#so im testing that out with writing

[starch1ldz]

Stucky blurb

cw for graphic depiction of Bucky's arm pre amputation + more or less canon depictions of violence

He wakes up in a snowbank, cold having seeped through to his bones long ago, it seems. As he comes more and more aware he also becomes more aware that his left arm is completely numb, and when he looks at it there isn't even much there to look at.

He's lost most of his arm, save for shreds of muscle and skin and shattered bone, everything nearly blue black from his shoulder down. That terrifies him, Bucky thought he'd seen everything. And now here he is, laying in the freezing cold snow wishing beyond wishing that he could hug Steve one last time before he dies of fucking Hypothermia.

Not blood loss, he's pretty sure his body is too cold to even try to keep blood pumping in what's left of his left arm, he can't feel his still intact fingers or his toes. He stares up at the bridge that he'd fallen from, realizing it's completely illogical that he survived the fall with just a mangled arm.

That's when he zeros in on the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow, he wonders how long he's been there, laying limp and unconscious in the snow. It looks like it's nearly nightfall, and he realizes he's been here for at least eight hours. He doesn't want to think about the fact that he might not have even fallen from the bridge today. The fact that he has absolutely no idea how long he was out.

Then there are agents dressed in all black surrounding him, little emblems of octopus on their uniforms. He realizes too late it's HYDRA, the very people they'd been trying to eradicate. And suddenly the strange happenings that have occured since Steve saved him from that wretched place that smelt damp and like his own blood make sense. They'd changed him.

He's not alive now out of luck, he's not lying there in the snow with not a scratch on him besides his arm being torn to shreds because he's lucky. No, that scientist had a plan for him. He realizes and feels sick with it as the soldiers start to get him prepared for transport, he's not completely sure he wants to know where he's going.

He wishes he had the courage to kiss Steve. Just once. To hell with the law against queers, to hell with Steve's Catholic descent. To hell with it all. If James Buchanan Barnes could go back in time, even just a day, he would take Steven Grant Rogers by the collar and kiss him so hard they see stars. If only.

No, instead he's being lifted into a truck and taken away. Taken to his imminent doom, he doesn't know what they'll do with him, but he knows it'll be nothing good, and he is rendered immobile by the frost bite that's undoubtedly nipping at his extremities. He's not ready for when he can feel what's left of his arm.

He doesn't know it yet, but he's going to get very used to not knowing. People, places, things... Himself.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Here is the slut.

[zabala0z]

Listened to 3 today instead of 2 like I planned! Worth it. Anyways, welcome back, yada, yada, I’m here again YIPEE

MAG 52: exceptional risk

Oh shit Robert Montauk is back. the guy who visited him was Maxwell Rayner and I did write down from previous episodes he was like a defrocked Pentecostal minister (hell he do???) and had that cult grow around him. Also the last name Rayner was mentioned in The Piper, Joseph Rayner tags or something. The whole, bulbs flickering and crappy water, at least my assumption, seems to be like in response. I’m assuming the thing that murdered Maxwell which then scared the shit out of his daughter in A Fathers Love and possibly killed her mom. I think Robert did something to try and get rid of that creature which is Maxwell came and did his ominous speech or whatever

MAG 53: crusader

Gertrude!!! No notes on this episode but I know eyes are like a super common theme in the magnus archives, I’ve seen some vague fanart so I’ll keep an eye for that. Sorry.

MAG 54: Still Life

Daniel Rawlings was one of the people who disappeared in Anglerfish near Old Fishmarket Close. The thing that was in his basement was also described very similarly to the thing in the alleyway. Swaying motion, a monotone voice, repeating the same sentence again, and again. Not only that Daniel disappeared the same year as Sarah Baldwin, who we were already, unfortunately, introduced to. I know he has like a completely different appearance but I dunno. It’s creepy. ALSO, there were those 2 men with cockney accents and when Jon got delivered those packages in season 1, Martin described them with cockney accents. So I’m assuming they are the same.

MAG 55: Pest Control

Jane Prentiss mention. Thought we’d be done with her when she’s now ash but I guess not 💀 (<- Jane) anyways, apparently John Amherst got an appearance. Doing some calculating, I think him in MAG 55 was before Taken Ill. I think. One thing I noticed looking back at Taken Ill was that Nicole didn’t want to touch the bell because there was this oily residue on it, the same oily residue on the door to his house when Jordan knocked on it. Also the landlord from Jane’s statement is here. Did not expect him to sacrifice himself. Clearly he knows a lot and maybe knew what that “wasps” nest was all about. He had that scar too. So far I can’t find anything connecting with that scar but everything (everyone) is going up in flames in this podcast I swear.

MAG 56: Children of the Night

I was actually going to end this post at Pest Control but I saw TREVOR was giving this statement so I had to listen. Anyways. Uh. Rest in peace that human he killed 🫡. The lady that had spiders come out was interesting. Lot of spiders in this podcast.

Also Jon seems really stressed like he needs a nice nap and maybe some like book to calm him down. I jumped and he wasn’t even yelling at me 😭 personally I would not let that slide. also Martin mentioned his mom having problems so he dropped out and I think his moms problems were based in the supernatural in some way. No basis for that.

One other thing, I saw that the title of this episode is like…slightly similar to the thing Gertrude referenced in Crusaders. “Those who sing the night “children of the night”. I guess only night is mentioned and it could be a coincidence but I’m keeping that in mind just in case.

Anyways that’s all my thoughts!! I see the next episode is something about space. It is currently 10:12 PM and it’s pitch black so I’m definitely not listening to that tonight.

[bonestrouslingbones]

also i hate to admit it and i swear i DO understand the importance of them but fellas i fear i may be steadily morphing into a humanities hater

[todayisafridaynight]

whatever og text i had in mind for this post about ko shibasaki looking like sayama in this movie is completely cancelled on account of utsumi (this character)'s first name being kaoru and i only found this out cause i was looking up her name just to be sure when making this post

like jesus christ i legally have to make this post now

[youngfeststarfish]

The relationship between the RRB (gonna do the PPG soon)

brick when he was younger loved that he's in charge but as he grew older he felt like his brothers (especially boomer) resented him for not letting them do what ever they want butch was always friends with the same people as brick but sometimes he wanted do things on his own or things that brick deemed stupid or dangerous

and then butch would argue with brick and they'd have a fight with boomer it's a lot different boomer is not like him or butch he never wanted do anything that they do he was never friends with the same people as them (not that he had friends to begin with) and brick always felt like boomer was too independent and he hated that they all might be seconds apart in age but boomer was his baby brother and he hated not knowing what boomer was doing or where he was and boomer never even told brick where he was going

just said he's going out to xyz street and will be back in xyz time so brick always said no and of course it would result in an argument he hated when his brothers get angry at him but he just didn't want them to get hurt by some of the town residents or God forbid the ppgs find them while they are alone but he always felt like his brothers never really considered him as a brother rather considered him as the leader

Butch felt like he was too much for his brothers to handle too much energy too much power just too much he was always the loudest brick was never loud (but he always had something to say) but was never as loud as butch or as out going as him boomer never spoke really he would only speak to them and only when needed to or when he's fighting with them

but he was never talkative with either butch or brick and butch would always try to get him to talk but it would always end in arguments with butch was always one step behind brick in everything they are best friends they tell each other everything tho butch does feel like brick is keeping to himself so he always felt like he wasn't good enough for his brothers to open up to him brick wasn't telling him everything and boomer wasn't telling him anything

Boomer always since he was a kid felt like he didn't fit in he wasn't as strong and mean as brick and butch he was never trusted to be sent on a mission alone HIM and mojo always sent either brick or butch cuz the deemed boomer too weak he was weak he always felt weak brick always had a plan (that was always absolutely ridiculous) that boomer always found a way to fuck up and

he always got too distracted to remember instructions always too weak for something and brick always got angry at him and it ended up in fight butch would always be trying to calm the situation down by saying something that would always mean that boomer is at fault then he'd always try to hang out with him or give him a stupid lecture about how brick didn't mean what he said and that boomer should try to listen to the instructions like boomer was a child that needed to be babied

[stridoll]

♡ be still, my new-found heart

a liek short itty bitty drabble in which aggie (and dirk) accidentallly find out what cuddling feels like below the cut . Unfinished i think .

the thousands of tiny precise mechanisms inside his new metal body seem to be moving rapidly, whirring away loudly. a pounding knock resonates all throughout in a new intense way aggie could have never dreamt of. it's as though he's about to burst into flames. — the knocking feels loud in his own lack-of-ears — if you touched his face now, would it burn? — it seems to be focused only in his chest, but it's so damn loud. — oh god, is he melting? — can he hear this? — aggie is embarrassed, at least he thinks so. this isn't a regular reaction. — "the knocking won't stop, such an intense rhythm." — "humans don't get like this simply from laying down next to another one. it's alright aggie, just calm down! don't get stuck in your own head!"

at the peak of his silent near-breakdown, to his utter horror and secret desires, dirk's unconscious body rolls over to pull aggie's into an embrace with one arm. his face presses up against the back of his shoulder before nuzzling in and resting his chin ontop of it. dirk's quiet snores roll once more peacefully and aggie lay perfectly still, analyzing all of his horrifyingly close and affectionate movements — to make it worse, he can't even see.

for the first time ever, aggie can only rely on sensations; the feeling of a warm, slightly heavy strong arm pulling his body in, the light blow of air as he exhales evenly, the sound of proof of his good night's rest, the rest of him just so near aggie. it's a special and beautiful new kind of hell. he can't see dirk's face.

but oh, how he yearned to. often tired-looking eyes already always behind a screen for most of the time finally shutting for well-deserved rest, brows unfurrowed in focus, the slight squish and push of his cheek as it presses against his body slightly, the folds in his clothes as his arm pulls up to hold, steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and those lips aggie thinks are so nice — looks so.. soft and —

and all the while aggie was lost in fast-paced yet peaceful thought, he had forgotten just how cold the room was before this. his body is warm up against his, and his isn't meant to be so.

"fuck, i think my heart is racing."

[spookythesillyfella]

wanted to experiment a bit with my art today !! yaaay !!! ¥_^

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can anyone else hear those bells ominously tolling in the distance ?

★ version without text under cut :

★ lyrics : "Melancolia" – Caravan Palace

[ladyohdeath]

holy fuck guys i haven’t been this sick in ages. the amount of fevers ive had in the past three days is in the double digits

[paraonyx]

I KNOW I NEED TO STOP PROCRASTINATING ON ALL MY PROJECTS WITH OTHER PROJECTS BUT IVE BEEN DAYDREAMIN ABOUT THIS OTHER FIC AND I WANTED TO AT LEAST GET SOEMTHING DOWN. SOOOO UH YEAH :]

(This is still a draft btw)

[zoroshonkingbazonkadonkas]

why did i decide to read the bad reviews of tfc.... pls i'll commit hate crimes

[aerialflight]

i'm writing a gilmore girls fic that involves paris geller from our pandemic year 2020 going back to 2001, around the time jess first comes in to town. very slow burn between jess/paris. i have around 10k words of snippets all over my doc and an outline and i'm slowly becoming re-obsessed with gilmore girls again. what the fuck is up with this fandom that i keep going back to like an on-and-off again boyfriend??? anyway, i have no idea if i'll ever post this and i've been going back and forth on this for what feels like forever. if this sounds at all interesting, let me know.

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[b4kuch1n]

took a mock ielts test today

[vanyafresita]

i should be given 10 million euros for doing a master's while having a job btw

[ashton-ryder]

// open. int. atrium - night. 23 dec 2022

Another year another obnoxiously lavish party at the Wexley. If Ashton had any other excuse to be anywhere else, he'd take it. But the flights home were too expensive and he had work to do on his thesis right up till Christmas, even if the university was technically on break, the campus was still filled with students for one reason or another. Ashton had came back from the campus, having the party slip out of his mind and instead of actively avoiding it, he unconsciously walked right into it. Getting caught in the crowd at the entrance and giving in once the announcements were made and the food and drinks were flowing.

"I could use next month's rent for something else then.." Ashton murmured to himself as a sat alone on a couch in a quieter corner of the Atrium, a mulled wine in one hand and another flipping through his monthly expenses on his phone. The books he had borrowed from the school library and brought home acted as his arm rest. He only looked up when he heard someone approaching, and he raised his glass as a small greeting. "The Wexleys are feeling charitable this year, huh?"