"Well, I think you're pretty great, Jax."
"... You really mean that, don't you?"
Decided I wasn't quite done with that one pair of drawings from my funnybunny sketches series. I love the bar scene a whole lot, and I think if they had been able to stay longer, Jax and Pomni would have been there talking all night long.
Thinking of writing a fic with a scene like this soon!
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For final Man to die au! Question about the au /Advise to Odyessus
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How many years afterwards been since main events and how old would Odyessus be right now in modern area
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Odyessus just want to check up on how you been also...I know this talk won't be much but so far what I've been seeing their many stages of coping and grief but one thing people forget to add is truly acceptance of life
You don't have to forget what happen at all or don't stop blaming yourself at all but in truth
Sometimes got to accept the past and often what happen in your life because it going keep on hurting when you keep on staying in a cycle of grief and pain
Sure sometimes days are going be a good and bad but in truth that just life and where all living
What I'm trying say is it going be your choice want to get better or not
What makes you happy and fills you up all depends on how you want to spend your life as well try make best out of it after all one new thing you can gain is brand new memories you decided and choice to make because those are never going anywhere
Anyways hope your doing okay here basket of assorted bake goods and cookies I made today
Don't got take my advise to heart in the end advise just something from one person opinion
HAVEN'T YOU SUFFERED ENOUGH?
It's your choice on whether you get better or not.
So can you? Can you accept that you were carved into what you've become by necessity? By survival? Can you accept that you're going to carry that weight?
Through it all.
Through everything.
Can't you accept that people will cry for you?
Can't you accept that people will breathe for you?
Three thousand years.
Three thousand years, and you still carry this poison in you.
All of the pain you've been through... the world dark around you...
But you wouldn't accept the light at the end of the tunnel regardless.
You'd rather stay in your ashes. In your pile of bodies. You rather the blood of people long since passed drown you. You speak as if your pain was righteous.
You believe those who convinced you that your survival requires penance.
And now you've been in this hole others have dug for you and made it home.
What does it change, Nobody?
... Nothing.
Everyone's still dead. And your grief doesn't bring them back.
There's a phrase. A phrase that everyone knows. Memento Mori.
Remember you will die.
But no one ever remembers the ending of the phrase. You don't remember the ending to that phrase.
Memento Vivere.
Remember to live.
So live for them, Odysseus.
It's your choice on whether you get better or not.
the other night i had a dream i asked something like “how come you always tell me to talk and you rarely do?” and he replied “i like your voice more.” so we know bucky is the “ask for what you want type,” but do you think he’s more or less verbal than her in bed? he’s generally quiet, do you think maybe that leads to him talking dirty more?
Oh, I love this, because I do often write about him dirty talking.
I think we all know that Bucky only speaks when he absolutely has to and even then, it's usually something sarcastic or cynical. Also, Bucky isn’t the best with words. Yes, he can lie and manipulate well, but most of that is body language and perception. It’s fascinating how few words he has to utilise to get what he wants. His skill is mainly in listening and observing and most people know this about him, so they let him.
Just as most people have the good sense to be somewhat on their guard around him, especially when Bucky doesn’t bother to be sly about keeping a close eye on everyone and everything. But he has never really been able to unnerve you. Or… Maybe he has, but it only made you talk more. You share unapologetically and you ramble and you show most of your emotions. At first, he thought it was foolish to be so open and vulnerable. Now, he can see it has probably saved your life (and others’ lives) more times than he can count. With you living, speaking and feeling so out in the open, he doesn’t have to pay so much attention to you.
And yet…
The man cannot stop himself from paying attention to you. Everything else just kind of blurs. It mostly amuses everyone around Bucky how distracted he gets. They pull petty little pranks when he isn’t paying attention. And they fail awkwardly, because Bucky might be smitten, but he’s still a trained soldier.
So yes, Bucky is quiet and you’ve always known that about him. You expected him to be more quiet in bed, too. But he has learned that he loves how responsive you are and it just so happens that you get more responsive when he speaks to you. When Bucky has his tongue buried between your legs or his cock hitting your cervix, he usually grounds you by splaying a wide palm over your back, or thigh, or tummy. However, Bucky has found he likes the way you shudder when he mumbles against your neck or the shell of your ear. He likes how you can only respond with a soft mewl when he uses his voice.
Sometimes he asks you a question and then drives his cock into you with a thorough thrust at the end, making you writhe under him and choke on air. Then he nuzzles his nose over your pulse with a soft laugh. “Who’s the quiet one now, huh?”
You want to answer him, you do, but fuck– his fingers are at your clit and his teeth bite into your collar bone and he’s moaning and– and– Oh God… But he talks you through it. Every step of the way. Teasing. Coaxing. Soothing. Praising.
“That’s the spot.”
“Look at you,” when your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Hug me tighter, sweetheart,” he’ll groan when you clench around him tightly. “Fuck. Good girl.”
“That’s my girl,” when you come. And the sounds you make - that will have him nearly go blind with pleasure. “There you go. Keep coming for me.”