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lordiavoloremade · 3 years

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link / 21 / white / lesbian / genderfluid (she/he) / fat / infp / chaotic good / 4w5 | adhd | ocd | bpd

hi hi! i’m link and welcome to my blog, before we go any further,

this blog is 18+ only! minors may like/rb my sfw posts but please do not follow me. irls dont follow or lurk here, youre breaking my boundaries and i will call you out for this.

i don’t have a dni outside of that, but heres some of my beliefs. you can follow me or block me to your delight: pro blm+acab, pro “blackwashing”, anti transmed/truscum, anti minor+adult ships, anti demonc*st/inc*st shipping, anti nsfw real person fanfic/art + nsfw real person roleplay, anti lewding minors, ace/aro/bi/pan inclusionist, pro otherkin/doubles, pro selfship, believes “bad” media isnt real (not that media cant/doesnt affect reality or have flaws that should be discussed, but that there isnt media that enjoying makes you complacent in those flaws)

this blog no longer posts true nsfw content but will contain suggestive jokes and humor. prior tags to blacklist are #lemonade and #suggestive / my personal tag #go forward link sometimes contains triggering vents, so blacklist that if thats a problem for you.

i am very sexy and very evil and very ugly so if that interests you hmu. im very cringe snd post a lot bcuz im disabled and cant work ! i know i come off as mean but i prommy i am not really </3 if u need somethin tagged or if i did something wrong pls lmk through an ask or dm! i try to be transparent w my past and my mental illness and this blog contains a lot of that. i believe that anyone can rectify their mistakes if they put in the effort. n if that bothers you dont follow me! tag me in my f/os, stars, anything lilac, blue/gold combos, and goth / vintage stuff to gain one (1) heart. oh also i have a vendetta against twitter users 💀.

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ethvn-torchio · 3 years

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Walls Could Talk | Chapter Two

a/n: sorry this chapter took so long! writer’s block is a bitch 😩✌

Summary: Steve and Peggy's search brings them to Paris - where they happen to meet up with an old friend.

Warnings: an intense makeout session/implied sexual content (it’s not smut, i haven’t decided if I’m putting actual smut in this fic)

Wordcount: 1.5k (unedited, also I'm sorry it's so short 🙃)

AO3 | prev chapter | next chapter (coming soon!)

ᴏᴄᴛ 𝟸𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟿

ᴏxғᴏʀᴅ, ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ

Steve wakes up in a cold sweat, bolting upright in bed. Was he still dreaming? Was this...was this real?

He gazes at Peggy - to make sure she was there, that all of this wasn't a mere fantasy, who begins to stir.

So, not a dream then, at least. His heart is racing, his mind buzzing and yet still confused and his breathing erratic. She's speaking to him, saying something, and he isn't quite listening, his heart thundering his ears. Adrenaline surges through his veins.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Peg. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispers. His pulse was still racing.

Lightning illuminates the room for a split second and he can see the sympathy in her eyes.

"It's quite alright, Darling. Will you tell me what's wrong?" She asks, trailing her fingers through his hair.

"I...I don't- I don't remember much," he admits. "It was just...some stuff from the past...or, future..." he could almost laugh at that if he was in a better mood.

She nods sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He drinks in her appearance, nodding slightly. He presses his lips against hers softly.

He kisses her, gently and imploringly at first.

His one hand softly trails down her back, and he notices her sharp intake of breath when his hand ghosts over her lower back.

"This hurt?" he asks.

She nods stiffly. "I do believe I forgot to tell you with everything that happened tonight. I had a bit of a scuffle in the restroom with a Hydra agent. She slammed me against the sink," Peggy explains.

An idea forms in Steve's head; a single minded goal to make her forget.

He would make the only thing on her mind be him.

Wordlessly, he smiles and dips his head towards her neck, brushing his lips against it. His teeth graze against a sensitive spot on her neck and she makes a soft "Oh,"

His hands go to rest against either of her thighs. He pulls back, pupils blown.

“Steve,” she whispers. She lifts her hips in a silent invitation.

He leans down to kiss her, his lips against hers, and she's already breathless. He doesn't want to rush things, but he can't resist her.

Her hand slides down his back, and she lets out a soft moan against his mouth. His hands trail up her shirt, he can feel the goosebumps on her skin. He kisses her neck, and she can feel his hot breath against her skin.

"God, you're so beautiful. I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too," she replies.

He pulls her in for a desperate kiss once again, pulling her close.

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The rain came and went, and with it sunshine followed.

“Peggy. Peggy, wake up,” is the first thing Peggy is greeted with in the morning.

Peggy groans, rolling over in an effort to ignore him. “No, not now,” she mutters, burying her face in the pillow.

Peggy feels weight on the bed as Steve sits down next to her. She tries in vain to ignore him.

"Oh, c'mon now, Peg. It's a new day, it's time to get up," he says.

“You are far too cheerful considering how early it is,” Peggy complains, shielding her eyes from the light pouring in from the blinds.

“...Peggy, it’s eleven in the morning.”

Peggy groans, glancing at the clock as if to make sure he’s right. “Point withstanding, you’re still too cheerful.”

“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Steve teases, narrowly missing a pillow flung haphazardly at him.

“Do shut up, Steve.”

He snickers.

Peggy yawns, stretching her sleep-infused joints. "Where are we going, again?"

"Word is our target's in Paris,” Steve replies. “Or at the very least, someone important is.”

Peggy hums, sitting up. The blanket wrapped around her falls off, revealing her bruised back.

"Jesus, Peg. Have you seen your back? That looks like it hurts," Steve notes.

"Yes, thank you for that insightful observation."

"I just mean- do you want ice or something?"

Peggy shrugs nonchalantly. "It doesn’t quite hurt. I can deal with it, I’ve faced worse."

“To be fair, you are the woman who fell asleep standing up in a trench.”

“Exactly,” Peggy winks. She stands up, beginning to sift through her suitcase. “So tell me, Steve. When’s our train leaving?”

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ᴘᴀʀɪs, ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

A few hours later, they arrive at their dingy, rundown hotel just outside of Paris. The lobby smells like bleach and old carpet, and a radio plays a somber, mellow jazz tune.

Peggy clears her throat, waiting for the receptionist to acknowledge them.

The receptionist does not, however, care to notice.

“Can we have a room, please?” Peggy asks the woman at the front desk.

The woman hardly looks up from her magazine. “Name?”

“Carver,” Peggy answers automatically before Steve can.

The receptionist takes a long, seemingly never ending sip of her tea. Finally, she says. “Take the elevator to the third room, first one on the left. Here’s your key,” the woman says, sounding as disinterested as she possibly can. “Enjoy your stay,” she adds dryly.

Peggy eyes her warily. There was something a bit...off, about that woman.

Perhaps it was just her imagination.

They make their way to the elevator, and Steve finally breaks the silence. “So...is it just me or was there something weird about her? I mean, she could’ve just been a disgruntled employee, but…” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck.

Peggy hums. “No, I happen to agree. Though, perhaps we were just inconveniencing her by making her do her job.”

The smile fades from her face. “Stop,” Peggy whispers. She tilts her head toward the door, which was ajar. She clutches her gun in her purse.

Steve snorts. “Maybe,”

She laughs right along with him, but she pauses abruptly outside their door.

It could be the maid...but they haven’t even gotten into the room once.

Silently, the two stalk toward the door. The smell of smoke escapes from the room when Steve nudges the door open.

Which, in both of their experiences, usually did not happen to be a good thing.

In the chair in the corner, there sat...

Howard Stark.

A collective groan escapes the couple.

“Howard, must you break into our hotel room?” Peggy scolds, turning on the light.

“We thought you were an intruder.” Steve adds.

Howard smirks, taking a long drag of his cigar. “Technically, I am. But don’t you kids worry - I bring a peace offering. By peace offering, I mean I’m inviting you to stay in my Paris apartment instead of this dump,” Howard gestures loosely. “I mean, I don’t think this building even has heat.”

Steve shrugs. “Wouldn’t it be better to stay somewhere inconspicuous?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Peggy agrees, her arms crossed.

Howard sniffs. “Okay, fine, don’t accept my extremely generous offer to let you stay at my apartment. I know when I’m not wanted. Just know I’ll remember that in the summer when you want to come over because I have air conditioning and you don’t.”

Peggy rolls her eyes. “Quit the melodramatics, Howard. We’ll stay with you,”

Steve wraps an arm around her. “Yeah, we- wait, we will?”

“...What? This building doesn’t have heat, and quite frankly I enjoy summer visits to Howard’s house.”

“Attagirl, Peg.” Howard beams. “I’ll meet you two in the lobby,”

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Later, the trio eats lunch at Howard’s apartment.

"-you are not funny, Howard." Peggy informs him, pointing at him with her fork. "You could've at least feigned innocence."

"Innocent? If you looked up "innocent' in the dictionary, you'd see my picture on it," Howard says defensively.

Peggy snorts at that. "Oh, please, Howard. With your history you could easily father a small country,"

Howard grimaces. "Eugh, kids hate me. Plus, who has time to tend to a baby all the time? I mean sure, kids probably aren't annoying when they're...late teenagers? But for most of their lives, kids just seem so clingy and needy."

Steve picks at his plate absentmindedly, reminded of a conversation he had with Tony.

"Clearly, you must've met a different version of my father. He was cold. He was calculating. He never told me he loved me, he never even told me he liked me."

The sound of Peggy’s voice brings him back to reality. "...That's because they're children, Howard. Babies aren't self-sufficient from birth. Do you expect them to come out of the womb ready for rocket science?"

"Well, thank you for absolutely shattering my argument, Agent Carter." Howard mutters, downing his coffee. Deciding to change the subject in order to deflect attention off of himself, he says, "Steve, you still with us?"

Steve snaps to attention. "I, uh, yeah. I was just daydreaming, I guess."

Peggy makes a mental note to ask Steve about that later.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Howard asks.

Steve shrugs noncommittally, continuing to eat with much less gusto than before. "Just thinking about our mission,”

Peggy eyes him carefully, choosing to say nothing but clearly knowing something was wrong. In due time, she would ask.

In due time hopefully meant whenever Howard left the room.

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lmao so like i was listening to a bunch of james bond songs bc they’re dramatic and spy-ey right (cough cough tho a song that fits the general tone of the fic would be "the world is not enough" by garbage)?? and then there’s absolutely none of that in this chapter lmao. sorry if this chapter was boring compared to last one but i mean we can’t have constant action in the fic, silly goose.

also can we talk about how it took me like 8 DAYS TO WRITE THIS and it’s this short i’m sorry ajsjdfkgjjklk 😶✌

taglist (dm me if you’d like to be added!):

everything taglist: @return-of-the-simp @thereblogcrusader @stillmourningtonystark

walls could talk taglist: @deedepee @rizwritesfandom (extra thanks to riz for helping me when i was struggling with being descriptive u a real one) @mcu-academy

If you enjoyed, please rb/leave a comment! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

#steggy fanfiction #jo's writing #steggy #steve rogers #peggy carter #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #peggy carter fanfiction #walls could talk #I'm sorry like this chapter lowkey kinda sucked and akdhdkhdjsj

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madd-information · 5 years

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Hi, I just found out that there is an entire community for maladaptive daydreamers here and it’s so relieving.!! Bc I feel less alone. I just created a blog to rb and interact with everyone but I’m not sure how the community works at all. Like the tags, and the names used like paras and so. Could u give me an explanation how things work around here? Like things I should keep in mind and how to inset myself in the community:) thank u so much by the way

I’ll do my best!

@babydollsmadd has a good list of MD tags HERE. Avoid using #MDD, that’s the major depressive community and were well established before we ever showed up. If you want your posts to be seen you should always use tags, people often search specific tags rather than rely on their home feed to show them what’s new in the community. #actuallymadd and #maladaptive daydreaming seem to be the most active.

I have a post detailing some of the common terms HERE and many other blogs have their own glossaries, HERE’S one by @chaosdreamchronicles.

Overall the MD community is very welcoming. You’ll see a mix of posts, some focus on positivity, some are vent posts, some informative, some detail their struggle or treatment and some focus on creativity by posting art of their characters/paras and some offer their blog space as an anonymous outlet for others.

You will come across some blogs that dislike their posts being shared outside of the MD community, they will usually announce this in the post in some way using a banner or the tagging system; read the tags of posts, they very often add supplemental information or context about what you’re reading. If there are no tags keep in mind it may be a post they did not intend to reach any further than their followers and reconsider if it’s appropriate to reblog.

Read bios and descriptions, people will often detail who they a comfortable interacting with. Things like not being comfortable interacting with bloggers of a certain age or blogs who often post material they are not comfortable seeing on their feed.

People also appreciate trigger warnings if you’re going to be posting material that may warrant one. I’m really not the best person to ask about Tumblr etiquette when it comes to this topic though, being what I am I almost never use trigger warnings. Followers might request that you tag certain material, some might even ask you if there’s anything they should tag, how you handle it is up to you, sometimes people may have to block you for their own mental health, sometimes you may have to block others, it’s just what needs to be done sometimes and there’s no shame in it.

As far as following/interacting, here’s what I’ve done; I like and reblog a lot of posts, anything that seems relevant to the direction of my blog. I reply to whatever I am able to and I ask my followers to weigh in with their experiences and opinions. And I follow a lot of people. I follow back anyone who follows me but when I’m following someone cold I check their blog and only hit that button if MD is specifically mentioned in their name, description or bio or if they have specifically reblogged a post titled something like “reblog if you’re a madd blog” (I don’t want to accidentally ‘out’ anyone). On a side note, try not to get too upset if someone asks you to unfollow them, I’m a little lax with my follows and people have to DM me to unfollow them sometimes when I’ve hit that button blind. It happens and it’s not personal.

And I use asks! A lot. Ah, I see a few followers out there thinking “hmm, do you? I’ve never gotten an ask from madd-information”. Yes, you probably have. Asks are wonderful because you and click the little anonymous button and no one will know who sent it. I don’t have a personal blog so when I feel like sharing those things I do it anonymously through other blogs. And sometimes I just send fan mail, don’t be afraid to show support or appreciation for a blog you’ve been stalking, asks are almost always welcome in our tightknit little community.

Submissions are a little different, not everyone will have button turned on and they can be used in a few different ways. You can use them to create content somewhere when it’s not particularly relevant to your own blog, particularly for blogs more focused on curating content for the community rather than chronicling the experiences of the blog owner, like a few of the ones linked above. And on some blogs you can use them to advertise, I’ll let those people make themselves known in the notes.

My blog is one of those you can advertise on; If you have links to an MD resources or information you can use the submissions button to write your own post about it and have it shared here, which can be helpful for smaller blogs who may not otherwise be seen very widely. I’ll approve requests for MD information as well, you may need the aid of the wider community rather than just me and can use submissions for that rather than asks. If you want to plug your MD community, Youtube channel, website or art, I also approve those or, as the case is here, if you’re a new blog you can also submit an introduction post and pick up a few followers that way. I do reblog introduction posts when I see them, but I don’t always see them and this can help if you’re one who fell through the cracks.

As wonderful as this community is we do disagree and argue. The content reflected here may not always be what you need. You may be using creativity and positivity to cope with your MD and find vent posts pull you down to a dark unhelpful place. You may be someone who needs to vent and distance yourself from daydream content and find posts with a more positive spin enable problematic behavior in you. Sometimes we get frustrated and lash out at one another. It’s important to remember that we are a community of all different ages, sexes, nationalities, genders, cultures, socio-economic status’ etc and within that we are a community of people with very different experiences of MD, different in the severity, different in the causes and different in our approaches to dealing with it. Be considerate, try to forgive, everyone here is your future best friend and we’re very glad you found us.

#maladaptive daydreaming #actuallymadd

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