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i am a depressed teenage girl sitting in my window watching the seasons change and god is my vampire boyfriend who abandoned me in the woods

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HENRY CAVILL + explaining stuff more like “Toss a coin to your teacher”

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As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

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She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.

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Alone we travelled armed with nothing but a shadow By Julia Wengenroth

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daenerys challenge: happiest moment

Dany felt a lightness in her chest. I will never bear a living child, she remembered. Her hand trembled as she raised it. Perhaps she smiled. She must have, because the man grinned and shouted again, and others took up the cry. “Mhysa!“ they called. ”Mhysa! MHYSA!“ They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. ”Maela,” some called her while others cried “Aelalla“ or ”Qathei“ or ”Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother.                                       They are calling me Mother.

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MINNESOTA BAIL FUND

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ways to support the blm movement

this google doc includes a list of petitions to sign, resources to help educate yourself and others, organizations to donate to, and contacts of law officials to get in touch with to express your support for the george floyd and black lives matter movements. this includes ways to help even if you don’t live in america. please read it and support the movement. 

use your voice. use every platform you have, no matter how big or how small. nothing will change if you just sit there and watch. if you think you’re the exception, you’re not. remaining indifferent will only support the oppressor. do something.

write to your legal representatives. express your support for legislation that would bring justice to the unarmed civilians who’ve been murdered by law enforcement officers. demand for justice. 

call 612-324-4499 ㅡ this is a hotline that will coach you on how to get connected with the people who can arrest the officers that murdered george floyd. 

create serious conversation. stop demeaning people who disagree with your philosophies on how to overcome. it is useless and no better than the practices of the oppressor to silence. we need to listen to each other with respect and really consider how we can combine our perspectives to create practical change. 

please feel free to add any links or resources or information that you think will be helpful and also reblog to spread awareness. the systems we are fighting against were literally created to oppress marginalized communities and therefore will not go down without a fight. we need to collectively stand up and do something about it. 

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black people, please take care of yourselves. please take care of your health. please take care of your mind. please take care of your spirit.

i understand if your soul is not at peace. i understand if you are exhausted. just, please take care of yourselves in these dark, hateful times and surround yourself with people who understand why.

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i am not black, but i see you.

i am not black, but i hear you.

i am not black, but i mourn with you.

i am not black, but i see the injustice that you face.

i am not black, but i see the fear for your sons and your daughters. your brothers and sisters.

i am not black, but i will stand with you.

inaction is also an action. and i will not stay silent.

i don’t see your color. i appreciate and honor your color and your roots and experiences. you are valued and respected.

✊✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

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This was insanely sweet. You used the prompt beautifully and I loved every single word I read. Thank you so much for participating in my writing challenge <3

Speak to Me

Summary: Bucky meets a girl. A girl who stutters.

Pairing: Bucky x Stutterer! Reader

Warnings: Frustration. Harsh language because of said frustration.

Prompt: “I’ve wanted to say, ‘I love you’ for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

A/N: This one’s personal. I’ve had a lifelong stutter, and this is very real and true to what I’ve experienced. I’m doing fine, though. It’s not as bad now.

This is for @serpienten ’s writing challenge! Thanks for letting me participate!

 The first time Bucky sees you is blue.

You’re wearing blue. A long blue coat, over black stretch pants. It’s raining, and you’re under a black umbrella. April showers. People pass you, hurrying to their own destinations.

God, you’re a sight. Beautiful, a goddess among mortals, yet so sad.

You’re having trouble speaking to someone on the phone. You don’t seem nervous… just a little sad. Frustrated, even.

You’re stammering, getting stuck on words. Occasionally, your head twitches for the tiniest bit until you manage to get a word or two out.

Bucky feels sorry for you. He remembers one man in the 107th, who had a severe stammer. Maybe because it was nervousness, or maybe it was related to trauma, or family history. Bucky didn’t know.

“Yeah,” you say, curtly, “I ju-just want to-” You stop, your head twitching again. “Eh-eh-explain to him th-that-” You take a breath. “Explain to him that I-I-I-”

He leaves then, only because he doesn’t want you to see him staring.

The next time is yellow. You’re wearing a yellow dress, with beige sandals. Summertime. August heat. It’s a miracle he even recognizes you - you have cut your hair.

You’re still a sight. A sight for sore eyes that are used to blood and death and frightened gazes.

You drop your groceries. Those new paper bags… sure, good for the environment, but not very good with carrying things. You crouch down and start to pick them up.

Wow, Bucky thinks, where am I? The 40′s?

Awestruck, and wordlessly grateful to whatever force that has led the both of you to the same place at the same time after months, he approaches you this time.

“Excuse me, miss…”

Your eyes turn, and you glance up at him. Your eyes linger on his arm, and you take a step back, practically falling on your bottom.

“You-” you say, cautiously, “I-I know you… S-suh-suh-soldier…”

He can hear the pain in your voice, and he knows what you are thinking: a) fear, since the Winter Soldier was right in front of you b) absolute patheticness - stuttering isn’t the best sign of confidence in the presence of danger.

“It’s not like that anymore, miss,” he says calmly, sure that you aren’t going to say anything. “And… if I’m being honest, it wasn’t really my fault.” All the while, he takes some of the heavier groceries you are picking up and carries them himself.

You notice what he does Your mouth opens, just a little, in surprise. “Thank you,” you say softly. Clearly.

You both stand up.

“Can I walk you home, miss?”

It takes you a little while to respond, for a number of reasons. “Yes,” you practically blurt out finally, nodding your head frantically. “Yes. But.. p-puh-lease stay outside the d-door?”

“Of course. My name is James. What’s yours?”

You tell him after a few seconds of silence.

And he does stay outside your door. A gentleman.

The next time he sees you is pink. Red-related colors don’t always mean anger or lust.

It’s a date, and yet it isn’t. Coffee shop chatter and lofi music.

It goes well. You share stories of your childhood, your education, your interests. He knows that you already know a lot about him, but he also says things that you don’t know - like his favorite color (blue), and his favorite place to be (the beach).

All the while, he’s patient. Patient while you speak, patient while you try to. He lets you finish, and if you get even a little frustrated, he gently stops you and asks you to continue, this time more relaxed. And it works. Every single time.

Ten times and ten colors later, you’re ready to tell him that he’s the best person you’ve ever met. You’re in his car: he’s driving you home from a dance.

“Buh - Bucky?” you ask, your hand coming to grasp his. It’s gentle and slow, just so that he isn’t startled.

“Yeah?” he asks, and he sounds shy. It’s amazing how someone can actually be shy like that, even after months of being with someone they’re totally at ease with.

You open your mouth to speak, and you freeze.

Come on, it’s there. It’s right there. Just say those three words. Get it out. Get the Goddamn words out.

“I-I-” you manage, then you stop. Close your eyes. Try again. Stop. Dammit.

Bucky pulls over, and puts the car in park.

“Sweetheart,” he says, and you look up at him, tears in your eyes.

“No,” you say. “No, no, n-no. Shit. Wh-why does this a-alw-always happen?”

“Hey,” he says, “what did you want to say?”

“I-” you shut your eyes tight again, letting out a sob. “Buh-Buck, I-” You will it out of you, and it comes out almost as a yell.

“Iloveyouokay?”

He pulls back, startled. Then he realizes what you’ve said, and he gives you a small smile.

You don’t return it. In fact, you let your tears out, quietly crying into your hand. “Suh-soh-sorry, Buck,” you gasp. “Fuck, I-I- shouldn’t ha-”

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You do. His voice is drenched with pain: it falls from his lips and hits the car seat with a heavy thump.

“Talk to me. Relax. Tell me everything.”

You breathe in and out shakily.. Breathe in his kind eyes, his gentle hand touch.

“I… I wanted to say "I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.“ You say it softly and slowly, your tense muscles relaxing.

He looks proud. Proud of you. He leans in and kisses you on the temple, lips so soft and barely there. "Honey,” he says against your forehead. You can feel and hear him grinning. “Looks like you’ve made up for it. I’m so proud of you.”

He pulls his head away and embraces you fully. “I love you, too.”

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I have literally no words. 

This is art. 

I would love to give you an essay review of this fic but what my rambling would boil down to in the end is that you’re an incredible writer. I’m blown away by your skill and the way you describe things and are capable of pulling the reader into your stories. This was a fantastic read from start to finish. I’m a massive fan of yours. 

Thank you so much for participating in my writing challenge!! <3

buried in your bones | b.b.

summary: “Promise you’ll love me always.”

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, blood, violence, swearing, drinking, magic and therefore magic haters pairing: king!bucky x queen!reader word count: 11.1k

a/n: inspired by hurricane by fleurie. i recommend listening to it for proper vibes :) written for @serpienten​​​​ and @buckysknifecollection​​​​. i had the prompt king/queen au and a dialogue prompt that is bolded. sorry this took so long! am still working through some killer writer’s block :( but enjoy!

James can taste nothing but blood in his mouth as he plunges his sword through chainmail. His ears are ringing from the sound of metal singing with every slice, every clash of his sword against his opponents and his foot catches on a dead knight’s arm as he whirls around.

All around him, dirt is flying and there is the smell of smoke as he twirls out of the way of a horse with no rider. Sweat dripping through his armour, he spots a soldier pinned down and charges, running the attacker through his sword and kicking him off the tip.

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evolution of winter soldier bucky

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Who the hell is Bucky?

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