masterlist.
last update: may 15, 2023
moodboards, meta, ao3.
bucky barnes.
one shots.
[6.5k, angst-ish with a happy ending (sort of), 40s!bucky]. your old palBucky only has a few hours before he goes off to war. somehow, he winds up spending them with you.
[1.1k, hurt/comfort] when your depression takes over, bucky can’t fix what’s wrong. but he can illuminate things for you.
does he know the way (i worship our love)?
[1k, angst, post-endgameau]. he doesn’t quite remember how you fell into bed with each other, only that he’d give anything to take it back, and he’d give everything to keep it going.
drabbles.
cruel to be kind. [angst]
headcanons.
soulmate au: aging, songbird, guardian.
no reader.
[fluff, bucky & daughter!oc]. steve and sam are as good as men get, so of course, they’re willing to indulge bucky’s daughter in a tea party.
a home for bucky (a shonda fur die goyim).
[angst, tw: the holocaust, jewish!bucky]. fuck it, bucky’s already a bad jew. he could get a tattoo.
[angst]. most days, bucky gets on fine. he goes about his day like a normal guy, albeit one that wears gloves all the time and looks about half a century younger than he actually is. but there are some days where he can’t get on fine.
druig.
one shots.
[1.1k, meet-cute, 60s!reader]. it’s new year’s eve 1960 and greenwich village is full of surprises.
wanda maximoff.
one shots.
(bury me) in all my favorite colors.
[2k, angst, emo!aou!wanda]. your world went gray when wanda chose hydra over being with you. when she shows up at your door, it has you seeing red.
steve rogers.
one shots.
[2.6k, fluff, insecure!reader]. your boyfriend is about as brad majors as they come, which is why you don’t tell him that you’re playing janet in a production of rocky horror. what happens when he finds out anyway?
[3.5k, mutual pining, nomad!steve]. all you’ve ever known is the lonely life. if you’re not careful, you just might let steve rogers convince you of something more.
drabbles.
royal bodyguard!steve. [secret relationship].
birthday cake. [fluff].
kidnapped. [angst, retired!Steve x civilian!reader].
natasha romanov.
one shots.
[angst, everything short of smut]. natasha commits atrocities. you turn the stories of them into her sweetest sins.
etc.
drabbles.
you make me feel. [loki x reader, angst].
take a chance on me. [kate bishop x reader, ex-besties to lovers].
almost like praying. [steve rogers x bucky barnes, angst, 40s!].
headcanons.
challenges & events.
adventure time slang is weird cuz like. when you first watch the show and hear the slang you're like "oh this is cringy slang but its not like awful" but it gets to a point where the voice actors deliver the slang so naturally you don't even notice it and its just. part of the world's vernacular. I can't think of any other show that's done in-universe slang like this
Finn: oh man the frappin dude just ginked up and went flipoo over the junkin fence
Me, 3 seasons into this show: wow he really did huh
It's true but it's also funnier knowing the storyboarders were usually just making Finn say fuck
this is math
Sleep without nightmares, Dean!
So many completely sfw posts are getting flagged as mature! I think Tumblr had rolled out an auto moderation system and it's not working at all!
Interestingly enough I have seen mature content that has been left unflagged, but that was two men.
Every single post I've seen which has been wrongly flagged has had an image of a woman in it though.
not surprised at all
I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.
When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.
I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I’d grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I’d believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.
I’d grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I’d been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.
Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.
The artist’s theme was “happiness”.
What it is. How we make it. How to share it.
All bright, lovely yellow.
The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.
Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.
Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.
I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.
Do you understand?
have u jorked it to spn fic?
yes. absolutely. all the time. goon
nope. more of a visual person. im classy.
nosy/bald/see results
Maladaptive deeply held belief: nobody could ever love me. Im going to die alone
Positive counterthought: maybe someone has an exceptionally rare form of mental illness that would cause them to make the grave mistake of wanting to fuck me
We never really talked about it but The Ugly Ducking that grew up to be a beautiful swan was still probably pretty fugly from a duck’s perspective
Like that story isn’t about an ugly duckling that grew up sexy, it’s a fucking swan was judged as a duck and hated itself as a duck until it found out it wasn’t a duck and stopped trying to be a duck.
The actual ducks in the neighborhood were probably still looking around at perfectly normal swans like “damn, look at those busted ass ducks”
This is pretty important, actually. The good ending is finding the other swans, not tearing yourself to pieces trying to impress the ducks.
I wish it was easier to talk about mobile phone addiction without sounding like a boomer
Phone addiction (specifically social media addiction) is real and it's not a joke and it is everywhere. Phone addiction literally reduces the grey matter of your brain. It's no secret young adults are more anxious and depressed than ever; more lonely than ever; more aimless than ever. Do you remember being a hugely creative kid, and feel like that spark is gone now? Can't sleep at night? Yeah, your GABA receptors are probably fucked from getting hits every 60 seconds from checking your phone. What's your daily screen time like? 6 hours? 12? These are common numbers. It's insane! It's insane and it's deliberate. Companies make more money from you when you're brain is fried from scrolling 10 hours a day through meaningless content.
But it can be reversed. Start small. If you hit this post then take 5 minutes to put your phone down in another room and do something. Do a crossword. Go for a walk. Be present! CBT is a hugely successful therapy for phone addiction and can even reverse the damage done to your brain.
I get it. I have dozens of beloved friends online, and I'm more informed now than I would ever have been without access to the Internet, but wouldn't it be nice to wonder sometimes? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to go outside and not itch for your phone screen? To have that creativity and confidence back? Start small. Start now.