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Honest question
Why do we as a collective bash on straight white people and group them together with the bad ones? Isnāt that why we are fighting for the things we are fighting for? Take this sentence for example: āI hate white peopleā what a laugh right? Now take this sentence āI hate Mexican peopleā god awful. People are people no matter what color, even white. We should stop judging people on their skin tones if we want equality.
Just need to rant
Why is it that any advance in diabetes research is only towards type 2? Why is it that people think that type 2 is the only type? Why is it that the article I just read about insulin only addressed type 2? There are 4 types of diabetes people. Type 1 gets overlooked by everyone and itās a far more serious condition than type 2. Iām not saying 2 isnāt serious and shouldnāt be taken as such, Iām saying that people with type 1 have no way of lessening the severity of their diabetic condition. Type 2 generally speaking will regress due to life style change. Type 1 is forever and cannot regress no matter how much of a life style change one makes. Why? Why donāt people realize that there are actually 4 types of diabetes and they act different! Type 1- auto immune disorder dormant in the body since birth. Type 1.5- developed due to trauma of the pancreas. Type 2- generally a weight/age based condition. Type 3- alcoholic induced diabetes. STOP FOCUSING ON ONLY ONE TYPE! THATS LIKE FOCUSING ON ONE TYPE OF CANCER! Sorry I had to rant
Gypsy- Part 2
Part 2
A/N: hey guys so this is a short chapter I know but trust me it will pick up into longer chapters. Please feel free to let me know what you think and if you have any requests drop into my ask box or my fan fic email [email protected]
Pairing: Bucky/reader M/F
I stood outside Avengers tower looking at the pool of pure clear water that lapped at the glass edges of its confinement. Tony had the pool built out of plexiglass and designed it so the edge of the pool stuck out beyond that of the concrete. I set my towel down on one of the lounge chairs in the sun so it would be warm when I got out. Glancing around the patio to make sure I was alone I gripped the bottom of my shirt. Thankfully I was alone for a little bit, I loved the team but sometimes it was just so overwhelming. I pulled my shirt up and over my head before folding it and setting it on the same lounge. I looked at my metal arm and frowned hard. Sometimes I can imagine it being a normal arm, not some type of killing machine constantly reminding me of everything Iāve done. I touched the scar tissue softly and winced a bit. Sometimes it still hurts but Iām supposed to be the worlds most dangerous assassin so I ignore it as much as I can. The only thing that really helps is the water and Iām always thankful that Tony has more pools than people. I slowly sunk myself into the warm water and let out the deepest sigh. The way the water caressed my joints and tense muscles put me at ease instantly. I took a breath and slid my way under the waters surface to look at the street below. I watched for a moment as people walked by going on with their daily lives until someone caught my eye. A woman who seemed very small from up here was staring directly at me. I couldnāt see her face because of the distance but I was 100% sure she was staring at me. I floated there looking at her for several moments until my lungs started to ache. Quickly I pushed myself to the surface and gulped down a couple mouthfuls of air before I launched myself back to the bottom of the pool. Unfortunately the woman was gone and yet she didnāt leave my mind. I did a couple laps around until Steve came out to talk to me about my sparing. Apparently some of the partners Iāve had have been complaining that Iām going too hard on them. Steve suggested I spar with him since he would be able to take a hit or two better than a regular person. I agreed but mentally I was screaming at Steve to stop treating me like Iām going to break if he looks at me wrong. I wanted to mention the woman to him but I just know he wouldnāt know how to act. I can tell he is still afraid of letting me leave the tower, and if I mentioned a girl to him Iām sure he would shit a brick in a second.
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The city had always been so fascinating to you. The huge buildings, all the people, the art and music all looked like they came from something you would dream of as a child. Over the years you noticed cities growing exponentially and it gave you a swell of hope in your heart that some day youād make it out of this life alive. Though you knew that was just naive thinking. You shook your head slightly and focused at the task at hand. Currently you were dressed as a civilian in jeans and a tee shirt scoping out the base of the tower. From the looks of the security detail you guessed this would be a longer mission. Either Stark was smart or paranoid and you couldnāt decide which was better. You noticed several balconies jutting out from the building and a few of them had pools. There was one large one that had a complete glass pool that sat comfortably surrounded by concrete keeping it safely above the streets. You squinted your eyes slightly and noticed a figure swimming around in the pool. A slight flash of metal and you knew it was your target. He seemed to be enjoying himself and it made you grin thinking about how he should be enjoying his last few days. He sunk to the bottom and looked directly at you through the glass 50 stories above you. He seemed to be interested in you as you could see him start to falter in his need for air. He pushed the bottom of his feet against the glass and propelled himself up to the surface. You let your grin fall and decided to keep walking this time checking out the cameras across the street from the tower. You felt a slight surge of excitement as you mapped out every ally, camera and window surrounding the tower. Sargent James Buchanan Barnes was going to be the most thrilling target youāve ever had the pleasure of exterminating.
Hey, I just saw your post about taking requests. Can you write a story where reader was jokers girlfriend but he left her for Harley but years later he finds out that she has married with Tony Stark. Maybe there will be a reunion and he regrets leaving her so much because he actually loved her more than Harley. If it is okay with you?
Iām so sorry it took me 100000 years but I will get started on this if you still want it!! Let me know! :)
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Gypsy- part 1
Reader is a tool for hydra, and has been treated as such. What will happen when she gets treated as a person? Will she fall back into hydraās grasp? Will she prevail? Or will it all fall apart before it has the chance to really begin?
TRIGGER WARNING
SLOW BURN WARNING
I will make a point to give warnings before anything heavy happens!
Pairing: m/f Bucky Barnes/reader
AN: hey guys this is my first post in literally like a year and Iād love for any comments, likes! Feel free to share and let me know if you enjoy it, should I continue? Also if you enjoy my work check out my AO3 under Kraketan. (Also I donāt own a computer so all this was written on my phone, sorry guys! Also looking for a beta if anyone is interested!)
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Four walls, one door, no windows. Count the seconds go by with the deafening ticking of the clock imbedded into the wall. How long has it been? Hours maybe, days? Who knows anymore. Everyone is trapped here, even the scientists who run the place. Everyone knows that you canāt escape hydra, not once theyāve deemed you valuable in some way. When they have squeezed every last drop of useful from you they throw you away like trash. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. No other sounds penetrate the 7 inches of solid concrete that house you. Wether it was to keep you in or them out is beyond your knowledge. You have spent a lot of your life in this cold damp cell. Being put on ice then thawed out more times than you can count. You were good at what you did though, so at least you still had value. However you doubt they would be able to take you down easy when you stopped complying. Eventually your brain will turn to mush from the constant freezing and thawing, not to mention the complete rewiring of your brain just to be scrubbed clean again and again. That was the part you hated the most, relearning those stupid words. Youāve been conditioned so deeply that no matter what language those words were uttered you would comply. Itās like your mind would shut you out and use you to do terrible things. It wasnāt always like this though, sometimes you can recall the life before. Green hills, the smell of wild flowers, even some faces. A woman that was probably your mother brushing your hair into tight beautiful braids, another girl sitting right next to you that looked like a mirror. Both of you clad in red and gray dresses, completely barefoot. You felt happy though you shared a small tent with three other women, they always loved to put metal bands on your wrists and ankles so when you danced they would make a small sound. Those days are gone now though, forgotten somewhere in the last 100 years of your miserable existence. The first memory you have of being here felt like twenty lifetimes ago. You can still feel the frozen steel cutting into your feet as you walked into a vault hidden far into the Bulgarian mountain range. A deal, thatās what they offered your parents. 1,000 lev for one of their 7 children. They promised education, money, a better life, a chance at being more than just a gypsy. The decided you would be the one to go, you would be the one to make money for the family. You would come back and teach them to read and write and even take some siblings to school.
When you arrived at the vault they told you that they would train you into a super spy. That your country would sing of your praises, you would not fail. So young and naive you fell for everything the told you. They did make good on some promises, they educated you to read and write in 7 different languages. They taught you all about history, technology, war. They explained that the country was on the brink of war over a piece of land, how you would learn from this war. You did, you learned far more than you ever thought or wanted to. You learned how to shoot, how to strategize, even how to kill. You donāt remember how old you were when you first took a life. You were young, havenāt even hit puberty. You still had dreams of good things and fantasies about being a dancer. You often wondered what he dreamt of, how old he was, the man that you killed. He was young too, hardly had any hair on his face. He was scared, and clutched a picture of a woman so tight in his fist. You looked into his eyes as he laid there wounded on the battle field, bones of his leg protruding out thanks to the generals horse. One of your teachers got down on a knee and whispered in your ear how he was a bad man who wanted your family to move away into the land where nothing grows. He said you could save them, if you killed him. The man stood up and handed you a large piece of steel, they called it a bayonet. They told you to drive it into the young mans throat, to keep him from hurting your family. They wouldnāt let you go until you did it. They threatened to keep food from you and to take the man to your family. With tears pouring down your cheeks you ran the bayonet into the bump on the mans throat. His eyes widened and he stared directly into yours. He reached towards you but died before his fingers could meet your small hands.
There had been many killings since that day. Maybe even hundreds, youāve lost count after all these years. You had grown up in this life and believed to be doomed to live it until hydra fell. When that day comes you donāt have any hope of making it out alive. You looked at your feet snuggly fitted into a pair of black combat boots. What a fine pair of shoes, how you would have loved to earn them by money and not blood. Your eyes slowly traveled up your legs to the field gray tactical pants with more pockets and zippers than you ever thought possible, however empty they may be at the moment. You slid your hands across the fabric on your torso, skin tight long sleeved top with the weird thumb holes you enjoyed. Why was everything black all the time you wondered. Your back and bottom were starting to hurt from sitting on the cold ground, and you considered getting up. Until the door creaked open, heavy and daunting it slowly inches open to show a man in a stark white lab coat and a clipboard. Time to rewire for another mission.
$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think
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āThose poor boysā
āShe deserves to be punished too.ā
āIām not saying I support rape, but-ā
āSorry to say - she deserved it.ā
āShe put herself in harmās wayā
āBut if she was fingered, then thatās not rape.ā
āShe ruined their lives.ā
āWell she didnāt exactly say ānoā..ā
āYea, but did you see what she was wearing?ā
āBoys will be boys!ā
āShe should know better than to drink at a partyā¦ā
Cannot not reblog.
āShe should have tried to enjoyāā
āSheās just saying something now for atten-ā
boy am i glad this has so many notes
āBut heās a dude. Thatās not ra-ā
Ā āHe shouldāve enjoyed it.ā
āShe mustāve lead him on.ā
āBut she orgasmed. That means she liked it -Ā ā
āSheās slept with so many people! Sheās a slut-ā
āGet over it, at least youāre still a virginā
āWomen canāt rape becauseā¦ā
āBe grateful it wasnāt a man!ā
āIām sorry she hurt you but donāt call what happened to you rape, itās an insult to the REAL victimsā¦ā
āYou werenāt raped, youāre just lesbophobic.ā
āShe shouldnāt have posted provocative photos!ā
āShe shouldnāt have been dressed like that ā¦ she was asking for it!ā
āItās the womanās responsibility to not put herself in dangerous situations, she should have been more aware.ā
reblogging because itās gotten even better since last time
I love this post!
āWell he paid for dinner, she kind of owed him.ā
āSheās his wife, itās her job to please him.ā
āOral isnāt rape.ā
āWell he wasnāt armed, she could have walked away.ā
āGuys canāt be raped, they love sex!ā
āShe didnāt fight back; it wasnāt rape.ā
A good post
the day I do not reblog this is the day Iām buried six feet under
the day i do not reblog this is the day iām buried six feet under
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This post is even better than before
Always reblog
I wonder if the Supernatural Fandom can get this Impala to drive all across Tumblr.
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in NYC right now. Where to next?Ā
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North Carolina!
Utah!
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Chiang Mai, Thailand :D fly baby fly!
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Victoria Australia!!!
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Arkansas again!
Florida b*tches
KEEPING IT IN FLORIDA!
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West Virginia!
Wisconsin!
Back in Florida!!
NORTH CAROLINA: ROUND 2!
The Impala really seems to like Virginia
Clifton, Kansas! I believe you said there is a hell gate here!
Chicago again!
Sonoma County, CA :) (Santa Rosa in particular ;) )
We have some wicked ghosts and odd phenomenons (eg. a gravity hill)
RĆ¢mnicu VĆ¢lcea, RomĆ¢nia! Land of witches and vampires!
Welcome to France ! Itās sad but I never saw any Chevy Impala on our roadsā¦
North Carolina
Cali *dabs*
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Ohio!
Cheyenne, Wyoming!!
Being 20+ in fandom environments and constantly seeing discourse about shipping etc is basically just this meme
1. Steve Rogers is not just some dumb soldier who follows orders, he thinks outside the box and asks questions and considers consequences.
2. Peggy Carter had plans to eat that boy alive before he became a delicious roast beefcake in Howard Starkās hottie machine.Ā
3. I donāt understand people who didnāt enjoy this movie.Ā
LAUGHING FOREVER AT #2 BECAUSE PERFECTION
Roast beefcake is just added bonus:
everybody wanted to eat that roast beefcake
Seriously. In the taxi cab she was totally planning on taking his virginity.Ā
And then he got all beefy and she was like āShit. Heart of gold AND pecs that could crack a walnut between them? How am I supposed to deal with this?????ā
The nurse in the background is just thinking āDo it. Do it for all of us. Do himĀ for all of usā
Have only seen this post in screenshots and Iām honored to come across it nowĀ
@shayara ādo him for all of usā bye
proud to reblog this for the tenth time
The real tragedy of that movie was that she never got to bang him for all of us
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I did it. I think
Finding that one fic on AO3 that hits all your kinks, written well, in character, with all the specs you were looking for
Reblog this to find your perfect fic in the next 24 hours.
This is one chain meme Iām willing to chance.
Iām rebloging this a writer in the hopes that one of my fics ticked all of the boxes for some one out there
Yes pleeeeaaase.Ā
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I do it all, fluff, angst, smut
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Please give me something lovelies! Iām feeling the itch and want to do something again! All fandoms, pairings, dynamics, types are welcome!!
