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sending your friends terrible tumblr posts is a love language

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sexymen and trisha dont discriminate between the sinners and the saints ig

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Shadows {BG3 x Tav}

1066 words. Act II spoilers, slight angst

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Tav

The party had successfully defeated the shadow monsters in the basement of the Mason's Guild. Your friends were all worn weary from the day, but still looked to each other in victory before noticing that someone did not share their triumph. Tav? You sat on your knees in the center on several discarded shadow vestiges, the orbs glowing around you as if calling for attention. You felt drawn to it, something inside pushing you to gently press your hand against the one closest. You're overcome with emotion as a happy, faded memory flashes in your mind. It feels as though you'd been sent back in time, launched into another's body. 

The others notice silent tears flow from your face, you look utterly distraught. They looked to each other for something to say before both sets of eyes landed on Astarion. It was not a secret in the camp that the two of you had gotten quite close. Astarion felt uncertainty bubbles up. He had never seen you so weepy. He was unsure how to approach anyone like this, let alone the person that seemed so untouchable. The person who seemed to make the best of every situation, and smile at the end of a hard day.

"I can feel the warmth of home, and hear the laughter of children, his children. But they laugh no more." You pick up another. "A woman holding hands with her husband-to-be. She loved him so much." And another. "This one hid for days, hearing the sound of battle come closer. All they wanted was for it to be over..." You seemed more inconsolable with each touch, looking off into the distance at something that wasn't at all in front of you. "These were once people, people who had so much to give. People's lives ripped apart by this tainted earth. I can hear their voices, I can feel their emotion. We must cure this wretched land, we mustn't let this happen to any more innocents." You were practically begging your friends despite knowing they would follow your lead. The scene became somber, but they all nodded regardless. 

Astarion wanted to wipe your tears, he ached seeing you like this, but did not move. He found he had no words of comfort. If he was being honest, he didn't care much for these shadows or their past lives. He cared for you, but that too was hard to admit aloud sometimes. You collected them, and insisted on burying the memories to respect what they once were. Astarion might as well have been studying you as the group walked back outside. It was obvious the memories continued to effect you; you all but sobbed as you held them against you. 

You tried pick out how many children you could hear, counting two boys and a girl. You wanted to catch the names of those lost, and their loved ones. The woman calls her soon to be husband Damien, and he calls her Melody. You try to glimpse their faces, but never manage to. Still, you feel their breath as if it were your own. Nervous and heavy, yet stifled to remain quiet. The more you learn, the more you grieve them as if they were kin. Still, you would not let go. You wanted to remember their stories.

Astarion couldn't figure out why this was so important to you. Why those memories has so deeply affected their fearless leader. They were not important to your mission, they were lost long ago. You do not share your visions. Without a word from yourself or the group, you lead them back to camp for the night. Once there, the others split to their tents, but you went a small ways away to bury the shadows. Your body visibly relaxes as your separate the orbs from your touch, both relieved and exhausted. Astarion, who had been watching the exchange, walks over to meet you. You sit on your knees, muttering well wishes to the lost souls as he sits besides you. He can tell you're a bit irritated he'd invaded your moment, so he remained quiet and waited for you to talk. He doesn't have to wait too long.

"I wish I could return these memories to their loved ones." You admit. "I can't understand why. Your big heart always does seem to allude me." He tries to joke, but he wishes he could eat the words when they just make you frown deeper. "These are lives, Astarion. Lives ruined by this curse, the cult, this evil. I... We can't save them. It isn't fair that they had to be ripped from what could have been." Astarion was taken aback by the answer, if he was honest. He felt a pang of grief as he remembered being ripped from his life to be made into a spawn. "I'm sorry. You can't save everyone." He said, trying to hide how bitter he felt. You shake your head. "I know, but...if I'd been taken by the shadows, if I had been reduced to this orb with just a glimpse of who I was... what would you do with it?" You looked him in the eyes, and saw his features soften the way they only did for you. "I'd cherish it every day. The way I cherish you." He answered genuinely. Though he didn't appreciate the thought of your death, he understood your point. "Exactly. As would I. And I would give them that comfort too, if I could. I suppose this will have to suffice." You lean your head on his shoulder, an act he welcomes. "I'm sure there are others, shadows with memories suffering inside. I know we have so much on our plate, but..."

Astarion knew what you wanted to do. If it would ease your troubled mind, he would do it for you. "Then we will find them, and you can lay them to rest. With you looking after them, my sweet, I'm sure the souls are at peace." He wasn't convinced the souls felt anything, but he wouldn't say that to you. Besides, he surely felt that way with you at his side. You smile, prompting him to place a soft kiss to the top of your head. You wonder who else you might find, what stories you might relive for them. You wonder if, somehow, these souls would help you find their friends. "I hope so."

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"I'm going to play Dark Urge, I'm going to play a Drow, I'm going to play a Half Elf Cleric of Selune-" No. I grow tired of filling Faerun with hotties and encouraging my party's fatherless behavior.

To remedy this I have made Your Dad, the ultimate 1:1 replica of the average New Jersey father to save the realm and put a stop to my party's sad, horny business.

And before you can even ask "oh what is the Guardian Your Mom or something" of fucking course she is you fool

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all right, who gave this man a teaching license?

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I just wanted to come here and say that baldurs gate has consumed my life for the last two weeks.

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I'm not the only one who sees a similarity between them, am I? 😂👀

(father and son)

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being in a small fandom is like being given a bone, chewing on it until you're done with it, burying it in your backyard, and then digging that same chewed up bone months later to continue chewing on it, and then the cycle just repeats.

this is especially true for small fandoms that you know won't be getting any new content, so you just have to consume the content you've already consumed thousands of times before.

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

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I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

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Jayce Talis / Boots by Rudyard Kipling

Posted this to tiktok already but I'm very proud of it..

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Never been a more loyal friend than Max the Dog. Mans saw the Grinch crashing out in the most morally incorrect way and still helped out.

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The Same {Bucky Barnes x Reader}

Third Person P.O.V.

The Avengers stealthily boarded the cargo ship, covered by the darkness of the night. They had spent months chasing her, The Reaper. Another deadly soldier who Hydra had used to replace the Winter Soldier. She seemed to be popping up everywhere, and the Avengers were sure she was up to no good. She left death behind her as if she were truly the one to wield the scythe and lead the souls. But the killings had stopped two months ago, and she was on the run from them. They were glad for the spared lives, but frustrated at how the clues to find her got scarcer and scarcer.

Fury's sources had tracked her this ship exporting various weapons out of Africa. Though it seemed to have no connections to Hydra or any smugglers on their radar, it was definitely a dangerous and illegal ship. Still, they had to focus on the target above all else. If she was traveling with military grade weapons and explosives, it did not mean good news.

The team split up, searching for her. And who should find her first then her predecessor, Bucky Barnes. "I've got eyes on her," he whispered into the intercom, "on the bow, portside. She's going through the crates." Before Bucky could engage, a rumbling came from within the ship. "Explosive going off in the hull. Everyone get off the ship!" He heard Natasha call. Bucky saw the Reaper start running, and gave chase with determination. Every attack against Hydra felt personal to him, he wanted to make them all pay. He wanted them to lose.

He grabbed her by the back of her jacket, which made her whirl around, freeing herself from his grasp. She put her arms up as if this were a mere sparring match. "Soldat de iarna. El trăiește până la urmă." Bucky was caught off-guard. Romanian? "Soldatul de iarnă a murit. Omul adevărat a trăit."

"If you call doing someone else's bidding living." She snapped, lunging at him with a left hook. The both swing and dodge and miss until The Reaper finally caught Bucky in the gut. She tried to run, but he recovered enough to grab her ankle. It proved to be a futile effort and the explosions in the ship got closer and more violent. A large blast no more then hundred feet away releases enough force to knock them over board into the water below. 

(Y/n) P.O.V. 

I gasp for breath when I get to the surface. My body aches from the impact, and I growl at the  frustration of being caught. The Winter Soldier pops up about ten feet from me, trying to contact his team. I assume it's no use when he slams his hand into the water. More explosions come from the ship making it increasingly more dangerous to be around. The soldier spots me, and begins swimming toward me with malice in his eyes. "You guys blew up the ship? Aren't you supposed to be the good guys?" I snap. "We didn't do this! Why were you on that ship, Reaper?" He growls. "That's a need to know basis." I look around and spot something in the distance. Without waiting for his response, I start to swim away. "Where do you think you're going?" He calls.

"There's land about a mile that way, and I don't see your team anywhere around here. Not that I would find their presence real welcoming. Think you can keep up?" I ask mockingly. "I'm a super soldier with a metal arm. I think you should ask yourself that." He snaps.

"Ah, you wouldn't let me drown, would you?" I ask, already swimming again. He responds gruffly. "That remains to be seen." The water swirls around me, rough and choppy and dark, but warm enough. Its terrifying and threatening, part of what makes the ocean so beautiful. The perfect killer. The soldier ends up few yards ahead of me, and reaches the sand before me. He glares at me the whole time I pull up. "The hell do you want?" I hiss. He ignores the questions.

"The other Avengers will find us soon. When they do, you'll finally be caught." I clench my teeth in anger. If only he knew. Maybe he wouldn't be such a douche. But he doesn't deserve to know. He doesn't deserve a thing from me. "Not if I find a way off first. Or get rid of you. Or Hydra beats them." I notice the slight change in demeanor. I realize he fears them. I smirk. "What? Can't even handle the word? They fucked you up good, didn't they?" He stalks towards me, real close to my face. "Shut up." He quickly grabs my wrists, cuffing them before I can react.

Dammit. I've lost my touch.

"Kinky," I retaliate. "What part of 'shut up' don't you understand?"

"The 'up' part. Why is that the phrase to tell someone to stop talking?"

"Smart ass...you shut your jaw up-why am I having this conversation? Let's just go. We need search for food, a clean water source, and a signal."

"Well, I can't help with my hands tied and all, so I'll just sit here, and-"

"Your legs work. I'm not leaving you alone." He grabs me to make sure I don't separate. He has an intense look as he walks like in a movie. I sign in defeat, too tired from the swim to argue. This is going to be...interesting. I need to find a way to escape or, like he said, the Avengers will capture me.

~~~~~

We survive the first few days with a great struggle. Although we were both trained for this situation, how to survive while stranded in many environments, we spend too much time at each others throats to get much done. 

"You're doing it wrong."

"I'd like to see you try and do this while your hands are cuffed together, jackass."

Things calm down after what I'd guess to be a week in. We give up on being picked up anytime soon, and any escape. He uncuffs me, deciding I'm more helpful with the free range, but keeps a close eye on me. Two weeks in, and I give up on escaping entirely. Either Hydra will find me and use me again, or the Avengers will find me and kill me. I think I prefer the ladder.

"I never would have guessed your friends were so incompetent. I mean, we weren't that far from the wreckage." I say one afternoon. We lie in the sand under the shade of a tree. Where he once would have ignored or argued with me, he instead says, "You know? Me too. They managed to find me after all." 

"You must be delirious to be agreeing with me." I joke. He chuckles. "Maybe." I roll over so we're looking at each other. "What's your name?" I ask. "Your real one, I mean." He narrows his eyes at me, as if trying to figure out the hidden meaning. "Why do you care?"

"I'll tell you mine in exchange." He still looks skeptical. "Come on, shouldn't we try to work together here?" He's silent for a moment. "James Bucannon Barnes. My friends call me Bucky." I snicker at the name. "Bucannon? What are you, a 100 years old?" 

"Yes." He answers with such intensity that I don't even think to question it. I know what Hydra is capable of. "Oh. I'm sorry." He shakes his head. "Your name." It's not a question, but a demand. Maybe I shouldn't hand over that information, but it's been so long since I've introduced myself or heard my name that I can't help myself. "(Y/n) (L/n). I don't know what my friends call me. I'm not a 100 years old though." He shakes his head again, but with humor this time. "You can laugh, I'm hilarious, 'Bucky.'" I mock. Now he frowns. "We're not friends."

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"You know, Barnes. I bet we could build a pretty decent raft with the stuff around this place. We can't stay here forever." Though we had found springs of fresh water, were able to fish and forage, and could find shelter in small caves, I didn't want to spend the rest of my life here. I want more from the life I was dealt. "And go where? We don't even know what direction land is in, and we would lose the vital resources we have. We'd likely end up lost at sea, and die of thirst."

"Then stay here. I'll go without you. You guys want me dead anyway." I insist stubbornly. "That's not- I don't want you to die, (L/n). We're not your precious Hydra. We want to put a stop to your massacre." He spits. "At any means necessary, even killing me?" I ask for confirmation, but I know the answer. "I won't let you condemn yourself to death." He insists. I'm shocked at his phrasing. Maybe it's just him remembering himself in my place, but it's the most care someone has shown me in a long time. "Okay, Barnes." If he's shocked by my easy compliance, he doesn't show it. I drop the issue, even after a month of being stuck here.

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I sit on the shore while Barnes uses the makeshift spear to fish, yelling at him still. "You don't know anything about me or what I've done! You think you're so high and mighty? You've done everything I've done and worse!" He doesn't respond, but his stabs at the fish get more aggressive. I notice the wave getting darker, rougher, and faster. "And now what? You wanna prove you're so manly but catching nothing? Get your head out of your ass, Barnes. There is a storm coming, come back to shore." He stops, and turns to face me, not making a move toward me. "So you can yell at me more? I already know what I've done. You can't insist I know nothing about, Reaper. I've been studying you for months. Do you have any remorse?" 

Before I can answer, A huge wave crashes over him. He falls over. "Barnes! Look out!" Another wave seems to wash away because I lose sight of him. "Fine, let the idiot drown." I growl to myself. I take a few steps towards our shelter before stopping. "Dammit." I turn back, and sprint towards the water. The water is rough and cold, but I dive in anyways. I'm coming, I'm coming, My lungs burn by the time I find his motionless body floating toward the bottom of the reef. I kick hard, and grab him under his arms. Jeez he's heavy. With massive struggle, I drag the dead weight onto shore. I'm exhausted from the ordeal, but still fly into panic when I realize he isn't breathing. I can't be stuck here alone. I can't let him die. He deserves more from this life too.

I begin the compressions. "Come on, Barnes. Come on. Don't give up. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. You're not a bad guy, you didn't serve it. Come on, please. Barnes?" His body shudders underneath my hands. "James?" His eyes fly open, and he gasps. "Bucky!" He sits up quickly and coughs up water. I sigh in relief. I rub his back a little to ease him. "Let it out, it's okay." Once it's up, he lays back, heaving a little. "You okay, Barnes?" He looks at me, smiles slightly, and says, "Bucky." My face scrunches in confusion. "What? Did almost drowning scramble your brain?"

"You called me Bucky. You panicked. You care about me." He mocks, sitting up. I quickly get defensive. "I do not. I just can't have your friends thinking I killed you."

"Sure. You don't care even little that I die?"

"...It'd get boring around here."

He chuckles. "Thank you, (Y/n). I guess you saved my life."

The usage of my name feels so personal, but right. I frown. I can't get attached, I have to keep running. "Well you can make it up to me. When they come for you, the Avengers I mean, don't tell them I'm here. Please. Tell them I escaped, I drowned, anything." His good mood turns sour again. "I can't do that. You're still a wanted criminal."

"You don't understand. I don't work for Hydra anymore!" I snap, standing over him. "Well you did!"

"So did you!"

"That was different, I didn't have a choice, I wasn't in control!"

"Neither was I!" Shock fills his face. I fall to my knees again in front of him. "Neither was I. I didn't choose to be theirs. I didn't choose anything." Silence. Silence is so incredibly powerful. It allows for a whirlwind of emotion and questions in a short amount of time. When he finally does speak, it's barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't. Don't do that."

"I should have recognized the patterns. You were hiding from them, not us."

"Don't worry about it, Barnes. Seriously. Let's get you to a fire."

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I start us a fire to warm us up before the storm hit. He looks somehow both pensive and awkward. "I don't remember my old life. I try to, but it's so fuzzy. I'm worried it's gone forever." I admit. "It's not. I promise."

"And if I don't like it?"

"Change your future." He says simply. "I found my own file. I got too curious, but hid it. Then I ran away. Apparently, I was a police officer." I look into the fire, but I feel his eyes on me. "I'm sure you were a good one. You still have the compassion."

"If only I'd had it sooner, saved people like I was supposed to. Like I wanted to, I think."

"You still can."

"They killed my family to avoid another situation like you." 

"I'm sorry."

"Everything is gone for me. I think it would be easier to die, James." I start to cry, my chest wracked with sobs. He comes right up next to me, closer then he's ever been, and lifts my head to make me look at him. He brushes the wet hair stuck to my face away. "Thank you. For trusting me. I've fought this battle, (Y/n), It will be okay."

Maybe it's the glow from the fire, or maybe the sight of the moon, or the crash of the ocean. Hell, maybe just being stranded here so long. Something pulls me even closer to him. I hated him. Why am I doing this? Why is he responding? We both lean in, inches apart. But it's ruined.

"We've surrounded you! Put your hands up!" We fly away from each other, hands up, red dots pointed at us. It takes only a look to see it's the men I've tried so hard to run from. Hydra. "This couldn't be more perfect. The Winter Soldier and the Reaper. Just who we've been looking for." From the corner of my eye, I see the slight tense of Bucky's muscles, the fear he extrudes. I won't let him suffer this way again. He's suffered far too long. Battle after battle. I can't let that be his life anymore. I keep my hands up, slowly standing in surrender. "I will go with you, willingly, but if, and only if, you let Barnes go. We all walk away, and leave him here alone. The Avengers will come for him, and cause you more grief. They have broken your words out of him, it would be starting over for you. They won't come for me. Take me, leave him alone. You don't need him anymore."

The soldier in charge nods at the others, seemingly accepting. They know they are no match for me, for us. I get on my knees, and allow them to cuff me. "(Y/n), no-" He starts to stand, but a nearby soldier butts his rifle into his stomach. He doubles over, groaning. "I said leave him alone!" I seethe. "Fall out." The leader calls. The soldiers drag me away, leaving Bucky by the fire. I close my eyes as they lead me, trying to capture the the feeling of freedom for the last time. The smell of the salty sea air, the cool breeze in my hair, the soft sand on my feet. I force myself to focus on my senses so I don't have to think about look of panic in Bucky's eyes, how pretty he looked when I thought he would kiss me, or the grief swelling my heart that I may never see him again as the real me. My only real comfort as I'm chained to the metal floor of this Hydra ship is that I saved him. I know the Avengers will find him soon, and he will be happy with them.  "O sa fie bine." I repeat.

Third Person P.O.V.

Only a mere hours later did the Avengers find Bucky on that island. That had managed to track the Hydra team there. They found him alone by the fire, surprised at the tears, guilt, and regret in his eyes. "We have to find her, we have to save her. She gave herself up for me."

"Save who?" Steve asked carefully. "(Y/n). Hydra got her, they-"

"Who?"

"The Reaper, the second assassins, (L/n), her. She's like me, we have to...We have to...Fuck." He couldn't even find the words to begin to explain to them that they were all wrong. Steve, understanding him like no one else, puts a hand on her shoulder. "We'll find her, Buck."

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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

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This is rough, have any advice on not fucking killing myself?

I know there are a lot of people thinking about killing themselves right now. I felt the exact same way in 2016 when he first got elected.

This is a bad thing, but to anyone having these types of thoughts, please don't do anything that can't be undone. This is the last term he can be be inaugurated, after these 4 years, or hopefully less, he will be gone. It's difficult to stay positive right now, and that's okay. You don't have to stay positive, it's okay to feel these emotions as they are. But please do not commit suicide, because if you do, you won't be able to feel any emotions ever again.

Even though I felt hopeless at the time, I am so glad that I didn't kill myself in 2016.

For my own sake, I really need the people who are upset with this election to stay alive with me

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Stanley Pines and Sans are charismatic and sexy in the same way