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PSA: hey everyone. I am back. But I will be low activity from now on. I often put a lot of energy and time into Tumblr and I got burned out. The past few days where I could just check without notifications every five seconds was great. So I am keeping notifications on for only minimal things. I am also going to be high selective for a time being. I will keep all threads in my drafts but be selective.

RULES/info: update: Feb 22. 2025

Muses: updated April 8th, 2024

SFW ONLY

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Info below the cut/ muses and test muses

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mythshire

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here. • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper. • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you. • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.

memepocalypse

Something's Wrong With You (senses)

Eyes

"Can you focus on me?"

"Hey... I'm over here?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Whoa, hey - sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"I'm - I'm right in front of you."

"Can you... can you not see?"

"When did you lose your vision?"

"Hey, it's okay - it's okay. Let me take your hand and lead you."

"Don't be scared - it'll be okay. We'll fix it."

"Don't flinch - I'm going to touch you."

Ears

"Hello? Hellloooo?"

"Are you ignoring me?"

"God, you never pay attention -"

"I'm talking to you!"

"Why aren't you listening?"

"Pay attention!"

"Listen!"

"Can you not hear me or something?"

"Why are you looking at me like that..?"

"What - wait... you can't hear? Why am I saying this you can't hear it."

Mouth

"Why are you making that face? I spent ages cooking that."

"Why are you adding salt to that?"

"Whoa, you're drooling like crazy."

"Are you choking?"

"Bland? How can it be bland?"

"I can't taste anything."

"My mouth just tastes like blood."

"Everything tastes of nothing."

"My tongue's gone numb."

"Bleh."

Nose

"Eugh, can't you smell that?"

"Oh, that smells hideous."

"It reeks in here!"

"You stink."

"I think I broke my nose."

"I can't smell anything?"

"I think I've gone nose-blind."

"Should I... be able to smell anything?"

"I think I burnt my nostril hairs out."

"Everything just smells like smoke."

Feeling

"I think I just burnt my fingerprints off."

"My hands have gone numb."

"I can't - I can't feel anything. At all."

"Are you touching me? I can't tell -"

"Your hands are shaking."

"Okay - if you're going to keep dropping things you need to put them down."

"Can you feel this?"

"I'm going to run my fingers through your hair."

"I'm taking your hand."

"It's okay - it's okay. Just take a breath. The feeling will come back."

vodkasucio

ask me

parismemes

WHY AREN’T WE INTERACTING?

recently i’ve noticed that the rpc seems to have trouble interacting with eachother–and i’ve seen a few of these memes go around, but i thought i’d make another!

❓ — i’m unfamiliar with your muse(s). 😟 — you intimidate me a lot. 📂 — you don’t reblog a lot of memes, and i usually interact through memes. 💡 — you don’t post a lot of opens, and i usually interact through opens. ⌚ — i honestly haven’t gotten around to it yet. 💔 — i ship our muses, and i’m worried that’ll upset you. 📜 — i’m a little intimidated by your writing length/style/formatting. 💤 — you followed me first and i’m waiting for you to make the first move. 🗣️ — i don’t have any ideas for plots readily available. ☀️ — i’ve sent memes/messages to you before, but you ignored them.

manymusesbym

OPEN STARTER: WARNING HYDRA

Lukas has been take. Even though HYDRA is no longer an organization, they still have agents- people who follow their code. Since HYDRA created him with Bucky's and Nat's DNA to be the perfect solder, when he found out- he would always be a target. Even after the fight, the downfall of SHIELD and HYDRA. When Lukas is found, he is bleeding. Small and large cuts on his back- a large cut across his formerly handsome event. His hair has been shaved off, not in a nice and professional way either. The young man couldnt even focus on who was in front of him.

stuffandthangsandangelwings

" It's alright. We'll take it easy. There's a chair around here. It has wheels so you don't have to walk. "

manymusesbym

"No wheelchair." He snaps, shaking his head. Lukas glares at the table in front of him. "Absolutely not. I will take my time." Lukas is healing but the bruising is looking pretty bad. He is still shaking in the chair.

stuffandthangsandangelwings

Dean loved him the moment he found him on his doorstep. He was barely 17 at the time. It was one of the rare occasions they were allowed to stay somewhere longer than a few days. John took off on a hunt leaving Dean to care for his brother. Which was a normal occurrence. What wasn't was when a baby in a basket showed up on their motel doorstep.

The moment he looked at his face; Dean wanted to keep him forever. The note said he was Dean's but the little birthmark,matching Dean's that confirmed it.

Sure he was young; but he was already raising Sammy. He could handle raising another boy.

By the time John returned he was actually doing a wonderful job of raising the baby --Evan---Dean had decided to name him.

It didn't matter how good of a job he was doing. John took Evan from Dean. It didn't matter how much he begged his dad. One moment Dean was a single , teen dad....then he wasn't.

****

Dean never stopped thinking about the son he had out there. About what could have been. He looked for him as best he could. But he didn't have much to go on.

That was until he saw the viral video of a firefighter in San Francisco. Dean knew it was his son. He knew it with his whole heart. It did help that he seemed to have the birthmark still--Dean's had lightened up and disappeared over the years.

Cas was there to help prove it. He sat with Dean as the clip played. " That is your son Dean." He confirmed. " Would you like to meet him ? I know how much he meant to you. How much being forced to let him go affected you."

" Please." Dean begged looking at the angel. A simple touch to his forehead and then he and Cas where right in front of the fire station.

He pecked the angel on the cheek. " Thanks, Cas. Do you want to go with me?" Cas shook his head. " You should talk to him first on your own. But then I will. Now go meet your son. Just call me and I'll come." With that the angel disappeared.

Dean took a deep breath and walked into the fire station.

@manymusesbym

stuffandthangsandangelwings

Dean chuckled. " Nope. I think Sam is so tall because I made sure he ate and got everything he needed growing up. And he just shot up like a tree." He smiled. " Bobby was a friend of my dad's . So we've always know him. And Cas well he's been watching me my whole life. But we met after he pulled me out of Hell. Literally."

manymusesbym

Buck raises an eyebrow at that. He shakes his head with a small smile. "How did you end up in Hell?" He asks softly. "You are a good man, Papa. You made sure Sam always had what he needed. You raised him." He says quietly. "He's your first kid."

stuffandthangsandangelwings

" I made a deal--to save him. I'd do anything for family. You have no idea." He smiled at his son. " I'd die for you , kid. " he gives him a sad smile. " He is. That's why I thought I could raise you. "

manymusesbym

Buck smiles at Dean, sadly. He squeezes his arm as they are moving through LA traffic. "Since I learned about you, I keep thinking. What if you did raise me?" He admits. "I would never ask that Papa. I would rather you live and protect other people."

stuffandthangsandangelwings

He smiled. " If I raised you I could have done both. You would have been a hunter like me--well if you wanted to be. I wouldn't force you into that life."

manymusesbym

Buck smiles. "Thank you Papa." He admits. "Can you tell me about some of your hunts? I keep researching different cryptids but I dont know if they are real."

stuffandthangsandangelwings

Dean loved him the moment he found him on his doorstep. He was barely 17 at the time. It was one of the rare occasions they were allowed to stay somewhere longer than a few days. John took off on a hunt leaving Dean to care for his brother. Which was a normal occurrence. What wasn't was when a baby in a basket showed up on their motel doorstep.

The moment he looked at his face; Dean wanted to keep him forever. The note said he was Dean's but the little birthmark,matching Dean's that confirmed it.

Sure he was young; but he was already raising Sammy. He could handle raising another boy.

By the time John returned he was actually doing a wonderful job of raising the baby --Evan---Dean had decided to name him.

It didn't matter how good of a job he was doing. John took Evan from Dean. It didn't matter how much he begged his dad. One moment Dean was a single , teen dad....then he wasn't.

****

Dean never stopped thinking about the son he had out there. About what could have been. He looked for him as best he could. But he didn't have much to go on.

That was until he saw the viral video of a firefighter in San Francisco. Dean knew it was his son. He knew it with his whole heart. It did help that he seemed to have the birthmark still--Dean's had lightened up and disappeared over the years.

Cas was there to help prove it. He sat with Dean as the clip played. " That is your son Dean." He confirmed. " Would you like to meet him ? I know how much he meant to you. How much being forced to let him go affected you."

" Please." Dean begged looking at the angel. A simple touch to his forehead and then he and Cas where right in front of the fire station.

He pecked the angel on the cheek. " Thanks, Cas. Do you want to go with me?" Cas shook his head. " You should talk to him first on your own. But then I will. Now go meet your son. Just call me and I'll come." With that the angel disappeared.

Dean took a deep breath and walked into the fire station.

@manymusesbym

stuffandthangsandangelwings

Dean chuckled. " Nope. I think Sam is so tall because I made sure he ate and got everything he needed growing up. And he just shot up like a tree." He smiled. " Bobby was a friend of my dad's . So we've always know him. And Cas well he's been watching me my whole life. But we met after he pulled me out of Hell. Literally."

manymusesbym

Buck raises an eyebrow at that. He shakes his head with a small smile. "How did you end up in Hell?" He asks softly. "You are a good man, Papa. You made sure Sam always had what he needed. You raised him." He says quietly. "He's your first kid."

stuffandthangsandangelwings

" I made a deal--to save him. I'd do anything for family. You have no idea." He smiled at his son. " I'd die for you , kid. " he gives him a sad smile. " He is. That's why I thought I could raise you. "

manymusesbym

Buck smiles at Dean, sadly. He squeezes his arm as they are moving through LA traffic. "Since I learned about you, I keep thinking. What if you did raise me?" He admits. "I would never ask that Papa. I would rather you live and protect other people."

manymusesbym

OPEN STARTER: WARNING HYDRA

Lukas has been take. Even though HYDRA is no longer an organization, they still have agents- people who follow their code. Since HYDRA created him with Bucky's and Nat's DNA to be the perfect solder, when he found out- he would always be a target. Even after the fight, the downfall of SHIELD and HYDRA. When Lukas is found, he is bleeding. Small and large cuts on his back- a large cut across his formerly handsome event. His hair has been shaved off, not in a nice and professional way either. The young man couldnt even focus on who was in front of him.

stuffandthangsandangelwings

He nods. " Take your time. "

manymusesbym

Lukas grabs the chair, he takes deep breath. He sits down. "Sorry. I was feeling dizzy."

radical-revolution

thoughtkick

“Focus on what you can do rather than what you can’t. Small steps turn into miles.”

— Unknown

notgonnabesubtle

@manymusesbym

“Shh… it’s okay,” Pepper gently rocked Morgan in her arms. The infant was about six months old and extremely cranky at the moment. Tony had gone to visit Bruce down in Mexico for the weekend and Pepper insisted they’d be fine. However, little Morgan decided this was the weekend she was going through a sleep regression. She had been trying to give her daughter a bottle when FRIDAY announced someone was coming up the driveway.

It wasn’t often they got visitors at the cabin, so Pepper looked out the kitchen window to see Lukas coming up the steps. Opening the door, she offered him a smile. “Hey… it’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

notgonnabesubtle

Pepper was so happy to hear Lukas laughing. It had been a rocky start to this little outing and she hoped that maybe he would find a little reprieve while he was here. When she heard his question, she nodded. “He did… it’s in her nursery right now,” she promised. “We don’t use it often because I don’t want to ruin it, but we did take some pictures with her laying on it. Once she’s a little older, I’ll make sure she gets to use it. Honestly, I think she’s going to love it.”

She looked over at Lukas and smiled at him. “I sort of owe you a thank you… I was really worried about having Morgan. I worried if I’d be good at it. But I thought back to when I would watch you and how I gained your trust and figured that maybe I would be pretty good at it.”

manymusesbym

Lukas smiles at her. He takes her hand and squeezes it gently. He is just glad that Morgan got the blanket. He wasnt aure if Tony would throw it away. "I promise you I will make her as many blankets as she wants." He admits.

He takes Morgan back, cooing softly to the baby so she doesn't wake up. He looks at his Aunt. "You are an amazing Mom. You always have been a good aunt to me. I am glad i could be practice for you." He chuckles. "When she gets old enough, all I ask is you put her in therapy. That way she can learn about emotions and how manage them."

thoughtkick

“The opinions that are held with passion are always those for which no good ground exists; indeed the passion is the measure of the holder’s lack of rational conviction.”

— Bertrand Russell, Sceptical Essays

lighthouse-on-the-sea

Anthony Head and his pink Nintendo DS

The pink Nintendo DS has now it’s own fanfic

reminders-to-drink-water

It is water time, fill a bottle and keep it near you if you haven't! Remember that adding flavor or drinking juice also works if you prefer

perfectfeelings

“Just because things hadn’t gone the way I’d planned didn’t necessarily mean they’d gone wrong.”

— Unknown

perfectquote

“People aren’t always what you want them to be. Sometimes they disappoint you or let you down, but you have to give them a chance first. You can’t just meet someone and expect them to be everything you’re looking for and then be angry when they’re not every hope and aspiration you projected onto them. It’s foolish to believe that someone will be what you imagine them to be. And sometimes, when you give them a chance, they turn out to be better than you imagined. Different, but better.”

— Chloe Rattray

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