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if your flight ever gets delayed cause I;m out here grabbin em all hohohohohoho puttin em in my pockets hahahaha

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The Need to Stay

(Thought I’d upload my recent comics to Tumblr! I totally forgot it only lets you upload 10 pics at a time, and this is 11, but fingers crossed it works!)

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You are loved.

Reference here

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I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.

It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.

Help support a queer artist: Ko fi, Redbubble, Teepublic

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if there's a condition called impulsive anthropomorphizing then I have it

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are evil dragons really evil, or are they just vitamin D deficient?

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Today's Adventure is that I, after an unintentional 13-hour power nap,

Got woken up at 6AM by a phone call from a friend stranded in Montana because of the heat wave and almost no cell service because of their crap provider.

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Ok.

I somehow summon a week's worth of spoons and in less than 30 minutes and 5 phone calls, get them

A hotel

An appointment with a mechanic from 2 states away

A perscription refilled from 2 states away

and A Pizza

Go me.

But then it's 8AM and there are unscheduled live humans at the door and while EVERGENCY MODE is still on, I have already blown through a ton of spoons, and also probably shouldn't meet whoever it is wearing just a pair of bootyshorts that say "CRYPTID" in Gothic Font on my ass.

So I greet them in those shorts and a T-shirt that I manage to put on both inside out and backwards

#nailedit

It is, Fortunately, not the mormons.

it is, Unfortunately, two UPS guys trying to deliver my other in-house friend's new phone except the new guy doesn't know how to operate the "sign for package" device, and the old guy that's supposed to be mentoring him is like, 92, deaf as a post, and doesn't actually know how to operate the device either.

by the way

it is already

over 100 out

it takes almost 30 minutes to sign for the phone

when i get back inside, i discover that apparently the Corgi has learned how to open his kennel from the inside because he is now out of the kennel and waiting for me to come in.

he also has cat litter all over his face because while he was waiting for me he also learned how to open the baby gate to the cat's room and help himself to a cat shit breakfast.

He'll be fine

He's a cattle dog, they're legally required to have at least 1 really disgusting snack they love.

but

more to the point

i have no idea at what point he learned to open his kennel from the inside

has he been staying there out of politeness this whole time??

And

I got other shit to do today.

namely.

I'm seeing a realator

The Devils most pathetic yet effective demons

I get a reminder text that I have an appointment with her

at least

I think that's what it is because what she sends me is: "🏡⏰12:00 ❔"

With the time typed in the middle like that.

She is, according to her profile, at least 80.

so I reply "😎👍"

and then she sends me a string of GODDAMN POST-MODERN EMOJI HEIROGLYPHICS THAT TAKE UP MY ENTIRE SCREEN.

She's on an iPhone so half of them don't even translate across platforms

It takes me half an hour and three different software programs and goddamn wingdings to translate, but she has sent me the address and rules about masking and not wearing shoes inside.

in emoji

instead of like

literally any other format

I am

FASCINATED

and simply must meet the woman so if I don't come back to update I got stolen by the fairies but I'm taking the Corgi with me as protection so I'll see y'all later.

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i need y'all to steal and repost my anti-lawn memes to as many pinterest boards and facebook pages as possible

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I love this!!!

Big Sky Eyes

Chapter Seven

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Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky Barnes x Disabled!OFC Maybe Cole

Warnings: small angst, sweet fluff, and all the smexy

A/N: This wonderful (and long overdue) chapter brought to you by Maggie via Coffee Updates. Thanks, peach!

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On Broken Wings

Chapter 2 now available on Patreon for Novel readers.

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In Her Eyes*

Chapter Thirteen

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x OFC Lana Perez

Warnings: language, smexy times, smut

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Thirteen days went by with only sporadic communication from Bucky. When he did call, he sounded exhausted, world-weary, but assured her he was alright and uninjured. The bad guys had scattered, and rather than allowing them to regroup, the Avengers were hunting them down one cell at a time. 

As she’d seen some of what they were facing on the news one night when her curiosity got the better of her, Lana was grateful for the tenacity of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes and said so. Bucky had chuckled and told her not to listen to everything they said on the news as most were blown out of proportion to make for a better story, but she wasn’t sure she believed him. 

Lana tried not to let it bother her and kept herself busy at Avengers Gifts. The word was out, and her art was a huge hit, resulting in more kids clamouring for her attention. 

She could honestly say she loved it. The kids were little bundles of joy and excitement that buoyed her spirits when worry about Bucky crept in. 

Of course, the parents were another story. Most were kind, considerate, and happy with the job done, but a few were downright rude. They commented on the cost, how long she took, and those without manners asked about Imp curled in the corner with his bone, wearing his blue and yellow vest. 

Lana did her best to remain professional, but it was hard. She didn’t like confrontation, and some people seemed to thrive on it, attempting to start something with whoever was in front of them. 

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Sugar and Spice*

Chapter Thirteen

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Pairing: Lawyer!Steve Rogers x OFC Rowan Maddox

Warnings: angst, fluff, language, soft Steve, all the smut

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This is sooo good! I’m loving this story, but dangit I’m so eager for the backstory to come out and to see how Tom deals with it

Cat Got Your Tongue

Chapter Two

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A/N: This series is set in the same world as Bare In The Woods (a one-shot were-bear Henry Cavill story). This series will be cross posted between Tumblr and AO3. As Tumblr has no way of preventing minors from reading the smutty bits (and there will be smutty bits) those chapters will only be available on AO3.My archive work is available to Register Users Only. This means Yes, You Must Have An Account with Archive to read my work. If you’d like more information on how to acquire your Free archive account, please see this post. All you need is an email address to sign up. That’s it. Just do it people.

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Series warnings: Were-Creatures, Cats, Bears, Smut, Shameless Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Dom/sub, Blood, Blood Kink, this one could (will) get kinky

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The phone was ringing in Tom’s suite when he returned from his time in Ember’s cafe with a delightfully prepared cup of tea and one of the recommended scones. While his tea happened to be in a takeaway cup, it was properly steeped with a dash of milk just the way he liked it. And, as Ember’s wards had acquired a slightly hostile tone, he decided retreat - for the moment - was called for. 

Attempting not to bobble his tea or drop his scrumptious ginger scone, Tom managed to grab the violently ringing room phone. “Yes?”

“What did you do?”

He grinned, knowing that deadly growl anywhere. “Henry! I was about to call you before I headed over.”

“Thomas,” he snarled. “My wife is beside herself, practically in tears because Ember is no longer attending the ceremony tonight. Now. What did you do?”

“She’s not coming?” He was surprised. He didn’t think the kitten would give ground so easily.

“Thomas, I will rake you bloody if you do anything to screw this up for us. My wife has been looking forward to this tradition since our daughter was born.”

“Hen,” he sighed. “She’s mine. Ember. I knew it the moment we met, but she is resistant.”

“She has good reason, you devil!”

Tom laughed. “I suppose if you’ve told her stories of our younger days, she might find fault in my character. But come now! I’m much more Tom these days than Loki.”

“Tom,” he sighed. “There is… much there. Much more than you know. More than I can tell without breaking her trust.”

Tom carefully set his tea down. “Henry, she’s my true mate.”

“And as her true mate, you must wait for her to tell you. Hard cheese, mate.”

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Roses are Red. April is Grey. As of Tomorrow…

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Tumblr isn't social media, it's a habit. Like smoking. We're all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.

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I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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meet-cute | b.b.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): fluff, awkward Bucky, vet appointment stuff, Alpine Request: Babes if you’re lowkey taking requests can I lowkey make one? 👉🏼👈🏼🥺💕 something flirty and cute and maybe a lil spicy with Bucky and vet!reader where something’s going on with Alpine? Not self indulgent at all 😻💖 Notes: This was the first thing I’ve written in months and it felt damn good. Funny story, I actually almost went to school to be a vet tech + shadowed a vet for two weeks and got to see some wickedly cool things.

This was a bit self-indulgent on my part because I had a cat who passed away some years ago because of struvite stones and I wished he had a happier ending like Alpine so I thought why not 🤷‍♀️💖

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There’s nothing Bucky hates more than the stringent smell of industrial cleaners and clinical white walls - too many associations and shades of memory long laid to rest - except for when something’s going on with Alpine. The Turkish Angora was fine up until a few days ago when he started to hide away and sleep all day.

That wasn’t too concerning at first…

But then came the pained little noises, the frantic running back and forth from the litter box, the excessive grooming. The pit that started forming low in his belly grew, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong, very wrong, with his little buddy. 

Bucky wasn’t about to fuck around and set up an appointment with the first vet office he could find that had a same-day opening. And now he’s trying not to fall apart at the seams while he waits for the docs to do their magic and tell him what the hell’s going on with his cat and what he has to do to fix it.

The vet tech collected Alpine a bit ago and every minute stretches into years, the cat’s pitiful meow echoing in his ears and those betrayed eyes burned onto the backs of his eyelids.

I know, Bub, I’m sorry but they gotta figure out what’s going on. It’ll be okay, they’ll take care of you. 

His ass went numb from the plastic chair ages ago, his leg jiggling up and down at a rapid pace as he chews on his thumbnail and waits.

And waits.

And waits.

God, he knows these things take time but he’d rather be back at home, curled up on the couch with Alpine pigging out on breakfast food and watching space documentaries. 

How much longer-

“Alright, Mr. Barnes?”

The heavy door swings open with a click, a kind, professional voice preceding a pair of sensible shoes as the vet steps into the room with a clipboard cradled against her chest. His eyes snap up, skipping over her completely to look at the tech holding his cat who looks absolutely miserable. 

She introduces herself but he’s not paying attention. He’s not meaning to be rude but all his focus narrows in on that white little face, the knot in his chest unfurling at the little mew.

He smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he breathes, “Hey there, Little Buddy.” 

The vet doesn’t push, in fact, she seems a little enamored with how much he melts at the sight of his pet. Her own lips quirk up into a soft smile while she stands off to the side patiently as Alpine’s set down on the metal table.

Bucky gets in a few good scritches under his chin, the beginnings of a purr just starting to vibrate his hand when the vet clears her throat delicately. 

He clears his throat, heat burrowing into the apples of his cheeks. “Shi - uh, ‘m sorry.” A hand scrubs over the back of his neck. “I’m just - uh - y’know…” 

Her laugh trickles down his spine like warm rain, the sound effectively drawing his attention away from the cat rubbing up against his side. He gets his first look at her and oh.

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