#sleep serum

[unbridled-clownery]

pre-serum steve had heart problems. he had asthma. by all counts, bucky had no reason to suspect the racing of his heart to mean anything other than something medical. there's never a reason to question his quickened breath; steve always startled his asthma easy.

tonight was no different- in fact, with a black eye and likely-broken nose, steve's breathing is more than irregular.

however.

bucky's face, inches from his. it made his eyes cross and his head dizzy. bucky was ever-so gentle. just barely dabbing the wet cloth against the curve of steve's cheekbone. he winces where steve doesn't; sympathy and frustration are sitting sisters between his brows.

idly, steve wonders if he ever tires of treating him like glass. there's a limit to his frustration; steve's smart enough to know there's more than one reason bucky spends his days off at the boxing gym.

almost as if to juxtapose his thoughts, bucky's hand grabs at his chin. tilting steve one way and the other, looking him over for any further imperfections.

they're close enough that steve can feel the puff of bucky's breath on his jaw. his own feels shorter. the beating of his heart rises to his ears.

steve's tongue runs over the split on his lip.

bucky's eyes flick to his mouth; the lighting in their dingy brooklyn appartment is far too faint for steve's eyesight to tell if there's any color to his friend's cheeks.

"you're gonna have to ice that one yourself, pal."

suddenly he's a step back, and there's a smile on his face that doesn't quite raise his ears the way steve's used to.

turning his head to glance at their icebox, he's sure bucky can spot the embarrassed color that floods his cheeks. there's nothing he should be embarrassed about.

"right. i'll do that."

[crimeronan]

i get cursed by a witch to speak all of my thoughts aloud so i have to confess all my sins and secret love and secret hate and all that. however before i can even start to ruin my whole life by spilling all my inner nastiness, i open my mouth and start screaming and screaming and screaming in an unbroken howl of agony that shreds my throat and darkens the sky and shakes the moors and makes everyone around us just, really really Really uncomfortable. then the witch is scratching the back of her neck like damn bitch. you live like this???? no wonder you're the most annoying person on the fucking planet. ok. curse revoked. let's get you some rutabaga from my garden. or whatever

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

I LOST MY FRIENDS GIFT SOMEWHERE IN MY HOUSE AND I SEE HER TOMORROW MORNING

[starry-bi-sky]

'Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings' doodles, because Pathetic Wet Cat Danny is the best Danny to practice drawing young faces with (and expressions).

[bumbumblebeetuna]

guh.

Imagining pre-serum Bucky (in the 1940s) being so desperately in love with the scrawny blond boy who had a reputation for getting into unnecessary fights.

Bucky would come home from work, maybe it was a particularly long shift at the docks or he had to do twice as much work because a crew member called in sick. Whatever it was, Bucky was absolutely exhausted. The kind of fatigue that bore into his bones and settled into his very core...

...dragging… 

..him…

..down.

But then. 

Bucky sees Steve asleep on the couch with his sketchbook fallen to the ground. The familiar raspiness of his breathing whispering softly through the air.

Bucky peers over to catch a glimpse of whatever Steve had drawn.

Maybe it was another study of the Brooklyn skyline or a particularly weird-looking pigeon he had seen earlier today.

But as Bucky pieced together the messy lines inch by inch, leaning over Steve’s sleeping form as far as he could without waking him,

He sees sketches..

..of himself.

The mischievous glint of his own eyes as he smirked at an imaginary audience through the page. 

The sharp edges of his own jawline that he didn’t know he had. 

The warmth of his own smile, the one that he specifically reserved for Steve (and Steve only). The one that showed just a shimmer of his true emotions when the lights were dim and the world was quiet enough for Bucky to forget that it existed.

Bucky’s heart races but he immediately shakes his head to stop himself from thinking any further.

Because there was no way Steve could love him…

Steve couldn’t love him.

They would get locked up or worse, killed if they tried to love each other. 

So Bucky huffs out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and walks into the kitchen.

Setting a reminder for himself to keep all of his yearning to late-night whispers when he was sure Steve was asleep and incoherent mumbles under his breath when he sees Steve in the rightest way, which he always somehow did no matter how wrong it was supposed to be.

Because god dammit.  Bucky would proudly go to hell if his only sin was loving the one who was the reason he ever loved at all.

[sol-consort]

in the year 2183 a post saying "btw guys this is the year Mass Effect takes place" will go viral and memes will get made about deploying in the reaper war and getting a hot turian gf and I won't be able to reblog them because I'd be dead :(

[redbusters]

why does nobody talk about how absolutely deranged the divergent series was. i read those books when i was 12 but I went and read the wikipedia summaries the other day and they're genuinely insane? like yeah bad hunger games knock off but they're so much more than that. in a bad way to be clear. but i think we all need to spend more time acknowledging how crazy those books were.

[eepylesbean]

Just a lil stucky WIP I pooped out just now, tell me how we feeling about it

Steve quickly made his way down the ornate castle halls, making sure to keep his dress from tripping him. He zipped past servants going on about their work, heels clacking loudly on the marble floors before coming to face a large intrequit door.

He slammed it open, chest heaving as he came to a stop. His mother and a very familiar face stood at the foot of the throne, two guards by each person.

"Bucky?" He said breathlessly, the man in question turned from the queen Sarah--Steve's mother-- and grinned. "Hey stevie" He said as he held out his arms, inviting the blond in.

Steve quickly took the hint and pushed himself from the door and into the brunet alphas arms. He jumped and bucky quickly caught him in air and spun him around, Steve's dress and bucky coat tails dramatically spinning with them.

Bucky sat Steve back down on the floor looking down at him with an even bigger smile on his handsome face. "Long time no see, huh?" He said kiddingly, Steve still in his embrace.

Steve's bright expression quickly turned to anger, "You jerk!" He said sternly as he broke from his embrace and punched the much larger man's shoulder.

Bucky laughed and held a gloved hand up to one of his, frankly, confused guards--a heavier set man with a bushy mustache, as moved towards them.

"I haven't seen you in forever and I have to find out through servant gossip that you were here?!" Not lowering his voice any but there was no real malice in his tone.

"Sorry doll, my dad was working me to the bone, trying to get me ready for the throne." He explains, " hardly any time to write or visit." He put his hands on Steve's shoulders as to stop his flailing.

Steve huffed at the explanation but stopped his movements. "Can I tell you why I'm here?" Bucky ducked down to meet Steve's eyes, who looked back up at him through his lashes and nodded with a pout.

"Well, I've got news and I of course wanted you to be the first to know." Steve perked up, wondering what it could possibly be.

"I'm getting married." Bucky said with a smile.

Steve's heart dropped, he blinked a couple of times in confusion. "What?" He barely heard himself over the blood rushing to his ears.

He quickly recovered and cleared his throat. "That... is great." He tried his best to look and sound excited for the alpha, but even to him it didn't sound right. "Do I... do I know them? What are they like?" He knew he shouldn't be but he was curious to find who would be taking the spot by Bucky's side he had been wanting since he was a pup.

Bucky seemed to get more excited at the question. "You know them very well, I promise, and they're probably the prettiest omega I've ever met, little spitfire too, always quick to put me in my place when I need it." Bucky gushed about the omega, not knowing about Steve's plight happening in front of him.

Steve swallowed and numbly pushed from Bucky loose embrace, nodding along to what Bucky was saying.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be great for you... I think I might just..." He trailed off trying to find an excuse, looking to his mother who was holding her hand over her mouth, trying to cover a smile. "Steve, dear, did you hear a thing he said?" She asked with a smile and an eye roll aimed at Bucky.

Steve looked back at the alpha even more confused. Bucky was biting his lip trying to hold back laughter like his mother was a few seconds ago.  "Steve, I was talking about you, I want to marry you, if you'll have me of course."

It seemed everything Bucky was saying was a different language, because Steve froze again, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand." He said slowly, looking between the two older alphas.

"That's why I'm here, I was asking your mother for your hand in marriage." And when that explanation didn't work Bucky sighed deeply. "Here how about this," he lowered down on one knee in front of the blonde. " Steven Grant Rogers of TBD, will you marry me?" He held Steve's much smaller and colder hands in his own large warm hands as he smiled up at the omega.

Something finally clicked in Steve as he gasped and tear rushed to his eyes for a different reason.

He looked up at his mother and even the guards around excitedly before making his way back down to Bucky, who was looking back with affection.

"Yes! Yes of course I'll marry you, you jerk!" He said excitedly and found himself back into the alphas arms, almost knocking him over. Bucky laughed as he hefted himself and Steve from off the floor.

Bucky brought out a small box that held an even smaller band of silver and shinging diamonds in it. "Now I know it's not much but I figured we'd go together and pick something else out before the---." He tried to explain sheepishly before he was cut off. "Shut up, I love it, I'll keep it forever." Steve said while admiring the ring that was placed on his finger.

Bucky chuckled and brought the blonds hands to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. "Of course, doll." He smiled from under his lashes.

[flatstarcarcosa]

problematic blorbos: slade. wont shut up that i should "shut the window" and "turn the fans off" because it's "37 degrees outside" and "there's no heat in the bedroom"

[kimjunnoodle]

my roommate just asked me if i was wearing makeup or if my skin “just had that glow”

[rottiens]

I was not made to save and have money in the bank honestly

[immabebaby]

Ugly duckling but it's Steve. Like, pre-serum Steve Rogers, but at the end he doesn't get his post serum glow-up he just finds an accepting group. Now, Steve Rogers, especially pre-serum, isn't too self conscious and ignores what others think of him, but he's bound to have his hidden insecurities right? Ok, good. Anyways, he's the 'ugly duckling' by society's standards, so he usually gets poked fun at, mocked, etc. Until he meets that group who just doesn't care. Think about it, he would fit right it; Tony has ugly scarring all over his chest that he hides, Bruce, by the default of not being incredibly fit, is also not conventionally attractive, Bucky can also arguably not be seen as conventional bc he's an amputee, and so on and so forth. My guy just needs to find his group where he fits right in. You can also make it personality wise, none of their personalities are conventionally attractive either. So him 'blooming into a beautiful swan' is literally him finding acceptance, a friend group (and maybe more) that like's him just how he is, given that none of them are or care about conventional beauty. Maybe the moral can be something like 'conventional beauty is a scam's or something

[chiropterx]

YOU HAVE JUST DIED.

↳ what loot items do you drop?

Kirk Langstrom has dropped:

Vial Of Bat Serum. "An experimental substance Kirk has spent years developing in hopes of curing deafness. The liquid within is a deep blood-red and glitters ominously, inviting whoever holds it to swallow what's inside..." (Legendary)

Golden Wedding Ring. "A simple wedding band made of gold. Though it hasn't been worn for quite some time, it still retains a loving warmth." (Rare)

Thick Notebook. "A leather-bound booklet full of messy scribbles detailing complicated notes regarding his research. The handwriting is as unintelligible as what he's written, the increasing sloppiness showcasing how it's owner's mind was deteriorating over time." (Rare)

Leather Wallet. "A sturdy wallet containing a series of cards. Included is a photo of his ex-wife Francine Langstrom, back when they were still a happy couple. The photo is worn and dog-eared, as though it was taken out and held often."(Uncommon)

Lab Coat. "Just your everyday white labcoat. There is brown fur in the pockets and spots of blood staining the fabric. Smells unpleasant..." (Common)

Grocery Receipt. "A recent purchase for groceries. It seems all he bought was... fruit?" (Common)

Tagged byStolen from:@gnarledbite (♡) Tagging: whoever wants to do this???

[the-ghost-bird]

I've got at least a week to rest so I can heal my muscle strain which means a shit ton of extra time, so if any mutuals wanna hmu and talk shit, dms are open

[hollow-port]

Owl house is almost perfection! 

I just wish we got some more potion-making lore! I know I keep going back to this, but potion making is just my favorite form of magic in fantasy universes, and so many fantasy universes just Downplay it! Even Dungeons and Dragons, it takes a huge back seat in terms of the magic system! (I could rant on and fucking on about the alchemist artificer. The fact it’s so fucking lack luster makes me so fucking sad.)

Eda and Lilith were right there in terms of what I want in terms of brewing witches, but... They fall just short. However, I don’t really blame Dana, because she was fucking kneecapped but the corporate fucks at Disney. I just we got more than the little we got in the show. Maybe in another life. Who knows?

[everwalldigan]

To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate “ranking” system of his kids that only he’s privy to.

Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and who’s in the current lead, who’s hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like he’s a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.

Jason hasn’t killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasn’t caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps don’t count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that he’ll be there for this week’s Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the “in trouble” zone (which, honestly, that’s where his kids spend most of the time in😭). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.

Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. He’s in the “in trouble” zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.

The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.

The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.