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mewlexic - gender related to the word "mew"
kitlexic - gender related to the word "kit"
barklexic - gender related to the word "bark"
rufflexic - gender related to the word "ruff"
wooflexic - gender related to the word "woof"
coined by horror system!
lmk if any gender/identity/etc. are like these
none have flags yet i might make them later not sure, but you can make your own if you desire !
Woofgender
~ A wolf-based gender that is small but strong, like a wolf pup.
!!Pronoun Ideas!! -- woof/woofs pup/pups paw/paws yip/yips bab/babys 🐾/🐾s 🌓/🌓s
please I desperately want to hear your thoughts on saiyan biochemistry now
theory: every single mitochondria in a saiyan’s body has to be capable of independently going super saiyan just to avoid combusting from the overwhelming oxidative stress of day-to-day saiyan existence
have u ever just sat and thought about how amazing sambucky is? it's v powerful and i highly recommend it
My friend, you speak the moste powerfulle truthe. Sam being sleepy in the morning and going to take a swig of OJ from the bottle and nearly has a heart attack when Bucky says “Use a fuckin’ glass, Wilson” because when did he come into the kitchen Sam swore he was still in bedBucky makes hydraulic noises with his mouth whenever he flips someone off with his left hand (always), just because it sends Sam into hysterics every single time and he loves to see Sam laughSam and Bucky team up to dump a bunch of crickets in Steve’s bathroom during their prank war. He knows what he did. Sam sends Bucky an “ok” emoji after every mission to let him know Sam’s okay. Bucky hardly sleeps until he hears Sam’s special message tone ping (it’s a falcon screech and all their friends hate it)Bucky always says “incoming” when he goes to hug Sam from behind, or spoon him in bed, because of that time Sam was startled and panicked because he thought he was being attacked.Sam brushes up on his therapeutic massage skills because Bucky’s shoulders and back are a mess. They go rock climbing every weekend, unless one of them is away on a mission. First one to the top doesn’t have to cook.Bucky is really fucking gentle with his metal arm. He’s good at tying knots that hold, but don’t hurt. He can be just mean enough. He can be pliant and doting. He has a stupid amount of stamina. Like, stupid.Sam is giving and beautiful. He’s really goddamn flexible. He’s not shy. He’s adventurous. He gets Bucky out of his head. He lets Bucky do the same for him. The neighbours have long gotten used to his noises. They’re cool about it after 2 years of it. I COULD GO ON FOR HOURS ABOUT THESE DUDES
imagine Steve realizing for the first time that he's in love with Sam
There were more than a few things that the Avengers knew about Steve Rogers. He loved bad puns; he took his coffee black but with a sickening amount of sugar; he really hated Ross from the show Friends; and he was an absolute gentleman about sharing food… except when it came to donuts. Specifically, Krispy Kreme donuts. Sure, he’d murmur politely that someone else could have the last one, but the mournful way that he’d look at the lone pastry made it obvious that he really, really wanted them to let him at it. It became habit to just push the box in Steve’s direction when there were a couple left. It saved them the trouble of watching him squirm, honestly.
Today was a Monday. Avengers or not, they still hated Mondays because Mondays a) sucked, and b) meant the weekly briefing. The only upside was that Tony insisted on the world’s best coffee being present (Clint said that Folger’s was better, but they aggressively ignored that) and, of course, some boxes of fresh Krispy Kreme donuts.
Fury was currently gesturing at a hologram with his free hand (the other was occupied by his huge WORLD’S BEST DAD mug) as he informed Natasha that, sure, this time garroting the gas station attendant had turned out to be the right call, but that she had probably traumatized the cashier and caused more cleanup than was strictly necessary.
“She’s a cashier at a gas station, she’s seen worse,” Natasha mumbled around a mouthful of donut. Scott, who required almost as much coffee as Clint to function, grunted in agreement. Steve was only half-listening (Tony wasn’t listening at all; he was showing Rhodes new schematics on his phone. Or maybe kitten videos, based on the soppy looks on their faces.) He was waiting on tenterhooks for the last few donuts to come his way and… yes!
Steve subtly peeked inside the box to see how many were left for him today. Four! Nice. He smiled to himself as he closed the box and pulled it closer to his chest, but Fury cut off mid-sentence.
“Rogers.”
“Sir?”
“You sick?”
“I’m fine, Director,” Steve replied. He was perplexed; he felt more than fine. He felt great!
Natasha reached over to feel his forehead and he leaned out of range, making a face. “What’s the big idea?” He heard Bruce stir from his chair. He was usually dead asleep for the first 30 or so minutes of Monday briefings, and no one was about to startle him awake.
“No offense, Steve,” he said sleepily, “but you usually inhale those donuts.”
Steve felt the tips of his ears go a little warm. “I -- what? I don’t!”
“You do, Cap. It’s a little hard to watch,” Tony said without looking away from his phone. Rhodes just grimaced, deciding not to get involved in this one.
“Nat?” Steve said, pleading. She looked thoughtful for a minute before replying.
“Have you ever seen the game Hungry Hungry Hippos, Steve?”
“Gotta add that one to the list,” Sam Wilson said as he hurried into the room and flopped into the waiting chair beside Steve. He inclined his head apologetically to Fury and the others. “Sorry, sorry, I know I’m late as hell. Slept through my alarm, and then traffic--”
“Here, Sam,” Steve said, pushing the donut box towards his friend. Sam’s face lit up as he opened it and saw the pastries inside, and Steve felt like he was lying in a warm patch of sunlight when he saw Sam’s soft smile. The sound he made when he bit into a donut elicited a… different kind of feeling in Steve, but that was to deal with later. Mutters broke out around the table.
“Oh my god.”
“That makes total sense.”
“Yeah, okay. Shoulda seen that one coming.”
“Wha?” Sam asked, nonplussed. Everyone was staring at him and Steve.
“Wilson, he saved the last donuts for you,” Natasha said slowly. Steve felt his face heat up. Had he been that obvious?
“That’s… nice of him? Thanks, man,” Sam said, clearly nonplussed. Steve cleared his throat and nodded, wondering if it was a good or bad thing that Sam seemed oblivious to what Steve had been not-so-subtly trying to say. Via donuts.
“If we can get back to the point,” Fury snapped. He brought up the next screen, a looping video of Cap diving in front of the Falcon to protect him from a spray of bullets that Sam could have easily deflected. “I don’t even know where to start with this shit, Rogers.”
Steve stoically listened to Fury lambasting him for being an idiot in the field, but about 5 minutes into the tirade… he felt a hand on his arm. Sam turned his head slightly, and his usual jovial smirk was a little more knowing somehow.
“Wanna split the last donut with me?” he whispered, pushing the box towards Steve. Steve knew the look of utter adoration on his face was probably visible from space, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved watching the sun rise, he loved Krispy Kreme donuts more than was probably healthy, and he damn well loved Sam Wilson.
What's the most romantic thing Steve and/or Bucky have ever done for you?
i got an ask like this a couple weeks ago but i can give an update!Yesterday, @goodbrosteverogers tried to skype me just bc he missed me but his dumb ass was on a stakeout mission so he nearly got his ass beat by robo-necro-ninjas. so it was sweet but it was fuckin stupid which sums him up in a lot of ways tbhmmm, last week @fckboybucky gave me this old vhs of space jam he found at the thrift store. someone wrote “HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY BARBARA” on the cover in sharpie but it’s the thought that counts. fuckin love space jam lol
woofgender replied to your photo “i cannot even begin to fathom what the fuck this ad is attempting to...”
I can tell you that that is a Beekeeping Ritual, involving scraping...the comb...from the frames??? I think? Given the caption “stayin’ alive,” I can only imagine this is about beekeeping while listening to The Bee Gees (beegkeeping)
a valid analysis, complicated only by the fact that the ad is from an airline(??????)
woofgender replied to your post “genuine question: are moose bigger than u are ever prepared for. ur...”
Moose are so terrifyingly huge. I’ve been around horses, and even very big horses, a fair bit, but there’s a difference. Most very big horses are at most neutral good. Moose are unswervingly chaotic evil.
while looking up pictures of moose i saw someone describe moose as “unlikely to attack humans” uMMMM ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT???
