that as a collective and that is so wrong.

As a queer person I’m incredibly offended for Jungkook. What if that Genderfuck playlist had been his? What if it WAS his and we’re just getting the oops narrative? Does a queer idol who is also a lyricist not have a right to explore thoughts and feelings related to gender or identity?

Or is gender only a construct if your idol looks pretty in a skirt and keeps their ideas and feelings and identity to themselves?

And then to add insult to injury they’re gonna paint him as a predator. 25 to 19 isn’t a huge age difference in the West but in Korea it is significant. Especially since 19 is not adulthood there. So let’s just make Koo a cishet EPHEBOPHILE because that’s better than being trans or trans-questioning? OH MY GOD.

I am nauseous. And I’m sorry, anon. Your points are well made and I agree with all of them. It’s only reasonable that a closeted idol living in a conservative fishbowl might find some answers in the lyrics of trans artists, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Kim Petras? “Do Me”? 2019, anyone? Jungkook has been toying with gender for awhile and I am amazed that we seem to have not noticed this or have ignored it for so long.

But nobody thought twice about that new Spotify account UNTIL the Genderfuck playlist showed up. If that was a hacker, good for them. Way to be trans-positive and educational while shining a light on the roaches in this fandom.

Also it’s a great playlist. Whoever this hacker or JK is, they have fantastic musical taste. I said it and I’m not sorry.

But to go straight *cough* from “My Idol Can’t Have Identity Questions Or Support The Trans Community” to “My Idol Clearly Is A Straight Man Who Fucks Minor Girls” is both libelous and horrific.

That is so egregiously problematic that it makes us ALL look gross and rightly so. We have let these segments of the fandom operate without censure or consequences for too long. We’ve said just ignore them, they’ll go away. NO THEY WON’T. My inbox is living proof.

ARMY, we have toxic pathological homophobes and transphobes in our midst. And TKKers don’t get a pass here. Y’all homophobic as fuck because you’re fine with gay as long as it’s between two hot traditionally-masculine men and you get to pick the man. That’s just Y/N fanfiction only you’re getting off to two dicks instead of one.

TKKers are problematic and toxic because they reduce JK’s queerness to something they can control. There is no support for his words, or Taehyung’s. There is only sick conspiracy theory and adherence to the rainbow font red arrow lies of their leader.

Yep, y'all TKKers sent that shit to a minor female who happens to be an ARMY JK stan. JFC kids. If I were Jeon Jungkook I would take my Jimin and my dog and my retirement fund and I would buy an island, move to it, set up weekly grocery delivery and disconnect the internet. Possibly forever.

[obesericewrites]

I hope I make since but: How would the ROs and Dawn (+Poly if you want) react in a dangerous situation where the MC was like dangling from a high cliff and they all watched the MC fall and plummet to the ground either because they couldn't reach them in time or because they let them go by mistake somehow???

But also in the event that months go by, maybe even years and the MC returns? Turns out they somehow survived the fall (in extreme pain but still) and someone/group found them and helped them recover? They most definitely have long lasting consequences from the fall, but for the most part they are alive and ok?? Sorry if this is long and you don't gotta answer both or either, I just always like to see how characters would react to going through all that whiplash of emotion like, "how can you be alive? I saw you die!" type of deal :'D

I -….I don’t even know what to say to this ask. Imma answer this tho and make hurt/comfort trope. This has been sitting in my inbox for awhile so…

M: There screams echoed down the cliff as they watched with pure horror as both of your outreached hands where left empty. When your body hits the tree line and disappeared they would throw themselves away from the edge.

M would never return to your village. Nor speak another English word again, completely losing themselves. Dawn would help them mourn as she herself would be doing the same. After a year, that’s when they somewhat accept your death.

That’s when you stumble into the thicket, screaming their name. At first, you would get no answer. Until M nearly rips a tree out of their way to get in front of you.

When they see you, the whole world seemed to take a pause as Ms eyes dragged over your body. You give them a shaky smile and softly say their name, that’s when your body would almost get the life squeezed out of it.

M would refuse to let you go or say a word, tears streaming down your face. They would softly chant your name over and over again. Filled with relief.

S: You look into their eyes but they turn away, tears threatening to fall from their eyes. They can’t look at you. When your screams finally stop….that’s when their screams finally start.

They would run. Their a coward. That’s what cowards do, they run. S would run for miles and never look back. It would be almost a year when they finally return to your village.

They would be sitting in your shop while resting their head on your desk when they hear the door bell chime. Their head would snap towards the noise, an excuse sitting on the tip of their tongue ….when they see you.

You gave them a small and almost shy smile, then you say their name. S would have never moved faster in their life, immediately grabbing you and holding you tightly.

Soft curses would escape their mouth and pull away just to pepper you face with kisses. Tears falling from their eyes as they just stare at you with a large smile.

B: Their entire body would react as a blood curdling scream left their throat as their leg would buckle. They would watch your body fall and disappear into the tree line and they would become hysterical.

They wouldn’t be able to breathe and their mind would almost shutdown when a year goes by. B will finally accept your death during that year.

That’s when you come back. You had walked into their home, when you call out their name. Bs heart would stop.

B would nearly stumble down the stars to get to your voice when they see you. Their heart would be beating a mile per second as they slowly approach you. Asking if it’s really you.

When you say yes, B would start sobbing and lung towards you. Their arms wrapping around your waist and tears wetting your chest as they just hold you.

Quad poly: No one would forget the sounds of all those screams echoing throughout the mountains, the anguish and terror in the screams would send chills down anyones spine.

M and B would be the boy one to openly mourn and share their feelings with each other. When they tell S their feelings, S would shutdown or snap.

After a year of so that’s when S would break and let everything spill out. After that year that’s when your death finally gets accepted.

When you return, that’s when all hell breaks lose.

M would see you first. They would nearly wail and run towards you and scope you into their arms. B would be next as they would hear the commotion. Then M and B would be hugging you tightly.

S would be last. They’d stand their frozen. Watching you three sobbing and laughing. They where a deer in headlights. When you call for them that’s when they slowly approach.

Almost hesitant, you’d hold out your hand and they’d accept it. You dragged them into the group hug and they’d slowly break. Tears would burst from their eyes and they’d bury their face in your shoulder.

[katieskarlette]

I want to play WoW.  I want to upload fun screenshots again.  I want to answer all the asks in my inbox.

Unfortunately my brain is not cooperating with any of that right now.  I’m still dealing with a lot of bullshit with my job, finances, health, and other personal stuff.  The last three months have been absolute hell in a lot of ways, and although that means I could really, really use the distraction of new WoW/dragon stuff, it also means my mental health is interfering with my ability to enjoy it.  (Which in turn makes me feel worse because this expansion is practically tailor-made for me and I should be having such a great time!  If only my stupid brain wasn’t blue screening...)  I dinged 70, explored the new hub city for awhile, and haven’t logged on since, despite wanting to.

So I’m mainly just reblogging stuff from people who are properly able to engage with DF, and I’ll join in the fun eventually.  Hopefully soon.

[sambvcks]

crawl home to her, b.b. x reader

chapter one // body’s working on empty

summary: bucky isn’t as receptive to this new life of his as everyone had hoped. he’s cold, sharp-tongued, and closed off. except to the tenant across the hallway from him, who always wears pajamas and bakes a dozen too many of his favorite cookies

warnings: food, nothing too bad this chapter!

word count: 1.5k-ish

author’s note: i thought my marvel phase ended five years ago...here we are again. i haven’t written in awhile so please be kind! title and chapter titles taken from hozier’s ‘work song’.

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Five minutes into their first session, Bucky decided he was going to make Dr. Raynor’s job as difficult as he possibly could.

It wouldn’t be an impossible task, seeing how this whole ordeal depended on him opening up and talking, two things that he had abandoned decades ago. Her unwavering stare was nothing more than a challenge, these fifty-minute sessions once a week were nothing more than a slight inconvenience to his lackluster day to day routine. He would play along, do whatever exercises she asked, and feign stability until he never had to see her again.

“Since this is our first session together, we’ll take it easy.” She promised with a forced upturn of her lips before whipping out her notebook.

Suddenly, it felt like he was encased in bulletproof glass in Berlin again. He remembered that the last time he had been forced into receiving psychiatric help, it hadn’t exactly gone to plan. His chin fell to his chest, hands wringing together as he thought of any excuse to request a different doctor. 

“Let’s begin.”

It was already getting too hot to wear leather gloves and his heavy jacket. New York’s heatwave was supposed to be the highest on record this year and while kids popped open fire hydrants in the street, Bucky would be settled on the hardwood floor in the back corner of his apartment, waiting.

Waiting for what, he wasn’t quite sure.

It was a fairly nice apartment, newly renovated and practically barren. Government issued and funded, of course, and he had spent the first night pulling the furniture from the walls to the center of the room in search of bugs and cameras. He found thirty-four, destroyed them under a rolling pin, and they hadn’t come to replace them. Message received.

The one thing he really liked about the apartment building were his neighbors. The price tag for a one bedroom was substantial to say the least and only older couples could really afford it. No children, no dogs, no outsiders. The only break from his undisturbed routine would be occasionally helping Mrs. Johnson down the hall carry her groceries as she struggled to get the door unlocked with her brittle hands.

They affectionately called him James and the older women were quick to get a hold of his arms, saying things like “They don’t make them like you anymore, James!”. He swallowed the bile prickling at the back of his throat as he nodded, and they moved on to telling him about their single granddaughters.

It was almost nice, his routine. Almost.

Outside of those small encounters, he spent most of his waking hours jogging in the park and cooking the same three meals. He had his appointment every Wednesday with Dr. Raynor, but that was it. He’d take two trains back to his apartment and wouldn’t emerge again until he needed groceries two days later.

It was when he was returning from one of his biweekly grocery trips, a paper bag settled on his hips, that he spotted you outside his door.

He stilled in the hallway, taking a quick step back to peek around the corner without being spotted. His breath stalled, his ears picking up your soft humming and the crinkle of plastic as you set a bundle of cookies at his doorstep, the only one without a mat. His eyes flicked to the other doors, where identical bags of cookies sat propped up, tied with blood red ribbons.

His shoulders relaxed. No threat.

The bottom of his grocery bag suddenly gave way, fruit rolling in every direction. Bucky fell to his knees, glove clad hands snatching up everything he could reach as quickly as he could manage. You were faster, though, and scooped up a plum that had rolled your way, offering it over as he tried to balance the rest of his groceries in his arms.

“Thanks.” He was quick to sweep past you, hand digging in his pockets for his key.

“James, right? Ms. Robinson downstairs is like, in love with you.”

“Yeah, but, uh-“ Dr. Raynor’s instructions from their last session rang in his head, as much as he tried to tune her out: make connections. “You can call me Bucky.” He cleared his throat. “And Mrs. Robinson is far too good for me.”

“Bucky it is then.” You trailed him down the hallway, “Y/N.”

Bucky tried to sneak a glance at you from the corner of his eyes, which was harder to inconspicuously do now that he had gotten a haircut and couldn’t hide his wandering eyes behind long tresses. Young was Bucky’s first thought. much younger than the other renters in the building. Bright was next, followed by much too smiley for a Tuesday morning.

Pretty, he admitted as he turned his back to unlock his door. Maybe in another life he would have lingered in the hall, his so-called effortless charm seeping through as you swooned at the very thought of a date with James Buchanan Barnes. But that life was long gone, and instead he rushed to retreat.

“Oh, don’t forget these.” You swooped down to collect the bundle of cookies you had left at his door, handing them to the hand that wasn’t delicately balancing the pile of groceries he still held against his impossibly broad shoulders. “Oatmeal raisin, super-secret family recipe.”

He was back in the doorway of his ma’s kitchen, watching his little sister balance on a wobbling stool as she struggled to crack and egg with her little fingers. He can so distinctly see the pale green of the cabinets, remember the fight his parents had when she begged for that shade of green while his dad had wanted white. Of course, she won.

“These are your brother’s favorite.” His ma whispered to his sister; her flour covered hands reaching for the age faded index card with their grandmother’s script detailing the ingredients. “Our family’s recipe. One day, you will make these for your children. And your children’s children.”

Rebecca, still so young and with a hatred for smelly boys deep in her bones, giggled at the mere thought as her fingers fished out the bits of eggshell that snuck their way into the bowl. She wiped it away on the spare apron tied twice around her waist, much too big for her. 

Bucky would never see her grow into it. He would be drafted only a few months later.

In the meantime, he would bundle half a dozen of them in a tea towel and split them with Steve on the walk to the movie theater. Steve would begrudgingly admit that Buck’s ma made the best cookies, but his made the best brisket. They’d sneak in through the back door and do it all again the next weekend, until they ran out of weekends together.

“Oatmeal raisin are my favorite.” He admitted, accepting your offering like a stray cat does to the first scrap of food from a stranger.

“I think you’re the only person under the age on one hundred to ever say that.” You teased, backing away to the door adjacent to his, “Anyway, don’t tell me things like that. I’m a stress baker and with finals coming up…” You winced at the image of the dozens of batches you would surely be whipping up in the coming weeks.

“Finals?”

“Law school, one semester left.” You fished your own keys from your back pocket. Bucky barely held in the scoff at the shiny Spider-Man keychain that dangled from your fingers. “You?”

“Oh, no. I haven’t been in school in what feels like…a century.”

“Well, I’m all alone here and as much as I would love to, I can’t eat everything that I bake. So, expect a few dozen muffins and cookies every few days.”

“No arguing from me, doll.”

You both lingered in the small hallway, only a few steps apart, each leaning against your respective doors. Keys in each hand, with no intention of using them any time soon.

“Law school, you said? How do you afford a place like this?” Bucky was sure he was the only recently pardoned fugitive under this room.

“Well, this used to be my grandma’s apartment and it was handed down to me in a maybe no so legal way. If the landlord asks, I’m an eighty-year-old woman who doesn’t know how to work her answering machine.”

He huffed a laugh, mostly because that wasn’t particularly far from how he felt with today’s tech. The flip phone that Dr. Raynor had described as archaic sat heavy in his back pocket with only three names programed into his contacts. Don’t get him started on his television.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.”

With that, you each stepping into your respective apartments. Bucky stalled at his door for a moment, listening as you locked and dead bolted your door behind you. He sighed, dumping his half-ruined groceries on his barren kitchen island.

The next day, he’d have another appointment with Dr. Raynor. This time when he’d say I’m trying, as he did each week, it wouldn’t be a complete lie. His phone buzzed in his back pocket.

2 New Messages

From: Sam

You coming up this weekend?

Don’t ignore me this time. He’s getting worse, Buck.

[liyazaki]

thank you to @spicyvampire @sunsetandthemoon @nattawins @ohaewpanwa @praninlove for the tag 🥰 it's been awhile since I've done this one, but I'll try to give different answers this time anyway.

1. your all time favorite bl and why: the ITSAYverse- ITSAY, LTIP & IPYTM (everyone act shocked). This story put my heart, throat and soul in a vice grip from the first viewing and hasn't let me go since. I'm feeling saucy today, so here's a hot take: if I had to choose one (which is impossible), it'd be IPYTM.

Hear that? It's the cacophony of anons raging in my inbox already...

2. that one bl that scarred you for life: the mere mention of Theory of Love makes my blood pressure spike to this day, and absolutely everything in FUTS aside from my chaos sons made me want to throw something. Anything. EVERYTHING.

3. bl that made you feel very single: UWMA/DeanPharm. They're so soft, so healthy and OhmFluke's insane talent combined with their IRL deep friendship/love for each other resulted in a kind of magic that constantly made me feel like I was intruding on their moment.

4. if you could change one thing from a bl, which one would it be? apparently we're not done with don't-come-for-me time: the ending of Bad Buddy. You can find my reasoning/me crying about it here.

5. your top five:

The ITSAYverse (I count all three as one because they're inseparable in my mind, plus I'm just greedy)

Until We Meet Again

Gameboys

Cherry Magic

Bad Buddy

honorable mentions: Gaya Sa Pelikula, Absolute BL (it's more parody than actual BL) and Life: Love On the Line (director's cut) is INCREDIBLE.

6. that trashy bl that you lowkey like: 2Moons2 is the lowest-stakes, tropiest little drama and the production/company behind it are beyond cursed, but I adore it. EDIT: @flukenatouch reminded me via her post about the currently-airing hot mess express that is Rainbow Prince (it’s so bad, it’s good). Also, TharnType is 500 kinds of problematic but MewGulf's chemistry could melt paint off walls, so.

7. your favorite korean bl (it’s important we know): Light on Me Light on Me LIGHT ON MEEEE. I might like it *just* a little. Like a smidge.

8. but also your top 3 for kbls: besides LOM, the only other K-BL's I'm a big fan of are To My Star and A First Love Story (a two-part short that might get made into a movie, last I heard).

Not mentioning the popular ones I'm decidedly not a fan of because I've had my neck out this whole post already- I (mostly) like being alive and would like to stay that way.

9. season 2? which one? once again, I scream: Light on Me Light on Me LIGHT ON MEEEE.

Honorable mention is one we're actually GETTING: Absolute BL S2 (screaming crying throwing UP) 😭 I'm SO excited for this one, I'm basically in distress every time I think about it.

10. a bunch of dramas will air soon. which ones are you the most excited for? talk about being spoiled for choice- I'm going to stick to just show names, with my highly-anticipated ones in red:

Absolute BL S2

Cherry Magic: The Movie

Oh! My Sunshine Night

Between Us (fingers crossed it gets a 2022 release)

To My Star S2

Cutie Pie

Gap (GL)

Moonlight Chicken

609 Bedtime Story

Eclipse

Kinnporsche

11. tagging my Discord/core crew (who haven't already done this- maybe?) + some new lovely moots (insert usual only-if-you-feel-like-it disclaimer here): @flukenatouch @badprophetvx @shortpplfedup @bengiyo @elnotwoods @gilly-bean @kyr-kun-chan @gramblacks @rose-nebulijia @icouldhyperfixatehim @pranpat @jemmo @lovelikegravity