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I thought Mekhi Phifer accepted the award?
Pretty sure it was Luis Resto who accepted it :)

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katsdisturbed replied to your post: @abnormalmind777​ replied to your post “People not...
I thought Mekhi Phifer accepted the award?
Pretty sure it was Luis Resto who accepted it :)
I’m gonna get skewered for this, but it made me laugh. When your screen does a thing. Tony’s talking and Steve walks in looking like a boss, wondering if he heard his name.
I just finished rereading The Ghosts of Who I Used to Be. It is just as good the second time as it was the first. It's the best Bucky/Steve recovery fic I have ever read, and I wanted to thank you for that. It is such a beautiful piece of storytelling.
Oh my God, wow, that’s SO sweet of you to say!!!!! I’ve been knee deep in working on the coda fic (Wandered Here From Far Away) for one of my RBBs and conspiring with @lucidnancyboy on both the story and the art for it, and it’s been a lot of fun to revisit the guys and dig more into what life would be like for them now that Steve’s slowly coming to terms with the idea that he can have a life of peace with Bucky. :)Â
And, because I think I owe everyone a new snippet, here goes:
James threw off the sheet and walked into the open, airy kitchen. Â Steve, barefoot and bare-chested, with sleep-tousled hair and sleep lines creasing one cheek, was standing at the counter with a mug in hand, staring at the coffeepot like it held the secrets to the universe. Â For a moment, James saw a younger, shorter and smaller version of Steve standing the exact same way in a much more cramped kitchen, and the two images blurred together in a kaleidoscope of home and family and warmth.
James drank him in like water, from the scruffiness of his beard to the frayed hem of his sleep pants, every inch of him precious and perfect, and there was nothing James wouldn't do to make sure Steve stayed here, safe and loved, right where James could keep an eye on him.
"You know that coffee doesn't really work on either of us, right?"
Steve's shoulders lifted as he huffed out a tiny chuckle, but he leaned into the touch when James came up behind him and placed a hand at the small of his back. Â "Says the man who runs nine miles every day for a cup of French press."
"Yeah, but it's really good French press," James replied, and pressed a kiss to Steve's shoulder, breathed in the faint hint of sweat and sleep and sex. Â
Steve turned easily in his arms, and their lips met, nice and easy, a little sour, but James wouldn't change a thing. Â Steve's eyes, blue and clear, were steady on his when he leaned back. Â "You okay?" he asked, tucking a stray bit of hair behind James' ear.
"Yeah, I just...the usual nightmares." Â He didn't elaborate; he didn't need to.
"And I wasn't there when you woke up," Steve replied, with a wince. Â "I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine." James rested a hand over Steve's heart, felt the reassuring beat under his palm. Â "I panicked, but that's on me."
"I should have been there."
"Okay, stop." Â James pushed ever so slightly on Steve's chest. Â Just enough to make his point. Â "I don't need you babysitting me or guarding me while I'm asleep, and I don't need you to feel guilty every time I have a bad dream."
"But I want to be here for you."
"You are." Â James slid his arms around Steve's hips, drew him close. Â "You feel pretty real to me."
"Okay," Steve said, even though he didn't sound convinced. Â But he wrapped his own arms around James' waist and rubbed their lips together. Â James sank into both the kiss and the embrace, and gave a contented sigh when they parted.
I read a fic quite awhile ago, I don't remember much about it, except Bucky rarely talked. But was pretty well adjusted for all that. Also I remember that Steve and Bucky were living with Sam for a bit. And Bucky was break dancing at one point. I really want to read it again but can't find it. I don't know if you can help, but if you can that would be so awesome. Thanks in advance even if you have no luck.
Every Door Opens by notoska or it’s sequel is coming to mind
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Oh honey. I am so so sorry. Take comfort in the love you gave that kittie over the years. Moose could not have had anyone better to care for them. And also try to take comfort in knowing that you were loved in return.
And now she's with Freddie so i know he'll take good care of her đź’ś Its rough, but i did the right thing before she got worse.
katsdisturbed replied to your post “Working from home today; don’t teach on Fridays. Sooooo happy about...”
You need a new doctor. Babe look, if your shoes don't fit, what do you do? You get different shoes. This doc is obviously not a good fit. Get a new one. One who will help you and LISTEN to you. It's hard to believe but they are out there.
I do. I know. But finding one seems so ... exhausting? overwhelming? useless? I can’t begin to know how to start and I don’t know if I have the energy to try three or four or twenty until I find them.Â