#so I'm just gunna leave this as-is

[amarriageoftrueminds]

i don't get how some ppl have such short memories for the creative decisions marvel makes

people saying that james gunn(??) should write Bucky bc of rocket's arc in gotg3... did they forget that we already know what gunn's thoughts on Bucky and his autonomy are? none of them were remotely good, and it also involved rocket and his ableist running joke of wanting to dismember amputees replacement limbs off. marvel would rather humanize a raccoon than a human who was tortured and enslaved by nazis.

or how people will rightfully criticize all the available info feige puts out re: Thunderbolts for calling Bucky a villain... but then turn around and preeptively praise that he might have "long" hair (the WS cut) so out wondering why marvel keeps putting Bucky in winter soldier style designs whenever they villainize him again. it happens in both comics and mcu consistently. obviously those in charge want to keep him as the WS villain role and not progress his character and don't care why people liked the WS story (the development it set up)

or how some complain that Sam was unkind and victimblamey towards Bucky in tfatws, I feel like those got too into fanon!Sam that made him a therapist bc of his veteran work, but Sam re: Bucky started out wanting him to be put down like a dog, and consistently complained about Steve treating Bucky with kindness and empathy. fatws Sam wasn't OOC, he was always a military man whose empathy never extended towards the POW captured by Nazis and always regarded him as a potential threat that he has to tolerate, that was in character. the actual fault is the mcu not exploring the dynamic a super patriotic US military man not extending empathy towards a a ww2 vet for fought nazis only for said nazis to be hired by the US a lá Project Paperclip, but LBR the disney-owned and USDoD-funded marvel studios is not financially incentivized to delve into those topics in any way that doesn't ultimately end with "woo, Captain Amurrica, red white and blue stars and stripes, stand for the flag wooo! ignore anything close to critical in this project and embrace patriotic centrism!"

I already hate how long the last one got but another thing:

the way that Steve's mother and his Irish heritage (during the early 1900s which makes it more significant in that point in history) are given to shine, we don't even know her maiden name, even the story of Steve's father and how it's supposed to parallel Steve going to fight European fascism in both world wars, none of that gets any attention bc marvel as a franchise cares more abt the generic patriotism to dive into the characters

There's never enough talk about how post-CATWS mcu demoted Bucky from titular character and arguable secondary protagonist as a foil and parallel for Steve, be his alternate supersoldier/superhero journey based on who the world chose to lionized and who to exploit in the seedy underbelly and shady deals w nazis, but post-CATWS mcu (specifically CACW) robbed Steve of the chance to have Steve's (not Cap's, Steve's) character be explored.

Becayse why tf does that terrorizing billionaire have more screentime on what is (nominally) a sequel to Steve and Bucky's movie? We learn more about tony's annoying ass billionaire parents in a desperate attempt for pity than we do about either Bucky or Steve's families… the most we get is a name drop of Steve and Bucky reunion scenes that were clearly cut short if you compare them to the trailers of the movie.

the russos are branded as hacks (and maybe this is me still being bitter as an OG cacw-hater) but after they revealed in interviews that they kept re-editing and re-shooting civil war until half of test audiences sided with tony, that should've been where they were forever banned from filmmaking. that's not making a movie, that's making a product to sell action figures (unfortunately true for most of marvel if we're honest)

"Captain America: the Winter Soldier" nay have listed them by their titles, but that movie is pretty much the only time we see Bucky and Steve as characters most of the time, it's literally the only own with flashbacks to their relationship before the war, before "Captain America" even existed, to where it was just Bucky and Steve.

the vast majority of the marvel franchise treats them as only "Cap" and "Winter Soldier" their actual characters get lost by "creatives" who only have a superficial understanding of them as just two types of action figures to collect, they don't know Steve or Bucky, so we get sequels constantly about "Bucky's a killer robot who must be browbeat at every turn" and "Steve's most important thing in his life is the cap shield and legacy" as if their stories weren't centered around how Bucky was NOT the killer robot and in fact Steve's damn-near guardian angel character before the war and even during (literally killing nazis before they could touch Steve) and as if Steve didn't throw away the shield and Captain America title in each of his movies in favor of what's actually important to him: his oldest protector and the one he wants to protect in return, Bucky.

marvel doesn't even understand Bucky and Steve, they treat them as WS & CA, even though their core canon never showed them caring about the "legacy" and patriotism, it was always incidental at best or an obstacle that gets in the way. the most patriotism was in catfa, but it was always a mantle forced into Steve and his hero team (Howling Commandos) were purposefully diverse and non-American majority recommended by Bucky when Steve joined Bucky in the war to fight nazis. But now marvel wants to retcon in this stuff with lines like Bucky calling Hydra "my people" instead of his oppressors and torturers like they actually were, and storylines about how the patriotic legacy and shield are Steve's whole identity instead of Bucky speaking up and pointing out that none of the other characters actually knew Steve, they only knew "Cap" and "Mr. America" and that Steve literally abandoned the shield as his last public choice with it, so none of it even is his legacy at all.

the sheer gall of (in defense of infinitywar/endgame's BS) people claimed that Bucky would finally get focus again in tfatws, but in the end, only catws gave us flashback scenes of Bucky (and Steve!) before the war before the superhero stuff, meanwhile the d+ show didn't even acknowledge that Bucky's direct family's kids are 1000% alive (he had a big family!) and heard of the real uncle Bucky, and instead the show claimed that Bucky is closest to HYDRA… the ones who tortured him into a mindslave… and he said it to a government mandated therapist (institutionalization by the state) who works for the same government who had the hydra-nazis on payroll and funded Bucky's torture…

no one at marvel even gave a thought about Bucky's family or the direct fault the gov has in his abuse.. no one on screen points out that the state that's institutionalizing him as a felon literally owes him reparations. they could've done a storyline relating to other IRL groups and family descendants who are owed reparations for the USA's domestic and international crimes and how Bucky is a similar case, but instead it's about how Bucky has no family that he was violently imprisoned from and how he's the one at fault and how the government mandated oversight says Bucky should be apologizing for what they funded

Bucky has so many blatant similarities with victims and descendants of IRL state human rights abuses that those states refuse to recognize, but marvel isn't willing to frame in a way that makes the US look bad because they're too busy being patriotic and "respecting the shield" and flag symbols and "legacy" and pretending like the shield is so so so important to Bucky or Steve and retcon out the parts where the shield and the captain america stuff was discarded easily at the emotional climax of each of the first 3 movies in favor of protecting what actually mattered more: each other….

but patriotism tho, the new Cap & WS who replaced Bucky & Steve are too patriotic to point out that the government literally owes their (cuz both ssr/shield & hydra were agencies by them) their two most famous supersoldier experimental test subjects a lot of money and apologies for a long laundry list of reasons

#long post #anti tfatws #antisambucky #tfatws critical #bucky barnes #bucky meta #mcu meta #toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #👌👍☝👏 #good for you getting all that off ur chest 😅 #nonny I want to answer you but I've had death threats for noticing things wrong w/ tfatws in the past #*totally hinged behaviour* #so I'm just gunna leave this as-is #if you wanna read my take come off anon 👀

[sweetdreamspootypie]

Wish I had read more historical literature stuff. I need some etiquette scripts.

I slept from about 04:45 to 07:30

So about 2 hours

Want some quiet time and watch Netflix while I eat breakfast before I do big socializing

But the thing is we are here specifically to have quality time with my grandmother

And the kitchen is the core place people spend time here

So can't exactly just sit on my phone

I don't think there is actually a polite way to not want to socialise yet

Also don't know if it's socially acceptable to want to just have a day to wander around and explore by myself, when we haven't done 'enough' bonding yet

But at some point I'm going to have to? Don't need my dad to say whether it's the plan or not

I'm just going to have to get up regardless

how do people live with their families

Idk. Just that conflict of interests between feeling like I'm supposed to 'be here' for Dadi Vs I need to do my own thing and explore. just here as a tourist Vs here as a helper.

I think also doesn't help that because the normal family home is rural, I'm accustomed to feeling like if I'm at a family home then I can't leave

But there's a bus stop right outside here.

#Liveblogging life #Maybe I should be sending this to you as a message #But I know you'll read it so effectively the same? #11am. Hungry. Is it an ED relapse to be squicky about eating in front of other people? #Being hungry makes it worse #It's been 16 hours since dinner #But I'm gunna get judged for eating too much regardless #Maybe it's more an external environment relapse #More than an internal thing #But we're here for a month so I'm concerned about it leaving a mark #I'm venting a lot #There has been good things #It's been great #But yeah fundamental discomforts still need venting / processing / acknowledging #I am not accustomedmto living with people any more #Or specifically my dad #He's been fine #But obviously there are just specific 'minor' things that are just major sources of friction even when things are going fine #My life #My posts

[fluffghostrp]

where's that meme where the talking skull floats into it's own special screaming hole? 'cause that's me right now. the screaming skull is me. i Scream.

#⧉ ooc #i had to bother my boss twice! TWICE! on her day off! #because truckers were being really difficult about taking 'no' for an answer #they weren't hitting on me (tho they've done that before) #they just really wanted to drop their trailers on the property when they didn't have permission #one guy wanted to drop a loaded reefer of all things! #like you can't! do that! those things need FUEL #if you leave that unattended and it runs out of fuel then all the raw meat on it will SPOIL #we ain't gunna be liable for that so of course i'm not gunna let you drop it ya numbskull!!!! #i just have a face/presence that makes me seem like a pushover i guess

[hexplaything]

🫂🫂

I read your vent post. I may not have had the same type of bday parties but I understand the feeling/struggle trying to be happy on your own bday after years later with circumstances different now. I really do hope you have a way to enjoy your bday in anyway 🖤

big hugg for u thank you

i always get lost figuring out how to spend my bday and usually end up feeling like it was wasted doing nothing. i also just need to learn to be Content with myself in certain ways and i think that is part of it in all honesty

#im gunna be peychoanalyzing myself a lot on here more bc i cancelled all future appts with my therapist 💀 #called at 9pm to the office to leave a voicemail so i didn't even have to talk to the front desk receptionist bc i got nervous she would #try to convince me to reschedule or something #and im trying to decipher whether i'm in some Manic state (i dont even think i'm bipolar so ???? no mania???) #or if im just. making a normal decision for myself idk #good girl answers

[heffrondriving]

casually files this under moments that make me wanna run my brain with a steamroller over and over again for the next couple days

#i'm entirely off my fucking gourd ik but this was like a bowling ball to the gut at the end of that whole sneak peek #WHAT IS IT ABOUT THESE TWO MEN SPECIFICALLY THAT SCRATCHES SMTH IN MY FUCKWIT MINDGOOP #JUST THE WAY KENDALL SUBTLY PULLS CARLOS IN AND LEANS IN I'M GUNNA BITE MAIM KILL ETC. ETC. #THIS IS LITERALLY ONLY FIVE FRAMES LONG AND I'M ALREADY BROKEN FRIDAY CANNOT COME ANY SOONER PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD #everyone look tf away grampa allen forgot to take their sedatives again- #also from what i've heard so far i really hope james does have more parts on this song;; kinda missing his vocal power ngl. just me??? #logan has been absolutely dominating the last two singles which. 👏 serve 👏 mr. henderson but let's get the other lads plating too #whatever happens though this is def gonna be The Summer Anthem i just know it. it's gonna singlehandedly reverse the weather patterns here #hm i wonder when their spanglish song with maffio is gonna drop though i thought that one'd come first #but at least i could dust off my poor spanish skills that i got via ph spaniard colonisation + listening to too much omar rudberg lmao #and i've managed to fully memorise all two (count em) spanish solo songs that carlos has on his spotify so there's that too dhdsjdsjk #yk id normally leave this bullshit in my drafts but sometimes you gotta fire the gunshots to keep the estate value low. this is The Content #i'll prob delete this or whatever *tags anyway to degrade humiliate shame his own derangement further* #btr #big time rush #kendall schmidt #carlos penavega #fall #gif #kendork #carlitos #kenlos #stop it forever #do pretty girl don't speak #good luck loverboy

[sunkingwrites]

going to help out at the school my mum teaches at- yahoo!! :D

#sunkinginforms #I'm literaaallyyy gunna be getting there as the kids are leaving tho #but i WILL be helping out with the breakfast program soon #sunkingrambles #i'm mainly going in there as a one man organization and layout change team- and because i know how computers work and my mum... #uhhhh- she's getting there <3 #but yeah- im excited to like- get out..side xD fjjsjskndjdkf #ive been genshin nonstop for the past three days #and liiikkkeee- it's fun- but it's also gotten to the point of brain numbing cuz I'm just using muscle memory at this point #cuz theyre liikke- big main quests that I'm doing so i can't host co-op at the same time- it's a whole thing #I'm more present in gaming when I'm talking with someone- so the podcast on in the background helps a little with that #hdjskdhsjfjjf #this is a lot- but like-- IM EXCITEDDD #i get to make an outfit for tomorrow #maybe I'll convince my mum to somehow coordinate outfits with me-- actually that might kill me- she'd be so cute <3 #i love her- she's just- uhhhh NOTHING- I LOVE HER <3 #HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY- YOU GET TO HEAR ABOUT MY MUM #AND HOW COOL AND FUNKY SHE IS #also she called 'Jamba Juice' 'Juice Jamba' and that was cute ☆

[blow-me-a-kis]

I think I could do housemate situation again if I weren't so broke lmao. Then if my roommates aren't cleaning up after themselves, I can just hire a housekeeper. I feel like 86% of housemate issues are due to us all being so fucking broke/stingy, in the case of housemates with access to wealth.

Ive lived in houses where ppl were sooo resistant to bringing in a housekeeper cause they were worried about *exploiting labor*. But those same ppl didn't give a shit about exploiting their housemates' who have to pick up after them.

Like lets just pay the nice ppl a living wage to come and clean so I don't pack my bags and move away in the dead of night because our gross house is driving me to depression and insanity.

I get that cleaning can be so hard when you're checked out mentally/physically disabled, but the cleanest housemate I ever had was a queer elder who was a disabled immigrant recovering from a TBI.

Literally, I had to up my cleaning game because I was fucking up their routine with my little left over messes.

Living with them made me realize 1) Cleaning has little to do with neurodiversity/ability and far more to do with the culture of cleaning you brought up with and 2) cleaning isn't about making messes to deal with later, its something you do as apart of the process of whatever you were doing to make the mess.

You cannot leave a mess to be dealt with later when your later comes after your housemates need to share those spaces.

I'm not done doing my hair if I don't pack up the combs and oils and wipe down the sink. I'm not done cooking if every ingredient I used is still out and the leftovers haven't been sorted and the counter and stove are in chaos. And what I've learned is most of the time these things can easily be done as I go about doing what I'm doing.

I've gotten into the habit of putting things back while I wait for my pot to cook on the stove. I'm even washing every dish I used while cooking, as I cook. Before my plate is even made, the kitchen is ready for my housemates to use.

I don't even leave the bathroom until I put everything back after my little self care routines. I think my housemates can tolerate me hogging the joint for five extra minutes while I make it nice and neat for them.

Cleaning is a mindfulness practice.

A lot of ppl just don't know how to clean, period. Apparently washing dishes properly is a skill on par with knowing Javascript.

Like bruh. Why are dishes with grease and flour on them chilling in the drying rack like you're done?? You know you could use soap, right? And hot water?? There are hundreds of Youtube videos on how to wash dishes. You don't have to just wing it.

But yeah. I do have a lot of sympathy for us broke asses having to live together with our varying degrees of cleanliness and ability to even detect messes.

For me, its very obvious when a space is messy, and its very obvious to me what needs to be done to clean it. I know for some ppl that stuff just fades into the background and they cannot clean what they cannot notice.

So yeah. Gotta go work on this web dev portfolio so I can pay for housekeepers to notice.

#but fr I think I'm just gunna manifest a clean housemate #like please lordt send me another Jamaican housemate #Please lordt send me a Black person who grew up waking up to the cleaning playlist on Saturdays #I will never live with messy ass white queers who whine ableism when you tell them to wash their goddamn dishes #they be like I got adhd autsitm trauma etc etc etc #and its like okay but I also have those same exact things and I've been houseless so now whut #just do your goddamn dishes amor ask nicely for help #you can ask for help! #and say thank you when ur housemates pick up after you #a little appreciation goes a long way #and dont tell your housemate they dont have to clean up after you #because if youre not cleaning and I need that soave clean then yeah asshole I actually DO have to #thats the only option you leave me with #and I lowket enjoy cleaning #being a cleaner at a queer spa was the best job I ever had #oh my god I just remembered spas exist #and I can just leave my dirty ass queer house and go to a spa when I have a better paying job #oh my god let me go work on this portfolio #personal

[borderlineclown]

i think about killing myself and then feel the guiltiest anyone has ever felt because i think about my niece

#i feel so guilty that i'm not just better #that im a terrible example of how to be a person because i'm so damaged and miserable #i feel bad that she looks up to me and loves me #i feel bad that i didn't just kill myself before she came #because now i can't kill myself ever no matter how much i want to #i can't leave her #i can't miss out on her #but holy fuck i have to life the rest of my life and feel this way? it's gunna kill me #i don't know if i can do like. an entire life like this #i wasnt made for this #but now i can't leave i cant do anything to escape it all

[starssecret]

Sorry for no post today! I ran out of pre-queued stuff and am super busy today! Maybe I can get it posted tonight, but if not Monday!

So don't worry I didn't forget our favorite Bean lol <3

#star's rambles #Sorry I just so got caught up in everything lol #I barely made yesterdays T~T #But gunna at least start it tonight lol I just got to finish my work for the afternoon :] #Thanks for the patience! #Also! Leave a comment or let me know if there is something y'all want to see next! #I'm still fiddling with how to do the story since you know- #I'm doing like a very similar thing (hopefully) 12 times in a row lol #so I'm still sorting out order and how to end it before I start ;]

[moechies]

i need toji to keep me in a chokehold with his big beefy arms while taking me from behind 😵‍💫

your eyes crossed with tacit amount of pleasure. it was overwhelming.. painful even. your stomach convulsed as you came over and over on your dear husband's cock.

"you like this huh? fuckin' nasty."

"n..no.! i-i'm not.. j-just like you a..alot, n-nd it feels s..so good.."

"you like me a lot hm? stupid girl's drunk on some dick." he laughs.

he turns your face to meet his with his free hand, watching the way your eyes roll back to meet his face. glittery tears stream down your face, with a slight bit of drool in the corner of your mouth.

he presses a hot kiss against the lips of your own, letting a slight chuckle into your mouth when he feels the heat of your cunt tighten around him at the mere touch of his lips. you were too much.

your head falls back onto his shoulder, back arched so intensely your bodies aren't even touching anymore. he presses down gently on the evident bulge in your lower stomach where his cock made an appearance, causing you to pull away with a squeal. your body retracts back into his, quickly moving away from his assaulting hand.

"sensitive girl.. you like bein' choked out like this?" you let out a longed moan at the harsh thrust, incapable of responding.

"answer."

he once again reaches for the delicate imprint of his cock through your stomach, glazing over it gently with his fingers. you gasp,

'y..yes!! l-love it, pleasepleaseplease..! to..toji, m' gunna c-"

"i know, shh," he coos, his arm slightly tightening around your neck. a wanton moan leaves your agape mouth, small hand reaching up to his forearm, desperate for mercy.

"cum on this cock princess."

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊ #requests ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

[chaosandmarigolds]

I'm crying I need more Simon and Ollie here just so !!! maybe their dynamic with reader too

I need more Simon and Ollie too!!! So win - win!!’

Dad! Simon who, yeah admittedly, practically took over parenting for the first few months of marriage cause he ‘has time he has to make up for’

- waking up, cooking, going to the park, getting Ollie dressed, watching Bluey (loves bluely I will die on this hill) and anything and everything inbetween

Dad! Simon who loves holding Ollie’s hand as they walk, even though he has to be like lobsided to do it

Dad! Simon who lives for fishing trips, don’t ask why buy he and Ollie will wake up early, make pancake-

“Si- honey,” you grumble into the darkness as you feel the bed moving as he gets up, reaching out your arm- that he gently took a hold of and pressed a kiss to your wrist, “‘s early.”

He leans over more onto the bed, leaving a few kisses to your forehead and nose. “Olls and I ar’ gunna go fishing at th’ pond, wanted to wake up ‘fore him.”

With sleep still blurring your vision you rub yours eyes, trying to not let his showering of kisses falter your words, “Olls wakes up at 6 normally- four thirty in the morning Simon.”

“He’s gonna be up any second now, luv.”

“Oh yeah, cause you know-“

“ISTER RILEY IS FISH DAY.”

You quickly sit up in the bed to see your three year old standing in the doorframe of the bedroom, hair messy and the dinosaur pjs are wrinkled and lopsided- very much awake though. “Oliver-“

“Oops. No mean wake mommy, jus get ister Riley so we go fish.” His words are fake hushed as he toddles over to the bed, crawling onto it and then standing, making him a shocking only a foot and half shorter than Simon. “Fish day?”

“After breakfast, laddie.”

“no breakfast, we go fish now.”

“Mmm, no, big boys eat breakfast an’ then go fish.”

Dad! Simon who loves teaching Ollie all of the little in and outs of thing, like things he thought were common sense but in fact is not

Dad! Simon who when you don’t have a babysitter calls Price and his missus- meaning this conversation-

“Who Iser Money?”

“Price, laddie, ‘Ike the price of your toy- yeah?And…” Simon falters as he looks to you in the passenger seat, eyes down to your phone and your hand grasping is, “Jus call ‘em Grandfather, okay?”

Your head snaps up, giving your boyfriend a look as Ollie chirps happily in compliance. “Simon-“

“Leave it be, just till you meet them, okay?”

#simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fanfic #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost fanfiction #ghost imagine #ghost call of duty #cod ghost #simon ghost fluff #mw2 ghost #dad!simon riley #dad!ghost #dad simon riley #coco’s chaos <3 #cod x you #call of duty x reader #cod john price #john price #coco’s pre-k universe! <3

[eddiesxangel]

18+ minors DNI

cw: breeding kink, domeddie/sub!reader,

"Fuck baby you're so tight" Eddie slowly slips the tip past your entrance but goes no further

"I need more please" you pant

"I don't know if you can take it?" He pouts at you

"Yes, I can please!" You cried.

"I don't know baby? I'm just so big" he mocks.

You thrust your hips into him trying to get him to slip it all the way in; but he moved back away from you.

"Eddie please baby, l've been so good and you promised" you pout.

"You're right baby, you have been so good f"me."

He stroked your wet cheek.

You nod your head frantically. He was being so cruel, leaving you in this state, you needed him so badly.

"Shhhh it's ok baby, l'll take care of you." He kissed you deeply.

"Please" you grind your hips into Eddie's hard length.

"And using your manners, I’ll have to treat you extra good" he slid into you until he was at the hilt.

You arched your back into Eddie with a satisfied groan.

"Fucking made for me" he trusted his hips into you.

Over and over Eddie thrust into you again and again hitting your g spot with each smack of skin to skin.

"Don't stop! please don't stop" you cried.

Eddie didn't let up until your body was spasming on his cock, not once but twice. He road through your orgasm and didn't stop.

"Gunna fill up this tiny cunt, hmmm. Going fuck you until my cum is spilling out of you then I'm going to pump it back into you so it can't escape."

"Yes please give it to me, I need it" you beg.

"Yea want me to breed you? Get you nice and pregnant. Fill you with my babies?"

"Yes yes yes yes" you whisper, mind numb from the second orgasm

You felt Eddie's body shake as he came. You grasped him through it. His cock softened inside of you hot letting his cum escape like he'd promised.

Eddie kissed the tip of your nose before pulling out

"Told you I would treat you extra good"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson

[sweetdreamspootypie]

why have I only ever seen the phrase “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” used in the context of people who have excessive work ethic to the point of disrespecting others for resting, when the phrase has so much potential as something you say with manic confidence right before bursting into tears when looking at your work schedule

#my posts #my life #just sent a message saying I'll sleep next thursday #then realised thats insane #adventures in adulting #adulting #I'll sleep next thursday. when I book annual leave. or when I'm dead. Whichever comes first #I think this past weekend genuinely traumatised me lolol #fuck short staffing #gunna make me fucking call in sick for a mental health day #thus exacerbating the problem #aka my dumbass finally learns what this mysterious burnout crisis is #Now I've gotta do a fucking online class #which I haven't prepared for #negativity cw #whining #using tumblr as a diary #nurblr #I want my fucking blanket nest but I haven't been sleeping and I've got a night shift tomorrow so I won't sleep for 48 hours #luckily I've only got 1 night - they took off my second one because I picked up the Hell Shift Monday

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Not exactly a meet cute between Jazz and Jason.

Jason's had a long night of beating the shit out of a gang that dared to sell in his territory, the last thing he needs is the Bats on his tail. He can always sense them when he leaves Crime Alley- they watch for him. Waiting for him to fail. It pisses him off.

So Jason shakes his tail, he's pretty sure it's the demon brat, parks his bike, removes his helm and heads into the loudest bar he can find, ditching his mask along the way. There are no camera's and there was no one watching, so Jason just looks like any other angry frat guy at the bar. Well, he supposes that the Leather jacket might be a stand out.

He grabs a drink, and looks at the time. Jason just needs to wait out the chance that a baby bird saw his bike and hope that curfew kicks in before this has to be a 'conversation'. Besides, the music is good and despite all the people, the crowd is pretty behaved.

"Hi! I'm so glad you're here!" A woman approaches, he can tell she's had a few drinks from her walk but her eyes scream sobriety and fear. She's tall in her flats, her hair looks disheveled (from dancing maybe) and her outfit screams 'this is the one fun black top I own'. She's beautiful and her approaching him might've been a wet teenage dream if his suspicions weren't immediately raised.

"I certainly am here." Jason replies, a smirk set into his features easily and as he straightens out his back he can see the three men watching the back of her head like predators. They're wearing super lame white hoodies and coats, like they're organized somehow.

"That's why you're my hero! Always ready to grab me at a moment's notice! Any chance you'll be good to leave after you finish that drink?" Her eyes are pleading but she keeps the same happy smile and joyful tone the whole time.

"Nah, no worries about the drink. It was cheap and I was just getting bored with it anyway. " Jason explains, setting his glass down on the counter. He's mentally photographed the three creeps, "Did any of your friends also need a ride home?"

"Nope! They all got in an uber... without me. So they'll be just fine!" She explains and there is an anger in her eyes that clearly meant she was telling the truth. Her hands are straightening out his jacket collar, making it look like they're more comfortable with each other than just strangers. She lays her hands flat on his chest once her task is completed and Jason feels his throat go dry.

"I'm always telling you to find better friends. Now c'mon, I parked out back." he wraps an arm around her waist, though its not tight, and peers over his shoulder. These guys weren't going to leave without a fight it seems, Dumb, Dumbie and Dumber are all watching her with evil in their eyes.

The two of them walk out and before she can even say thank you, the door swings back open and she's sucker punched one of the assholes and Jason's pulled his gun out for the other two.

"You gents are gunna go home, or you're gonna end up in the dirt. Pick." Jason growls. Not taking him seriously at first, he shoots one dudes foot and the last one standing looks like he might pass out. He picks up his fallen comrades and backs away into the bar.

"For ancients sake those dudes were trying to traffic the hell out of me." She sighs, and Jason holsters his gun.

"Yeah no shit. You okay?" Jason inquires.

"I will be. I'm Jazz, thanks for saving me Hood."

"I'm no-"

"You're literally leaning comfortably on Red Hoods motorcycle that still has his helmet perched on it. No one would do that unless they were suicidal or him." She challenges, but then a look changes in her eyes and she almost looks nervous "But still, do you uhm, wanna get out of here?"

He blinks. She was trying to pick him up? AFTER finding out he was a crime lord??

The answer is that yes, Hell Yes, Jason does want to get out of here. None of the Bats will bother him while he has a civilian, not at the diner he takes her too and certainly not while he's taking her back to one of his safe houses.

Jason had expected one of his siblings to show up in the morning and cause a ruckus. He hadn't planned for a dude to let himself into his kitchen screaming about government agencies tracking Jazz down that wasn't related. Turns out it's her brother and he's floating and no he's not going to explain why he's there or how he found them.

Jazz has a lot to explain to the both of them and it starts with "So I can admit that I have a thing for motorcycle guys-"

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc crossover #dp crossover #anger management ship #anger management #jazz fenton #jason #long post #your honor there is no way in my mind that these two aren't bangin within 24 hours of meeting #the chemistry is there #jazz was being followed by the giw and jason saves her #jazz is literally in love from that point forward #she has a type and he checks all her boxes your honor #danny just wants his sister safe but he will shovel talk the zombie later

[buckysegan]

With all my gratitude, hope and returned adoration - Part Two

Summary: John writes back to his friend from home and we hear from our friend across the way. John x She. Word Count: 1.2k. A/N: we are def rolling with some historical inaccuracies in regards to letters here but sue me. he deserves it. pstttt also should we name her? do you all want to send me random john prompts. my baby isn't ok and i'm not ok. Part one linked here. Part three linked here.

John was sure he wasn't sweating a normal amount as he looked down at the piece of paper that Buck had offered him. It had taken two whole days of questions from the man for Bucky to even decide that he was going to reply. He’d been offered the hope, what more could he ask of her. Could he ask more? There had been a return address on the letter which Buck had insisted was there for a reason and she had opened herself out for a reply from him but the Major couldn’t help but be unsure.

It was an odd feeling for him, before the war he hadn't been unsure of anything and since he’d been here? Well he hadn’t been sober enough to doubt anything that he had done. These days though Bucky felt like he doubted every single thing. The thing was, he wasn't sure that he could afford to doubt this, to look past the life line that had been offered to him. Not when each day he could feel his mind draw a little further toward the edge no matter how much he or Buck tried to keep it in check.

With a sigh he pulled the pen into his hand, eyes locked on the page for a moment before he began to scrawl.

Dear Friend From Home 

You’re gunna have to forgive me because I ain’t going to be as good as this as you are. I’ve written so many letters this war you would think that I’d have gotten a handle on it by now but I find myself at a loss when it comes to what to say to you. 

I think the first thing I got to say is thank you. I don’t know if the words I can put on paper are ever going to really tell you how much your letter meant to me. See I was a certain type of man that didn’t think much to pen pals. I figured that I’d be ok, you know, that with my boys I’d have what I needed to make it through the hard days but watching the letters for everyone else roll in has been harder than I thought it might. 

There are things that I can’t tell you cause I don’t know who might read these letters, and where I am I can’t get you no picture but I can tell you that my favorite dish is a meat and potato pie, simple I know but really I’m a simple hearty kind of guy. What makes me laugh, you asked? That’s kind of simple for me too, just good company, myself sometimes, Buck, he’s my best friend, he makes me laugh a lot. What makes you laugh? I’d like to know that. 

May I know where you are? I know that might be a big ask but you said I could ask anything I know and if I get out of here…we get some leave, I’d like to know where I need to ask for me leave to be. Then I can show you what I sound and look like and know that in return. 

If this letter doesn’t reach you for a while, know you’ve been with me the whole time. 

With all my gratitude, hope and returned adoration

Major John Egan 

“What if she doesn’t get it?” He found himself questioning quietly to Buck as he handed over the letter to make it out of camp. His best friend settled him with a soft look, one that always made Bucky feel like he had some worldly knowledge the rest of them had missed out on, that assured him everything was going to be alright. “You just gotta have hope she will John, she’ll get it.” 

With a huff Bucky nodded, pulling his hat on as he watched his letter vanish from his view all together. “Alright well I can’t sit here and wonder, I’m off to play baseball or something.”

The letter that Bucky had so carefully handed over changed hands many more times, some fingers as rough as the pilots, some dirtier, some softer, but the last set of fingers to slide the letter from her post box had perfectly manicured fingers. Her flicking of her post was greedy as she looked for the same thing that she had every day since she’d posted her own letter.

At first, her hopes of finding what she was looking for had been unrealistic; she knew that, it hadn’t even been long enough for her letter to be received, let alone for him to get one back to her, then the other girls at the centre, they’d gotten letters back, notes, anything. That was when she had allowed her hope to return, for a moment at least. Days without anything had turned into weeks and then weeks had turned into months. Anything could have happened, that was what she tried to tell herself, he might not have gotten her letter, he might have thought it was weird and had chosen not to reply. That thought was enough to miff her, he could have at least said thank you. When she had decided no one could be that mean, her diminishing hope had turned to worry, what if he hadn't been able to receive her letter.

Flicking through each white envelope today, she almost missed it, how she didn't know because it was clearly different from the rest of them, maybe she hadn't wanted to look. "Not…" Trailing off she flicked back to the second to last letter, her eyes taking in the scrawling of her address, her eyes checking the postage before she was taring inside. "It's here, he wrote it's here." She called through the halls to the other girls that she lived with, all of which had been holding their breath with her. "Oh god I can't read it, what if he's telling me I was weird!" She cried, thrusting the unopened letter into the hands of her eager friend.

"Don't be dramatic, he's going to be throwing down his gratitude at you being a doll, you should have attached a picture with it I told you!" Meg beamed easily back at her, the same sense of reservation missing from her actions as she tore into the letter so that it could be read to the group. "Dear Friend From Home. You’re gunna have to forgive me because I ain’t going to be as good as this as you are. I’ve written so many letters this war you would think that I’d have gotten a handle on it by now but I find myself at a loss when it comes to what to say to you." That was enough, pulling the letter from Megs hands she was quick to scramble away from the group once more, locking herself into her room as re-read the opening line herself, the tears in her eyes only welling even further as she continued.

An ache in her chest formed as she read the words once more, taking in each strike of his pen where he had corrected himself or smudge from whatever he'd had on his fingers. The state of the letter was enough to make her wonder, but at least for now, she knew her friend was ok. He was alive, and he wanted to hear more from her. It couldn't have been normal, to feel this level of emotion for a man that she had never met, but she had found herself here regardless and in the middle of so much uncertainty, she wasn't going to question the pull she felt across the way to England.

Pushing from her bed she moved to her desk, paper pulled from her stationary pot, the quicker she could post this the quicker it could get to him.

"Dear Major Egan,

I'm delighted to hear I'm with you. I hope you know, that you've been with me too…"

#john egan x reader #john egan #master of the air #mota #mota drabble #callum turner #bucky egan

[asuyaka]

Heyy, idk if u're still taking requests or not but if u're not just ignore this!

TikTok really came to drag me down the Satosugu hole by the foot this week goddamn. Anyways, I'd like to request my favorite sad gay boys with a m!reader who's a effeminate soft boy and is usually pretty quiet and cooperative but the second someone says something remotely negative about the two m!reader is already throwing hands and burying the offender's head onto the ground. Bonus point if he's from the Zen'in clan!

No one's ever calling Geto's bangs 'weird' with m!reader around lol.

- '🌈' Anon.

★ - yes! reqs are open !! when the first (yippie!!) one piece one shot comes out s'when reqs are gunna close briefly cause 've got other things m'needa work on! (❁´◡`❁)

☆ - Satosugu x M! Zen'in clan reader!

Lulling chirping sounds sounded through the second-year classroom as the sun began to rise. The sound of sweeping and the screech of desks moving across the table sounded through your ears.

With a gentle hand, you plucked the dead leaves off the bouquet of flowers that usually resided on the window sill next to your seat; plucking off the leaves as well and shaking it so the petals could become more pronounced.

After cutting the stem so water could flow through them, you placed the flowers in their vase and put them in their designated position, a pleased smile on your face when you realized that was the last thing you needed to do for cleaning duty, even though it wasn't your turn.

The door slid open behind you as a tired-looking Yaga walked into class. His eyes widened for a bit when they saw you before his expression turned sour. "Good morning, [Name]. I thought Satoru had cleaning duty for today?"

You bowed politely in greeting. "He asked me to do it because he had to get limited edition crepes today."

Yaga sets his things on the table with an annoyed mumble. "Thank you, please make sure he gets to class on time."

You nodded as you left the classroom. The sun shone down on your face through the windows as you made your way to Suguru's and Satoru's dorms.

You pass by Shoko in the kitchen who was hunched over the counter making a cup of coffee. "Want a cup?" She asks, biting and finishing the remaining pocky in her mouth.

'If Suguru woke up a few minutes ago, he'd want some. Maybe Satoru would like some hot chocolate too.' You thought briefly before turning your attention back to the brunette. "Yes, please. One hot chocolate and black coffee."

Shoko grins at that instantly recognizing the order. "You've got it Mister Zen'in."

You wave goodbye and continue your journey. Suguru's dorm isn't that far from the kitchen so you got there in a short amount of time. You knocked, politely waiting for an answer.

"[Name]-chan? If it's you, you can come in!" Satoru's voice answered.

You open the door to see two bags of delivered crepes beside Satoru, who is painting Suguru's nails black. "See? Got some for you guys 'cause I'm such a nice person!"

Suguru rolls his eyes. "You only got them because you remembered flunking on cleaning duty."

You take a seat beside them, staring at Suguru's black nails. "Yaga says I should make sure you two get to class on time."

Satoru snorts, the tiniest bit of blue peeking out from his glasses. "Yeah, and when have we ever listened to what Yaga says?"

"You don't. Maybe Suguru, but I actually enjoy not getting punched in the head every time you do something stupid." You interject, causing Satoru to gasp loudly.

"Suguru! Do you hear this? I do everything I can to make sure you two are well fed and all I get in return is bullying!" Satoru whines as he sets the nail polish aside to let Suguru's nails dry and picks up the bags with a bright smile on his face.

Shoko kicks the door open with two mugs in her hand. "Here you go losers. Zen'in blink twice if they're forcing you to be here."

Suguru and Satoru stare at you expectingly, an exaggerated gasp when they see your eyes close twice.

Shoko giggles, patting the top of your head affectionately. "Yeah, I'd be scared if I was forced to hang out with them too."

She walks out of the room with a reminder that class starts in a few hours. Satoru brought out the crepes and immediately started eating them as he read the Digimon manga, periodically sipping his extra-sweet cocoa.

"[Name], why didn't you get a drink?" Suguru asks, picking up a crepe carefully so the paint doesn't smudge.

You shrug. "The place I normally get my drinks at is too far to walk in the morning."

Satoru looks at you blankly as he stuffs his face with more food. "I could've teleported, dummy. C'mon, road trip time!" He exclaims as he grabs you and Suguru.

"Satoru, no— you haven't even mastered it yet—"

You feel reality split and your stomach churns uncomfortably for a brief second before everything stills again. The sound of cars blaring runs through your ears as a familiar sidewalk reflects through your eyes. "See? easy!"

"[Name]? Are you okay?" Suguru asks, squatting in front of you with worry all over his face.

Taking a minute to breathe, you feel everything finally settle. You have no idea how Satoru can do that without throwing up. "Yes, I am... okay. Just a little disoriented."

Suguru shoots a glare at the albino who rubs your back apologetically. "Well, my apology is your drink! So come on, I wanna get back to the crepes before Shoko's fat ass eats them."

"Shoko doesn't even like the crepes you order. It's always too much sugar." Suguru defends, slapping Satoru upside the head as the three of you walk into the shop.

It's a small cafe situated inside a bookstore with soft Lofi music playing in the background. The three of you get in line. It's short, most likely due to how early it was but that only meant you could get back to the dorms on time.

You hear snickering behind you but pay no mind. After all, it was a public place, and whatever affairs other people had wasn't your business.

Then, you hear something about how a guy has his nails painted. In the corner of your eye, you can see them pointing at Suguru.

Either Suguru and Satoru notice and they don't care, or they don't notice. Either way, you weren't going to let them poke fun at your friend (boyfriend?) and get away with it.

"Is something the matter?"

They stare at you, visibly sizing you up. "Wondering why your friend has nail polish on, isn't that only for chicks?"

Satoru taps you on your shoulder. "Take it outside, don't want you to beat their ass and get banned, yanno?"

You acknowledge him but keep a sharp gaze on the two of them. "Giving gendered terms to inanimate objects is an extremely stupid thing to do. It is not on you, so why should you care what he has on?"

The implication of calling them stupid seemed to hit a nerve because a vein pops in their forehead and their fists clench. "Cause it's fucking gay. What? You like taking it up the ass too?"

"If a fight is what you want, then that is fine with me. Do not let your petty ideals and quite frankly shitty opinions mess up my morning."

They keep talking as you make your way outside. The instant the door chimes close, a loud groan rips through one of their mouths.

They hold onto their nose, now streaming blood and broken. "Dude, what the fuck?!"

"You wanted a fight, did you not? Now, I am quite busy at the moment so if that is all, then I bid you a good rest of your day."

As you were about to walk back into the store, Suguru and Satoru came out with your drink in hand. "Yo! Here, got the kind you like cause I loveee you so much!" Satoru kisses your cheek and hands you your order, especially as you like it.

"Thank you, Satoru. Would you like to go back to the dorms now?"

Suguru stuffs a cake pop in your mouth, handing Satoru one and eating one as well. "Thanks for... that, by the way."

"It's no problem. You are my... partner, after all."

Satoru grins as he latches onto the two of you again. "Teleportation time, let's go!"

"Satoru, no—"

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