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Throwback Friday. Here’s a look back at an interview with Danai Gurira where she speaks about playing Michonne, and going from Actor on The Walking Dead, to being an Actor and Collaborator with Scott Gimple and Andrew Lincoln on the Rick & Michonne spin-off.

The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live. All episodes and Extras streaming on AMC+.

If you have Netflix, get your binge on now because all episodes are streaming on Netflix until 18 August 2025.

Danai Gurira on Traveling with Michonne to ‘The Walking Dead: The Ones W…

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Know who else read The Hobbit in 1937?

This fine-assed bookworm right here.

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I know the article says “reportedly”, but if this is true?

They can 👏🏾take👏🏾my👏🏾money👏🏾NOW.

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The Lantern Reblog Challenge Masterlist

Dear Writers: Thank You so much for gifting these works that delight and definitely have inspired me to write and create! Due to my work schedule, I wasn’t able to list the dozens of fics and Moodboards and playlists I could have, but I’ll continue to reblog and fangirl all over the place, and smash the READ THIS NOW—I mean the Reblog—button to share your works.

@writing-for-marvel : Thank You for having this event. I’ve had so many fics in my Drafts, waiting for me to reblog with a comment or piece of fan art. This finally got me to get them out into the world. (Or, onhere at Tumblr.) This was a great way to get reblogging what we like and are excited to share.

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In the Woods Somewhere by @rebellconquerer (Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes)

SarahBucky Songbooks Vol 1-3 by @btwxsixesandsevens (Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes)

Split Loyalty by Khululekile @khuleopolis (Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes)

Sarahbucky Postmodern Jukebox, a WW2 by @btwxsixesandsevens (Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes AU)

Oh Sherrie, Our Love by @sarifinasnightmare (Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes AU)

Brand New Day by @ shandyall (Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes What if…?)

Sisters Not Sisters by @btwxsixesandsevens (Ahsoka Tano & Reva Sevander)

hopeful by @philtstone (Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes AU | Sam Wilson AU)

I’m a Punk Rocker by Pickwick12 on AO3 (Superman 2025)

Quiet Storm Playlist: 5 Stories by @btwxsixesandsevens (Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes)

Organized by @idontgettechnology (Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes)

Between Dinner, Breakfast, and the Fog of War by @btwxsixesandsevens

As The Water Wills by @btwxsixesandsevens (Star Wars)

Distance by @btwxsixesandsevens (Ayo/Aneka - Black Panther)

Grimes 68 by @tllgrrl (Rick & Michonne Grimes / Richonne) ( yeah, I shamelessly reblog my stuff sometimes ; } )

ADDENDUM (I’m adding these because my work week schedule prohibited):

W|W Star Wars Rare Pairs by @btwxsixesandsevens (Seek all of the gems by this writer. You will never be disappointed.)

(I Hate It) When You Leave by f3tid on AO3 (There is SO MUCH Richonne fic out there. I recently started reading it, and I keep coming back to this one. Because, damn.)

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Shameless self-reblog.

Grimes 68 by @tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones

Summary: After almost 8 years apart, Michonne finds Rick Grimes, the love of her life and father of their children, and he brings her into the Civic Republic Military. For the time being: 1) She has to pretend to be someone else to avoid being seen as a threat; 2) He has to figure out a plan for the two of them to get out; and 3) They have to try and act like they’re strangers to each other instead of reunited lovers.

(The key word is “try”.)

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*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

The steel kill sticks striking against the brick wall rang in the parking lot of what was left of a post office.

A former postal service semi that now had protective grills over the windows led the next herd of the dead, or what the CRM called “deltas”— “delts” for short—into the large space on the one side of the harvest wall.

The shuffling hoard was drawn by the noise and flashing lights mounted on the truck.

*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

The consignees readied themselves on the other side, and as the delts shambled to open spaces in the wall, each one was met with a blow that drove a sharp, prong-ended spear (“kill stick”) into its skull, followed by a twist of the wrist that destroyed its brain, effectively and finally killing it.

It was a repetitive, bloody, mind-numbing grind, and some said that it was brutal for the workers because it wasn’t easy to completely forget that the delts were once living human beings too.

Grimes had done his time at The Wall. He’d even become a legend with the number of kills he could rack up in a shift.

It was painted in big letters on the side of a nearby building, for all to see:

GRIMES 68.

He was also well-known for the number of attempts he’d made to do something no one else in the City wanted to do: Escape. Wanting to leave the safety and security of the CR so badly that he actually cut off his own shackled hand at the wrist, only to fail again and be brought back to the Wall.

Time and time again an officer in the Civic Republic Military gave him a chance to join up, and he refused each offer, preferring to be at the culling facility, killing the dead and planning his next escape attempt.

Then one day, he accepted the offer. He traded his Consignee jacket for a CRM uniform. Instead of using a kill stick, he got a fancy, deadly prosthetic hand with a retractable blade. He got all kinds of specialized training, all the perks as he rose through the ranks, and he never had to cull delts again.

But now, after having been gone for years, there he was. Back at the Wall. Watching.

Watching her.

The new consignee.

The dark-skinned Black woman with her hair cut short on one side of her head, exposing a beautiful profile; and locs cascading down just past her shoulder in the back and on the other side of her face .

The woman who, after her on-boarding interview, was designated a Type “B”, seeking safety, willing to work, and keeping to herself, but had the carriage and demeanour of an “A” who was always observing, was more than capable of defending herself, and being a provider of safety. A leader.

Word soon got around among the Consignees that the ex-consignee/now military officer known as “the famous Rick Grimes” had not only survived a chopper crash, but he’d started showing up at the harvest wall. Coming back to a place he’d gotten away from years earlier, only to return when a mysterious new consignee was brought into the CRM.

*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

“Hey. Look who just pulled up,” said a consignee who had her red hair tied back with, of all things, a bright pink ribbon that was tied in a bow.

“Holy shit! ‘zat Grimes?” another consignee added, tying a bandana on his head, cholo style, then slipping on his face shield. “He doesn’t have to be here any more. What’s up with that?”

“Bethune’s not-so-secret admirer,” snickered the worker to pink bow’s left, stabbing his kill stick into a delt that sagged and dropped. “She doesn’t see him yet. But she knows he’s there. Watch. In 3..2..1.”

Michonne—known to the other consignees as “Dana Bethune” —stationed at the far end of the wall, continued to methodically dispatch delts.

Then she stopped, looked over her shoulder, and found the tall CRM officer. Standing there, at ease, even with his helmet and face guard on, she knew he was watching her.

It seemed like they stood there, the only people at the wall. 5…10…15 minutes. Watching each other. Breathing the same air. At last…

3 seconds later, she turned her head back to the oncoming delts, and went back to work.

Behind her mask, the other consignees couldn’t see the small smile that graced her lips, or hear her whisper “I found you.”

Behind his mask, no one could see the CRM officer smile as he whispered “You found me.”

*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

“You see that?” drawled the consignee to pink bow’s right, continuing to spear oncoming delts. “Somethin’s up with those two.”

“I know, right? For the past two weeks, he’s here. Same time every day she’s on shift, just before third break. Look at him lookin’. Even wearin’ the consignee jacket, the mask, an’ her hair all tucked in, it only takes him a second to find her. And a second for her to know he’s here. Like they’re—”

“Might could be that ass is imprinted on his brain!” laughed a big man nearby with a bushy black beard.

“Maybe it’s because she saved his life out there.”

“Peterson said somethin’ about that. It’s true?”

“‘parently so. His chopper went down. Got blown right outta the sky and crashed.”

“You serious?!”

“Word is it was a scrub with some kinda RPG an’ shit,” a consignee added to the story while wiping a splatter of brains and blood off of his face guard.

“Stop lyin’! How’d they even get that? After the Fall, CRM took over most of the bases out there with a quickness.”

“There was military stuff out in the wild even before everything went to shit. All kinds o’ stuff is still out there,” bushy beard opined. “Shouldn’t be a surprise all these years later somebody has a bazooka or some ordinance hidden away. There’s jeeps, even tanks here and there. I lived in one for a couple o’ months before I got found and brought here. CRM scoops ‘em up quick as they can, but—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. So anyway, the scuttlebut’s that Sargent Major Loverboy there, an’ the other troopers jumped out of the wrecked chopper an’ the scrub starts firein’ on ‘em. The ones he could catch, he slit their throats…with a sword.”

“A what?” bandana scoffed, stabbing into what was left of the next delt’s face. “Get outta here with that BS, man!”

“I’m just tellin’ you what I heard! Grimes was about ta get got, when Bethune comes runnin’ outta the woods, grabs one of the dead trooper’s weapons and shoots the scrub!”

“Wow. Maybe that’s why he’s here all the time,” pink bow chuckled. “Hell, I’d be in love with her too.”

“Get in line,” beard snarked. “You really think those two know each other?”

“Know each other?” the woman laughed, stabbed a delt and shook its eyeball off of her kill stick. “I think they’re fuckin’.”

“No way!” bandana exclaimed. “She just got here!”

<<<Good work, Section 5 and 6 Consignees. Bethune and Clifton, please report to post-shift health check before boarding transport.>>>

“Think about it,” pink bow explained. “Grimes is an officer on the inside now and doesn’t need to be at the Harvest Wall any more. Who’d come back to this shit after their 6 years of consignment is up? Now, all of a sudden, he’s back. Out here almost every day. Why?”

She tipped her head toward the driveway and they watched Grimes remove his helmet and turn completely around to watch “why” aka “Dana Bethune” walk past, avoiding his eyes.

*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

“Oh, yeah…” pink bow grinned. “They’re fuckin’.”

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This bit of nonsense was inspired by The Walking Dead spin-off, The Ones Who Live - Episode 3: “Bye”.

Click HERE for the AO3 version.

Thank you for reading!

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In The Woods Somewhere by @rebellconquerer

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Sarah Wilson | Rated: M

Summary: When he doesn't move she feels her chest tighten, a feeling heavy like lead sinking into her stomach. She walks into the light drizzle, barefoot and still in her pjs, slowly coming around to face him, something telling her to give him space.

"James?" She whispers again and feels her heart come to a shuddering and painful stop as she gets a good look at him. It's his eyes that give it away. She's seen them sad, defiant, shy, sparkling with joy and even blown wide with pleasure, but she's never seen them like this. She's never seen them empty.

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Suspense, porn with plot, action, angst with a happy ending…but, *whew*, things need to get worked out.

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The SarahBucky Songbooks by @btwxsixesandsevens (Sixes_and_Sevens on AO3)

We saw how they meet. This is where it goes from there…

Don’t Get Around Much Anymore

Jazz Standards

Jazz Standards Vol 2

Jazz Standards Vol 3

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I decided to reblog the stories I revisit the most, and it’s these.

If I could pick a series of stories that I’d love to see brought to life as a TV series, The SarahBucky Songbooks (including B-Sides and Collections/Playlists) is at the top of the list.

To have Sarah written so real and with care is a beautiful thing.

Know what? I have no words that are good enough.

Start with Don’t Get Around Much Anymore, which leads to Volume 1, the Road-trip that will probably live rent free in your mind like it does mine. Summaries and tags are provided for each chapter.

If you’re new to the Ship, welcome aboard. If you’ve read the stories, welcome back.

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Post-Brave New World Thunderbolts* fic. I’m so happy to see that those movies brought new fics to the Ship.

Pull up a beverage, and get settled in.

Split Loyalty <-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65535433

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson

Timeline: Post-TFATWS, Post-Brave New World, Post-Thunderbolts

Rating: Teen+

Genre: Character-driven angst, slow burn, secret past, moral ambiguity

Status: Ongoing

“You think being useful makes you less guilty?”

“I think being useful makes me less forgettable.”

Summary:

It wasn’t the decision— it was the silence that came after.

Bucky Barnes joins Valentina’s “New Avengers”—controversial to some, calculated to others—and everything starts to shift. The missions get messier. The morality blurs. His relationship with Sam Wilson fractures under the weight of what’s unsaid. And then Sarah shows up.

Unannounced. Unshaken. Unwilling to let the past stay buried.

What follows isn’t closure. It’s confrontation—of choices, of loyalties, and of everything they’ve left unfinished.

Some loyalties are chosen.

Others unravel on their own.

But this isn’t about choosing sides, it’s about what gets left behind when you do.

Main Characters:

Bucky Barnes, Sarah Wilson, Sam Wilson, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Joaquin Torres, Misty Knight

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The Summary says it all, and even if you don’t usually read AU, give this a try because if you like a good historical setting romance with some angst, humor, adventure, and eventually some good heat, I think you’ll love this.

(BTW, it was my absolutely pleasure to do some fan art for this!!)

New SarahBucky Songbook: PostModern Jukebox, WWII

New fic for the new year. I haven't written SarahBucky in a minute. I'm glad to be back to my old fave.

SarahBucky Postmodern Jukebox: WWII

Summary: The year is 1942, alternatively speaking. In this World a War is spinning across the globe. Nurse Sarah Wilson is trying to do her job in a small farming community in the NorthWestern part of France. It all goes to hell when a handsome pilot crash lands into a ditch. He brings a spark of mystery, lighting up Nurse Wilson’s quiet life, upending everything. Who is he? Can be be trusted?

Featuring alternative timeline versions of Sarah Wilson and James Bucky Barnes, in a bucolic French setting. Plenty of locals. Pining. Angst. Incredibly hot sex. And alcoholic cider drank from little bowls.

12 Chapters (already written, so I won't forget the ending, this time).

Word count (Ch 1): 1.5K words

Tags: Sarahbucky, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, AU-WWII

BEST PART? I commissioned @tllgrrl to do me a moodboard/art collage and it is just spectacular. LOOK AT IT!

Read up friends over on Ao3.

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Oh Sherrie, Our Love by @sarifinasnightmare

Rockstar!Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson, and Special Guests | Rated: E (NSFW)

Summary: No one thought the Howling Commandos would rock again after their drummer, Bucky lost his arm, but he's back and ready to live life to fullest. His friend and security team leader Sam Wilson threatens to castrate him if he flirts with his sister, who has a successful events company. That's okay, Bucky will just flirt with the tall, gorgeous black girl with blue hair that works for her. What could go wrong?

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This Rock Band AU with a dash of Mistaken Identity by @sarifinasnightmare is a fluffy, humorous, romantic, entertaining romp.

There are all the tags in the Tags section at the head of the story over on AO3.

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Rating: SFW

Summary:

When Bucky survives the snap, his instinct is to run as far and as fast as he can. The only thing standing in the way between him and a life of obscurity is a quick detour to Louisiana to keep a promise he made Sam. Once he gets there, the only thing standing in his way is Sarah Wilson, and the fact that he took one look at her and never wants to leave.

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Chapter 1

Sam and Bucky stood together on the tarmac, waiting for something to happen, knowing that Thanos’s army was on their way. At least the energy field around Wakanda would keep them safe. Bucky just wasn’t sure how long it would hold against an unknown force whose army really wanted to get in and get to Vision.

Bucky could feel Sam watching him, but he wasn’t prepared to meet his eye. Sam could examine him all he liked, he wouldn’t find anything outwardly wrong with Bucky.

At least, Bucky hoped not.

Continue Reading on the AO3...

I’ve reblogged this in the past, but reading it again just put me in that “I need to share this” mood all over again.

Post-snap chaos and a mission to complete kicks the story off with a bang. I’ll stop there because I don’t want to spoil the story.

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Excerpt from Sisters not Sisters:

In a pause between Saw Gerrera’s words Reva felt it — a passing pressure wave in the Force, a stone thrown into a still pool.

Reva had agreed to this meeting with Saw mostly on the urging of her best friend — only friend — Pexia. Pexia, a Zabrak pilot and smuggler for hire, was curious about the rebellious activity they’d both heard about. Saw was blowing stuff up and Pex wanted a piece of the fun. Reva, ever bound by guilt she couldn’t shake, agreed to the meet in the sprawling castle slash fortress of Maz the Pirate Queen. It was the only place where so many enemies of the state could gather unnoticed.

She stepped back from the central table to get a drink while Saw continued to brag to his other invitees about how significant his movement was. As she sipped, she closed her eyes and focused. There was a subtle rippling in the Force, shrouded like she knew her own signature was. There was another Force user here, close. Closer. She made a quick sign to Pexia: “Be ready.”

She was calculating how to get out of the room when the door opened.

All turned to look at the grey cloaked figure who entered the room. Dual peaks of montrals held up the hood.

“Ah, Fulcrum, late as ever,” said Saw.

Continue reading on AO3.

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Wouldn’t it be something if in Season 2 of Ahsoka, Reva Sevander (former Third Sister) showed up?

Just a wish of mine, because I want more Reva in my Star Wars Ahsoka timeline.

About this story, though:

Two former padawan to Anakin Skywalker, end up in different paths that cross years after Order 66.

(Fan art by me, BTW. How could I not make something using images of Ahsoka and Reva as children? Especially Reva.)

Sisters not Sisters by @btwxsixesandsevens | Rated: G

Summary: Ahsoka Tano and Reva Sevander have the same Master.

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ICYMI

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hopeful by philtstone

I almost skipped reading this because it is described as an Arcane AU and I didn’t (and still don’t) know anything about Arcane, but when I tell you that the end of the very short Prologue, I was IN? I mean that ish.

Knowledge of Arcane is not necessary. It is a dystopian setting, though. With familiar characters!!

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Excerpt from Prologue

Here are the things Sam can see: the shattered stained glass spilled from the top floor into the basement, covering the ground with grit. The shredded padding and orange upholstery of that old couch he and Rhodey had their chat on. Blood, coloured brighter and fresher than Yelena’s had been (like the spurt that gushed up around Sarah’s hand once, at thirteen, too aggressive in deboning a fish).

It’s coming out of somewhere in Bucky’s midriff, smearing over the grit-up ground and staining the already stained glass a uniform scarlet.

Bucky’s face is pressed into this. Tawny tufts of his dark hair are mussed over his forehead and thickened with debris. Sam can see one blue eye, wide.

Run.

Continue reading on the AO3

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She’s baaaaack!!!!

Iyanu Season 2 is coming to Cartoon Network and HBO Max!! !

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As Superman (2025) is presently living rent-free in my mind, I was delighted to find this wonderful Martha Kent ficlet by Pickwick12 (on AO3).

It’s 2025. Iggy Pop is 78. Joey Ramone would’ve been 74. Poison Ivy and Lux Interior of The Cramps would also be in their 70s. Johnny Rotten of the Sex Pistols will be 70 in 5 months.

Damn right Martha Kent was a Punk Rocker, back in The Day.

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Settle in and get ready for some Top Shelf SarahBucky erotica.

For the Grown and Sexy: The Quiet Storm Playlist is 5 absolutely delicious one-shots written by The @btwxsixesandsevens, author of The SarahBucky Songbooks.

NSFW, and for Mature Audiences Only, the Summary says it all:

Just sex, wrapped in attempts at open conversation and topped off with a committed relationship.

(The fan art is by me and I was going for an old school LP cover or the cover art that would pop up on a playlist, but one-shots instead of songs.)

The Quiet Storm Playlist by @btwxsixesandsevens

Summary: One shots of Sarah Wilson and James Bucky Barnes having wonderful sex.

Plot? What Plot? Just sex wrapped in attempts at open communication and topped off with a committed relationship.

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What is “Quiet Storm”? It’s a style of romantic, Soul/R&B music for the Grown and Sexy, named after a song by Smokey Robinson.

If you’ve read @btwxsixesandsevens ‘s The Sarah Bucky Songbooks, you know that the titles are actual classic Old School Soul Jams.

Reblogging because these fantastic stories are some of my favorites, and right now reading and/or writing smut/porn/erotica is feeling like Rebellion + Self Care.

This is The Good Stuff.

Enjoy.

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Organized by Em Jay aka @idontgettechnology

Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop | Bucky Barnes | Akwxi & Melania

This is a delightful little combination Yelena/Kate and Sarah/Bucky one-shot ficlet by @idontgettechnology that never fails to leave me smiling.