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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years
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hello dunno if you accept shameless self promotion but you might like this 👀 it is my pet WIP 🥺
I do accept it! I loving knowing what everyone is doing and-
Oh. My. God.
I just read the summary of your fic and... I am prepared to be Destroyed by this fic.
"of Fears and Fires" by prosepoet on AO3
No Archive Warnings Apply, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Omegaverse Dynamics, WIP: currently 2 chapters/unknown, 6k, part one of an ongoing series "of Forging and Foundries".
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"Bucky Barnes, Alpha and Lieutenant for the Engine 107 Company, has never met a risk he wasn't willing to take.
Steve Rogers, Omega and Kindergarten teacher in the Little Shields Lower School at Shield Academy, has never met a risk he wouldn't rather avoid.
This is their love story."
This sounds incredible and I look forward to reading it in my spare time! Also, I think it's adorable that you called it your "pet WIP", that's super cute haha
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THE BAND OF POETS
The Imagist was the bass player, the lead singer,a student of Philip Larkin. The lead guitar was a rhyming hack. The rhythm guitarist was a prosepoet all the way, and the drummer studied Milton—an uncanny sound was madeby combinations of light combining in a revolving shade. Solo poets are a thing of the past!Now they band together, determined to make poetry last—the voices different, a harmony…
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her--words · 3 years
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“I walk out the door on Christmas into the crisp night air, and no one comes after me. Maybe they think I’m okay, and I am, but I don’t think, one of these days, I will be.”
- ch | dec. 25, 2020.
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jgreyblog · 5 years
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Some days I wish someone, anyone, would fight my battles for me.
j.grey
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callmerae · 5 years
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to put hope on the inside of you, follow these short steps first, you must remove whatever is taking that space pain, grief, disappointment, hatred, anger put it in a separate container for future consideration next, decide what brand of hope you want to go for today quiet and kind, bold and resilient, or even barely-there for the times where finding hope is scarce  finally, spread a thin layer on the entirety of your soul giving extra attention to any holes, burns, scars and wounds
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kiramalibu · 5 years
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i still find more comfort in my silence rather than words, but i promise you this. i’ll always stand for what is right. even if that means being uncomfortable, i will speak up to protect both of our lives. even if it’s just reading aloud what i write.
speak // kira malibu
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chuckakot · 6 years
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Be of comfort to anyone. This is your calling. This is your sense of belongingness. To bridge the value and significance of your life. The more you give yourself beyond any expectation gives you triumph. Always be the example of a good heart. Be a gentleman. Be the most handsome. Build your legacy by traversing even to the unknown part of yourself. You will always be charmed and tender. You will be loved by the most gracious. So, don't try hard. Be gentle like a leaf.
Chuck Akot
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floundxring · 7 years
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“Always been more ghost story than fairytale. Always been more horror than happy ending.”
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sadkalebmatthew · 4 years
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#racism #homophobia #doublethink #prosepoet #prose poetry #prose poem #blindspots #values #poetry prose #male writers #writers #writers on tumblr #spilled ink
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thestuckylibrary · 7 years
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Do you know any fics where steve asks bucky to show him how to shave, because he hadn't been able to grow a beard before the serum?
I couldn’t find any that fit, exactly, but try these?
I’ve Got You Now by prosepoet
Bucky walks in on Steve shaving. Confessions, feels, and sex ensues
Steve Rogers and the Great Body Hair Crisis of 2015 by glitteratiglue
“You’re the one with the perfect hairless body and the dick straight out of gay porn,” Steve protests. “I’m just saying, it can make a guy a little self-conscious.”
“Watched a lot of that, did you?” Bucky’s face screws up, like he’s trying not to laugh.
The Strange Saga of Captain America and the Beard by thegraytigress
Or how Bucky develops a love/hate relationship with the thing that has taken up residence on his husband’s face.
If anyone would like to make a recommendation, please let us know!
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jgreyblog · 5 years
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I'm sorry, so unbelievably sorry for your loss.
j. grey
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himalianand · 5 years
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#star #constellations #best @tedx_official @uomo_magazine
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kiramalibu · 5 years
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celebrate your small goals. celebrate the minor triumphs that you conquer. celebrate yourself. all of you. the beautiful and the ugly. the damned and the judged. you are worthy of celebration.
kira malibu
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Dream #18
Dream 18. Zürich, Switzerland. Awoken at 4:00 am for the third night in a row to Euro police sirens, screams in Dominican Spanish, and bottles being broken against the side of the hotel dangerously close to my window. Regardless of how hard I try I awake every night here at the same exact time...4:08 am. In the United States and Mexico my body religiously jolts me awake at 3:15 am (the witching hour)...this is not a random act, I believe. It's occurred without fail since 2006...the year I began studying wholeheartedly transcendental meditation. I feel deeply that there is some Castañadean theory to all of it...but I haven't nailed it yet. For whatever reason...this being beckoning for me to rise, my internal rooster, whatever it is is set to 4:08 am here. I came across two ravens yesterday morning. Which is not unusual for me in any way except that they appeared within 30 seconds of each other. One young and handsome, almost blue, barked at me from high above in tree. I stopped and greeted him, he tilted his head and flew off. Around the corner there was another raven. This one had a scratchy old caw with disheveled ruffled feathers and had a hobble. He was in the middle of the street in the way of traffic, and cawing over and over again. It was the saddest sound I can describe. It was as if he was calling out for his death. I approached him and got within a foot of him before kneeling to greet him. He turned to me and continued to bark, rapidly and even louder this time, almost angrily this time. "Preciosa, we don't have the means to care for him, it's his time. You can't intervene." Guillermo insisted. At that moment, I knew the two ravens were each other's doubles. They existed on the other side of the mirror from one other. The raven in the street, the younger raven's death stalking him from just behind his left shoulder. The sun is rising, house music is turned up, and the party beneath my fourth floor window continues in the balmy streets below. #touringartist #talesfromtheroad #prosepoet
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afro-ink · 8 years
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TREMORS• #prayer ______ #agmcdaniels_writes #jesustakethewheel #poet #darkpoem #darkpoetry #deepthought #micropoetry #visualpoem #poem #vegan #poet #prosepoet #writingcommunity #shortstory #shortpoem #spilledink #spirituality #
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jgreyblog · 6 years
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Something about the way my name falls off your lips send tremors down my spine. Something about the way you hold me, sends me into a moment of bliss. And I can’t say for one second these feelings are false, fabricated, or just fortunate, so please, for the first time, tell me you love me.
j. grey
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