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spnfathersdayexchange · 2 months

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Supernatural Father's Day Exchange

The SPN Father’s Day Exchange is a fic and art exchange run through Ao3 to celebrate SPN dads. This exchange is NOT confined to men who are fathers in canon; characters who you want to see as a father, characters who are father figures, women who you think have “dad vibes”, etc are all acceptable, as long as the works created are focused on fathers or fatherhood in some way.

Links

Ao3 Collection Tagset Sign Up Form (will link when open)

Schedule

(All deadlines are by midnight UTC unless later specified otherwise)

March 22 - Tag Nominations Open

March 30 - Tag Nominations Close

April 1 - Sign Ups Open

April 14 - Sign Ups Close

April 21 - Assignments Sent Out

June 2 - Works Due

June 16 - Work Reveals

June 23 - Creator Reveals

Minimums

Fic must be 500 words minimum. Art must be a completed sketch.

Rules

1) YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER BY MARCH 22, 2024 TO PARTICIPATE. Anyone found breaking this rule will be banned from this exchange, all future iterations of it, and any other events that I run.

2) Be respectful of all other participants. If there are any issues, please contact me through the exchange Tumblr account or DM me on Discord and we will work together to solve it.

3) Respect Do Not Wants (DNWs) and use common sense – if someone requests fluff and doesn’t DNW torture, they probably still don’t want torture unless otherwise requested.

4) Your work must focus on fathers or fatherhood in some way (this rule is up to interpretation, as long as you create something your giftee will be happy with).

5) To request an extension, contact me on the exchange's Tumblr account or DM me on Discord. Include your Ao3 handle and how long of an extension you need. You don't need to give a reason or explanation, just a heads-up so that I don't give your assignment to someone else.

7) If you for some reason cannot complete your work, hit the "Default" button next to your assignment in your Ao3 "Assignments" page. No reason or explanation is necessary, but please do this sooner rather than later if you are sure that you will not be able to complete your creation.

More Info:

Tagset Nomination Guidelines FAQ (tba)

For updates, follow @spnfathersdayexchange or join my SPN Exchanges server!

Send any questions through asks or messages on this account or on Discord and I'll get back to you as soon as possible <;3

#spn father's day exchange #john winchester #dadstiel #dean and john #sam and john #lucifer and jack #supernatural events #i promise i won't tag spam for every update!!!!! i just want to get the word out #so so so nervous 🥺🥺

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paulimiel · 14 days

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ive been working hard on designing some merch lately and i wanted to post a little preview 👀👀 these will all be themed sticker packs with 6-8 character stickers each!!! i will have them available to buy online with other stuff ive been preparing soon i hope you look forward to it hehe

#otherside picnic #homestuck #higurashi #umineko #fatamoru #zero escape #im so nervous about opening a store but its been a dream of mine for so long.. 🥺

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willowser · 6 months

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now i wake up by your side—

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 2.8k+

tags: u.a. college au, canon-compliant, reader has a telekinesis/telepathic quirk, references (and potential spoilers) for the current arc in the manga, angst, a lot of secret hidden feelies

tysm to @alrightberries for giving me the opportunity to bring this lil thought of yours to life 🥺 your patience and understanding during the time it took me to write this is so appreciated it, and tbh you're the reason i'm even still here right now LOL you're so sweet, and i hold your kindness so close to my heart. i wish i could convey how much it means to me. i hope i did this even a lil justice !! happy birthday dear !!!! 🥺🩷✨️

Sero dreams of watching the sunrise on top of the Roppongi Observatory.

It’s a beautiful sight, one you’ve never seen with your own eyes, but you soak in the warmth flushing across his cheeks and the anticipated break of morning through the clouds. When he takes in a hefty breath, you feel the spring chill sting inside his chest, crisp and clear, like it’s you breathing instead of him, and it’s almost comforting enough to lull you to sleep, too.

But a clay pot shattering against a nearby bench has your eyes springing open, ripped from the haven you’d been lost to.

You have to blink several times in order to fight through the exhaustion wearing you thin, but the evening returns to you in small, bleary doses. It’s the middle of the night—or at least it was when you’d first wandered out to the training field, and you can’t be sure how many hours have passed since then. Across the yard, you’ve successfully managed to carry four pots from the garden plot near the entrance all the way to your feet with your Quirk— but number five sits in pieces in the grass.

You’ll have to clean that up by morning or Eraser will make you run laps until you puke. Again.

Kirishima flits through your mind in a suit and tie: not as a Hero, but a spy of some kind, chasing down men with masks covering their faces and wielding a gun that looks odd in his hands, even in his own dream. Despite being back in the dorms, stories up and near the end of the hall, you can see it—hear him yelling out at the criminal to stop, feel the thud of the ground under his feet. His own determination blares through you like a freight train, as strong and damning as he is, and you fight to force yourself back inside your own shoes as you try to carry another pot.

Recovery Girl used to tell you that you did this to yourself: all your worry about losing sleep psyching yourself out of it completely, chasing it away before it even had the chance. When everyone is getting ready for bed, heading out of the common room and hitting the showers, you can feel that suspense building; what will come across tonight while everyone dreams? Fantasies? Or nightmares?

During the day it’s easier to drown out the foot-traffic of everyone’s thoughts—you do it without trying, now—but your brain needs rest, too. Letting go of control for even a second, just to get some shut eye is—

Something frightening is outlined in your peripheral vision, the dash of a pale shape you aren’t able to discern before it’s gone. The air turns metallic and stale and you can hear water sloshing, though you’re nowhere near the pools. All your blood rushes in your ears and your fingers curl, like you’re gripping your seat—gripping the edge of the couch in the common room, where you’d been sitting beside Mina when Kaminari put on that horror movie. The one with the—

“The hell are you doin’?”

Your eyes snap open for the hundredth time that night—show over, credits rolling—and it’s Bakugou. Standing only feet away from the new set of clay shards of your failure, tangible and real and staring at you with an intensity not even your dreams could mimic.

You blink, eyes stinging and heavy. You must look insane. “Oh, hey,” the voice that comes out of you is far-away, chartered off to distant lands, and he notices immediately, focus razor-sharp despite how late it is. “What did you say?”

Bakugou wrinkles his nose, like he’s offended at having to repeat himself. “I said, what the hell are you doin’? It’s nearly 2 in the morning and you’re out here throwin’ shit around in your fuckin’ pajamas.”

Almost on cue, the breeze brushes past your legs, chilly enough to have you shivering, and you peek down at them as if you don’t know what they look like. The sweater you’re wearing is from second year and the U.A. logo is half-worn off, but it’s the comfiest thing you own and if you’re going to be plagued all night by the forced intimacy of your classmates’ dreams—you at least want to be cozy.

When you look back up at him, Bakugou is pointedly looking away, taking interest in something other than your wimpy state of dress.

It dawns on you then that he’s out here, too, in sweats and a simple back sweatshirt, hair a messy, golden halo in the pale, buzzing field lights. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think his face was a little rosy, but—maybe you’re seeing things.

Still. Being out and away from everyone, alone with Bakugou, makes your stomach tighten horribly. Like you’ve done too many sit-ups.

You try to brush off your sudden bout of shyness, because you know he’ll clock that in no time, too. “Well, I could ask you the same thing.” At the raise of your eyebrows, he only tchs, and casts you a filthy look. “But I think maybe I’ll just mind my own business.”

The face he makes is so awful and hot-blooded that you laugh, truly and earnestly, enough that a headache pulses to life. You wince, and the stream of pain that shoots down the middle of your skull brings back that image of Kirishima’s action-thriller: blood and knives, the sound of skin on skin, a fist against cheekbones, the ugly snap of breaking—

“Oi.”

Bakugou is closer than before, when you’re grounded back inside yourself. At least no pots have been broken this time. Less to clean up.

“Sorry,” you shoot him an apologetic smile that you know he must hate. “It’s just so—” your hand feels like it’s made of lead, but you drag it up to massage slow circles into your temple, trying not to grit your teeth and worsen the pounding in your head. “So loud sometimes.”

He’s silent until the pain ebbs out, and when you can blink without flinching, you peek up to catch how intently he’s watching your face. In the night like this, his eyelashes seem darker, longer, a kind of haunting beauty you would dream about, if you could get some sleep.

Again, you think of Kaminari’s horror movie, legs pressed against Mina’s under the heavy comforter she’d brought down from her room. It’s warm, the kind of pink, fluffy thing you’d imagine a girl like her to have—but it didn’t stop you from shivering every time you chanced a glance at Bakugou and found him already staring back.

The heat in your cheeks spreads to the back of your neck, so immediate that you think you might start sweating. “Dreams and stuff,” you murmur, by way of an explanation, “nightmares, sometimes.”

Bakugou's frown deepens, the muscle in his jaw tightening once as he grits his teeth. “What, you can just…hear that shit all night?”

“Usually,” you shrug, “It just comes in, you know? And I—” you steal another glance at him, aware, then, of just how intrusive you might sound. The veil of privacy is thin between you and others, and they don't often like being reminded of that. “Not for you, though. I don't—I don't get anything from you.”

And it's true, frustratingly enough. Not that you are ever intentionally peeking into anyone's head, but things slip through, occasionally—sudden reactions, wild, loose trains of thought.

Bakugou's face twists, regardless, and you're reminded of all the times you've been forced to spar together, at Eraser's behest. One of the smartest in your class, quick on his feet and never without a plan; every time you've managed to get a hand on Bakugou, there's been nothing but a sea-shore calm.

It's hard to do and, at this point in your life, you've seen a thousand people try it—but he's the only one that's ever succeeded in keeping you at bay.

Nothing in his expression changes, but all your nerves spread to your voice until it shakes. “You're—I don't look in there, of course, but it's—you've always been…” Bakugou is terrible at taking compliments, you know that, almost as bad as you are at giving them. “Pretty, I guess.”

Awful, at giving them.

Embarrassment floods him, suddenly stained pink as he curls into himself. “Piss off,” he barks, and though he’s scowling at you in what must be disgust—you can’t help but to smile at how aggressively bashful he is.

You almost get the guts to make matters worse, just because you can. Admit how handsome you’ve come to find him, after the last few years, until his face is steaming in the sweet nighttime chill; the kind of intimacy you wouldn’t mind dreaming about again and again.

The absence of his thoughts are a comfort for your tired mind, has all the harsh edges of night fading into something a little easier to swallow, to breathe in. You know he does it on purpose as a strictly defensive move, but you almost want to thank him. For the quiet.

You don’t know if it’s from you or him, but when you reach a hand up to hover near his temple, the air buzzes between you, gently. Charged with that same thing that had you unable to look away from him in the common room only days ago. “In here, I mean,” you murmur, and the smile you pull on feels lame, but it’s as genuine as ever. “I don’t know, I don’t know how you do it. But it’s…nice.”

You’ve seen him die a thousand times.

Mostly in Midoriya’s dreams, sometimes in Eraser’s when he nods off during last period, but that horror—like many others, from that day—stains you all. When dinner is put away and showers are finished and the lights go out and the flood gates open, someone almost always relives the ugliness of it all; you’re more familiar with that moment than you are with any of your own.

Here and now, you close your eyes and see Jirou staring back at you, face beautiful and full of hope. You see Kirishima’s torn suit jacket and the blood on his cheek and the empty gun in his hand, the most dedicated secret agent. Aoyama is dreaming of his mother, something warm that makes you feel like you’re dazzling, too.

And yet—Bakugou is silent. Even right in front of you. Even after everything.

If anyone deserves the peace and quiet, you suppose it ought to be him.

“When’s the last time you got any sleep?”

You blink until his blurry figure is clear, and it’s like you can physically feel whatever energy you had left seeping from your body at the mere mention of sleep. “Maybe a morning or two ago,” you tell him truthfully, “I usually pass out after a few rounds of ‘throwin’ shit around’.”

Bakugou only stares at you as he digests the words, and once he’s gotten them down, he shakes his head before looking out over the mess you’ve made of the training field. With his head turned like this, you can take in the full weight of his scar—the one that’s wide and still baby-pink across his cheek.

You almost get the guts to tell him he’s handsome. Almost.

Frustration is evident on his face when he looks back at you, but his voice comes out softer than you expect, like he's struggling to get out any words at all. “Can’t keep doin’ this,” he chastises. “Can’t be a Hero if you’re half asleep all the time. Gotta figure this shit out.”

“I am,” you give a lazy wave to your pots, “What’s wrong with this solution?”

“It's ass.”

“Alright, you have any better ideas, pretty boy?”

He bristles, visibly enough to have you snickering, and—you’re not sure what you expect of him; to continue his griping or leave you to your own devices, building his walls up high as he always does. Ever the fighter, ever the protector; maybe it’s a good thing, you tell yourself, because you’re weak like this and one of you needs to be thinking straight.

Despite his flush, there’s a playfulness to his grouchy expression, his raspy tone—and it has you leaning too far into things you don’t know how to name.

You never know what to expect of him.

There’s the slightest brush of skin against the back of your hand, and when you drop your eyes to the slowly-dwindling space between you—the rough pads of his fingers are touching you, gently. Softly enough to be the breeze, if it weren’t so warm.

You’re afraid to look at him, suddenly, like it will break whatever spell the night is casting over both of you; instead you press your lips together to stop their wobbling and the smile fighting to give you away. You’re waiting for that sea-shore calm, that quiet comfort, whatever it is he’s trying to offer you, strangely enough, in this moment. When you turn your hand over to catch his, the air buzzes again and the blood rushes in your ears.

You focus and—all you can see is your own face staring back at you. In a flash, like he’s cycling through his cards in a hurry, trying to find the best one.

You, across the arena during the entrance exam. You, in the locker room before the Sport's Festival. You, sitting in the common room during Christmas. You, ruined with tears and your own blood and covered in grime, on the darkest day of your life.

You, now. On the field in the stale light, prettier than you think you must look, for being so exhausted, the lines of your smile deep as you grin up at him.

—And then there's nothing.

The absence of noise is louder than anything. A stark, white silence that cuts through; a different world trickling away. A single touch and a little focus is all it takes to take root inside someone’s head and that’s always felt like a weapon, but now it feels like coming inside from a snowstorm, relief shuddering down your spine. Everyone else's fears and nerves and heartaches dissolve until they’re only a bitter taste at the back of your throat. Something far, far behind you

There’s just Bakugou. A strong silence that feels impenetrable, invulnerable to the outside. The steady beat of his heart is comforting in a way you didn’t realize it would be, has that bloody, dead-eyed image of him shifting into something else: another moment in Midoriya’s memories, of his silhouette standing in the sun, tall and fierce and alive.

Returned. Here and now with you, after numerous, unforeseen turns of events. You wonder if the ease surrounding you is his own, something else he’s sharing—or if this is just how it feels to be with him after so long. Maybe in the past it was different—you know it was; during the entrance exam, during the Sport’s Festival—but now you feel more relaxed than you ever have. A reminder that, no matter how dark the nights get, the sun is only just beyond the horizon.

Returned, comforting and quiet.

(You won't know this until much later, but your hand will go slack in Katsuki's and his fingers will tighten around your own because he's not ready to let go yet. When your knees buckle, he'll already be there, awkwardly holding you up against his shoulder as his face flames and his eyes dart around the empty field, checking for any shitty snoops.

Ears is always up damn late, too, and there's a decent chance he'd get caught trying to haul you back to your room on the third fuckin’ floor, so there's really no better option than to gently lower you both to the grass. After a couple of minutes with no movement, the field lights will shut off and only the distant glow of the stars will remain.)

(You won't know this until much later, but Katsuki will arrange the both of you so that your head isn't slumped on the hard ground, but resting on the plush of his bicep, an arm around your shoulders so that the warmth can be shared between you both. His heart will pound hard enough in his chest to be worrisome, and every time you shuffle and scoot closer to him and nudge your nose into his sweater—Katsuki will fight to stay open and true, only honest with you in this wordless way.)

(You won't know this until the sun rises high behind your lids and your bones ache and he’s shown you things he could never say, but it's the best sleep you think you've ever gotten. With him, under the stars, surrounded by his calm and his constant.)

(You won't remember this but in your dream—your real dream, born from with solace Katsuki offers you—the morning will rise and settle in and he'll walk you back to your room despite the stares and in the elevator when you're alone, his lips will touch yours and you'll feel his heart in your chest and his nerves in your stomach and his fear and relief all in one.)

(And right away, when you wake up, you'll finally have a name for this thing that's been blooming between you both for as long as you can remember—and he will, too.)

#i was so nervous about getting the quirk right kahfkahf #and then i was so nervous about it being fluffy enough bc the first draft of this was too angsty ??#SO I REWROTE IT LOL #i hope this is okay !! 🥺#i love the idea of bakugou being able to express how he feels in emotion only #that the fear he doesn't know how to name or how to explain or understand is conveyed to you somehow #whenever he touches you #🥺#tysm for giving me the chance to write it !!!#literally no but seriously you're the only reason i haven't privated this blog again LMAOOO tysm 🥺#✿ willow writes #✿ one shot: bakugou

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dreamingticklee · 1 month

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i cant read

soooo this is my first time posting anything like this 🫣 but here’s a short lil snippet of me being rudely tickled by my boyfriend while he was making me read but the catch was that he would only tickle me while i was actively reading agdjsgsjdhd i tried my best 🙈

(also he forgot the dr seuss books he was gonna bring so we went with the next best goofy thing on his ipad aka “the holy bible but gayer” lmaoo)

#HALP agsjsgsjd im so nervous #pls be nice 🥺#sir made me *suffer*#my tickle audio

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heyitsmelouiss · 11 months

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My favorite part of Jacob on “keep it”

Talking about his partner in crime Sam and the hair on the show

Source: https://youtu.be/PaxERFovtwU

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#he was so nervous during this 🥺#Sweet Angel baby #interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #jacob anderson #sam reid #lestat de lioncourt #iwtv series #bailey bass #loustat #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv #Youtube

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hwaitham · 1 month

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𝒜𝒦𝒜𝒟𝐸𝑀𝐼𝒴𝒜 𝒫𝒰𝐵𝐿𝐼𝒞 𝑀𝐸𝒮𝒮𝒜𝒢𝐸 𝐵𝒪𝒜𝑅𝒟

𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒: URGENT NOTICE! is there any way to contact the scribe outside of his office hours? these ordinances have been decreed for immediate legislation by the grand sage and they aren't going to write themselves! 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒: he’s rarely present even during the work day, and now you expect to reach him outside of it? good luck. 𝓪: i take it you haven’t seen the notice posted outside my office. from tomorrow onwards, i’ll be away on marriage leave for the next two weeks. please leave all relevant files with my secretary, and i’ll review them upon my return. 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒: what?! marriage leave?! for you, of all people?? who in their right mind would… 𝓬: me!! i, in my right mind would... don’t be so rude!! >:(

this is what the world calls 𝓗𝓐𝓘𝓒𝓞 . . .

. . . the most sugar-hearted love to ever .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚 — he is her moonflower, her heaven on earth, her sweetest sound of reason && she is his bambi, his little angel, the sunspot in the corner of his mind. more often than not, it's verbalised as:

“ i missed you a whole bunch today, haithie. ” ﾉ “ yeah? you say that every day, sweetheart. ”

“baby, can you pretty please pass me a mug? ” ﾉ “ didn't i tell you to not call me that? don't forget that you're the one who's my baby. ”

𝜗𝜚 — the ingredients of their love concocted into a potion . . . chai and oud, white chocolate and cinnamon, kisses that melt like butter on bread, little love notes scribbled in the margins of his tomes, snoozing together under sun - warmed sheets, fairytales and innocent whimsies, tender caresses and longing glances that speak the sweetest of confessions in its silence, her attached to his hip like honey clinging to fingertips, a moth to a bedside lamp. the whirling ways of stars that pass in eyes, the most profound feeling of peace he's ever known in her smile.

for her . . . ◝♪ 𝓫𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𓂃 ♬ laufey “ you're not even gone, i already miss you. what's going on? i've never been through this all-consuming, fire fuming, cursing at the moon and losing. ”

for him . . . ◝♪ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𓂃 ♬ MINNIE “ don't pretend like you don't know, i know how you feel. don't pretend, you know it's love. you're so shy, you're too shy, let's not waste any more time. ”

for them . . . ◝♪ 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓪𝓴𝓲 𝓯𝓾𝔂𝓾 𓂃 ♬ ichiko aoba “ all the days and months to come shall exist as offerings to you. ”

#૮ ๑´ `๑ ྀིა ⌒ 𝓗𝓐𝓘𝓒𝓞 ⑅˚˖ ݁ ˓#did u kno i wubwubwubwubbb him 🥺 . . well . . . if it wasn't obvi before i hope it is now WAAH !#i hv been meaning to make a selfship post for him for ages but i wntd it to hv something special . .#n den i got inspired by the sumeru message boards ! ! ^__^ i like to thimk the way word gets out about haithie n i being in a relationship #is through there . . . kekek :3 #anywhosies . . £]€]*]>|{‘*]>\>\*\£\\^_!\¥|+~€{€ i had so much fun making dis but ! !#i feel so nervous posting so pweaseee jus’ dont say anything mean :C ! !

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birdietrait · 11 months

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✿ SIM DUMP - 1.2k FOLLOWERS GIFT ✿

download here (simfileshare // 415.7 MB)

or download here (google drive)

If you have any issues with the download, please don’t hesitate to send an ask!!

Feel free to change makeup, hair, clothing, names, traits, etc. but please don’t change their skin tone, facial features or body shape!

Also, Ronen is a trans man, so please don't remove his top surgery scars or remove his identity in any other way <3

Only one everyday outfit for each

Included likes + dislikes (but feel free to change them!)

I included all of the cc and sliders/presets! All credit goes to the amazing creators <3

I use the ea eyelashes remover mod and the more traits in cas mod, so please keep that in mind!

I would love to see them in your game, so feel free to tag me if you want to (but you don’t have to!) <33

#ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 download #sim dump #sim download #simblr #idk why i get so nervous to post these lol #thank you so so so much for 1.2k 🥺 ily

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 6 months

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I love yours and @cevansbaby-dove blogs ❤️ and I was wondering if you know others like you guys, possibly Chris's fangirls/fanboys 😁

Oh, N🫶nnie, have I got a list for you~!!!

Let's start!

My Personal Fave Blogs that are like mine (in the sense that we have our own thing outside of debunking and hating on the PR Bullshit):

@musingsfromthemitten

@readingislife

@anneslibrary

@annislittleshopofhorrors

@majaloveschris

@nothingtoseehereandthere

@georgiapeach30513

@allycat75

@rogersstorm2005

@captregina

@blea74

We each have a variety of posts about different things (some including fics and really cool fan posts, as well as stuff pertaining to our personalities), but I mostly gravitated towards them because they've helped me see the whole picture. 🥰

My Favorite Chris Evans Appreciation Blogs:

@darkdazekid

@citronbun

@royalwriteroftheuniverse / @royalwritersoftheuniverses

@welp-heregoessomething

They seriously are some of the best at just appreciating Chris for the work he does, and the thirsty content he gives us fans 🤭

And My Partners in Crime, so to speak:

@ashadowofburnedoutstardust

@innersublimefury

👸

They are some of the best people on here, and we've actually became a trio. They have my back, and I have theirs, especially when we deal with what Team Real does to try and tear our side apart. We're also connected to and by the debunkers and PR Bullshit (I'm not going to reveal 👸's identity because she doesn't like the conflict. It's kinda cool for the both of us. She's basically Nat 😆)

And even though I basically categorized them all, they're all awesome blogs that deserve every like, interaction, and fan discussion that gets sent. So please send them all the love, and tea if you have them, it'll be greatly appreciated.

#An🫶n asks #booky reacts #booky answers #chris evans fandom #GOD I HAVE A FEELING SOME OF THEM MIGHT HATE ME FOR THIS😆#LOVE YOU GUYS!!!#please take this as a compliment 🥺#God I'm so nervous about this😅#help #this also became kind of a blogs appreciation post #❤️🥰#blog appreciation #i also seriously forgot that this you basically told me that I'm awesome 😆#Thank you An🫶n😁

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54625 · 2 months

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It's so fuckin cool to see people speaking so many different languages in the QSMP tag, even ones that aren't spoken on the server, like Ukrainian and Arabic.

No se mucho español pero lo intentaré lo mejor que pueda para hoy. No será bueno

#qsmp #if i can be honest I've always been nervous to try speaking a new language because I don't want to get things wrong #especially on the internet #there are so many people who can correct you on the internet #I don't want to embarrass myself in front of the cool native speakers 🥺#pero #hoy seré perdonado #por mi muy mal español

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