Dumping Ground

I’d like to apologise if you follow me for one specific fandom, my focus changes so often I have no idea what I’ll be posting about (she/her)

[couldntstopmyself]

When you can’t decide on your favourite ship so you ship all 3. Stucky was pre-war but just friends after winter soldier because of stony, and sambucky developed over time.

[couldntstopmyself]

Told my family I started a new book about four boys who met at boarding school and I know it will make me cry. That’s all they need to know

[couldntstopmyself]

Imagine it’s 2030, you’re watching the first episode of the supernatural reboot. Carry on my wayward son is playing and you can see a small cabin surrounding by fields. Suddenly the beat drops into heavy techno and you here Dean’s voice yelling “Dammit Jack no more remixes!”

[couldntstopmyself]

I know my mental health is getting bad when it’s starting to feel like let’s rewatch supernatural

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Oops I did it

[couldntstopmyself]

I know my mental health is getting bad when it’s starting to feel like let’s rewatch supernatural

[couldntstopmyself]

Okay so you don't know me but here I am because you said you needed some distractions so here are 3 Happy Facts:

1. Sea otters hold hands when they fall asleep to keep from drifting away from each other (that's literally the cutest thing ever😭)

2. Cows have best friends (so some bff cows will just be chilling in the pasture gossiping about all the other cows together)

3. Norway knighted a penguin (there is a penguin who is more noble and respected than I am and I love it)

So sorry if this doesn't help but I thought I might try <3

I don’t care that I don’t know you you’re now my favourite person

These may be the cutest facts ever thank you 🥰🥰

[couldntstopmyself]

I need to stay awake for way to long so I’m in need of a distraction. Send me prompts or headcanons or questions or messages or literally anything to keep me occupied?

Tagging my fav fandoms and ships but literally send anything on anything I’m desperate

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Please reblog if you enjoy Marvel and you're a woman

I have been having an argument with a friend and he says that Marvel is for guys, please help me prove to him that there are lots of women who like Marvel!

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80615 strong so far!

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WE BROKE 90 THOUSAND!!!

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174,911 MARVEL WOMEN! WE ARE LEGION!

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Over 200,000!

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I breathe Marvel.  

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reblog for something very lgbt to happen to you on nov 5th

[couldntstopmyself]

Headcanon Mickey hates than Ian drinks on his meds, so decides to do something by stopping drinking himself.

Mickey keeps getting annoyed because Ian ignores him whenever he warns him not to drink on his drugs. Ian doesn’t drink a lot, but probably more than he should on his meds.

So Ian isn’t tempted by casual drinking so much, Mickey decides he’s gonna stop drinking. He is not as subtle as he thinks.

Ian notices after 3 days after Mickey kept having juice or water after work rather than beer. He didn’t get why though.

It takes a week for Ian to work out what Mickey is doing. Between the way Mickey paused every time he opened the fridge, reaching for a beer before switching to juice, and the way Mickey frowns whenever Ian offers him a drink or has one himself, it wasn’t hard.

After Mickey ordered 2 cokes at the Alibi rather than beer, Ian stood up, took his drink to the bar, and asked for a shot in it. He then handed it to Mickey and took the plain coke off him.

Ian ignored Mickey’s protests and told him if he wants to stop drinking he can but he doesn’t have to do it for him. And that he’d been ‘a whiny bitch’ after only a week.

Ian doesn’t stop drinking on his meds, but is smarter and only gets drunk on really special occasions. Mickey worries less, but actually drinks a bit less anyway, coz ‘he wasn’t a whiny bitch fuck off’.

[couldntstopmyself]

During their vows, Ian and Mickey both emphasise different words.

Mickey emphasises husband. He had changed for the better over the years, grown up. Ian meant everything to him, still does, and, in that moment, nothing but the word husband could sum that up. Ian was his home, his safe place. He was the first person Mickey wanted to tell big news and he was the only person Mickey needed after a bad day. Mickey Milkovich was no longer the scared boy trapped in the closet his father built. Mickey Milkovich was man proud of who he was and it was all because of the beautiful man standing before him. His husband.

Ian emphasises Mickey. After everything they had been through, after everything Ian had done, they still made it here. Ian knew he had made mistakes, cheating and leaving and running away when things became too much. But not anymore. He had grown up and saw what he really needed. The man standing before him. The man who stuck by him when he was at his worst. The man who gave up his freedom and risked everything to protect him. The man who saved him. Ian always knew Mickey was the only person for him, and he wanted him just the way he is. The shit talking, bitch slapping, south side piece of trash he fell for. His Mickey.

[couldntstopmyself]

Finishing tv shows is genuinely like a breakup:

First few days you don’t know what to do, mourning the loss of your favourite characters and knowing you won’t know what they do next.

Then you look back at the good times, rewatching your favourite moments, watching cast interviews.

Then you fantasise about what could have been, reading and writing fanfics and looking at fanart.

And then when you think you’ve moved on, you get the urge to go back to the start, forgetting how bad it got in the last few seasons.

[couldntstopmyself]

Never in my lesbian life have been so attracted to and then upset by but still attracted to a priest

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I always thought of myself as the Sirius Black of my friends: smooth, charismatic, smart, fun.

I have recently realised I am the James Potter of my friends. Still smart and fun, but more clumsy. That and I carry plasters, make sure they drink water, and do the washing up.

[couldntstopmyself]

I’m not seeing enough people talk about the fact that it’s now officially canon Bucky wouldn’t have been experimented on if Steve didn’t become Captain America

[couldntstopmyself]

Catch up to me

Summary: Bucky Barnes is on the run. Sam Wilson is looking for him. So are a lot of bad people. What happens when Bucky pushes his luck too far and gets caught, and Sam has to deal what happens when an international fugitive needs your help (and is very pretty).

Set between winter soldier and civil war.

Read it here on ao3

[babygirl-diaz]

Hey i don’t know if you’re taking prompts right now but maybe you could write a one shot on this-

Sam and Bucky get into a huge argument but somehow ends with a big sweet ass over the top love confession☺️

Ps- Your works are great <3

((Yep! I am taking prompts, anon. I'm just really slow with them right now. 🤣

And awwwww thank you so much!! 💜

Also a special thank you to @redwingsupportgroup for helping me out with the story for this fic!! 💜))

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Sam linked his arm with Bucky’s metal one as they made their way down the stairs. They were pretending to be a couple while working undercover.

Sam’s eyes tracked the room. He found the target in the middle of the crowd in the foyer, and he nudged Bucky, before nodding towards the target.

“Sam, we have a problem.” Joaquin’s voice rang in his ear.

“What problem?” Sam asked, worried.

“I just saw Frank put the USB stick into his coat pocket. He’s keeping it close to himself. How are we gonna get it now?”

Okay, so this was a problem. But it wasn’t the end of the world. They could still get the stick out of him. They just needed to get close enough.

“Do we know what his type is?” Sam asked Joaquin.

Bucky threw him a confused look and at the same time Joaquin said, “Huh?”

“His type. In potential dates?”

“Oh!” Sam heard typing on the other side of the comms. “Apparently he is into everyone. He’s dated a variety of people.”

“Okay.” Sam let out a breath. “Bucky, just follow my lead.” He led his “date” to where Frank was talking up some young man and stayed in his field of vision. If he was to be in control, then he needed Frank to come to him.

“What are you doing?” Bucky frowned at him when Sam gave the target a charming smile and waved at him. A server passed them and Sam picked up two glasses of champagne, passing one to Bucky.

“Wait and see,” Sam replied.

Just as he had suspected, Frank excused himself from the man he was talking to and came over to him.

“Hello there, beautiful,” he said, leering at Sam like Sam was his next meal. “I don’t think we’ve ever met before. Which is a shame.”

Sam chuckled at that. “Aren’t you a charmer,” he said, taking a sip of his champagne. “I’m Trevor. Trevor Brown.”

“I’m guessing you know who I am if you’re at my party,” Frank said condescendingly. “So Trevor, what do you do?”

“Cannabis cultivation. I also own 4 dispensaries in Harlem.”

“Nice,” said Frank. “A man after my own heart.” He leaned in close to Sam.

Besides Sam, Bucky cleared his throat and wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist, much to Sam’s confusion. Sam tried to keep his anger under control. Bucky was going to ruin his plan.

“Oh,” Frank finally looked at Bucky. “You’re here with someone.” He sounded disappointed.

Sam shoved Bucky’s hand away and stepped closer to Frank. He trailed his finger down Frank’s coat and smirked. “He’s yesterday’s news. You could be today’s.”

Frank surged forward and kissed him. His hands landed on Sam’s waist and Sam almost had the urge to throw up in his mouth when he shoved his tongue inside his mouth. But while Frank was distracted, Sam managed to get into his coat pocket and take out the thumb drive and slide it into his own pocket..

“Wow,” Sam said, pretending to be dazed when he pulled away from the man. “You are quite the kisser,” he lied. He was an awful kisser, and Sam wanted to get his taste out of his mouth ASAP. “I’ll be right back. I need the bathroom,” Sam told him.

Frank smirked at that. “Oh, you don’t have to go to the bathroom, sweetheart. I could take you upstairs and help you with your little problem,” he said nodding towards Sam’s crotch.

Now Sam seriously wanted to throw up. He laughed and shook his head. “No, I really need the bathroom. Though, I’ll hold you to your offer.” He turned around to leave and found that Bucky was nowhere to be seen. He looked around in the crowd but still couldn’t find Bucky anywhere. Figuring he had gone back, Sam left as well.

Just as he suspected, he found Bucky in the van, sulking away in the back with Joaquin.

“Did you get it?” Joaquin asked.

Sam took out the thumb drive and flashed it at the younger man. A broad smile spread across Joaquin’s face, and he caught the drive when Sam threw it at him. “Nice job, Sam! Knew you were gonna nail this mission.”

“Now I need to clean my mouth with bleach,” Sam cringed.

Bucky scoffed from his seat and Sam threw him a glance, but he didn’t look up.

“Well, I don’t have bleach but I do have mouth wash.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” Sam took the mouthwash from him and went outside to clean his mouth. He used the whole thing, cleaning his mouth multiple times, and came back with the empty bottle. “Sorry. I really needed the whole thing.” He said getting into the back of the van.

“That bad, huh?” Joaquin asked.

“You have no idea.” Sam cringed again.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Joaquin sympathized.

“All in a day’s work,” Sam sighed and took off his jacket, tossing it aside.

“I’ll get us out of here.” Joaquin sat his laptop aside and got out of the van. Sam took his seat, and Bucky still refused to look at him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam asked, getting irritated

“What do you mean?” Bucky grumbled.

“You just disappeared in the middle of the mission.”

“You didn’t look like you needed me,” Bucky threw back. “Aren’t I yesterday’s news?”

“Are you serious?” Sam balked. “You’re mad over that? I had to play a part, Bucky.”

“Didn’t look like you were playing,” Bucky huffed. “You let him shove his tongue in your mouth.”

“I had to!” Sam raised his voice. He was getting angrier by the minute. “I needed to distract him to get the thumb drive!”

“There were other ways you could have done that without kissing the bastard!” Bucky yelled.

“Why does it bother you so much that I kissed him?!” Sam yelled back

“BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU THAT’S WHY!” Bucky practically exploded.

Sam felt his anger dissipate. “W- what?”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed before looking over at him. “I love you, Sam. I have for months now.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Sam asked.

“Because I was scared!” Bucky replied. “But today when I saw you kissing that guy… I lost it. I wanted nothing more than to pull you away from him and kiss you myself. And preferably break his face!”

“I wouldn’t have protested,” Sam said, biting his lips.

“Protested what?” Bucky asked.

“To you punching that asshole’s face,” Sam told him. “And also… to you kissing me.”

Bucky perked up at that. “Really?” He shifted on the makeshift seat and got closer to Sam.

“Really,” Sam confirmed and kissed him.

The two of them ended up on the floor of the van with Bucky on top of Sam as they continued to hungrily kiss each other and explore each other’s mouths. Sam could taste mint toothpaste and coffee on Bucky’s tongue and it mixed with the taste of mint mouth wash on his own tongue. Sam shifted up and his body hit against something, causing it to fall but Bucky was quick to catch it. Sam looked up to find him holding Joaquin’s laptop.

“We should probably wait until we get to my place,” Bucky told him. “Don’t think Torres would appreciate us breaking any of his equipment.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Sam chuckled and kissed Bucky one more time. They sat up on their crates once again. “Oh and Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too,” Sam finally told him.