I Just finished my first fanfic!
The question is: is this going to encourage me to finish and post my other WIPs or not? 🙃
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
*posts and runs away*
Misplaced Lens Cap

Origami Around
Jules of Nature

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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if i look back, i am lost
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@numberonestuckyshipper
I Just finished my first fanfic!
The question is: is this going to encourage me to finish and post my other WIPs or not? 🙃
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
*posts and runs away*
ilya promising children cash if they win knowing he's gonna let them win and then asking shane for money because he doesn't have his wallet. he wasn't even an annoying husband yet but he was letting shane know his potential
The first Avenger. Watercolors
he couldn't believe he was being asked if he liked girls
Very funny to imagine that Scott was a role model for Shane not in playing good, consistent hockey but in being a hockey player and captain who wasn’t married with kids by age 22. Shane is looking at him and going, "see, it's perfectly normal to not be interested in women right now or ever spotted with one, to be focused on The Game only, it doesn't make me gay and no one thinks I'm gay and everything is fine."
hockey isn't real. They made it up for that gay sex show
One of the joys of being a stucky fan is watching episode 3 of heated rivalry and just knowing who was who in that original fic
Like
truly few things instantly put me in a bad mood more than humidity
WHY is the fucking AIR out here TOUCHING ME
get OFF
I’m such a weak bitch when it comes to Bucky Barnes
Strong contender for most depressing thing Charlie Brown has ever said
at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly
at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.
at some point in your life you will be adding a small pasta to a soup and you will think "that is not enough small pasta." this is the devil talking. the pasta will absorb the stock and expand. this is how you end up with a soup that is a solid mass of soggy ditalini.
At some point in your life you will be adding garlic to a dish and you will think "that is not enough garlic." These are angels speaking. They are correct. Add more garlic.
day 116 and i’m still fucking pissed off that tony blasted sam in the face after sam flew down to help rhodey and apologized sincerely even though it wan’t his fault
Day 116 and I’m still upset that people don’t understand that Tony doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings and is very reactive so when he sees his best friend almost dies he reacts badly by blasting someone in the face
Was he out of line? Hell yeah but look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t punch/hurt someone that you thought KILLED your best friend
1-800-DID-I-ASK
sam literally did nothing except dodge a blast that the vision sent to kill him. if tony wants to get mad at someone for hurting rhodey why the fuck did he give vision a free pass
day 116 and i’m still exhausted by tony stans jumping through hoops to excuse his shitty behavior
“tony doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings” oh give me a fucking break
“tell me you wouldn’t punch/hurt someone that you thought KILLED your best friend” friday literally confirms that rhodey is alive before sam even lands next to them
also, sam is the only one on the team with actual medical training. if your best friend was hurt, would you blast the only person who could help them in the fucking face?
honestly, sam wilson deserves better than this fandom
Random military fact: IT’S ILLEGAL UNDER THE GENEVA CONVENTIONS TO SHOOT ENEMY MEDICS UNLESS THEY ARE BRANDISHING A WEAPON
…didn’t steve react poorly to people with intent to injure bucky? i didn’t see the movie but… isn’t… that the whole premise?
…..No. Not comparable at all. Probably should watch something before talking about, but since you’re here
Bucky (Steve’s best friend since he was a tiny child) was going to be shot on sight, no trial, for a crime Steve wasn’t even sure he had committed. All this after Bucky was turned into an assassin against his will after being a POW. You know, not his fault at all, all that jazz. So Steve “reacting poorly” was trying to save his best friend’s life.
Tony reacting poorly, in this particular instance (oh man, there are SO many instances though), was him ATTACKING a man who was in no way involved in putting his friend’s life at risk. In fact, Sam was the intended target and, despite that, still chose to try and save Rhodey…the man who ordered the shot at Sam to begin with.
In simpler words: Steve acted quickly to save someone from being killed because he didn’t see another option.
Tony reacted to a situation that had already happened by attacking someone who was not an active threat, because taking his emotions out on others is his MO.
To add on to the above comment (Tumblr won’t let me tag them) it should also be pointed out that Steve went to bring Bucky in, saying that he was the person least likely to die in the attempt of apprehending the Winter Soldier. He went to Bucharest not to save Bucky’s life, but the lives of the officers going after him.
Remember, at that point in time, Steve had no indication that Bucky hadn’t reverted to his old ways and he might have possibly been a danger to those around him. Steve was there to stop him and to prevent as many casualties as possible.
As for the whole Tony situation, if he can’t control his emotions enough to think and act rationally while wielding a weaponized suit of armor, than he shouldn’t be wearing it in the first place.
If one more person says “Wouldn’t you try to hurt someone if your friend got injured uwu???” I’m going to go feral
1) I hope to the good God in Heaven that I don’t lash out in anger for literally no reason like that (although with my temper it is likely I would say something hurtful).
2) Even if I did, that doesn’t mean it’s okay. Even if my temper got the best of me and I lashed out with fists or words, that doesn’t mean it’s okay to do so. I would be in the wrong, and I would (rightfully) apologize. My emotions do not give me a pass to hurt others.
3) Tony Stark is a grown ass man wearing a suit of extremely dangerous weapons. His “lashing out” can have even worse consequences than a normal person’s response. Therefore, he should be extra careful of his actions. Even the slightest mistake on his part could cost lives.
4) Sam was not a threat. He was not armed, not acting suspicious; in fact, he was vulnerable to attack because he let his guard down. Plus, he risked his own life to catch Rhodey. Tony attacked him because he was angry and Sam was there. That’s it. And that is inexcusable, period.
5) SAM FUCKING WILSON DIDN’T TOUCH RHODEY. HE DIDN’T FIRE THE SHOT, HE DIDN’T FORCE RHODEY TO GET HIT, HE DIDN’T TRY TO KILL RHODEY OR HARM HIM IN ANY WAY DIRECTLY PRIOR TO AND DURING THIS SCENE. SAM WAS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR RHODEY’S INJURIES IN ANY WAY. HE WAS COMPLETELY INNOCENT.
6) If Tony lashed out at the person actually responsible (Vision), and if he realized it was wrong to do so, then maybe I would be more understanding. As it is, he’s an asshole.
7) Which bring me to another point: Tony didn’t apologize. He never apologized for almost killing Sam.
By samioli their own logic this means that Steve can deck Tony in the face really hard and slam him unconscious, because Steve was just trying to get away and then this asshole came and shot his friend Sam. Steve has emotions too so now he’s justified to fucking deck Tony Stark, you said it yourself.
Tony stans: yeah it was out of line for Tony to react like that, but it’s only bc he was so emotional volatile!
Also Tony Stans: wouldn’t you react in the same exact way? It’s a reasonable response
Uhh no. I learned when I was 5 years old that hitting other people just because I’m upset is wrong, so I can say for a fact that no, I would not physically lash out at someone for ANY situation.
If I as an actual child could learn to control my temper then I think the full grown adult Tony Stark can do the same.
you know what? fuck it, man. the world is held in the fists of people who like to break things. at this point i’m saying who gives a shit. wear that victorian dress you don’t have an excuse for. dress up like a witch, pointed hat and all. who cares anymore. why worry about it when there’s bigger stuff to worry on. i’m saying. yeah, this lipstick is too dark, wanna share? i’m saying go talk to her, tell her that you like her hair. i’m saying she’s out of my league but i’m still swinging, i’m saying yeah i’m in a ballgown and it’s a pta meeting. what about it. eat the extra brownie, tell her your feelings. i’m saying if nothing matters than we might as well give nothing meaning.
#i’m saying if existence is a void at least i’m going down screaming.
it’s been 9 years since i wrote this. i was experiencing 24/7 anxiety so badly that i needed serious medication. these days in the back of my car is an “emergency party box.” when people admit they no longer really celebrate their birthday; i tell them to put the sash on and queue up kesha, we’re going bowling or something. these days i can’t spin around without finding something i am enamored with. these days i list 3 things i’m grateful for before i fall asleep. you’re probably one of them, just by virtue of you existing.
at the time i wrote this, i was suffering through a severe panic attack literally every night. i tortured my brother with constant 2 AM calls just to hear someone else breathing, because i couldn’t be alone in the silence.
i rarely wish i was still 23 even though ironically i had more hope back then. what i can tell you is this: i love the same way, but bigger now. i’ve worn the velvet cape to several business meetings. i spent thursday in a crop top without caring what my stomach looked like.
i told her i like her; i often dress as a witch. i still got glass in my foot this morning. i’ve kissed maybe a thousand people since then and met a million more than that; passing like the shadow of a hammerhead in trains and planes and buses.
i saw you, beloved, there, maybe, on platform in south station. you didn’t speak, but you said: i struggle to give the nothing meaning. the nothing fills up everything. it is just loud and yellowed panicked silence. i can’t stop shaking.
on the roof, birds curl together against the chilled spring wind. the sky outside of the craft store was an iridescent pink. the nothing already had meaning; you are giving it meaning by witnessing.
the act of living, beloved: it’s just decoding how to translate it.
i fucking hated your shoelaces this entire time
for the uninitiated
a lot of writing is sort of watching the film in your head like oh sorry can’t write the chapter yet i have to repeat hallucinate the dialogue first
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