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@avengervigilantes
Alright friends, here’s the deal. I’m writing almost exclusively on discord now, I have realized I am WAY more comfortable there. If anyone would like to write with me on discord I would love that!
Blossom#7524
That is where you can reach me, if we are mutuals PLEASE REACH OUT!!!! The muses I write are: Bucky Barnes Steve Rogers Clint Barton Daliah Crowe (OC) Iris Ludwig (OC) Vera Torres (OC)
Edit: I also am willing to try Wire too!
Alright friends, here’s the deal. I’m writing almost exclusively on discord now, I have realized I am WAY more comfortable there. If anyone would like to write with me on discord I would love that!
Blossom#7524
That is where you can reach me, if we are mutuals PLEASE REACH OUT!!!! The muses I write are: Bucky Barnes Steve Rogers Clint Barton Daliah Crowe (OC) Iris Ludwig (OC) Vera Torres (OC)
Edit: I also am willing to try Wire too!
Heads up!
If you try editing an already saved draft and try to save it again to come back to it later: TUMBLR WILL AUTO POST IT.
To avoid this, I recommend finishing the reply immediately (sorry) OR taking your reply to a gdoc or something until you’re ready to post it.
i encountered this too and it works if you re-select “save as draft” from the menu, even if it’s already set to “save as draft”! at least it worked for me~
avengervigilantes:
( ooc ) ———- once again I have to be real honest with all of ya’ll my muses are still being pretty finicky, i think for the time being i will write pretty heavily on dis//cord. i think i truly bit off a little more than i can chew and overwhelmed myself. HOWEVER, I still want to write with all my wonderful mutuals!!!!!!! I would love to chat on discord and write with you! Dis//cord is: Blossom7524
So for the time being this blog is going to be pretty low activity.
SO MY DUMBASS PUT THE WRONG NUMBERS I HAVE CORRECTED THEM NOW. SO IF YOU SENT ME ANYTHING AND I DIDN’T RESPOND IT’S BECAUSE I’M AN IDIOT
CHRIS EVANS | Defending Jacob 1.04
avengervigilantes:
( ooc ) ———- once again I have to be real honest with all of ya’ll my muses are still being pretty finicky, i think for the time being i will write pretty heavily on dis//cord. i think i truly bit off a little more than i can chew and overwhelmed myself. HOWEVER, I still want to write with all my wonderful mutuals!!!!!!! I would love to chat on discord and write with you! Dis//cord is: Blossom7524
So for the time being this blog is going to be pretty low activity.
SO MY DUMBASS PUT THE WRONG NUMBERS I HAVE CORRECTED THEM NOW. SO IF YOU SENT ME ANYTHING AND I DIDN’T RESPOND IT’S BECAUSE I’M AN IDIOT
( ooc ) ---------- once again I have to be real honest with all of ya’ll my muses are still being pretty finicky, i think for the time being i will write pretty heavily on dis//cord. i think i truly bit off a little more than i can chew and overwhelmed myself. HOWEVER, I still want to write with all my wonderful mutuals!!!!!!! I would love to chat on discord and write with you! Dis//cord is: Blossom7527
So for the time being this blog is going to be pretty low activity.
Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) dirs. Anthony & Joe Russo
( ooc ) ------- imma keep it REAL WITH YA’LL my muses as being picky as FUCK. I’ve got a weird personal life thing going down right now so they’re all hiding on dis//cord for whatever reason. Things should clear up after Friday, so until then please take this as a MINI HIATUS UNTIL MAY 31ST. I should get back in the swing of things here, but if you wanna chat or plot or even write a little together my discord is in the tags! Thanks for understanding!
“You’re seriously gonna try this agan?”
SPELL OUT YOUR URL IN SONG TITLES FROM YOUR LIBRARY.
A - Angel of Small Death and The Codeine Scene by Hozier V - Vulnerable by Selena Gomez E - End Game by Taylor Swift N - Natural by Imagine Dragons G - Good Grief by Bastille E - Enchanted by Taylor Swift R - Rome by Dermot Kennedy V - Venus by Sleeping at Last I - I Feel Like A God by DeathbyRomy G - Golden Days by Panic! At the Disco I - I’ll Follow You by Shinedown L - Liability by Lorde A - All These Things That I’ve Done by The Killers N - No Plan by Hozier T - Tantrum by Ashnikko E - End of the Earth by MARINA S - St. Jude by Florence and the Machine
Tagged By/Stolen from: @loialte Tagging: Anyone who wants to I just wanted to subject you all to my weird music taste
Sentence Starters
“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!
ANGST
“I can’t do anything right.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“Why are you awake right now?”
“Why are you lying to me?”
“Wake up! Please wake up.”
“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Is that blood?” “…..No?”
“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”
“Do you even still love me?”
“Nobody’s seen you in days.”
“Why are you awake?”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Can you shut up for once in your life?”
“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”
“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”
“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”
“Leave! Me! Alone!”
FLUFF
“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”
“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
“Have you always been this beautiful?”
“OH you’re jealous!”
“Can we stay like this forever?”
“Please just kiss me already.”
“I think you might be my soulmate.”
“Sleep over? Please?”
“Are we on a date right now?”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”
“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I missed you so much.”
“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”
“I’m here for you.”
“I wish we could live together already.”
MISC
“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”
“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”
“I think I just ripped my pants.”
“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”
“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”
“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”
“But I’ve never told you that before.”
“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”
“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”
“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?
“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”
“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”
“Give me attention.”
“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”
“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”
“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”
( ooc ) —— i know i’ve been pretty silent, i’ve been pretty under the weather the past few days. i’m hoping i’m on the mend and once im better i’m going to tackle my drafts. sorry for the absence <3
( ooc ) ------ i know i’ve been pretty silent, i’ve been pretty under the weather the past few days. i’m hoping i’m on the mend and once im better i’m going to tackle my drafts. sorry for the absence <3
Congratulations on the quote of the year, Madej.
metal-armed-man:
The sudden apology hits James hard. Why was the man apologizing to begin with? For his loss? For the fact that he hadn’t actually been helping despite all the attempts to do so? Steve didn’t need to apologize for any of those things though. At least not in James’ eyes. However, death always seemed to have people apologizing for the loss. Like that apology was going to mean something more to the person who’d had the lost. It was such crap. It didn’t. It didn’t make any of this feel better no matter what the apology was actually for or whatever it was intended to do. But he just couldn’t bare to crash Steve down anymore than he already had so far to tell him that he shouldn’t actually be apologizing. That he didn’t want Steve to be apologizing. All he can muster is a small nod in response to the apology as it came. That silent form of accepting the apology without making the air between them thicker with any more words to drag them down further in the spiral.
As Steve continues, his eyes focus on the other slightly watching the other until his glass was taken away and his eyes divert to the table. He’d hit a spot where he knew Steve didn’t know how to fully handle. It almost made him feel just a bit worse as the tension built up between them. For two best friends, they were having a hell of a time finding that spot again especially in a moment like this. He was already mourning, feeling down on himself, and now he was starting to feel down that maybe they’d never actually find that spot they had. That spot where Steve’s optimism would’ve brought him up. The time where things had always seemed to easy to fix for them. It certainly wasn’t helping him to accept the fact that he knew he was no longer the man he once was. All of it just crashing like a weight on him that he wanted so desperately to have lifted by Steve but it was like it was never going to actually come.
“Of course it ain’t fair Steve,” he comments, his hands curling into firsts in his lap and just trying to not get so upset that he walked out. That was hardly going to help. Steve was trying to help and he knew it but it was like nothing was working. Not a single thing Steve was saying was doing anything to make him feel better. “No none of us are who we were but at least your choices were your own most of the time! She was still kind and loving like I remember her being. She might not have cared if I was sort of not who I once was but not this! At least you guys have slivers of who you were still actually apart of you!” In frustration his fists slam against the table and his eyes filling with the tears he’d been trying so desperately hide from the other. Not wanting to show weakness. “What the hell do I have? I’ve got memories that make sense but don’t feel like me anymore and you still here! That’s all! That’s all I’ve got!”
He shoves himself out of his chair and glances over at Steve, trying not to completely just lose himself in tears and frustration. It was getting difficult. It was hard to not just walk away from Steve in this moment and not look back. He wanted to. Damn if he didn’t want to but he knew he couldn’t. Steve was all he had left of that life. The only person he had left he knew and remember. Walking away from Steve would be like walking away from who he had been once which is the him he was desperately trying to grasp into his hands. He wanted to be that man again. The man that Steve remembered and loved. The one his sister had remembered and loved. That version of him was happier, full of life, and just had always done everything for the right reason. Now he was a man who’d been the victim of a trauma that had taken everything from that life and twisted it. It only takes a moment to think through all this before he falls back into the chair with his face going into his hands. “Why are you still here for me Steve? I’m not… that guy anymore. Ya know what I’ve done… and you’re still here acting like I’ve done nothing wrong. As much as I want to think ‘Becca would’ve done the same… I don’t think she would’ve. I still don’t even get how ya are still here…”
I still don’t even get how ya are here. The words are like a physical blow. Words that could describe Steve’s very existence, from a young age until now. They weren’t the first time someone had ever spoken them to him him and it wasn’t the last. Though they have imprinted themselves onto his very bones, pressed there like a cattle prod. A statement he asks himself over and over again. Why am I still here? What’s keeping him tied to this place, this world? Bucky’s anger, fear -- annoyance falls silent for a moment to Steve’s ears the echo of the words growing far too loud in his own ears to feel anything else but dread. He shouldn’t still be here, he shouldn’t have made it past childhood. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, some stick with a person until they’re too tired of putting up with them anymore. Blue eyes look at Bucky, a wound that Steve has carried since the war. A wound that was too deep to tend to, a wound that ended life as he knew it.
And maybe that’s the problem, Steve’s been sitting here trying to pretend he’s the kid that Bucky used to know. The optimist, the kid that always had two fists up and ready to jump at any chance he could to stand up for what’s right. Steve hasn’t been that kid for a long time. That kid died when he thought Bucky did, the other had taken Steve Rogers with him and left behind a shell -- a hollow man that the world praised as Captain America. So when Bucky resurfaced Steve clung onto that like a lifeline. And the truth hits Steve like a ton of bricks as he stands in the kitchen. This wasn’t about Bucky being the man that Steve knew, this was about Steve trying to get back to who he used to be. He wanted to pretend for one damn minute that he wasn’t hurting and that he was okay -- and that he was the Steve Rogers that Bucky knew. Expect he’d been looking Bucky in the idea this entire time and lying to him. So why is Steve here? Maybe he’s here to finally come to his goddamn senses.
“I’m here because I’m letting myself be selfish.” He finally speaks. “I’m here cause you’re the only thing I got that makes me feel like my old self. When I thought you died... I died with you. I could have jumped out of that bird at any point as it dove into the sea. I wanted to die. I went down prayin’ to God that I’d been good enough to see you and my ma again.” Steve draws in a shuttered breath. He remembers it too well, the ice. It was torture -- the freezing wasn’t instant. He had woken up in a daze in the ship. He didn’t know how long he was unconscious, but the blood on his head had already frozen from where he hit his head on the control wheel of the plane. The serum working double time to try and keep him alive. Being that cold was like being burned alive, he would get close to frostbite but the serum was just strong enough to keep him alive. The colder and the more hypodermic Steve got he saw things, Bucky was one of them. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for Steve to fall asleep, because the promise of peace was too easy to fight. The promise of Bucky and his mother was all he wanted. Instead he ended up waking up in the distant future with nothing. Everything he ever knew was gone and dead... expect Bucky. By some miracle they were both here and alive and despite neither of them being the men they once were, they still ended up here... together.
“It ain’t fair what I’ve been doing to you -- acting like I’m that kid from Brooklyn that you once knew. I’m not that guy anymore, I haven’t been for a long damn time.” He didn’t mean to make this all about him, that was never his intention but it’s too late to go back on his words. “I don’t know what to say that’ll make you feel better, I don’t think I know how to do that anymore. But I’m here for you either way, I’ll sit here all night with my mouth shut if that’s what it takes.” He feels defeated. Steve hangs his head for a moment, staring down at his feet. It’s been a long time since Steve’s felt so small. He suddenly feels far too small for his own body, the room feels big and wide and there’s too much space. “I know you aren’t innocent and you may not be the man you once were... but I think we can still figure this out, us out. I’m willing if you are.”
astrapure:
everything still is so freshly new to her, more so with this mundane form she’s gotten for herself now. least walking alone was something she picked up on rather quickly, other functions simple enough and rather instinctive. though it was more of getting use to just the freedom she’s obtained that was something entirely new to her. though she hadn’t quite expected someone to approach her after everything that occurred in Manhattan, let alone that of one of the few that worked so hard in stopping it all.
soft smile is presented to him, a warm mug of hot chocolate cupped within her hands. she had been able to go get one for herself and quickly discovered sweets to be a comfort to her. “ good; things are a lot different than i remember. what about you, captain ? adjusting still ? “
Steve gives a small nod as she speaks, he understands wholeheartedly how quickly things change around here. This city is almost a world of its own, always hustling and bustling. Not everyone can survive the cutthroat pace of this city. “That’s the one thing you can count on about this place, it’ll always be different.” Her question holds a weight to it, one that he’s not keen on thinking too much about when he’s not alone. It’s overwhelming. “Yeah, still adjusting. I’ve still got decades to catch up on.. I’m not sure I’ll ever catch up.”
