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Whaddup, Its ya girl. G/T but not VORE here mate. Requests? Sure

[maniacal-madame-marvel]

Hello! This is my first post. I am so excited to be joining this platform! I will mostly be posting fanfic one shots or short stories of marvel characters, but once I figure out how to best work my schedule I will start taking requests!

Here is a little sample of what I’m working on right now, just so you get an idea of my writing style. Enjoy :)

Please Don’t Be Scared (Teaser)

(448 words)

Bucky was nervous. That much was clear. His head raced with worries, with every possible outcome of what he was about to show you.

You.

His precious y/n, the light of his life. Your soft smile, your gentle mannerisms and snarky personality, paired with his scowl, intimidating stature and dark humor. You were opposites, but he adored you. And you adored him.

When he sat you down about a month into your relationship, and told you about everything Hydra put him through, you sat and listened. When he was finished, with his head down and heart thundering as he expected you to walk away, you slowly took his face in your hands and looked him in the eyes.

" I'm so sorry, James."

He was shocked to see you had cried for him, and stayed by his side, even when he cradled your cheek with the metal arm that held enough strength to kill you in the blink of an eye.

"I'm okay, doll. I'm okay now. Thank you."

But his past was one thing. His present was a whole other issue.

Bucky had left something out in his traumatic life story.

Shortly after being rescued by Steve, at the beginning of his recovery in Wakanda, Bucky had an incident. He had woken up from a nightmare, and as he spiraled into a panic attack, he grew. Tremendously.

Shuri, after her initial shock at his now mountainous stature, had called him a "sizeshifter". According to her, it was a side effect from one of the experiments that HYDRA had done on him. Shuri is a genius. Bucky even believed she could be the smartest person on the planet, but even she could not fix his situation.

He eventually learned to control it, with the help of many emotional counsellors and the goat farms' wide, open fields. He could now grow and shrink at will, minus the rare instance where he'd lose control and his emotions took over. With the help of Wakandan technology, Shuri was able to make Bucky a suit that would maintain size with him, whether he grew to enormous heights or shrank down impossibly small. She fashioned the metal arm to do the same.

But.

Even with his self control, even with Shuri's generous help, Bucky hated his newfound ability.

Every time he grew he feared he'd hurt someone. Every time he shrank he'd shiver to think what horrors HYDRA could have put him through at that size.

He felt like a monster.

The general public had no knowledge of Bucky's ability, only high ranking SHIELD agents and the Avengers, of course. But now, it was time to reveal his monstrosity to you.

Oh fuck.

[6inchicon]

So excited to read this !!!

[a-tiny-frog-girl]

Hear me out: size shifters born borrowers

[6inchicon]

Okay Ive had an OC for this but I’m never gonna write the story BUT

I’ve been thinking about this for a while and idk my concept for this had always been that a size-shifting borrower would be made an outcast.

Purely because of the threat they possibly pose to as to the borrower community.

They are able to go out and hang with the human world whenever they want but can’t hold their size for very long so they constantly have to leave abruptly (that is if they’ve ventured out long enough to make friends). If they were to EVER be caught, then everything they know is just, exposed.

And so other borrowers simply do not trust having a Size-shifting borrower around or within the colony regardless of how they help make life easier because just the idea that THIS particular borrower has been parading around with humans doesn’t feel right with them.

Also the argument that they simply do not understand a true borrowers struggle or forget it because they have the power to just, be human whenever they please.

Idk I’m way to tired to properly elaborate my thoughts but here are some.

[sparrowrider]

Mousetraps (Bucky x tiny!Reader)

Another request done!! @6inchicon​

I’ve never written Bucky before, and for some reason I envision him being really awkward around tinies…? So anyway, here we are! Hope ya enjoy!

Length: About 1.4k words

Warnings: pain/injury, fear

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[6inchicon]

I don’t remember this at all but god i love it

[6inchicon]

Im sorry but,,,,,

That scene in the first Pitch Perfect movie when the Barden Bellas are performing in the Finals and the song transitions to Don’t You(forget about me) to specifically reference The Breakfast Club as Beca’s official apology to Jesse and statement that she is ready and wants to let him into her life and let him get close to her is literally peak poetic cinema and you can’t change my mind.

Beca had really been hit with nothing but straight facts from her father and took the time to apologize to everyone and then took the challenge of transforming the Bellas and going absolutely ape shit at the Finals and in that process she just HAD to add the most Iconic song from The Breakfast Club which came on in the final scene and the final scene was the first piece of the movie she had ever watched because JESSE showed it to her. And who did she have in mind when she added the song to her Capella mashup?

you guessed fucking right; JESSE

I could go on but I wont. so anyways,,,

Beca and Jesse is literally the only romantic subplot movie couple I accept and ship whole heartily and thats that.

THE END

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Perspective: One

“Why, Tony?” Bruce said, tugging uncomfortably at the cuffs of his blazer, “You hate speaking at colleges.” The other man shrugged carelessly, “I like college kids.” he said, “Holding it all together with coffee and desperation. Their whole lives ahead of them but so fucking focused on right now… I miss that perspective sometimes.” Bruce raked his fingers through his hair, “Okay but why do I need to be here?” he asked. 

“Steve thinks I need a sitter,” Tony said with a crooked smile. Bruce shook his head and dodges a small group of Co-eds on rollerblades, “Gee, I wonder why?” he mused to himself as Tony shot a flirty glance to a leggy blonde. 

Weiterlesen

[6inchicon]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications

-Listening to music

-noticing my language skills are getting better 

-Reading fantasy Novels

-G/T(dead giveaway)

-Sitting in the grass when the sun is shining 

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[amazignphil]

Update: …… I sat on my bed crying for a fucking hour today. Idk but this didn’t help my luck much 🙃

[6inchicon]

Haven’t been active lately but I’m about to start my first day of German school since going on exchange. Need all the luck I can get

[the-chief-feline]

Guardian Angel

Maya didn’t like the shadows at night.  The little city she lived in seemed to have aggressive shadows, the light from the lampposts along the road casting bizarre shadows from the buildings and occasional tree branch that peeked through the buildings.  They seemed to reach at her.  To try and snatch her ankles.  She grabbed her braid from behind her head, messing with it to try to relieve the stress from walking home alone.  The shadows seemed to grow.  She felt the urge to run.

She had to work late every evening, if anything just to keep her rent.  The apartment she lived in was too pricey for what she could comfortably afford, but she had nothing else to work with.  Maya breathed in the cold night air, speeding up her pace to try to outrun the feeling of loneliness and danger.

Out of nowhere, a whoosh of air brushed past her.  She whirled around, eyes wide as she saw the shadows manifest.  They tangled into one of another, becoming a physical shape apart from the ground they should have been on.  A monstrous creature began to appear, large and bipedal.  It appeared to grow horns, and, after a moment, it opened its eyes to reveal deep blue pits.  Maya felt the urge to scream, but her voice broke.  She stumbled over her feet, and ran.

The shadowy creature howled behind her, and she could hear it following behind her.  An internal voice told her not to run home–and she listened.  She turned down a side street, away from her apartment complex, her stamina rapidly failing her.  Her breaths were ragged.  She rounded another corner, exhausted at the four block sprint.  She scolded herself for being out of shape.  It would now be her death.  She stumbled over the uneven concrete of the sidewalk, tripping and feeling her speed she previously had disappear.  As a last ditch effort, she turned down the alleyway between two buildings casting herself back into shadows to hide from the beast.

The creature howled again, and she heard its cry from the front of the alleyway.  It, too, had stopped running, as if it knew that she was cornered.  She let out a strangled sob, clawing desperately at the wooden fence that had seemed to manifest in her path.  She averted her eyes from the creature’s blue pools, unable to make contact with what she knew was going to kill her as soon as it reached her.  She heard it push off of the alley concrete, and she braced herself.

A sudden large thud and another rush of air bombarded her senses.  The smell of sulfur burned her nose, and she heard the beast scream.  Her eyes flew open, locking on to the new, bizarre form in front of her.  It was a person, or so she had originally thought, but it was too large, nearing twenty or more feet.  Two large wings, engulfed in dark red flames, protruded from the thing’s back, and it appeared to be strangling the shadow creature that had chased Maya to the alley.  The shadow creature’s cries became louder and more desperate, and then stopped.  The fire-winged thing dropped the no longer moving shadow beast to the ground, where its body dissipated and sunk back into the shadows of the alley.  The person turned to face her.

The person, tough looking and scarred, scowled down at her.  A mane of red hair messily brushed over one side of her head framed the outside of her strong, sharply-defined face.  Her eyes burned the same dark red as her wings, but after a moment the flames faded.  Her wings returned back to their presumably original state: almost the same as a red hawk’s pattern.  She crouched down as to make herself more level with the human before her.

“You’re not dead, are you?” she asked, her voice deep and growling.  “You should go home.  Forget everything you’ve seen.”  Maya’s jaw dropped, and she floundered for words.  The person got back to their feet, stretching out her wings to the best of her ability within the cramped alley.  She growled in frustration when they only extended to half their full length.  Maya was still unable to find her words.  The person turned back to her, eyes scanning her body for a second.

“Go on, go home!  You have to live somewhere, or they wouldn’t have gone for you.  Get out of here!” she practically shouted, pacing to the front of the alley to escape the confines of the buildings.  She stood at the entrance for a minute, then turned back one last time.  “Really. The longer you stay out, the more likely you are to get targeted again. Go home. Get out of here. Don’t stay too long.” With that, the person took the last step needed to escape the alley, spread her wings, and took off into the air.

Maya was unable to move. What she had witnessed terrified her. The winged woman’s words burned in her mind, and she forced herself to shakily get to her feet. She trailed a hand along the building to her right, peeking out of the alley and up into the sky to see if she could make out the woman’s form. Nothing.

The walk home would be much more frightening and tense than last time.

[6inchicon]

when you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool!!)

Oof oof oof okay yay

1. I think my singing (especially alto songs) is good

2. I really like my curly hair and that’s great bc It took me a while

3. I like how my brain turns everything into a story narrative. I could be sitting down and just thinking about how I would react to something or any scenario and my. Conscious starts speaking as if I reading from a book and I just really love that

4. I like that I’m bisexual. I used to hate that about myself and sometimes still do but I’m slowly learning to accept myself as that and grow into the LGBT+ community

5. I really like my smile. My canines are natural really pronounced and sharp and I think it looks cool

Whoops gotta love positivity

[one-time-i-dreamt]

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Adobe Tells Users They Can Get Sued for Using Old Versions of Photoshop

"You are no longer licensed to use the software," Adobe told them.

[awsomelink]

Friendly reminder that GIMP does pretty much everything Photoshop does, and it’s 100% free. Fuck DRM and the license culture, we have plenty of open source options available to us as a consumer.

[socialistexan]

Lightworks is a freeware video editor on par with Premiere

Blender is an excellent freeware 3D renderer,possibly better than After Effects

Lightzone to replace Lightroom

Inkscape to replace Illustratr

Audacity to replace Audition (I also received a free version of Pro Tools with my Scarlett Solo audio interface)

If Adobe is going to be greedy shitheads, then fuck ‘em. Don’t use their stuff. Freeware can be just as good, if not better, than Adobe CC.

[obwjam]

Small Talk pt.4

nobody can stop me now

First | Previous | Next

taglist that i’ve definitely lost track of but i think this is right: @nightmarejasmine @burrpoetry @thepoolofthedead @the-original-space-cowboy @gttrash @smolkuriboh27 @bittykimmy @misfitsgalaxygt @a-black-pegasus @smol-jar-of-pickles @sanderssidestrash27 @snack-at-midnight @haveyouheardofborrowers @pomelo-chan @sammigruber @gttrash @tiefling-trickery @bittykimmy​ @random-sanders-dragon

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You took your grappling hook out of your bag and hung it by the leg of the counter. You hooked the carabiner to your belt loop and began to slide down with a heightened sense of urgency. You were trying not to think about it, but you were terrified. You were alone in a public venue with a billion HYDRA agents around you. If you were seen, you were dead.

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[6inchicon]

Ajkkddfg You’re cool thank u for ur time

SKSKSK Thank you so much!! I’m really not that great but !!!!!!!!! You should message me or whatever ppl do

[6inchicon]

someone should really remind me to check my messages and inbox more oftem oML if I don’t respond and im active its not cause im ignoring you im just stupid

[sparrowrider]

YEEEEEEE this one was so much fun to write!! I love Scott Lang with a passion :D Anyway, here ya go, @m4st4rd !!

Warnings: fear, fire, hostage situation

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[gt3a-tan2]

An Ally A Day Keeps The Bad Guys Away

From this g/t prompt list ^^

Using: “I just want to help you.” & “Don’t touch me!”

It had been an hour since Sammy had been taken out of the jar for Bear’s own purposes- and even though she was back, Pond could clearly see that she was in terrible shape. He had decided to keep an eye on any injuries once either Tanner or Sammy got hurt, by taking them to his desk for a while. He just wanted to be there for Tanner and Sammy.

Particularly Sammy.

Now, Tanner was the sweetest kid he’d ever met, with a heart of pure gold and the kind of kid you never want to disappoint. Sammy was snarky and hated Pond, but he didn’t blame her… And besides, he could see how much she really cared. He knew that she was only pretending to be tough, which makes her even stronger.

Pond wanted to check her over for injuries, though he knew that she hated to be touched. Besides, he hadn’t noticed anything off aside from her usual limp and previous injuries. That was, until just now.

Sammy was crying. He had never ever seen her cry before, and even though she was quieting herself and covering her face, he could tell something was up… Pond stood, walking over to the jar she was kept in, and kneeling down beside it. He watched for a few moments before slowly unscrewing the lid, wincing at her reaction.

She had immediately shut herself up, holding back everything as she tensed. Crying was technically against the rules, but Pond despised Bear and those silly rules; these were innocent children, not experiments. They deserved much better.

Pond delicately reached in to pick her up, but hesitated once he saw Sammy push herself against the bottom of the jar to be as far from his fingers as possible. “I just want to help you.” He assured, but it may have come across a bit too calm.

The young teenager seemed to growl in response, putting on her tough front. Whilst it amused Bear so he would get sidetracked with messing with Sammy (rather than hurting her in more severe ways), for Pond he just felt his heart clench with pity. “Don’t touch me!” She snapped.

Pond sighed, taking his hand back out of the jar, but not putting the lid on. He scanned her over, before offering the hint of a concerned smile. “I won’t touch you then… But might I ask why you were crying?”

The man felt guilty all over again when he saw her freeze up. She thought he would punish her, and Pond felt a need to correct that thought.

“It’s alright if you cry in front of me… Just be careful around Jared. I won’t tell anyone, or hurt you for showing that you’re upset…” He assured gently. “In fact, I’d be more worried if you weren’t upset. I’m upset about everything they’re doing to all of you…”

Sammy was clearly skeptical, not that he’d expected her to trust him; he had technically caused her and her family to get captured in the first place. She didn’t answer for a while, instead deciding that her bare feet were much more interesting at the moment. Pond sighed, standing back up to get back to work, only to hear a much softer and hesitant voice speak up.

“Do… Do you know what he does to me…?”

Pond blinked. It was Sammy speaking! She wasn’t being snappy or snarky at all; which was a huge step forward in his book.

As much as he wanted to turn around immediately to properly speak to her, but knew that might scare her into going quiet again. Instead, he slowly turned back around, but quickly enough that it wasn’t silent for a few months. Over the few months of Sammy living here, he’d noticed how uncomfortable she was with silence- particularly because it left her to her thoughts.

“I know that he’s a sadistic bastard.” Pond announced, hoping to at least lighten her mood slightly. Sammy seemed to even smirk slightly in agreement, which made Pond feel a lot better. Hopefully she wasn’t too uncomfortable around him…

“Yeah you’ve uh… Basically got the whole story…” She looked down, relaxing a little. “Can you please… fix me…?”

Pond felt the concern bloom inside his chest, and he knelt down beside the table her jar was kept on again. “It’s not you that needs fixing… But I can try to treat any injuries, or give you something to help with pain.” He responds confidently.

“Some painkillers would be nice…” There was the ghost of a smile playing on her lips, but it disappeared yet again. “I don’t like being touched or held… Please can I just treat my own wounds?”

Pond’s expression softened considerably, though he knew he couldn’t let her do that. “Doll…” He began. “I can’t let you do it all by yourself, I’m sorry. But as soon as I’ve finished with any stitching then you can apply cream or bandages.” He felt guilty saying that she couldn’t, but she was fifteen. He couldn’t just allow her to treat herself fully! That would be irresponsible.

Okay, maybe he was a bit protective over the children, but he had every right. He felt responsible for all their pain and suffering. One day he would get them out of here for sure…

Sammy deflated, but barely let it show as she looked to the side. “After you’re done, can I please see Tanner?” She asked. Pond paused. Wait… Does she think that I’m trying to keep her away from her brother..?

“Of course..!” Okay, maybe a bit loud. “I only keep you guys here with me for a little because I want to make sure you have time to calm down without being in that environment… Do you just want to go straight back to Tanner then, instead of coming here every time..?”

Sammy shook her head slowly. “N-no… Can Tanner just come in here too?” Pond blinked. Huh. Maybe Sammy was starting to trust him… The man offered a warm smile.

“Whatever you want- so long as he agrees, okay?” He smiled again, before standing up.

Perhaps getting Sammy out of the jar now would be good- he doubted she enjoyed it in their, and he’d need to fix her up anyway. “Is it alright if I pick you up..? Or- uh… I’m sure you can climb out of the jar yourself, but I don’t want you to aggravate any wounds. So…may I?”

There was another small nod in response. Pond offered another smile, before finally reaching in and delicately pinching her waist, pulling her out of the glass confinement. He knew to be gentle, and he knew that he needed to be quick but not too fast. The man placed her down on the desk.

“I’m going to just check you over, but I’ll be very gentle. If it hurts, or you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop.” Yet again, Sammy nodded in response, a little surprised by how little she was handled. It was…nice, not being in a fist or manipulated like a doll. She didn’t feel as vulnerable.

Maybe it was okay to trust a human, just this once.

[notwerewolfbutch]

gays writing anything:

[6inchicon]

[giantloserrambles]

Veronica and Sam raced, cackling, up the hall’s stairs, shoving and fighting through the suite door and rushing to their dorm room. They scrambled for a moment over the lock before Veronica got her key in before Sam and swung it wide open. He dashed in. She glanced around the hallway before ripping her key out, coming in, and slamming the door shut.

Sam grabbed her shoulders. “You can shrink!”

She beamed back. “I can shrink!”

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