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[fangirlwriting-stories]

Virgil’s Guide To Being An Older Brother

Chapter One

Author’s Note: And now you all love big brother Virgil too.  Sorry, I don’t make the rules.  (Also, @star-crossed-shipper you asked to be tagged!)

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Virgil was immensely relieved on learning that none of them would be living with their parents while the trial was going on, though he didn’t think the furious looks on their faces when the three of them were taken away would ever stop haunting his nightmares.

He hadn’t actually gotten a chance to tell either Roman or Remus what was going to happen before it started happening, and he regretted that the second both of them turned to him with such scared looks on their faces as they were all walked out of the house.

“It’s okay,” he said, pulling them both close as soon as he got a chance.  “It’s gonna be okay.  We’re not going anywhere you haven’t been before, okay?”

“Virgil, what’s going on?” Roman whispered.

“We’re going to go stay with Patton and his Dads for a while,” Virgil said, with the best attempt at a smile he could manage.

“What, why?” Remus asked.  He sounded confused and worried, but he didn’t sound upset, which would help Virgil sleep a little easier that night.

“I’ll explain on the way, alright?”

He made sure to sit in the back of the car along with them, so when the social worker taking them to Thomas’ house started to drive, they could talk in private and without any of them having to turn around or lean back.

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[gagmebucky]

summary—

in which bucky retaliates against your public teasing. (includes exhibitionism, sex, dirty talk, and cock warming.)

(a/n—i’ve never written for bucky (or marvel at all) so please, please, please be nice!! this turned out way different originally imagined but i think it’s better? but feedback is greatly apperciated!! anyway, love you! thank you for reading! do NOT repost)

excerpt—

“Don’t fucking move,” Bucky growls. “You hear me? You move even an inch, and I will fuck you right here. I’ll rip this pretty dress off, and keep going and going until you can’t anymore. In front of everyone. Do you understand me?”

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[midnightwinterhawk]

Clint Barton ghost wrote this.

[then-the-next-day]

[abbyroseart]

[not-so-innocent-bi-sander]

Oh I thought this was a screenshot

This is so amazing! It looks sooo perfect and so real and ahhh

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

WAIT THIS IS FANART HOLY SHOOT

[sweeterthanthis]

Kinktober Drabbles Day 7: Cock Warming - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, hints of soft dom Bucky, slight daddy kink, and cock warming. Obviously.

Word Count: 1.3k

Bucky had told you not to come, to wait for him at home just like always – but you couldn’t help yourself. He’d been working all the hours god sends for days, and you were desperate for him.

You stood outside his office door, straightening out your cotton sundress with one hand and clutching your wicker picnic basket with the other. Fresh strawberries would soften the blow of you disobeying him – or so you’d hoped.

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[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

sure wish pelicans would stop fucking doing that

[shroomanddoom]

Dare I ask, doing what?

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

DOING FUCKING THAT

[hjarta-deactivated20260124]

just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees

[scienceoftheidiot]

They existed *before beetles*

[somethingaboutsomethingelse]

[spacedandelions]

Why is this sad? Why am I sad?

[ignescent]

https://xkcd.com/1259/

Bee Orchid

[squidificati0n]

[thereluctantherosrose]

Omg the lotr in the bg 😂😂😂

[butchtj-deactivated20190316]

Do any other american high schoolers have intense survivor’s guilt and trauma with school shootings even though they weren’t at your school?

[butchtj-deactivated20190316]

Like. A laser tag place opened geared towards teenagers and it got no business, we tried to enjoy it but when someone pointed a laser machine gun at me and I instinctively dropped behind the nearest wall and reached to turn off my phone I cried, I wasn’t the only one. The announcements system turns on at an unexpected time and everyone holds their breath until they say something besides “locks, lights, out of sight,” nobody even jokingly pops chip bags anymore, a door slammed really loud during a class change and everyone dropped and ran. Everyone cries during drills, even the toughest ranch kids. Every drill comes with a full day of teachers crying and telling us that they love us all so much and will die for us, and every kid in every class looking around wondering who would I die for? Who would die for me? You walk to the bathroom and wonder every second if it happens right now, where will I go? You test supply closet doors to see which ones are unlocked, you memorize which furniture in the teachers’ lounge your English teacher says is light enough to barricade a door with. The fire alarm goes off and nobody moves, instead you wait for gunshots—it a trap? You stand with a group of freshmen and realize that you’re the oldest, you know you’ll have to die for them. You forget your ID tag and worry that now the police won’t be able to tell your parents if you’re safe, or not safe. Your stats teacher has a baseball bat by the door, your math teacher keeps a stapler under each desk to throw, your drama teacher asks who will be willing to stand by the non-locking door with the Shakespearean swords. Your yearbook teacher tells you don’t worry about breaking a camera because you heard about the kids who died holding them. You don’t use the bathroom during classes because you don’t want to be the only target to shoot at. You keep your phone on silent 24/7 because you worry the one time you forget will be when you get your whole US History class killed. You have a snap saved with your class schedule and school and full name to send in an instant to your internet friends so they know if you were on that wing, you have a note saved with the things you want your mom to know and the things you’re sorry for. At the age of 12 I was told I needed to know who I would die for and that it was okay if it was nobody, that was my decision to make. School shootings control us more than adults and non-Americans could possibly imagine and nobody moves to change anything unless we’re actively screaming for it. Have you considered we’re too scared?

[tehdoctah]

The absolute fuck. The fuck did I just read. This sounds like dystopian fiction. The fucking fuck.

[allthingshyper]

It isn’t. This is 100% the reality of all American children - not the ones that live in bad neighborhoods, not the ones that make bad choices, ALL OF THEM.

Welcome to America.

[kentuckyfriedbooks]

This reminds me of a discussion we had in one of my classes the other day-

My professor was describing how everyone from her generation had the same nightmare of a nuke going off. In they dream they all saw the same mushroom cloud and everything. She said that she didn’t think my generation had a dream like that; one that everyone shared and had

For a while none of us could disagree with her. Until this popped up. I raised my hand and mentioned that everyone I knew had an active shooter dream at one point or another. And Every. Single. Person. Nodded. All of us had that dream. All of us.

Pretty telling, huh?

[aristocrowcy]

The mere notion that highschool children might have survivor’s guilt is sickening

[mkr31011]

And that's why Kylo Ren/ Ben Solo is my favourite. Adam Driver gave a complete performance and made sure we were taken along in the journey. Even the fight sequence for Ben solo, Adam made sure he added the shrug and the blaster fire, making a distinct difference between Kylo and Ben. To be honest he did so much for the character and it's a shame it ended the way it did 😫.

[joindarks1de]

If Star Wars The Rise Of Skywalker Had A Dark Ending

A new journey awaits the Star Wars universe

It would be perfect - Kylo Ren and Rey

[frenchublog]

2021 reylo-part 2

[kylos]

B O N K

[ramendoodlesart]

I was convinced I had already posted more Reylo stuff in here…oh well🤷🏻‍♀️

Since Rey never got to touch his fluffy mane, I bring you relaxing hair-touching through the Force!

Yes the Force works that way, yes their Force Bond was made specifically for this purpose, yes this is very, very canon lol 😗

[reybennow]

Cute❤️

Twitter

[rey-kapkeyk]

CUUUUTEE

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

I’ve received some criticism for accepting commissioned posts, so I want to clarify

this blog & the content I produce is currently my only means of income

I’m saving to escape a toxic household

tumblr is notoriously difficult for content-creators to monetize

I accept ko-fi / paypal / commissions instead of reblogging ‘sponsored’ content (ads from fashion retailers or Adam & Eve) the way most blogs my size do. I don’t want this space to feel impersonal; reader support allows me to avoid commercial advertising.

I’m doing my best. I’ve spent years putting in full-time hours on a blog that has only just started paying part-time wages. eventually I would like to make a living writing traditionally published content, but that’s a long ways off. for now I’m just trying to get by, and trying to write fun and weird and (hopefully) surprisingly helpful content on the platform I have. please bear with me. I’m simply trying to turn an obsessive passionate hobby into something I can live (frugally) on.

[leahazel]

The tags are worth reading, too. People will tell you ad nauseum to monetize your hobbies and then yell at you when you do it.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

could someone kindly reblog them, i’m on mobile

[wonderingwhereileftreality]

this is important but that last bulletin only makes me think of all the cursed ads you could make that’s mostly just “The gaud goo in sponsored brand’s bikini”

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

ok THAT I would be willing to advertise actually

[baenard-deactivated20210314]

ta daaa

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

thank you! love is not the right word for what i am feeling right now, but i am feeling something equally vehement and disquieting!!!!!

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

#i am about to go FERAL which in my case means burrowing furiously into a hole in the ground and going to sleep

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

hello tumblr for the bargain price of $6.66 i will present to you one of my Top 5 Most Embarrassing Childhood Misadventures 

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

Ok so here’s the setup. When i was like 7, my parents moved us into a house where my sisters and I shared the upstairs, which was split into two bedrooms. I got a separate room bc I was the most territorial the eldest. Both bedrooms had these weird little attached attic…space…things that were essentially unfinished closets. they were padded to the brim with this stuff:

i later found out the company that sells it had an advertising deal w/ the pink panther cartoons. that detail is completely unrelated to this story.

fyi that pink stuff is fiberglass insulation. my mom, presumably, at some point, almost certainly told me not to touch it, and that it contained crushed glass, and that I absolutely should not touch it, listen to me [deadname], look at me: the pink stuff is dangerous so do not touch it. 

i say presumably, bc i was unmedicated at the time and my hyperactive 7-year-old brain tended to filter out unnecessary information. 

also, in my defense, that stuff is fluffy. like it may contain glass, but soda bottles contain glass, and they don’t hurt to touch. and neither did this stuff! it was pretty soft actually. i would occasionally pat it with my bare hands while hiding in the dark swaying back and forth pretending i had been kidnapped and was being held hostage in the belly of a pirate ship and it was fine. so after awhile my brain just sort of put the pink stuff in the category of “don’t eat it or anything and you’ll probably be fine.”

i would later wish, above all wishes, that i had heeded my mother’s warning.

 ok that’s part one, i gotta go make breakfast

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

ok i had bantam bagels

PART 2

a pertinent detail about my bedroom attic: it had a crawl space. just a tiny little black tunnel that disappeared into the house beyond. i naturally, one day, became curious about where exactly it disappeared to. and how far.

my curiosity was compounded by the fact that the crawl space headed directly towards my sister’s bedroom. upon further reflection, it was very possible that the crawl space in fact connected both attics. 

i should at this point discuss my sisters’ bedroom attic. while mine was mostly used for storage and for sitting alone in the dark listening to scary radio shows that gave me nightmares my sisters had rather brilliantly decided to repurpose theirs into a clubhouse/Stuffed Animal Storage Facility. from what i had seen, it was stuffed to bursting with goddamn stuffed animals. it also had, i believe, a little tea table. and they had drawn on the walls. all in all, very makeshift and cozy.

i say “from what i had seen” because generally speaking, i wasn’t allowed in the Stuffed Animal Storage Facility. it was Their space, and of course there is not more territorial group of people that children of the age group 12 and under. Also, i was the least popular member of the household, except possibly for one of the hamsters. 

So the scene has been set: I am a 7-year-old delinquent who just so happens to be obsessed w/ espionage and bank robberies and I have discovered a secret tunnel from my bedroom to my sisters’ Forbidden Clubhouse.

i consider myself a victim of circumstance. the events that followed really wrote themselves.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

OF COURSE I WENT INTO THE CRAWL SPACE

what possible other ending could this story have? one sunday afternoon when i had nothing better to do, i decided to test my hypothesis that i was narrow enough to fit into the itty bitty tunnel.

and i WAS! an ancient and world-weary 8-year-old couldn’t have done it, but i was just stick-like enough to manage. i strapped a flashlight to my wrist and got on my hand and knees and crawled through that fucker! this, it transpired, was a colossal undertaking, as i was only technically small enough to fit into the wall. there was very little additional room to, for example, bend my knees and elbows. i ended up propelling myself forward mostly by inching along with my toes & wiggling like an eel. it was not very effective!

i got stuck several times. i tried to go back several times. it turns out there is no feasible way to turn around in a tunnel that is exactly as wide and as tall as the width of your shoulders. in one of my darker moments (i was stuck behind the bathroom wall, probably quite close to the toilet) it occurred to me that i had no actual proof there would be an opening on the other end. this presented certain concerns. it turns out it is rather difficult to drag yourself backwards by your toes.

i persevered! propelled by panic and (most of all) a lack of other options. 30 minutes and 10 yards later, i confirmed there was indeed an opening on the other end, which did indeed open into my sisters’ attic, because i was indeed a veritable genius. 

it was at this point i discovered my sisters were not in their bedroom. they had, in fact, at some point decided to go downstairs. meaning i would not be able to burst out of the attic to the shock and astoundment of all bystanders. 

i waited patiently for almost an entire minute. and then, observed only by the glossy plastic eyes of a hundred passionless plush toes, i tiptoed quietly away and hobbled back to my bedroom. 

This was, naturally, the beginning of the most woeful, misery-filled fortnight of my short and sorry life.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

#I HONESTLY THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE THE LAST PART  #SHIIIIIIT  #i am regretting this! i am regretting committing to this!  #…for one final payment of $6.66 i will do my utmost to finish this is a single last installment i swear#i’m flabbergasted and truly apologetic that this is so long i don’t know why i’m like this#i hope someone somewhere is enjoying this post bc it is much too long-winded for my liking#i am really hoping there is only one part left this was NOT supposed to be a 4 part post#for those dying to know i will give you a hint about how it ends#hint: EXACTLY HOW YOU WOULD EXPECT there are no surprises just my dumb ass reaping my sorry itchy desserts