five years!!! five years!!! bucky and i have been together for five years today!!!!!

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five years!!! five years!!! bucky and i have been together for five years today!!!!!
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the fact that the confederacy only lasted for five years and they got their ass kicked for every single one of them is completely hilarious to think about. imagine a racist infant wanting to own slaves so much it commits treason and then it just gets bodyslammed its whole goddamn life until it croaks at the ripe old age of five. that’s the thing so many white dudes have been running around putting up racist monuments to. a fucking toddler of a political movement. incredible.
Y'all I legit have not written fanfic (or anything for that matter) [kicks novel I've planned but not written a word of under the bed] since I was like- 17??? and I sincerely doubt I'm any better at it now (I don't wanna hear that "I'm sure it was fine" bullshit, I recently went back and read it, I sucked) Main reason of this being I don't have the patience or motivation for it so I end up hating the whole process, BUT Sleep Token be making me have Ideas™
Not saying I'm going to, but I need y'all to understand how strong their chokehold ha on me is.
These sad British bastards make me want to WRITE
incredibly harrowing lining up the dates and realizing that me seeing thancred for the first time in 2019 predates BOTH of my pathetic man jrpg rogue class OCs that i’m obsessed with
partner was like "wanna go to --- for our anniversary dinner?"
yeah sure
"okay, i've made reservations for wednesday."
THAT SOON?
Yesterday was my five year anniversary at work and in a couple of days it will be one year since I had my face rearranged with a bone saw. Something about working twelves and living mostly at night seems to throw time into warp speed.