#that man is obsessed with meeeeeeee

[mumblehound]

sorry for getting stoned and begging to give you head while i rubbed my face on your thigh. not very mindful of me.

[pedros-immaculate-vibes]

Getting To Know You

thanks @snumlik for thinking of meeeeeeee 💗💗💗

Last song you listened to:  probably Femininomenon by Chappel Roan

Favourite colour: Dark green, sage green, and lilac. Fav color to wear is teal and red.

Currently watching: uhhh, idk I don’t think I’m watching anything atm. I’m listening to the first campaign of critical role religiously

Favourite flavour: depends on the time of month 😂 right now, savory like seared steak or marinated-then-grilled chicken

Current obsession: Dragon Age: Inquisition and Halsin, as always 🫠

Last thing I googled: “Ao3”

Favourite season: Fall bc the smell in the air, it’s my birthday season, and every cozy hobby comes out. And that subtle spooky element makes my heart sing

Skill I’d like to learn: general car mechanics. Like I’ve changed brake and rotor pads, but that was years ago and I’m pretty sure I forgot.

Best Advice: “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture on the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but nature more.”

-Lord Byron

I always took that as Nature is a source of calm and healing that should be utilized often, and I’ve loved that quote since high school 💚

[gingerteaonthetardis]

TELL US ALL ABOUT YOUR MIDGELENNY FIC AND THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM IN GENERAL. (Yes I am an enabler, asking you to inflict your obsessions upon my dash, why do you ask? XD)

akshdksjsks thinky, you are always my enabler and i love you for it <3 also, i was literally about to message you and ramble about how the WIP just broke 20k, literally right now, and once again... i am maybe halfway through? possibly not even that? kill meeeeeeee, i have to stop doing this to myself

but okay, here's the thing. it started with me thinking, "what if lenny (the character, not the man) had the chance to do it all over?" and i got stuck on this premise, which you already know about—it's loosely based on this book life after life, where the lead character keeps getting born and reborn, living subtle variations on the same life (occasionally wild variations, too). i'm sure there are loads of other books like this, but this is the one i read earlier this year, so it's fresh in my head.

i wanted to explore the idea of lenny with foreknowledge, lenny knowing where it ends and still choosing to walk certain paths. lenny realizing that in every lifetime—somehow, no matter what, there's midge. in some form or another, his life gets tangled up with hers, even just for a second. lenny screwing it up. lenny fixing it. lenny dealing with addiction, not dealing with addiction, lenny cutting himself off from any possibility of ever developing an addiction at all. i mean, dear god, the whole thing does ultimately come down to me wanting to Put That Man In Situations. so i went to the source, obviously.

only... now i've read lenny(the man, not the character)'s autobiography, i've started reading 'the essential lenny bruce,' i've watched hours of video and listened to hours of audio content, i've started reading supplementary material—i am in too deep, bestie, and i have only discovered more Situations to Put That Man In. because in some ways, his comedy really does feel prescient. in other ways it is hopelessly outdated, but god damn—when he got it, he got it.

so, what if he'd had unlimited chances to get it wrong, right, and everything in between?

anyway, good luck parsing all this brainrot, here's your applause for sticking it out:

[transcakeoutintherain]

ed my no 1 cheerleader always o7 appreciate u man also really obsessed with your header which i have only just now noticed. the transsexualizing beam of the monkees so true!!!!

HEHEHE your art extremely rules & I absolutely love to be Insane abt ppls art!!!!!!!!!!!! & YEAH DOESNT IT FUCK. MY PARTNER @davy-zeppeli MADE IT FOR MEEEEEEEE I genuinely Just changed my header & description & Everything so I am delighted u noticed. Using this as an excuse to post that thang bc it Deeply Fucking Rules

Anyways get blasted by the Transsexualizing Beam hope this helps

[veritable-trash]

Nights Like These

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Words: 2.3k

Warning: smut she finally wrote some oneshot smut get ready it's hot Matt Murdock is THE love of my life

A/N: sooooooo Matt Murdock is well hm the sexiest man alive? i will argue that point till death i'm a taurus don't try me. daredevil/matt murdock are again one of my original loves and original characters i read for from way way back so i had to write something for him. i finally wrote just smut without the need for 2000 words of character development!!! also didn't super edit this so apologies for any craziness. anyways matt murdock is my king i dream of him daily ALSO if you also love matt and haven't read @pastafossa the red thread WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? GO NOW!!!! it's fantastic and has been feeding my matt obsession. alright enjoy matt being my everything for 2.3k words :) hugs and kisses on this fine sunday <33333333

(he's so sexy to meeeeeeee, ok sorry i'm done being thirsty....for now)

~~~

Nights like these made him question. Question why he was doing this. Beating himself bloody night after night with so little to show for it. Just bruises and scars marring his body, a constant reminder that there is still so much violence and pain in this place that he loved. It drove him mad, made him want to tear his hair out and scream into the void but he couldn’t stop. He was in too deep. This place, his home, there was no way for him to let go of it. Tethered to the very foundation of it, of Hell’s Kitchen.

And it was nights like these, where his mind was a whirl of hurt and blood and confusion that he ended up here. Outside your window, listening to the rhythm of your heart. Aching at the sound of your peaceful breaths, slow and deep with sleep. Beating himself bloodier with the guilt of possibly waking you, disrupting these quiet hours he knew you needed.

But he needed you. Desperately. His body was on autopilot leading him to the one place his breath could slow. His shoulders could drop.

And even his guilt ridden brain couldn’t stop him from sliding through the window you never locked. Stripping himself of the devil suit he was suffocating in and wrapping himself around you. Shivering at the way you hummed with such content that he couldn’t believe it was directed at him, because of him.

You turned in his arms, the warmth so pleasant and sweet. Chest to chest was how you knew he loved to be. So tightly woven together he could feel every thrum of your body, so alive it soothed him.

He had confessed to you early on how much he was terrified of loosing you. And so this nightly ritual was created both knowingly and unknowingly between you two. Hands skimming across shoulders and backs feeling for new wounds, fresh pain, his heat seeping into your skin, your sighs bringing him comfort he’s never known before. Breathing, and in Matt’s case bleeding, but still here and alive and perfectly content in that.

Your nose pressed into his neck, skirting along the veins and arteries, almost feeling the pulse beneath his skin. His rumble of approval, of finally having you close reverberated through your body. Shook you deep with how much you missed him. Craved him almost every second that you weren’t like this.

His fingers tangle in your hair pressing into your scalp making you sigh, his other hand wrapping around your knee hitching it over his hip. There’s a moment of peace here, a final settling together after being apart for so long.

But he wants more and you want more. Need more when bloodshed, fear, death seem to always be looming.

The fingers in your hair sharpen into a tug that has you arching further into him, head tilting up, a whimper laid before him as an offering. He tastes you in the air, can feel how your body temperature rises from just one little movement. But you’re always ready for him. Every time you are close he can always feel, taste the underlying layer of want. Of your body, your cunt aching for him. And he would be loathe to say he isn’t always craving you.

His blood hums with you. Hums more more more. More of your touch. More of your taste. More of those sounds you only make for him.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbles over your lips just barely brushing, teasing you. You huff a laugh. It’s been maybe 6 hours since he left through the window he just came through, but neither of you can help it. This ache, this neediness for the other that’s like a constant pulse.

"You saw me a couple hours ago Matt. Are you obsessed with me or something?” and though you jest, your body curves further into him, fingertips and nails starting to dig into his scalp and his back. Trying to pull him, his lips closer, needing more touch.

But Matt loves to tease you. Loves to hear you whimper his name, beg for something, anything as long as he gives it to you.

His teeth graze against your lips, your jaw, your ear, the hand in your hair not letting you move an inch. Making you feel every second of his lips on your feverish skin. Everything in your body turns hot and he hasn’t even kissed you yet.

His hips rock up into you, your cunt clenching on air as you feel the outline of his cock, thick and heavy against your core. You gasp out against his lips, still a hair's breadth between you, torturing you. His fingers still twisted in your hair, his other hand digging into your waist, playing under the edge of your sleep shorts.

“Baby, please, please. I ju-, I can’t-.” He rocks into you again, and you stutter out. Mind going dark. Your nails scrape down his back, trying to get him closer. Your tongue peaks out from behind your lips, licking at his, and finally, finally, he snaps.

A soft puff of air is the only warning you get before his mouth finally melds with yours, tongue and teeth dancing together. Licking into your mouth. Pulling at your lower lip. You’re both panting into each others mouths, bodies rolling against each other, winding together tighter and tighter.

He shifts you onto your back. The need to envelope you in him taking over. Pressing his body against your, pushing you deeper into the mattress with every rut of his hips. He craves having you like this. Every inch pressed against him. The feel of you almost making him cum. The sensory overload all he ever craves with you.

He rips his shirt off of you, needing skin to skin. The feeling of your bare chest against his makes him quake, hips stuttering against yours, a soft groan falling from his lips onto your throat. His mouth finding your pulse point and sucking till you shiver.

“I always miss you. Fuck, you’re all I think about.” He mumbles into your throat, into the valley between your breasts, around your nipple. His brain turning foggy as you take over his senses. “I think about you and the way your pussy tastes at least once a minute, so maybe obsessed isn’t too far off.”

You can feel the smile, the laugh as he bites at your nipple sending electricity straight to your core. Soothes it with his tongue making you squirm. Trailing warmth across your chest as he moves to your other breast. Your hips roll up against him, needing more friction, and his head drops on a stuttered groan.

“Fuck, Matt, maybe I need to get a restraining order or something.” You giggle a gasp, his teeth biting into your hip. “I mean you are a lawyer, what’s your legal advice?” His shoulders settle between your thighs, pushing them apart as he glances up towards your face, head cocking to the side a crooked smile over taking his mouth.

“Well, if no harm is being done by said stalking I would say you should do nothing. I mean, you’ve said it yourself, no one makes you cum the way I do.” And then his tongue is licking into your heat, groaning at finally getting to taste you, sending your hips off the bed.

His arms wrap around your thighs and stomach, holding you down as he dives his tongue deeper and deeper with every lick. His nose rubbing against your clit, causing sparks to scatter across your skin.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, pulling a moan from him that vibrates through your cunt. You can see how his hips grind down into the mattress and your cunt clenches, wishing for him to fill you. Aching for the stretch only his cock can give.

“I need you inside of me.” He hums his response into your pussy, and his fingers come down to skim through your soaked folds. “Fuck baby yes, yes, yes.”

You choke out a moan, as his fingers push into you, spreading you open. His lips wrap around your clit sucking it into his mouth on a hum. Fingers curling into you, pressing against your soft walls, sending bolts of pleasure through your body. His tongue drops from your clit to lick between his fingers at your entrance, lapping up the sweet slick leaking out of you.

It’s filthy the way he eats at your cunt. Messy and needy, the slick sounds of his fingers pumping into you echoing through the room. He makes a mess of you and him, his jaw and chin shiny with you.

But it’s how he whimpers into your pussy that has you almost tipping over the edge. How he begs you to grind against his face harder. Like he wants to suffocate between your thighs.

His mouth comes back up to your clit, humming around it, flickering his tongue across it. His fingers rubbing into you just right and then it’s stars and darkness. A whiny, breathy moan breaks from your lungs. He groans into the core of you as you flood his mouth. Licking at you till you jolt as the pleasure sharpens to pain, fingers still locked in his hair pulling him to your mouth.

And then you get to taste you and him mixed together on his tongue and it’s all heat again. Your mouth and tongue running against his chin, his jaw, licking into his mouth, tasting the salty slick of you.

His hands are already clawing his sweatpants down, your hands following shortly after to wrap around him. So thick and hot in your palm, you both moan at the contact. Every touch is always too much, like it’s ripping pleasure against your skin, almost to the point of drawing blood.

He nestles himself against you, cock rubbing against your clit, the slick of your core. It almost burns him as he continues to rock, just barely pushing into you, teasing you both till you’re gasping for air.

Your nails digging into his back, his ass, panting against his ear. His cock notches into your entrance and your body goes slack as he fills you. Your head rolling back against the pillows as he splits you open. His hands clawing at the sheets next your head, his breathes puffing against your neck as he forces himself to go slow.

He wants you to feel every inch. Wants to feel how your pussy grips him so tight it feels like the air is getting sucked out of his lungs. You always feel so good, hot and slick and soft, your skin tastes like sugar every time he bottoms out in you and it drives him insane.

You’re both practically heaving as he starts rolling into you. Stroke after stroke lighting up your skin, making your eyes roll back. Ankles locking around his lower back pulling him deeper, as your hips meet his, his cock hitting that spot inside of you that makes all your muscles lock up.

And he feels it. Knows every corner and curve of your body. Hits every spot with such precision, your toes curl till they’re numb. And now he’s ramping you up again. The heat swirling in your belly, rising in temperature as his cock rubs against that spot over and over and over.

“I can feel how tight you’re getting. Are you gonna cum for me? Cum on my cock sweetheart, please for me.” You whine out for him. He’s almost begging you, his mouth coming back to yours, licking the moans off your tongue.

His thumb finds your clit rubbing circles into it causing your hips to stutter with the overwhelming pleasure. You’re so sensitive that it almost hurts and then all of sudden you’re coming. Your lower half seizing up, shattering and shivering as you moan his name into his lungs.

His mouth drops open as he feels you tightening, squeezing him till he hurtles over the edge after you. His cock throbbing deep inside you, his cum filling you till it starts to leak out around the base of him. He can feel the way your walls flutter every few seconds, his cock jumping with every pulse.

There’s so much sensation as you both breath, trying to settle yourself. Still lightly rocking against each other, floating in those last few waves of bliss. His nose finds your heartbeat in your neck, rubbing against it, grounding himself further into you.

“Hi.” Your fingers run through his hair, body starting to loosen, sleep on the horizon even as the sun just starts to lighten the sky.

“Hi.” The vibration of his voice against your chest makes your heart squeeze. His head lifts, feathering a light kiss over your heart, like he felt it himself.

“You got any bleeders I need to check or can we go to bed?” Your fingers run along his back and sides, checking, like you always do.

“No, nothing we can’t deal with later. I just wanna rest.” It’s a muffled mumble into your skin, his body and mind lax, the pressure of your fingers on his skin making him melt. The feeling of your heart beat against his cheek lulling him to sleep.

He’s so tired but these moments with you like this are so rare, that he fights to stay awake as long as he can. Fights the pull of sleep till your breath evens and slows, till finally he can’t fight it any longer and settles further into you. Eyes drooping closed as he finally lets himself go to the peace of being surround by you.

~~~

ok kisses from ya missus ie me xxxxx

[ameliora-j]

Imagine surprising Steve by wearing his Scoops Ahoy hat.... And nothing else 😈

(I'm obsessed with this man rn and nothing can stop meeeeeeee)

-🌵

rdijerbfusjej he’d fs drool a little bit, going slack jaw as he stares at you

[1eos]

Kendra! I just woke up from my first Leo dream! So the really funny thing is that in my dream it was originally some other guy and Leo basically inceptioned his way in by replacing the guy and I didn't even think much of it until I woke up 😭. So in my dream, Leo had been a childhood friend of mine and we were rekindling our friendship and a little something more where I was making him my man 😌 when we were alone he was super playful and dramatic and doing these sultry dramatic poses while he was on a sofa and I was cracking up and thinking to myself Ahhh if only I could tell Kendra how he really is irl! And that seemed to summon you LMAO because suddenly I was walking with some people in my dream that were apparently also friends with you and Leo was leading us to some restaurant to get food where you were already waiting. We passed by some Korean restaurant that was super expensive but Leo ignored it and we entered some more humble and family owned Korean restaurant that was wayyy cheaper and I was like Yes Frugal King! This is the lomfl! We entered and he greeted the owner who was a close acquaintance of his and spoke warmly to her and they chatted a bit and while they chatted I went to look for you because I was going to introduce you to him. You were eating and I had kept hidden just WHO I was now seeing so you were NOT expecting it to be the one and only aerodynamic cheeked talent/model/singer/performer Leo from VIXX so when he finally approached us (You hadn't noticed because you were so focused on your food and sketching something on an electronic pad) your eyes bugged out a little and you were about to swoon a little. I smiled and introduced you as his number one fan to him and he smiled and asked what it was that you did to make you his number one fan and when I looked at you I saw that your eye started twitching and you were starting to break out in cold sweat no doubt having an entire montage of promoting him on here while telling him to show us his tits and every other single thing you've said about wanting to [REDACTED] him and finally you opened your mouth to say something and that was when I woke up LMAO. It was such a good dream, I'm not even mad about him going and replacing the guy because he was so funny and I had an all around good time hanging out with him and having him become my boyfriend 😌

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this might be one of my favorite dreams 😭😭😭😭i can't believe you f*cking killed dream meeeeeeee. obsessed with all of this esp us meeting up in a cheaper restaurant i know that's fucking right!!!! not to make it abt me but it's scary how well y'all will dream abt me like i will draw everywhere on my tablet when i'm alone nd i have a NOTICABLE eye twitch sometimes girl what in the hell!!!!! also i love the detail of him just taking over that other man nd you nawt telling me leo was your plus one bc i would've hid in the bathroom if you told me. screaming crying cacklingggggg over this

[piccolina-mina]

uno reverse ask game: MEEEEEEEE <3

As in ask you the question or gush about you?

My opposite of a hot take is that you are simply the sweetest and cute as can be. I smile when you cross my dash because you're so passionate, smart, and funny. You obsess about so many different things and I love how diverse your taste in literally everything is.

You can talk about science one minute and then write a full dissertation on the complexities of the Hargreeve siblings' relationship or Iron Man or like things I don't even know about, but I still read them anyway because I genuinely enjoy your perspective and how you present your thoughts.

Did I mention you're the sweetest little cinnamon roll with extra icing?!

[harryfeatgaga]

MY SWEETEST HONEY🥰 he looks so soft and pretty my angel baby I will never get over this outfit♥️♥️♥️

HES SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT GET OVER IT AND IK IM OBSESSED WITH THIS LOOK

Anonymous said: watching his performance of watermelon sugar on youtube and stephen fry just has the look of amazement on his face the whole time and that is me

SUCH A MOOD

Anonymous said: I resonate so strongly with the girl in that one video that called Harry a lil bitch and sweet prince both within the same 15 seconds like YES EXACTLY

LITERALLY MEEEEEEEE

Anonymous said: I love how Harry is able to make the guests jam out to his performance. The range on this man

I KNOWKJDHJIKL

[the-pen-and-the-stethoscope]

my official, uninterrupted, unapologetic thoughts on the album Lover by Taylor Swift as i listen in its entirety at 6:30 am on Friday morning after working until 10 pm the night before.

Before I start I am already emotional. my hands are sweating. my heart is pounding. are those tears in my eyes or am i exhausted? idk. ok here we go...

1) fuck yes. snaps. love a song with snaps. A BEAUTIFUL BREAKUP SONG ABOUT HOW YOU JUST DONT EFING CARE ANYMORE. ahhh i love how there is like this build up and you think it’s going to be a headbanger of a chorus but then it just stops and it’s like...oh wait actually this is v calm right now i just dont care about you anymore. but also OMG SHE JUST LAUGHED ummm also I love how upbeat this is. i guess what im saying is that WANEGBT walked so I Forgot That You Existed could run. 

2) MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. this song will always bring me back to being on an airplane flying to Peru because it is literally the only song I listened for my entire trip to Peru last spring. but also from the moment it came out I was obsessed with the unapologetic happiness in the song and it’s all about YOURSELF. WAIT WTF WHERE’S THE SPELLING LINE THATS MY FAVORITE TO YELL????? TAYLOR WHERE IS IT??? WHERE IS IT??? i’ll be taking this up with my lawyers. your people will hear from my people. 

3) well i just went back to my spotify and REALIZED THAT IT WAS ON FUCKING SHUFFLE FUCK ME. OK WE ARE STARTING AGAIN. 

1) SECOND LISTEN THOUGHTS ON IFTYE: this song is just the perfect beat. i just realized that she laughs TWICE actually (maybe more??) and this is my official petition that she laughs during all live performances. thanks. 

2) OMG REP VIBES WITH THAT LOW BASE SYNTH. oh wow I love this transition much more than the one to ME! I’m glad that was on shuffle the first time. This literally could be a REP song. GETAWAY CAR THAT’S WHAT IT REMINDS ME OF! OH. MY. GOD. WELL THANKS FOR PUTTING A REP SONG ON LOVER OK IM NOT OK. did she just say “loving you aint the worst thing...you are the worst!”? Idk I will evaluate the lyrics a second (third...fourth...fifth...) time. 

3) AHHHH LOVER OMG OK LET ME JUST STARE AT MY CEILING FOR THIS ONE. “Swear to take this magnetic force of a man” is up there on favorite tswift lines. cant decide if i want this to my first dance song at my wedding OR the song that plays near the end of the reception when everyone is tired and like all the couples come up and dance and so then it’s like you get to see how many people are in love OR the song that i save for afterwards when we are alone in our hotel room. good to know i’ve got options. 

4) god damn HERE WE GO WITH SOME REP VIBES. (to clarify any deep base pulsating beat is rep vibes to me apparently) lyrics: “they’d say I played the field before I found someone to commit to” “every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you” “they wouldn’t shake their heads and question how much of this I deserve” “I’D BE JUST LIKE LEO” GOD THIS IS AMAZING I’M OBSESSED. “If I was a man I’d be THE MAN” 

5) OMG THE ARCHER. WAS LISTENING TO THIS LAST NIGHT AND THINKING LIKE....THIS MIGHT BE FAVORITE ONE????? I KNOW SO SO EARLY BUT SO FAR IT HOLDS UP IT’S JUST LIKE....THAT SLOW BUILD I LOVE IT. EVERY TIME I LISTEN THERE IS A DIFFERENT MEANING. AMAZING SONG TO RUN TO LIKE ON REPEAT. WHICH IS HARD TO FIND. PROBABLY HARDER TO MAKE. I STAN. 

6) THERE YA GO MISS SWIFT WITH THE SNAPS AGAIN. ohhh hmmmm someone’s horneyyyyy this song feels like a whisper...like you’re at a bar and you are like pointing out this hot guy you’ve been seeing around and you whisper to your friend ‘that’s the one’. OMG BRIDGE. WAIT WHAT OMG WAIT OMG WHAT BRIDGE BRIDGE BRIDGEEEEEE. well okay I kinda feel like a huge wind just knocked me off my feet. i’m slightly stunned. no time to process before...

7) OMG TALK ABOUT REP VIBES. This could be a beautiful music video. This is like -- i have a lot of feelings none of them have words but this song has a BLACK vibe and a DARK vibe and i’m picturing a high school shrouded in clouds at night. running through the hallways in a ripped dress. Wow wow wow. 

8) oh good some happy songs again. ahhhhhhhhh now THIS I CAN DANCE TO. AHHHHHHHHHHH I’M IN LOOVE. this is so freaking romantic. OH ANOTHER BRIDGE FROM BRIDGE CITY. Taylor like you brought it with these bridges girl. OMG THE SLOW FADE AWAY AT THE END...SOBBING.....

9) THE BEST PART ABOUT THIS IS I’M ONLY HALFWAY DONE. Oh wow is this song going to make me cry? just obsessed with how etherial this is. wow omg this is like the most complex love story ever written in a song ever. so many twists and turns i’m just sitting here asking questions!!! What happened on cornelia street that you dont want it again? why did you pack your bags? OH YAY HE GOT YOU TO COME BACK. OMG DOES EVERYONE HEAR THAT THUNDER EFFECT IN THE BACKGROUND???? omg wait omg that last line!? I will be listening to this A LOT.

10) I feel like taylor’s got a lot of happy sounding songs that are breakup songs and a lot of sad sounding songs that are actually about being in love on this album it’s so interesting!!! like this is a breakup song and wow everything about it is upbeat and pop-y. “trying to find a part of me you didn’t take up” (I FEEL THIS SO HARD WOW). love the boarded up house metaphors and like just everything else i CANT THINK FAST ENOUGH god idk why I committed to writing all my thoughts....

11) OMG SOMEONE WAS TALKING. ahhhhh she loves all these American things but she LOVES A LONDON BOY. “I GUESS ALL THE RUMORS ARE TRUE” power move!!!!! ASLDJALKDFLKJAGL;KADSLASDFLKASDFLKJ AS SOMEONE WHO LIVED IN AND FELL IN LOVE WITH THE CITY OF LONDON I’M JUST LOVING THAT THIS IS BASICALLY A LOVE SONG TO LONDON. FORGET THE BOY. ALL THESE LONDON REFERENCES ARE KILLING ME. (did she just name drop stella mccartney???? I HEARD THAT OKAY!?) 

12) DIXIE CHICKS. IT’S A COUNTRY SONG I CAN ALREADY TELL. THE STRUMMING GUITAR. I’M DYING. wait is this about her mom???? ok well i’m crying.........wow so so so so so beautiful and soft and hopeful. 

13) FIDDLEEEEEEEE oh short lived but omg that was exciting for a moment i thought we were gunna get a crazy country song. This is a good transition....the way this song starts soft and slow and doesn’t come in swinging feels appropriate after Soon You’ll Get Better. WOW. “Religion is your lips....the alter is my hips....” SEX. I’m glad this is not a country song. wow my head was in an odd place that will be weird to come back to after knowing what this song actually is about (it’s about sex)

14) YAS YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN. (it’s 7:40 am but we could have had greatnesssss) THIS SONG SERIOUSLY SLAPS. GOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH. also true story - for like the first week after it came out I SWEAR I thought there was a lyric at some point that said “you’re freaking me out” and like I still think that one of the lyrics SHOULD be that so like I know I’m not a seven time Grammy award winging singer/song writer but like taylor can we change that? can we? MY ONLY COMPLAINT ABOUT THIS SONG IS THAT IT NEEDS TO BE AT LEAST FIVE MINUTES LONGER. 

15) ahhhhhhh omg shes like learning about holding onto love and not picking fights and growing through difficulty and not blowing up. (I’ve run out of ways to say omg this is amazing and i’m obsessed). but this is like a GREAT ballad. 

16) BACK TO MEEEEEEEE I like it a lot better here phew thank god we were on shuffle before. I wanted the DJ to play this song at my friend’s wedding back in May (OMG NO MORE SPELLING LINE AHHHH) and they like wouldn’t??? so weird. I honestly think this is a self love song but also an amazing romantic love song and I think it belongs in a wedding playlist. 

17) omg so cute...little best friend love. also i love how simple this song is. no big production. we are back to basics and child hood. AHH HORNS. I thought this song was going to be like TIWWCHNT but its just purely wholesome!!! She’s serious - it’s nice to have a friend! I agree! 

18) LAST SONG AND ITS ALMOST FIVE MIN LONG MY BODY IS READY. This is just classic classic taylor swift and an amazing way to end the album. it’s like the conclusion paragraph of an essay on how she’s happy and content and in love with not just her lover but herself. the world used to be harsh, but now it’s just daylight. (another bridge city - just fyi - for those listening at home that’s where you are now) SHE IS SO HAPPY. “Step into the daylight and let it go” OMG SHES TALKING!!!!! WHERE IS THIS FROM??? IS THIS AN INTERVIEW OR IS IT NEW OMG WAIT WASN’T EXPECTING THAT ENDING WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW

OKAY FRIENDS THAT WAS IT I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS AND NOW I NEED TO LISTEN AGAIN AND AGAIN FOREVER AND ALWAYS. THANK YOU @taylorswift (@taylornation ) FOR TRUSTING US WITH SUCH A MAGICAL JOURNEY. 

[blackfiire-archive-blog]

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPS WORK ON YOUR BLOG

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE? :

Blackfire doesn’t have a canon love interest in the animation series which I portray her from. But thanks to my lovely friends and fellow writers, they graced me with that opprotunity to find my own.

For one, BlackFlash aka Wally West (Kid Flash) / Blackfire (w/ fastestboyalive). I just. I love their dynamic. Despite Blackfire being a flirty, morally disgusting firecracker he keeps up with her without a cinch nor does he try changing her like most heroes would attempt. He makes her happy. Just. He is such a good man to her. She does not deserve Wally.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE? :

Being that Blackfire is 22+ in human years I think anything below the age of 20 makes me little uncomfortable. Like, yeah I get 18 is lawfully accepted but I just don’t feel OK with it.

I do make exception of course.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING? :  

Not much. More like, cautious.

I understand people cannot write incredibly abusive content, which is absolutely understandable. I want to keep my friends safe from anything that makes them even a little uncomfortable.

I will not, however, change Blackfire’s personality. She’s’ a bitch and she is going to stay that way regardless of a ship.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS/FW? :

Uh. Well. Lol. When clothes start coming off and sexual tensions are...high, and mentions o intercorse is coming by, I put that under a READMORE.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH? :

Nothingmorecontagious’ Jerome.

fastestboyalive’s Wally West.

Almostthesurvivor’s Trevor.

machanicosmia’s Sil - more a hateship if anything.

halfofxerxes’ Hohenheim - thought their relationship is a WTF kind of deal. There is literally no word for what they are. xD

Crimescupid’s Harley Quinn - which I AM SUPER JAZZED TO WRITE AND we kinda dont have anything going right now BUT. WE WILL GET THERE. BABY STEPS.

ANY NOTPS? :

Good god. That whole shit with Starfire. Like. Please keep that shit out of my line of vision thank.

Any of the Titans tbh.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU? :

YES. BECAUSE I AM A STUPID FUCK. I require communication, otherwise I won’t get it. Like. Legit. Lets say a muse seems interested in Blackfire, me, the mun, will not understand if mun ships it, ya know? Because some muses are just flirts. Its just what they do. Mine does the same.

But you wanna ship? PLEASE TELL MEEEEEEEE OR I WILL NEVER GET IT. I need lots of help here lol.

And I would never want to force ship on anyone. Ever. I’ve been down that road a few too many and it was hell. I never want to put someone through that. So do tell me if you dont / do ship something with me. It will honestly help a LOT.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP? :

As often as Blackfire finds a muse she wants and tells me to get them for her. OTL

ARE YOU MULTISHIP? :

Yes. Absolutely. All in their own verses and all that jazz. No cheating over here. c:

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS? :

Obsessed in a way? I love talking about my ships with my shipping partners. HHHHHHHHH. It makes me happy.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM? :

RobStar. I will die for that ship.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU? :

UHHH. Well. Do a thing and see where the sails take us, eh? c:

Tagged by: @mechanicosmia Tagging: TBH ANYONE. <33

[flatstarcarcosa]

10-20 for you and rust or negan please!!!

i’ll do half and half!! o/ 

also putting under a cut b/c its long uwu

Negan:

What’s something you and your f/o disagree on?

we argue a lot about allocation of resources and also his ego. really dwight and i are the ones that run things behind the scenes, negan’s just the one who gets to do all the yelling. when the saviors were first becoming A Thing so to speak he was definitely in control and had the right ideas, but everything went to his head with being The ManTM and sometimes I have to try to remind him we’re supposed to be helping people, not just playing dictator. also I vehemently dislike the points system because it’s just Capitalism 2~~! and i think it’s imbalanced but I’ve yet to win that argument. 

Do either of you want matching tattoos? If so, what would you get?

negan thinks matching tats are cool, i think they’re really bad. im also not willing to risk getting sick and fucking dying off of dirty tattoo equipment no matter what everyone else is doing so that is an argument he never wins. (i personally also think he would be a big baby when it comes to getting a tattoo, since comic!negs doesn’t have any) 

Do you and your f/o like to dance together?

naaaah. i’m sure negan would go all soft for that kind of thing but neither one of us have any rhythm and i’m just not into it regardless. 

When (if) you and your f/o live together, what thing do you always have to have in the house?

toilet paper. a good portion of the odder things negan demands from people comes from him having seen me struggle (and in some cases get really sick) from not having it when it was just the two of us. he thought i was being whiny at first about the toilet paper until not always having it resulted in me getting laid out with a massive UTI  once due to the slightest less-than-sanitary conditions setting my whole system off. 

he’d rather other people think he’s a weirdo than watch me get that sick again. (he also doesn’t like me being that sick because it reminds him of lucille. he can’t do much when i’m already sick, but if he can prevent me from getting sick in the first place then he’s damn well gonna.) 

Who gets scared and calls the other to kill a spider?

MEEEEEEEE. negan doesn’t understand how the damn zombies don’t bother me but if we end up in a house that has spiders or roaches i will quite literally scream my head off. on more than one occasion he thought i was getting attacked just to find me scrambling up the nearest high surface and pointing at the bug until he does something about it. 

raid and ortho and other types of pesticides usually end up on the list of shit he expects his people to come home with. 

Rust

What’s a movie you and your f/o like to watch together?

jurrasic park. rust isn’t big on movies in general but he does enjoy a good flick about man’s hubris fucking everything up, and i for one, like dinosaurs and am gay for jeff goldblum so it works out. 

Which one of you spends the most money on the other?

rust probably by virtue of him having more money than i do. he has a steady job with CID, + lots of stashes of cash that he lifted here and there during his UC/Narco days. i on the otherhand am a “freelance” investigative journalist/photographer that likes fucking off and getting stoned. it’s a very fancy way of saying unemployed. he also doesn’t let me hustle people as much as i used to once i move in with him just because he doesn’t want to constantly be playing the “state police” card when i get into trouble because of it. 

come 2012 the situation’s kinda reversed. he blew through a lot of his money between his 8 year breakdown and subsequent obsession with solving the yellow king murder(s), and i ended up getting a stable office job because i needed that sweet, sweet health insurance. 

What animal can you and your f/o agree on being the cutest?

dogs. i also highly enjoy my pet frogs and think they’re adorable. rust insists he doesn’t like the way they look at him and that they’re clearly planning something, though he’s willing to admit the last part is probably just his paranoid tendencies. 

Who’s the best at comforting the other when they’re afraid?

we’re both pretty shit at it due to the fact that we’re on the same level of emotional incompetence. rust doesn’t admit to being afraid of anything (until his big 2012 revelation anyway) and neither do i. we just dig deeper into our maladaptive coping mechanisms and it becomes more of a question of who can pull the other one out. 

95 rust spends a lot of time pulling me out of mine, and then from 02 to 04 i spend a lot of time literally having to chase him out of his, and by 2012 im still cranky that i had to go all the way to fucking alaska to snap him out of it. we compromise for a bit and live off the grid in washington until he decides to head back to Louisiana in 2010. we both get a bit better after that, with him mentioning he’s terrified he wont be able to bring down the tuttles and their whole ass cult, and i have to make him realize that yeah, he probably wont. thats just how things are, but at the very least he can do something against them, which is better than ignoring the whole issue. he also has a lot of guilt after bringing down childress that he didn’t notice it sooner. 

“i talked to him,” is all he says sometimes. “he was right there in front of me and i had all of the information about the man with the scars and i walked away.” 

i have to remind him that at that point in 95 he didn’t have all the information and that as good of a detective as he is, he isn’t omnipotent and there’s no way he could have known the random dude on the lawn mower was the ‘green eared spaghetti monster’. 

Do you and your f/o play video games together? If so, what games?

it’s less playing together and more of rust just halfway paying attention as he works on other things. he gets into casual mobile games once they start becoming a thing, mostly puzzle games because they keep his mind occupied. a lot of times if i’m stuck on a mechanism in a game, like say the puzzles in uncharted or something similar, he’ll get exasperated with my frustration and just take the controller and figure it out for me. i get so annoyed that he can figure shit out in a game he knows nothing about in less than ten minutes after just watching me try and fail to open a hidden door a few times. 

Do you two like pineapple on pizza or no?

pineapple on pizza is DISGUSTING but rust is also not picky and will frequently eat it just to watch me gag. he’ll make direct eye contact and everything because he’s a sadistic asshole. 

also i feel like negan probably unironically loves it because he tends to have shit taste sometimes. 

[treatbuckywkisses]

i can tell you rn i am already so excited to binge read this once the story is all put together im literally bsgdismsvsgs

She shook her head slowly and you felt a pit form in your stomach. Her voice lowered her voice, eyes on the boys in front. “No, not them. The monsters who attacked were living, breathing assholes.” THE DRAMAAAAAAAAA both of their biggest monsters were human i wonder if this is an important tool we will be using later🤡

It was impossible to sleep, because the screams wouldn’t stop. The only form of rest was when they had poked and prodded one too many times, and your body was too exhausted to fight any longer. The last thing you would see were his eyes and his satisfied grin knowing that he had broken you for the day as the world slowly faded to black- col these images are so incredible!!!!!!!! ugh you have no idea maybe you do bc you wrote them but to read this is something so fascinating to me especially after what you typically share with us this is honestly an action movie you know exactly what you're doing and it's giving everything and more i am obsessed completely and totally im so immediately drawn in every time and i physically can't do anything until I'm done reading

“I hope you get to meet that Bucky someday,” she said, nudging your arm with her elbow. “He was quite a guy.” no he still is id do anything for beefcake <3

A loud, piercing shriek erupted from behind you, causing you and Bucky to jump into action, his machete and your handaxe drawn. stopit i literally got chills you deserve the sloppiest kiss on the mouth help

A runner. w h a t 😀

You knew the truth. They were made, created by those who wanted nothing but complete and total power. An army of undead that fed off of human flesh. oh im so ????????? like instead of super soldier serum it's zombies okay i see you i think

Bucky snorted, another sound that almost resembled a laugh. GOD ID DO ANYTHING DO YOU HEAR ME IMNSGSJSILSNSHS

Too distracted by the back of Bucky’s denim jacket as he guided you down his invisible path, you completely missed the looming fog you were approaching. meeeeeeee tooooooo im on my mf knees for this one armed grumpy dirty beefcake HELP

Had this been his plan all along, to ditch you in this cloud bubble so that you couldn’t follow him to the camp? Did he really distrust you that much that he was going to leave you stranded with runners at your back? STOP I KNOW ITS NOT TRUE BUT MY HEART DID SINK A LITTLE BIT READING THIS OKAY I WAS WORRIED FOR A MINUTE BUT LIKE ONLY A LITTLW OKAY HE HAS TRAUMA OKAY ITS NOT HIS FAULT BUT HEY OUCH

“You’re welcome, Beefcake. You ole’ softy.” You nudged his shoulder and he grunted with distaste. OSMVSKSGS YES WE LOVE TO SEE IT <3 LOOK AT THEM BEING SO CUTE AND SHIT

“Plus,” he said, then paused. You could see his mouth opening and closing behind the fabric. “You could have left me back there, and you didn’t. I still don’t trust you, but after all the shit I’ve given you, for you to do that has to mean something.” omg baby🥺 he's so soft pls

You saw a ladder inside, and Bucky started to climb it. Right when you were about to follow, something slammed into you against the tree. I fear i spoke too soon 😀 oh no WHAT IS HAPPENING

“Hello, Y/n,” a gruff voice whispered into your ear and you tried to squirm out of the man’s hold. “We’ve been lookin for you.” WHAT HEY WHAT FUCK OFF OHNO SVSIEMVSKSGS HELP WHAT BUCKY IS GOING TO BE SO MAD AT US OHNO I CANT WHY DID THEY FIND ME AND HOW WHAT IM GONNA FUCKING THROW UP SGDKDNSBD

“Bullshit, Y/n,” he yelled, grabbing you by the collar and pulling your face to his. “You led this guy straight to our camp?” NOOOOOO PLEASE IT HYRTS STOP I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT I WAS STILL NOT PREPARING FOR THIS ACHE OH MAN WE WERE DOING SI GOOD STOP I HATE THIS COLLIE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME THIS IS SO PERSONAL I CAN FEEL IT

“She’s wounded, Buck,” Sarah cut off. “You both are. Just shut the fuck up and let us take her in.” OHMAN SARAHS FRIENDSHIP SAVED US ONCE IM SO NERVOUS FOR LITERALLY EVERYTHING HELP but fr only sarah can talk to bucky like this and get away w it I just know it

The farther you went, the more the fog dissipated, and suddenly you were walking into a clearing, a large brick wall with a metal fence surrounding a massive brick building in the center. AJ and Cass were right at the entrance, faces lighting up when they caught sight of you. aj and cass🥺 sTOP ILL CRY ! GOD WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN ARE WR GETTING KICKED OUT OR ARE WR HAVING TO SPILL OUR GUTS AND WOULD WE EVEN AFTER ALL THAT OMSGDOKSGSJGS EVIL YOU ARE EVIL HELP

“Welcome to Shield,” Sarah murmured, leading you through the gate and into camp. omg love that you named the camp shield that is very good i like 👍

my beloved beefcake & badass (although sweetheart is growing on me JUST bc its bucky...... .. )

i fear i have underestimated the angst just a little bit 🤡 but im just a baby so don't mind me yk sgdlshsksg no this is brilliant col I'm so invested in the story I love it so much

Awake My Soul • 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 4.4k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your must dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: Canon level violence, gets pretty gruesome (it's a zombie fic lol), memories of torture, blood, nightmares, Bucky is less angy for like a hot second but then even more angy.

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Screams ripped through your ears, an endless sound of weeping and wailing; cries pulled from people in the rooms next to yours caused by a type of unending, unyielding suffering that you were now all-to familiar with.

It was impossible to sleep, because the screams wouldn’t stop. The only form of rest was when they had poked and prodded one too many times, and your body was too exhausted to fight any longer. The last thing you would see were his eyes and his satisfied grin knowing that he had broken you for the day as the world slowly faded to black-

A hand on your arm caused your whole body to jump, pulling you from another nightmare as your eyes opened, wide and panicked.

Bucky was looking at you the same, and you caught a flash of concern before he returned to his default scowl. He was crouched over you.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, breathless from the sudden switch from one nightmare to the next. 

His jaw clenched. “You were getting too loud,” he murmured, then stood up. “We should get going anyway. Sun’s comin’ up.”

You nodded,face heating from embarrassment, eyes flickering over to where Sarah and the boys were sleeping. 

If Bucky hadn’t woken you up, your cries could have caught the attention of any nearby walkers. And then you’d all be fucked.

Yet another reason not to be part of a pack. More lives your recklessness could put in danger other than your own.

Bucky knelt down to gently nudge the others awake, and you saw him give AJ and Cass a small, genuine smile as their eyes opened.

It made your chest pang with jealousy, though you weren’t sure if you were jealous of the fact that you didn’t have someone to smile at you like that - like your existence was the only good thing in the world - or the fact that Bucky would probably never look at you like that.

You willed yourself to blame it on the former.   

The group walked in a line, Bucky ahead navigating through the woods. AJ and Cass followed behind while you and Sarah took the tail end. Sarah told you that camp was about three hours away and you let out a low whistle.

“Do you guys always travel this far out?”

She sighed, shaking her head. “No way, especially not with the boys. It was supposed to be a routine run to one of the gas stations a few miles out that hasn’t been completely cleaned out. But then a hoard of walkers came out of nowhere. Bucky ran off in one direction to try to get them off our backs, and it worked, but not well enough. I told the boys to run and regrouped with Bucky so we could take out as many as we could while they escaped.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “I prayed they would find their way back to camp, but instead they ran in the opposite direction, and from where we found you, it looks like they had found the trail to our old camp and were trying to get there. If Bucky hadn’t been able to track them-” her voice broke, and you placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

“Hey,” you said softly and she looked over at you, tears in her eyes. “You did what you had to do, and they’re okay because of that decision.”

She gave you a weak smile. “Maybe, but they’re here with me because of you. It’s rare for people to help strangers in need these days, even kids. So thank you, again. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop thanking you.” Sarah laid her hand over yours resting on her shoulder.

You felt your heart swell as you fought back a smile, still terrified of allowing yourself to open up to her, though she was clearly doing so with you. So you decided to steer the conversation. “You said they went to the old camp. What happened?”

Her smile dropped quickly, along with her hand and you took that as a cue to lower your own back to your side, the comforting moment done with.

“It was a cul de sac we managed to fortify. We have- had a few tech guys who are good at inventing super helpful shit. Our group lived there for years with almost no threat.”

You swallowed, having a strong idea where the story was going. “Walkers broke through, didn’t they?”

She shook her head slowly and you felt a pit form in your stomach. Her voice lowered her voice, eyes on the boys in front. “No, not them. The monsters who attacked were living, breathing assholes.”

“How did they get in?”

Her jaw clenched. “One of our guys turned out to be a rat and let them right through the front gate. Knew right where our blind spots were and we got ambushed in the middle of the night. Apparently they wanted access to some of our tech. We managed to escape but….we lost a lot of people. That was six months ago and most of us still haven’t recovered.”

You nodded, eyes suddenly locking with Bucky’s as he turned to check on the group. As soon as his gaze landed on you he scowled and turned back around.

“He didn’t always used to be like that,” Sarah remarked, a mixture of sadness and amusement in her voice. “Bucky used to be the fun goofy one, always smiling and cracking jokes.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you tried to imagine what the broody man looked like when he laughed. What it sounded like….

If you might ever be able to experience such a rare occurrence.

Sarah continued, cutting off your sudden daydreams about the man who seemed to loathe everything about you. “Something in him changed that day. He blames himself for many stupid reasons. Him and Ward were really close, and his betrayal was really hard on Buck. And I think he not only feels his own grief, but ours as well. You can see it in his eyes sometimes, how he wishes that he could take on all of our pain so that we wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Pain sprung to your chest at the thought of turmoil residing inside him. You knew what it was like to desperately wish for the ones around you to no longer feel pain, the willingness to bear the burden so that others didn’t have to.

“That’s a lot for someone to put themselves through,” you murmured, and you caught Bucky’s head twitch to the side.

Sarah nodded. “I think that’s why he’s so cold and closed off now. He’s too afraid of opening his heart back up again in fear of going through something like this all over again. Now, he just exists in complete survival mode, only focusing on our wellbeing.”

“He seems to lighten up around the boys, though,” you remarked, remembering the way he smiled at them this morning.

She grinned. “Yeah, the kids are his only kryptonite. He’s known them all since they were born. Pretty sure they’re the only thing keeping the old Bucky alive.” She sighed. “I keep hoping that someday that guy will come back to us. I don’t know if he ever will fully, but I do hope to hear that laugh again. Shit was contagious.”

The corners of your mouth twitched.

“I hope you get to meet that Bucky someday,” she said, nudging your arm with her elbow. “He was quite a guy.”

He turned around again, locking eyes with yours once more and you found yourself giving him a small smile.

He didn’t scowl this time when he turned back around.

I hope I get to meet him someday, too.

You had about 30 minutes left in your trek back to their camp when Bucky asked Sarah to switch places with him. Your eyes narrowed as he went to your side, stride slowly slightly to increase the distance between you and the boys.

“Can I help you, Beefcake?” you asked sweetly and his jaw clenched in annoyance.

“Listen, Sweetheart, I know Sarah and the boys trust you, but I’m still not convinced.” Your hand instinctively reached down for the hilt of one of your blades, suddenly nervous about where this conversation was going. 

“Look, if you’re going to kill me instead of letting me into camp, just let me know and I’ll part ways now,” you said, fighting to keep your voice unwavering.

He shook his head. “I don’t want to kill you..” his gaze looked to you as your eyebrows shot up and he rolled his eyes. “I’m serious. I’ll only do so if I think you’re going to hurt one of my people. I heard Sarah telling you about what went down, so you have to know that I’m never going to let an opportunity happen like that again.”

Your brows lowered and you nodded. “I’m not going to hurt you. Any of you.”

“I’ve heard that before, from people I thought I knew. Turns out some folk are really good at lyin’. I’m not taking that risk again.”

“So…what does that mean for me?”

Bucky ran his hand over his cropped hair. “We can’t allow you to see the location of the camp without checking with the group. In a moment, Sarah’s going to take the boys to safety and bring some of our people back to us so that they can get a read on you. If they think you’re okay, then we’ll still probably blindfold you as we let you in.”

“And if I don’t pass whatever test this is?”

“Then we’ll send you on your way and if you ever step foot in our camp, I’ll take you out then.”

You tsked. “No pressure, I guess.”

Bucky huffed, and under any other circumstance you might have taken the sound as a small laugh.

Too bad Bucky didn’t do that anymore-

A loud, piercing shriek erupted from behind you, causing you and Bucky to jump into action, his machete and your handaxe drawn.

It was a familiar screech, one that haunted you in your nightmares and real life. One that came from the most terrifying creature to exist on this planet.

A runner.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed, eyes scanning the area for the unseen attacker. He turned quickly to Sarah and yelled, “Go! Take the boys and get out of here!”

Sarah grabbed the panicked boys by the hands and sprinted deeper into the woods. You and Bucky slowed your pace, waiting for the zombie to appear. 

Finally, in the distance, you saw it.

And fear instantly flooded through your body.

Not many people knew what the actual cause was for the creation of the undead. Was it an unknown virus? Something in the air from years and years of manmade chemicals infiltrating it?

You knew the truth. They were made, created by those who wanted nothing but complete and total power. An army of undead that fed off of human flesh.

The idea was to give humans two choices: join the people who started this mess in their fight for world domination alive, or undead.

Of course, the greedy grew greedier, and the regular walkers were no longer doing the job well enough for them. 

Instead of trudging their way to their prey, slowly dragging their bodies, they found a way to enhance some of them. Make it so that they could run as fast as humans.

The first time you had an undead running after you full speed, a part of you was tempted to just let it take you then and there. Because you had no interest in living in a world where these creatures existed.

That fear, that desire to give up and let them take you out of this waking nightmare, never went away.

And you felt it now when the runner finally caught sight of you and Bucky, body moving in an unnatural way as it charged toward you.

Bucky breathed heavily next to you, his heart most likely racing as quickly as yours. “Okay,” he said, “Stay next to me. When I give the signal, we move. Got it?”

You nodded, too afraid to speak.

The runner was about 50 feet away, and you could hear its nauseating grunts and moans as it approached.

Your hand clenched the hilt of ax tighter.

“Steady,” Bucky murmured, as if trying to comfort you.

It worked…a little.

Twenty feet away. You could see that it was missing an eye.

“Steady…” Bucky’s voice was a bit more uneasy. 

It let out another horrifying screech, arms reaching out to grab you and it was now ten feet away from you.

“NOW!” Bucky screamed, and the two of you jumped to opposite sides, the runner barreling through the space you both had just stood. It stopped short, pivoting toward you and you raised your ax ready to strike.

But Bucky was already at its back, cleaving it in two with his machete and the two halves of its body fell to the ground. 

The two of you stood over it, panting from the rush that always came during these fights.

“Thanks, Beefcake,” you said, and you heard him groan.

“What the fuck do I have to do to get you to stop calling me that?”

The top half of the runner’s body shifted and moaned, and you sprang forward to chop its head off, and the monster went still.

You stood up straight, wiping the sweat off your brow. “Maybe finish the job next time, Beefcake.”

Bucky snorted, another sound that almost resembled a laugh.

“Alright, Sweetheart, let’s get moving before any more show up-”

His words were cut off by another set of shrieks.

Multiple.

Both your wide eyes locked on one another and Bucky nodded. “Run.”

No need to tell you twice.

The two of you darted in the direction that Sarah and the boys ran, staying at each other’s side the whole way. 

Every once in a while you would look over your shoulder to see if the runners were catching up. The first few times, there was no sign of them.

Then, you caught them.

Five undead gaining on you.

One was hard enough to fight for two people. But five? There was no way you and Bucky could handle that.

“We gotta go,” you shouted, returning your focus to the path in front of you, watching out for roots or uneven ground.

He nodded, looking behind to see what you were up against. “Fuck,” he muttered. “We’re almost at the camp. Once we reach the Bog we should be-”

Suddenly, you were running at full speed and there was no longer another figure next to you. You slowed down and turned to find Bucky on the ground. He must have tripped on something.

Worse than that, though, you realized as his movements were slowed and you saw a trail of blood streaming down his forehead. He had hit his head on a log.

And now the runners were almost at him, ready to attack.

His eyes found yours, and he waved his arm at you. “GO!” he shouted. “Get to Sarah and the boys!”

You stood frozen for a moment, debating between safety or almost certain death.

Bucky slowly moved onto his knees, hand wiping away some of the blood from his new wound. His back was to the runner that was about to tackle him-

It stopped short as your handaxe landed between its eyes, falling to the ground.

Bucky turned to the fallen undead then back at you as you sprinted toward him, the metal baseball bat you kept strapped to the side of your bag now in your hands.

“You gonna sit there all day Beefcake or help me kill these things?” you yelled, taking a swing at the next approaching runner and crushing its skull with one hit.

He jumped up, machete taking down the third one. There were three more coming, far enough that you could make an escape.

“Follow me,” he grunted, running at full speed once more, you at his heels. 

You didn’t dare look over your shoulder now, knowing well enough that they were gaining, focusing only on the path before you. 

Too distracted by the back of Bucky’s denim jacket as he guided you down his invisible path, you completely missed the looming fog you were approaching.

It was like running into a wall, and suddenly you were completely blind, zipping past trees that you couldn’t see until it was inches away from you, almost running into a few of them but managing to pivot out of the way.

Gone was the denim fabric in front of you. You had lost sight of Bucky.

Slowing to panicked jog, you aimlessly made your way through the invisible forest, eyes desperately scanning for your guide.

“Bucky?” you whisper-yelled into the void, heart racing as you spun in a circle, completely losing your bearings. 

Had this been his plan all along, to ditch you in this cloud bubble so that you couldn’t follow him to the camp? Did he really distrust you that much that he was going to leave you stranded with runners at your back?

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab yours and you almost screamed until your eyes found Bucky’s. 

“This way,” was all he said before dragging you along with him, a new sense of adrenaline coursing through you as you squeezed his palm.

He effortlessly navigated the both of you through the forest, changing directions every so often as you pushed through the fog.

“What is this?” you whispered, not sure if the runners had caught up with you.

“We don’t know, some natural/unnatural barrier that’s been here for years.” Bucky seemed to think the coast was clear, his stride slowing as he let go of your hand. You caught his jaw flex for a second before he continued, “Stev- some of us found it a while back but were never able to get twenty feet in without getting totally lost. It wasn’t until the attack that we knew we needed to use it as an extra wall of protection.”

“How far does it go?”

“A little bit more, but then it starts to clear a bit as soon as we get to the Bog.”

“What the hell is the Bog?” you asked.

Amusement flashed through Bucky’s features for a millisecond. “You’ll see.”

You spent the next few minutes walking in silence, the crunching of twigs and leaves the only noise.

The farther you walked, the larger the trees got, you noticed. Not just taller, the trunks were massive, as if you could live in one and be totally comfortable. 

Bucky reached into his pocket and grabbed a black piece of fabric. “Do you have anything like this? A kerchief or something?”

Your brows furrowed, and you reached inside your bag for a red bandana as Bucky pulled the black fabric over his head and around his neck, lifting a part of it to cover his nose.

“You’re gonna wanna do this in a second.”

Brows still furrowed, you tied the bandana around the lower half of your face.

That’s when you saw it. 

A river, cutting through the woods and blocking the rest of your path. It was….green, and steam coming out of it.

You were grateful that Bucky told you to cover your nose, because even with the makeshift mask you could smell the rotten odor coming from it.

“What is this thing?” you asked, slowing your pace as you and Bucky continued to walk toward it.

“The Bog. This is something that Banner created. An extra wall, so to speak. Disintegrates anything that dares to touch it.”

You gulped. “How the hell do we get over it?”

Bucky’s eye twitched, looking at your surroundings and then to the other side of the Bog.

Then you remembered your conversation right before the attack.

“I’m not supposed to know yet, am I? I need to be vetted.”

He stared at you, unblinking, and you wished you could read his thoughts in this moment.

Then he shook his head. “The runners might still be out there. And I don’t know if Sarah got back or if she knew to get the others to meet us, which means I would have to leave you here and get them myself.”

You nodded.

“Plus,” he said, then paused. You could see his mouth opening and closing behind the fabric. “You could have left me back there, and you didn’t. I still don’t trust you, but after all the shit I’ve given you, for you to do that has to mean something.”

You found yourself speechless, unable to find the words to respond to this breakthrough between you and the man who had threatened to kill you countless times already.

“That doesn’t mean I won’t kill you though if you try to pull any shit on us.”

You were glad the bandana covered your mouth so he couldn’t see your smile. There it is.

“You’re welcome, Beefcake. You ole’ softy.” You nudged his shoulder and he grunted with distaste.

“Come on,” he said, walking toward the Bog. “This way.”

He led you over to one of the massive trees right next to the deadly water, hand pressing on a piece of the bark.

Said piece clicked as it pushed inward, and suddenly a piece of the trunk was moving.

It was a door.

He turned to your wide-eyed expression and you knew there was a smirk on his face even though you couldn’t actually see it. “Banner,” was all he said.

“Who the fuck is this guy?” you muttered.

“A real nerd,” Bucky responded.

“A real helpful nerd,” you said back and Bucky snorted again.

“Come on, Sweetheart. Let’s get moving,” he said, stepping into the trunk.

You saw a ladder inside, and Bucky started to climb it. Right when you were about to follow, something slammed into you against the tree.

It wasn’t a walker though.

“Hello, Y/n,” a gruff voice whispered into your ear and you tried to squirm out of the man’s hold. “We’ve been lookin for you.”

You used all of your strength to push back, but your attacker just slammed you back into the tree, much harder this time and you felt a crush as pain shot through your right shoulder and you cried out.

The man laughed. “Oh, how I missed hearing you scream-”

Suddenly, there was no more weight pressed against your body and you fell to the ground, writhing in pain, mind buzzing with the screams that haunted your nightmares.

When you looked up, Bucky had the guy tackled to the ground.

“Who are you?” he shouted. “Who sent you?”

Instead of responding, the man grabbed his blade and swiped it at Bucky, who wasn’t fast enough pulling away and got sliced in the side, and he fell back.

The attacker used the opportunity to return to you, lifting you up by the throat and you tried using your good arm to break free.

“Time to go home, hun. Boss misses ya-”

Something whirred past you and the man let out a small grunt, something protruding from his chest. 

His hold loosened as he fell to the ground, unmoving. 

You whipped your head across the Bog and saw three figures standing there. Two men, one of them holding a bow, and Sarah.

Bucky stood up, hand pressed to his side and he gasped in pain. You ran over to him.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

He glared at you, pulling the black fabric down. “Who the fuck was that?”

You shook your head. “I don’t-”

“Bullshit, Y/n,” he yelled, grabbing you by the collar and pulling your face to his. “You led this guy straight to our camp?”

Tears streamed down your face. “I didn’t, no, I promise. Bucky, please-” you let out a wet sob.

He didn’t seem to care about your distress. There was no remorse in his eyes, only anger.

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you-”

“Bucky, stop!” Sarah commanded, climbing down the ladder inside the trunk and running toward you. The two men followed behind. “We need to get rid of the body and get to camp before someone else shows up.”

Bucky stared at her incredulously. “But she-”

“She’s wounded, Buck,” Sarah cut off. “You both are. Just shut the fuck up and let us take her in.”

He shook his head. “We can’t-”

“That’s enough, Bucky,” one of the men said. “Sarah’s right. We gotta go. We’ll handle it inside.”

“But Sam-”

“Enough, Bucky.” Sam’s deep brown eyes locked onto yours and he nodded. “Can you climb?”

You bobbed your head up and down, tears still streaming down your face as the pain in your shoulder finally set in. It would be hard, but you could climb with one arm.

Bucky made it seem so easy, after all.

With one final nod, Sam looked to the man with the bow. “Clint, help me with the body. Sarah, take her and Bucky to Banner to get looked at. We’ll meet there to discuss everything.”

Sarah rested a hand on your good shoulder and gave you a sympathetic nod, then led you into the trunk. You followed her up the ladder, fighting back your whimpers of pain. 

The climb was about 20 feet to the top, where you spotted an opening, and you looked through to find a wooden bridge within the branches. 

You could tell by its placement that it would be almost impossible to make out from the ground below, which was why you had noticed it then. Following Sarah, you crossed the bridge to the other tree, climbing down the ladder within its trunk.

And then, you were on the other side.

“This way,” Sarah said, walking ahead. You steeled yourself before turning around to see Bucky, eyes like daggers glaring at you.

You turned back around quickly. 

The farther you went, the more the fog dissipated, and suddenly you were walking into a clearing, a large brick wall with a metal fence surrounding a massive brick building in the center. AJ and Cass were right at the entrance, faces lighting up when they caught sight of you.

You felt a rush of wind as Bucky stormed past you, his hand pressed against the wound on his side, marching onto the grounds.

“Welcome to Shield,” Sarah murmured, leading you through the gate and into camp.

Chapter 3

[oh2good]

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[nevaramon]

♛ MEEEEEEEE LOVE MEEE ♛

my opinion on;

character in general: tbh i stopped watching arrow after season one episode seven but i’m so tempted to watch again just for felicity and that’s all to do with amanda i s2g. i love her and i love her personality and frick manhow they play them: okay i don’t know show felicity all too well like i said but from what i have seen from felicity as well as the sparse episodes i’ve watched/other felicities over the years/spoilers, h o l y  s h i t  what i don’t undertand the logic behind how someone can 1) be so obsessed with agnst adn 2) can write someone so flawlessly? what did you sell to achieve this level of writing? the mun: amanda is the queen of angst and it terrifies yet thrills me and i live every time we talk bless her

do i;

follow them: yes!rp with them: yes (but we definitely need more!)want to rp with them: lol no (but seriously yes)ship their character with mine: okay idk? because i feel like power couple 2k17 over here but also i value them so much as friends and in her verse with ems’, neva is basically their puppy sitter and occasional child sitter when she feels like it (jokes) so like nah?? but also idk?? honestly, they would have to rp more for me to see bc rn it’s bacially just like she’s nev’s wcw because w o w powerful, independent woman who scares me yet protect her at all cost 

what is my;

overall opinion: F U C K  H E R.  F U C K  M E.  S H I T  M A N.

[shipsgaysfordays]

why i commented shane madej on the nonbeliever post, by shipsgaysfordays

hey teacher, so a book report can be only a few paragraphs…riiiiiiggggghhhhhtttt? right. anyways, onto the actual point of this essay or the thesis or whatever depending on how long i make this, the reason i (and probably also the reason for many others commenting this) is due to the connection that my brain has between skeptics who still get involved in supernatural investigations and the amazing man that is shane madej.

for many years i have been a fan of buzzfeed unsolved, and am now a fan of watcher entertainment and am very excited for ghost files as well as their many other non supernatural shows. due to that, with how much i enjoy and have rewatched those youtube videos (because when i get obsessed with something i get really obsessed), there’s just a big connection within my mind between the supernatural and shane madej.

the original post names the nonbeliever as someone named steve, very similar to the ghoul boys third partner in their company watcher entertainment, steven lim.

back to the main point, it has been theorized within the community that because shane is a nonbeliever the ghosts won’t act up for him as much as they will for ryan. (that or ryan reacts a lot to things that shane wouldn’t react to, this is the more likely option)

within one of your last points for the post you reference that this skeptic just believes that the ghost hunters are calling him in because they’re getting scared at stupid things, that just incapsulates a good portion of buzz-feed unsolved supernatural.

last point about him staying for the money, watch: https://youtu.be/lh_qdP-DNJQ

also, i’m running away, i can’t pay $5, YOULL NEVER CATCH MEEEEEEEE

everyone commenting “his name is asterion” on my minotaur post owes me a dollar and a cited source. everyone commenting “shane madej” on my nonbeliever post owes me $5 and a book report on how they drew that conclusion.