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you didn't have to cover for me (:

i wasn't covering for you ):<

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I literally never want to see him cry again omfg

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How have I not found a fic about Bucky's arrival back at Thorpe Abbots? I mean, he wasn't there when Gale left for the aid drop flight, but he was back and already in the tower harassing Gale over the radio when he landed a few hours later? Whom did he have to browbeat and wheedle into letting him up there instead of, oh, I don't know, a medical work-up, 24 hours of sleep and a hot meal? Who gave that man the keys to a jeep??

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i know i am a very emotionally volatile person because demarco and gale calling each other every year on the breman anniversary has me sitting here about to cry ),:

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obvs gale lets John be all touchy-feely with him in public anyway but I love thinking of gale himself being kind of cuddly when they're at home. leaning against him, coming to sit close on the couch, lingering until john notices him and touches him like he's a housecat that won't immediately admit he wants affection

I love this, it’s perfect! I decided to write a 5+1 fic about it in my HS AU. 🥰 Part 1 is posted.

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I'm flying today, and I have to take a drug not to be Croz in episode 1, but that pill makes so insanely sleepy 😴

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Hi there, About your post on clegan coping mechanisms, here are some of mine (I hc they go their separate ways first, then meet up again later, because if they were together, they'd try to stop the other from doing it). TW: self-harm

For Buck He feels cold, freezing, so he takes extremely hot showers (he burns himself), approaches flames whenever there is one, wears clothes that are way too warm for the weather (he dresses like it's winter in the summer) because he can't get rid of the cold, freezing feeling in his bones. He scratches because there's so much dirt, blood and death on his skin and it won't go away so he scrubs, scrubs, scrubs to get rid of it. He doesn't allow himself to eat unless he's "earned it" (i.e. worked himself to the point of exhaustion).

For Bucky He throws himself into partying, trying to get back to his old self. He drinks (a lot), goes out, smokes, whatever keeps him from thinking too much. He doesn't sleep because there's so much to do and he needs to move and the spend 18 month doing nothing.

These are vvv good I totally agree with Buck and temperature he'd either be taking those scalding showers or ones that are freezing to try and jolt him out of the past. I feel like he'd get lost in thought/emptiness/trauma and "accidentally" hurt himself a lot, like holding something sharp too tightly or letting the flame from a match run down to his fingers.

With Bucky yup 100%, anything to make him feel like he's still "the old me" but I wonder what kind of black out drunk he'd be after the war... Is that the only time he's able to get past the shame of crying? Does he start fights on purpose (to feel things/remember Curt's fist on his jaw/remember Buck's scrabbling frustration)? I feel like he'd have a small phase of always being a little drunk hair of the dog etc but then he's trying to hold down a job or something and then every time he drinks it's to the point of vomiting it all back up and he gets a kind of satisfaction out of the shaky, sweaty nausea build up to the blank, shocked relief after being sick

Much to think about!

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challengers spoilers //

this is right out of the “bucky egan getting gale to sit right in between his legs” playbook.

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Still not over Bucky’s stalag curls. I bet if he cut his hair after the war Gale would beg him to grow the curls back

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Yeah, we turning glam right into pop

Woke up just like it's the newest fuckboy on the block

Idiot forgot his belt……

When @bitchsister makes one throwaway joke about Lucky Charms Curt using his shoelace as a belt and then I sink four hours into a drawing

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was feeling inspired by that callum post so here’s the young vets au guys before they enlisted, in my mind. sweet boys.

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Angel AU drabble

A lot of people asked about this AU, so here's a little drabble to hold you over until I can start writing this story 😇 Read the premise here

Invisible to the human eye, Gale follows his ward everywhere he goes. After a few years of careful guidance, humans tend to become more independent, and then he has time to pick up a second or even a third case, but John is a rescue. He’s going to need all of Gale's attention for a much longer time if his soul is to be saved. It’s exciting to be challenged with such a difficult ward. Neglected by an incompetent guardian - who's now demoted to administrator - he went down the path towards Hell. Gale's priority is to guide him back. His second, more personal goal is to make him happy too. They’ll have to see how John manages, but Gale will do his best.

Currently, they're on a dirty bus that coughs a trail of smoke as it chugs on towards the most dangerous neighbourhoods of the city. Gale tried to discourage John from boarding the repulsive vehicle, but his suggestion was ignored. It’s only their first day though - Gale just has to find the right technique to get through the wounded exterior of his soul. For now, he just settles down beside John and radiates an aura that keeps people from sitting next to him. He can tell that a stranger's closeness would distress John.

There are earbuds in John's ears. Gale examines them curiously, leaning in real close to see the emotions flickering through John's mind as he listens to the music. Human music has always fascinated Gale. He used to wonder if humans were trying to find the tunes of Heaven, but he knows that's not the case ever since he discovered rap music. He wants to learn John's musical taste. It could come in handy if Gale wants to influence his mood in the future.

The bus rolls to a stop, and John moves to get off. Again, Gale tries to hold him back. This isn’t a good place - he can already see the stains of malice peeling off the walls of a house by the bus stop, like a black, rotten layer of skin. He knocks a woman's suitcase over and makes a backpacker move to block John's way, but John is determined. He shoulders his way out of there and gets off the bus.

Outside, the night greets him with a chill and cruel blows of the wind. John's bruised face hurts as he squints against it. As he takes off towards an alleyway, Gale makes that wind stronger, even though his own nose wrinkles at the smell of depravity it blows out from the direction they're headed.

"Why don’t you go back home? You could take a hot shower there." He tells John gently. If he talks to John from the ethereal plane, his words form suggestions in John's mind, ideas that he thinks are his own. It's the easiest tool to use. Humans usually go along with what they call their sixth sense. And indeed, John stops. But a moment later, he squares his shoulders and resumes his steps.

Gale frowns. He has to step up his game.

They enter an establishment that Gale identifies as a nightclub. A shady one. Spilled drinks sticky on the floor, cigarette smoke, knives tucked into pockets, unprotected sex in the putrid bathroom. Gale can hear, see and smell it all as he traces John's steps, but his senses also reach beyond that. The place is swarming with demons and malicious spirits. Their waste litters the ethereal plane and clings to Gale's feet until he blasts it off in disgust.

His feathers ruffle. Behind him, his wings move from their relaxed position to a casual back-shield. He doubts that the slimy creatures cowering from him in the corners would attack him, but it never hurts to be cautious. As it is, the sea of demons threaded through the dancing human crowd parts for him, hissing at his light. His lower ranking siblings, those few who had the strength to brave this place, all seem to breathe a sigh of relief when he nods at them in greeting.

"Sir." They say as he passes.

"Keep up the good work." He replies calmly.

John doesn’t stop on the dance floor, so he doesn’t linger either, no matter how much fun it is to see the cowardly demons skitter, scared that he might smite them. He follows John to the back of the club, then out into the alley behind it.

There, they wait. It’s raining. Water soaks through John's hoodie. The residue of malevolent beings falls from the sky with every raindrop. Soon enough, Gale’s brushing its black soot off his wings. His iridescent white feathers contrast harshly with it.

"You don’t want to do this." He tells John. "Come on, why don't we get out of here?"

As if in reply, John mutters to himself. "The fuck am I doing here."

Gale smiles. "You don’t belong here."

He can feel the ideas battling in John's head, and he tastes the sweet scent of a step in the right direction, but suddenly, in a sharp twist, John's thoughts plummet into despair. Unpleasant memories swirl in his mind. "Right where I belong."

Gale's wings twitch. This won't be easy. They have a long road ahead of them, don't they?

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modern clegan au where first week freshie college years gale goes to a party and gets black out drunk (first and last time ofc) and wakes up to the left pic in his camera roll except he knows absolutely nothing about this boy but he keeps it in his album because wow.......wow.......

flash forward to his last year, working part time in the coffee shop across his building and still having the pic in his phone in some half bitten hope that he'd run into the guy in the pic again because through two serious relationships and two amicable break ups, he's still stuck on this unknown guy's lips and smile. one random tuesday when he's yelled at two seniors messing around during his shift THIS (right pic) brick shithouse of a man walks in with his dog, complete with his mystery man's features—lips, long neck, cheekbones, red ears and everything—and he literally falls over trying to hide behind the counter because shut the fuck up who goes through a glow up like that—

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Hi ! Big fan of your service to this fandom 🫡

I read one of your posts of an Angel!Gale AU. I was immediately enchanted by the concept. And I know you're a good writer of things of the heart and the soul and dare I say, the ethereal (because I'm reading reverie haha).

But I meant to ask you, and I'm sorry if you've said this already, but do you plan on writing a fic for that AU?

Hi dear! Thank you so much! 🩷 I'm so glad you think that AU would work well in my writing style.

Yes, I’m planning to write it. I want to finish Reverie and post a few HS AU one-shots first, but my fallen angel AU is high up on the list of potential multichapters I have. I will post something for it in any case, I just need some time.

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there’s not a day that i don’t think about how easily gale could curl into that space between bucky’s leg

That space was practically made for him! Imagine post-war, in their home - I'm sure that Gale would sit between Bucky's legs like that every now and then, lean back into his chest, let Bucky caress him. He'd feel so safe, cradled in that embrace.

The writers really should have made them cuddle in that scene. But no worries, I rectified that in Reverie.

He let Bucky pull him close, then he scooted ever closer, laying his head on Bucky’s shoulder. He's fast asleep now. Away from all this pain, at least for a moment, at least until the sun peeks above the horizon. Bucky wonders if he's dreaming. Perhaps it's better if he isn’t. Carefully, he shifts until Gale’s head is on his chest, his arm limp around Bucky's middle.

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Out of all the bonkers moments mota paraded thru the waryaoi Hall of Fame I am still gagged that both times John singing Blue Skies is featured in the show it's GALE who is the unspoken inspiration and recipient