#word for word

[peachsayshi]

BOOST

@hajunzi has stolen and plagiarized my original work for my playboy geto x reader series which was originally posted in 2022. 

I don’t appreciate you stealing my work word for word and claiming it as your own, nor do I appreciate you lying by saying that it’s based on a true story of you and your ex boyfriend. It’s laughable, honestly and deeply sad that you would do this to another creator. I ask that you delete this piece as it is not your original work.

#boost please #I'm really not a call out person but I honestly don't know what to do #I have zero tolerance for my work being stolen #WORD FOR WORD

[jjoneechan]

Game night at the DTeam household

Quoted DIRECTLY from my brother and his best friend while playing Catan

#artists on tumblr #do not repost/steal #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #dreamfanart #Literally happened #word for word #I was a hecc of a third wheel LMAO #THE CHOMP #THE LIFT #THE WADDLE #WOMP WOMP #dteam fanart #dteam #silly bois #SAPNAP IS INCREDIBLY FERAL

[squash1]

kavinsky “is it me, or are we BEST friends??”

ronan “i’m definitely Your best friend. and that’s great for you <3”

#word for word #ronan lynch #joseph kavinsky #trc #adam parrish #the raven cycle #blue sargent #richard campbell gansey iii #pynch #adam and ronan #the raven boys #blue lily lily blue #gangsey #the gangsey #henry cheng #noah czerny #mine

[emry-stars-art]

✨woah✨

There’s some product-specific info at my ko-fi commissions page, although you don’t have to order through kofi! Link to that is here 🥰

GENERAL TERMS HERE!

#so yeah slide into my DMs with ‘here’s my funky lil guy please draw her with x character’ #word for word #and as long as it’s characters/content I’m chill with drawing #i will #no questions asked babe #so you might as well ask #💕 peace and love #not art sorry guys #commissions #commission sheet #running shop

[couldcarefewer]

i can't make .gifs to effectively illustrate my point but

First responder to young Shaw in the car wreck in 1993: "Hang on, kiddo; I'm coming to you, okay?"

Shaw talking on the phone to a kidnapped Gen in 2013: "Hang on, kiddo. I'm coming for you."

First responder about to pull young Shaw out of the car wreck in 1993: "Ready to get out of here?"

Shaw as she undoes Gen's restraints after killing her kidnappers in 2013: "You ready to get out of here?"

GESTURES BROADLY

DO YOU SEE

#sameen shaw #genrika zhirova #person of interest #that interaction with the EMT clearly meant so much to her #she doesn't understand or process emotions well #but she learned from him the kinds of things you should say to a child who's in trouble #and she remembered that conversation with him well enough to repeat the things he said to her to another kid #word for word #twenty whole-ass years later #i firmly believe that that childhood experience is what made her choose to go to med school and specialize in emergency medicine

[will-graham-my-beloved]

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal textpost #jack crawford #this is literally just the scene #word for word

[musette22]

can i have a soft bucky-supporting-steve headcanon? ive had a tough couple weeks and today is no different (mad at everything, head hurts, waiting for the police to call me because i lost my wallet yesterday, my self-loathing is screaming right now, etc)

thanks. sorry. but thanks.

Hey, lovely! ❤️ I’m so sorry to hear you’ve been having such a rough time lately, that sounds like a lot. I hope things get better for you soon, and in the meantime, have this.

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When Bucky came back, after he’d figured things out enough to be able to justify it to himself to come back to Steve, he noticed that Steve didn’t seem to draw much these days. Didn’t draw anymore at all. At first, Bucky thought that maybe Steve was just preoccupied. Too busy, too distracted, which would’ve been understandable, given everything they’d both been through recently.

But then, Bucky started to notice moments when Steve would get that expression on his face that meant he’d seen something particularly interesting or captivating, something he was itching to commit to paper (more than once, Bucky found that look directed at himself). The expression was usually accompanied by a twitch of Steve’s fingers, an unconscious spasm of his hand, as if he was reaching for a pencil that wasn’t there. The next time Steve was away on a mission, Bucky searched the entire house from top to bottom, but apart from a few ballpoint pens and the notebook they used to make their grocery lists, he’d found no art paraphernalia whatsoever. Nothing to indicate that Steve still drew, or had drawn anytime in the recent past.

That's not right, Bucky thought, frowning to himself.

He may not remember everything, but he sure as hell remembered the way their old tenement apartment had always been littered with sketchbooks and pencils, strewn around the living room and bedroom, even the bathroom on occasion. He remembered Steve’s hands, perpetually stained by charcoal, the smudges of paint on his cheeks. There were no stains or smudges on Steve anywhere, these days. Bucky would know. He'd checked. Thoroughly.

When Bucky had asked Steve about it the following night, Steve confirmed Bucky’s suspicions: he hadn't drawn in a long, long time.

“Why not?” Bucky had asked.

Steve had shrugged, looking down at his hands. “I stopped, after you- after you fell.” He swallowed, giving a single shake of his head. “I tried, later. God, I must've picked up my pencil a dozen times. But whenever I started drawing, no matter what I did, I’d always end up sketching your face. It just hurt too much. So I stopped.”

Bucky had held him for a long time, after that. Sitting side by side on the couch, just letting Steve lean into him, ear resting on Bucky’s chest, over his heart.

“I’m back now,” Bucky had said, after a while.

“You are,” Steve replied, his voice thick with suppressed emotion.

“So don’t you think it might be time you started drawing again? You used to love it, Stevie. I remember. I remember I used to love watching you.”

“I don’t know if I still can.”

Steve had sounded so lost, right then. So forlorn. Not for the first time, it had made Bucky want to fall to his knees and thank whoever was up there for allowing him to return to this man in his arms, to be here for Steve again, after everything. Steve had his team now, sure, but they didn’t know him like Bucky did. They didn’t always didn't notice when Steve's steady, solid exterior started to show cracks, or how to fix them. They didn't know how absorbed Steve used to get in his art, how it had brought color to his usually pale cheeks, allowed him to quieten his mind and shake off the worries that incessantly plagued him, even if only for a little while.

If Bucky hadn’t come back, would no one ever have remembered any of that? The thought alone was enough to break Bucky’s heart.

When Steve had told him that he wasn’t sure if he could still draw, Bucky had ached to tell him that he could do everything he set his mind to. He was ready to list every single thing Steve had achieved in his long life, to tell him over and over again that he’d never known anyone more talented, more capable, that he just needed to pick up a pencil and start, and the rest would follow. But he knew that Steve would just let the words roll off, too stubborn by half to be persuaded by something so trivial as mere words. From experience, Bucky knew that actions were far more effective in getting Steve to come around to a certain idea than words could ever be.

So Bucky took the long road. Over the weeks that followed, he started ordering art supplies online, to be delivered when Steve was out (Bucky still didn’t like to leave the house by himself, but thanks to the excellent invention of online shopping, he rarely needed to). A variety of pencils, sketchbooks, brushes and watercolors, even a small easel that Bucky hid behind their shared wardrobe – all delivered right to their doorstep. Then, Bucky started leaving items around the house, one at a time.

The first time Steve noticed the small sketchbook that Bucky had casually left on the coffee table that morning, he’d picked it up and looked at it for a long while, before putting it back down. Though Bucky could feel Steve’s eyes on him, he didn’t acknowledge his silent question. The next day, Bucky put a pencil next to the sketchbook. Steve noticed it mid-sentence, abruptly falling silent as he picked it up and held it in his hand, as if trying to get a feel for it. Eventually, he put it back down on top of the sketchbook, and headed for the kitchen to get started on dinner.

This continued for a couple of weeks. Sometimes, when Bucky saw Steve picking up and putting down the various items he’d left for him without using them, even though Bucky could see he wanted to, he just wanted grab Steve by his ridiculously broad shoulders and shake him. But he didn’t. If his time as the Winter Soldier had taught Bucky anything, it was the value of playing the long game; the virtue of patience.

And finally, his patience paid off.

One quiet day in early October, Bucky dozed off on the couch while reading his book. When he awoke, he found himself lying directly in a beam of late afternoon sun, its warmth enveloping him like the blanket his ma used to cover him with whenever he’d fallen asleep on the couch as a kid, making him feel safe and loved; cherished. It took Bucky a while to realize that it wasn’t just the sun that made him feel that way, today. Turning his head a fraction, he found Steve sitting opposite him in the ochre armchair they’d picked out together the other week, his eyes fixed on Bucky and his hand flying over the pages of his sketchbook where it was perched on his lap.

Bucky smiled, slow and pleased. Steve didn’t seem to have noticed that Bucky had woken up, engrossed as he was in what he was doing, so Bucky stayed put and just watched him work, letting Steve draw him for as long as he needed to.

When Steve finally closed his sketchbook with a deep sigh, blinking a few times as he slowly became aware of his surroundings again, Bucky got up off the couch. He stretched like a cat, walked over to Steve, and planted himself squarely in his lap.

“I’m proud of you,” he told Steve, draping his arms around Steve’s neck as Steve’s automatically wound around Bucky’s waist.

“I’m a little rusty,” Steve hedged, his voice husky with disuse and emotion, “but… I don’t think it’s gone altogether. It's still in there somewhere. Just gotta practice, I s’pose.”

Bucky hummed, resting his forehead against Steve’s. “I suppose you do. ‘S a good thing you’ve got such an excellent model, huh?”

Steve huffed a laugh, his arms tightening around Bucky’s waist. “Jerk.”

“Punk,” Bucky said, and pressed a soft kiss to Steve's lips.

#I hope this was more or less what you were looking for nonnie! #sending you lots of love #<333 #stucky #I wrote this in record time #then pressed the wrong button and lost it all #then rewrote it again in record time #word for word #idek how but hey it worked out #remind me to never write directly in my asks again though #minnie answers

[thespineoftherighteous]

remember when Andrew and Neil

#word for word meme translation #word for WORD #aftg #andreil #mine aftg

[dantes-gf]

are garroth and laurance like parallel universe of the royal guards from undertale

#like the bro scene … #word for WORD #aphmau #minecraft diaries #aphmau minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #aphverse #aphmau garroth #aphmau laurance #royal guards #undertale

[dyeinggoosenoises]

me every time my internet is even slightly slow: what fucking wifi am i on

#the same sentence #word for word #every single fucking time

[hanniluvi]

i don’t even know what to say but some of you guys are REALLY brave ….

on the same app too ????? could not even be more discreet LORDDDD I CANT 😭😭

#its literally blr why r u copying peoples work #word for word #and asking someone to be moots w u #AS IF THEY ARENT MOOTS W THE PPL U COPIED #like i think u can see my mlist bff !! #BE ORIGINAL PLEASE 😭 #idk if u want attention or smth but like #i find this behavior kind of sad #just saying #💀

[pansyboybloom]

'you genderists are disgusting, gender belongs only in the bedroom!!1!' does that mean i get to call you a pervert for calling yourself cringe shit like a 'womb born womyn' on twitter

#based on something a radfem literally just said in my notes #word for word

[thehomothings]

Kite: i keep forgetting "body count" is about people you've slept with and not people you've killed.

Wing: ....

Wing: so what's your body count then?

Kite: eh somewhere between one and six? Not entirely sure.

Wing: how can you be unsure about sleeping with someone??

Kite: i thought we were talking about murder??

Wing: you've killed between one and six people??

Kite: MAYBE???

#incorrect quotes #source: me amd my boyfriend #word for word #i will not elaborate #hxh memes #hxh incorrect quotes #kite hxh #hxh #wing hxh #kitewing #kaito hunter x hunter #kaito hxh #hxh wing

[jayaavanii]

#this song is always gonna do it for me #word for word

[incorrect-incorrect-jump]

Mai, running up behind Haruka: We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty.

Haruka: I don't own a car Mai.

Mai: Me neither, but I'd probably own a van.

Haruka: Oh. I just don't want to drive..

Mai: Yeah but with a van, you don't have to pay as many taxes! Tax evasion!

Haruka: Is it really tax evasion if you aren't paying as many taxes in the first place?

Mai: Don't take this away from me, Haruka.

Haruka: Why do you want to commit a crime.

#incorrect quotes #mmj quote #haruka kiritani #mai #this is a genuine conversation me and a friend had #word for word

[nasthepotprincess]

jokaste: damianos' baby is with the regent

laurent: *realizes damen heard* fuuuuck, now i gotta tell him i love him and this is all some self destructive bullshit i got going on

damen: i have a son, my father's dead, but i will selfishly bask in your self destructive nature and give you all the love i have

#this is exactly how it happened #word for word #can't convince me otherwise #captive prince #capri #damen #damen of akielos #laurent of vere #laurent #damen x laurent #damianos #damianos of akielos #cs pacat #jokaste