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[paperbackribs]

[happyvoltz]

how we feeling 2022 i mean 2024

[remy]

Lord I see what you have done for others. Get me out of this state !

Me and my boyfriend (butch) are finally leaving Texas for Washington in June, we have everything planned out but we desperately need funding to secure housing once we get up there, and money for the 3000 mile drive from here to there

Please reblog and share!

[curiositydoorunlocked]

Unfailingly hysterical to me the way S4 bashes the viewer over the head with Will’s sadness—and at almost every opportunity, too, because god forbid we forget it for a second!

It’s a whole season of “Don’t you see how sad Will is?? This is making Will sad. Isn’t that sad? Look at his sad face. Hey, in case you haven’t noticed, Mike and El are making Will sad! This is a situation that is very sad for Will. Don’t forget that Will ‘sad baby deer eyes’ Byers is sad!”

[homespun-cicada]

I have been playing sooooo much fucking Minecraft lately. Having a blast on a medieval themed fantasy roleplay server! Here’s my little feller.

[audii-the-starry-eyed-wise]

"Byler would ruin the show for me and I'd never watch stranger things again-" OH NOOO 😰😰 will you have to go back to one of the hundreds of straight shows where they sideline queer characters and give them underdeveloped plots??? 🥺🥺🥺 will you cry when you find out that the writers chose a realistic and thought out depiction of a struggling queer character instead of a boring and toxic het ship??? 🤧🤧 Will you have to storm to twitter and reddit yelling that byler was fanservice and random to make yourself feel better instead of letting people who resonate with Will and Mike's storyline enjoy the representation they rarely get??? Poor baby 😖😖 ill get you your blankie and bottle to make you feel better- okay? 🤗🤗

sybau

[runraerun]

[urthefartmike]

noah holding the “byler is real sign”

him saying that his favourite ships are:

byler, lumax, jopper, jancy, and byler again

OH WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK.

why does he look like this is his fucking mugshot 😭

[edorazzi]

Page 12 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix unlocks his first Miraculous power (Black Hole!) and ruins Mr. Pigeon's heroic fight for bird justice. He's made a sworn enemy this night! 3:<

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[insaneaboutbyler]

Byler tumblr low-key feels like a massive group chat

[happyvoltz]

been thinking about vampire eddie

[crow-caller]

I've been contacted multiple times now for a scam on this site which is...

If someone contacts You, asking you to buy a commission (with listed reasons too like rent or food)... you need to watch out. All scams are shitty, but this one especially is taking advantage of an inclination to trust people and want to help :/ you should always, of course, verify where your money is going before you send it

Multiple times after posting with the word 'commission' in it, I've had accounts reach out asking if I'm buying any. Once the post in question was me being excited i had a commission in progress— definitely not a rime im likely to be buying another, but the scammer was likely just searching for any use of the word and messaging en masse

The accounts have art on them, but all reblogged or posted in a short time frame, fairly recent, and only a page or two total. This art is stolen, usually from very small artists, making it harder to backtrace. Talking to the person will be quite rushed towards reaching a payment. But there isn't necessarily one obvious script here

I'm just saying.... generally, artists don't reach out from the blue to ask you to commission them. People can work in various styles, but check someone's page. Reverse image search if there's any hackles raised. Legitimate people do have new accounts or no professional profile, and may need money desperately... but there are 100% scammers out there too.

It feels extremely shitty to accuse someone of being a scammer, but if you don't feel you can trust them, you can ALWAYS politely decline and refuse further conversation. "I'm not looking to commission right now, but thank you".

(In slightly similar scam watch, my ancientass never used Fictionpress has been overflowing with a similar but more obvious version of this— someone going "I love your writing!! I'm an artist and would love to make art for your story?". I've received like 10 variations of this script now. They're either wanting money full stop, or hoping to get you to pay for AI slop.)

[fallen-w1ngs]

[ escapism : 00 ]

[ phase 01 : PROLOGUE ]

|| pairing : 40s! james "bucky" barnes x nymph!reader [slowburn]

|| warnings : reader and bucky are asses to each other , talk of war , reader is magic

|| wc : 3.3k

Humans always.. Seemed so silly to you. Such small creatures that seemed to be in a constant state of fighting and hurting each other. It was amusing as it was disappointing. See, you’re not exactly human yourself. You’re one with nature, one who’s in sync with the fauna and flora.

A nymph. One of many who found safety within the forest. You’ve lived hidden for over 100 years, in a peaceful state. Even in winter, it wasn’t the worst. Surprisingly, you could withstand most extreme temperatures. Being a being of nature helped with that.

However..

It had gotten worse. Word has gotten around that there had been threats from the other lands. Lands far away from you. But you had to find out what was going on, many of the other nymphs you lived near were too fearful of the humans to even attempt to interact with them. You’d already gone out to the city of “New York City” and explored it thoroughly. It was nice enough, though, you preferred the forest.

With a shaky breath, you left the comforts of your home and went into the city. Using some clothes you’d gotten a few weeks ago, you were able to blend in nicely. 

The streets were busy, businessmen running to their works, small girls happily walking with their mothers, begging to get candy, and young boys selling newspapers. You dug through your pockets and checked.. Yes! 25 cents, perfect. 

With a small smile, you bought one of the worn out newspapers. Perfect, you won’t have to socialize with these humans! As fascinating as they are, you could not deal with all their.. Incessant drama. 

You opened up the newspaper, squinting your eyes to try to read through all of it. God, you haven’t read anything in over 40 years. 

With quick steps, you scanned through the words and took a sharp turn at 44th street as you’d learn that’s what they called it. You lovingly called it the busy corner.

Your walking was interrupted by a wall(?) you’d run into, falling back onto your bottom and dropping the newspaper into a puddle on the side of the road. You looked up to what wall had stopped you and were about to use magic to blast it to pieces before you saw, not a wall, but a man in a uniform and a smaller man beside him. Seemed you’d barely even made a dent in the uniformed man.

“Shoot, I’m so sorry ‘bout that!” He offered a hand and soft smile. Yet all you felt was unfettered rage. Look. As a nymph, a forest one at that, you’ve had.. Less than the best experiences with humans. Chopping down trees, polluting the air with their smoke, polluting the ground with their cigars and bottles from camping trips. Oh god, camping trips. You HATED when the humans came around. 

With a huff, you swatted his hand away and pushed yourself up and off the ground. Swiping away at any dirt and mud that had gotten on your clothes. “I don’t need your help, human.” The last word was spat out as if a slur as you glared at him before turning your attention to your now, sopping wet, newspaper.

“What?” The brown haired man blinked at you as you grabbed the paper, the pages starting to rip at the seams. The water had already done its job, and the information you could have gathered for your fellow nymphs were now gone. “Oh, I’m so sorry about your paper, here, you can have mi-”

“I don’t need your pity.” A scowl befell your face as you mushed the broken paper together and looked around, trying to find a garbage can. Not wanting to leave it on the streets like many of these humans did. “Just watch where you’re going next time.” 

“Wa-” The man snickered and ran a hand through his hair. A strained smile on his face as he looked you up and down. “Watch where I’m goin’? Y’do know you were the one with their nose stuck in the paper?”

“Buck-” The smaller man put his hand on the others’ arm. His brows stitched together with anxiety. “C’mon, let’s just go”

A snort left your nose. “Buck? You’re named after a deer?”

Buck, as the smaller had called him, glared at you. His lips quirked up in a forced smile. As much as this man seemed to annoy you, you can’t deny, he was beautiful. If he were a nymph, or a nicer human, you’re sure you'd have fallen for him in an instant. “You’re not from around here, are you, dollface?” Though, the magic of his beauty fell as those words left his lips.

“I’m surprised your peabrained self realized that.”

“Ohh, I see, you’re pretty uptown folk who came down to look down on us lower class kids, huh?”

“Oh, no, I’d rather die than associate myself with those people.”

“Pretendin’ to be something y’are or aren’t isn’t a good look on you, sweetheart”

“Like that sad sack, an excuse for a piece of fabric that you call a hat on your head?”

As the two of you spoke to each other, venom dripping within every word that was exchanged, you hadn’t even realized how close you were getting. To the point where the tip of your nose was very close to making contact. Barely the width of a penny.

Buck’s cheeks flushed at the insult and he rolled his eyes as he backed away and grabbed the smaller one's arm and pushed the newspaper into your chest. Much to your protests. “C’mon, Steve! We have better things to do before I leave!”

“Celebrating your departure?” You grinned and walked the opposite direction from them. Sure, a bit curious on why the asshole was leaving, but you didn’t bother trying to find out.  

Despite your prideful nature.. Yes, you did use the newspaper to learn more of what was going on. And instead of walking around the streets, you sat at the nearest bench. Skimming through the words and small news parts. What you found out was that there was a war going on. The one that was causing the explosions that you’d heard of. 

With this new information, you left to go. Throwing the newspaper away, you walked with a purpose. The Stark Expo. You’d read that there were the war men.. Uh, fighters? Soldiers! Those soldiers who were fighting the war. Perhaps if you spoke with them then they’d stop this idiotic war and actually care for the Earth instead of destroy it. 

.. Also you did want to see a flying car, but that’s besides the point!

–

The expo was loud. Crowded, too many people for your liking. Much too many humans litter their bags of popcorn or cups of soda. Dirty. As much as you would have loved to tell them off, create a scene about how there are animals and trees dying whilst they party around, you had a seperate goal. Find this soldier sign up schtick, find the head soldier, talk to them of what’s going on in the forest. 

As you walked around, you were pulled in by the one called “Howard Stark.” A man showing off a car, disgusting things they were, polluting the air with its smoke.. Oh, but human inventions were so interesting. Your eyes were glued to the contraption. It floated for a few moments before sputtering and crashing back down. 

“I did say a few years, didn’t I?” Howard chuckled as the crowd cheered. That’s when you were pulled away, back to your mission. A flying car in a few years would be interesting.. Maybe they’d finally realize how polluted the air was!.. No, who were you kidding, humans would just ignore it.

Thankfully, without stepping into too many puddles of sodas, you reached the area of the drafting. There were people who were looking at mirrors, seeing how they’d look in a soldier's outfit. It was.. In a strange way endearing. Much how nymphs around you dreamt of being gods. Or at least meeting them. Your eyes darted around, looking for anyone in uniform. Much like that Buck you met. Finally, your eyes met with one of them, he was speaking with other men, most likely about how they should sign up as well. Oh! Smoke was practically fuming out your ears as you stomped over.

“You!” You said, pointing to the uniformed man, startling everyone around you. “You are a soldier, right?” 

“W-Well, yeah I am,” He had one of those annoyingly charming smiles.

“Stop the war.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’m doing my best!” He laughed, and the small crowd around him laughed as well. Brushing you off as if you were some bug.

“Contact the rulers of Germany and make their king stop!” .. Okay, you weren’t exactly caught up to the latest history. You knew the land you reside in didn’t have a ruler, though you didn’t know if that was the same as the others.

“Pfft- Yeah, ‘course, and I’ll have a spot of tea with the queen of England!”

“This is no laughing matter!” Your cheeks flushed as you heard these humans laughing. Oh, how you hated these pathetic creatures. Only thinking of their own entertainment. “The flora and fauna are suffering because of you!” “Flora and fauna..?” You heard someone mutter. The uniformed man rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Go home, sweetheart, it’s clear you’re off your rocker.”

“There are bigger things than your petty human fights! Creatures are suffering!” You balled your fist tight, glaring up at him. Small vines growing around your ankles. Something you subconsciously did to try and ground yourself. “Enough of the fight!”

Before the man could rebuttal, a hand was placed on your shoulder. It was gentle, not tugging or pulling you away from the situation. But something you could steady yourself with. You turned around and there was a small, old man. Though he looked older than you, he was definitely younger. At least by 20 years or so. 

“My apologies for my grandchild, they’re a rowdy kid,” The man squeezed your shoulder and your shoulders tightened. Okay, you should run with this, humans are easily deceived.

“Keep an eye on your screwball of a grandkid, doc, they need t’go to an asylum for the crazies.” 

With that, you pulled away from the crowd and walked with the old-younger man. He had a strange accent, one you hadn’t heard before. Though, this doctor made you feel.. Safe. He reminded you of another older nymph. She was always soft, very kind to you when you were newly created. Ah, well, it was a shame she had passed about 40 years ago. Once the both of you reached a more private area, the man let go of you and crossed his arms over his chest. A playful smile on his face as he looked at you.

“You’re, ah, a nymph, yes? One of those magical creatures?”

You were taken aback, immediately shaking your head no and denying all of it. “What? No, I- Where did you get that idea?” 

“Do not act like I do not know anything,” He said with a breathy laugh. “I have met a nymph before, back in Germany-”

“You live in the land of Germany?” You cut him off. To this, he laughs again.

“And they spoke much like you.”

“Ah.. I have not exactly spoken to many humans in my lifetime. My apologies.” 

“You do not need to apologize, dear,” The man patted your shoulder and continued. “Now, tell me, what were you yelling at that soldier for, hm?”

Your eyes casted downwards as you played with the ends of your sleeve. “My home. Well-” a small sigh left your lips. “My friends and I have heard whispers from birds that there were explosions near the water. And that far off lands were being destroyed. Killing us in different lands. I came here to try and stop it.”

“You want to fight?”

“If it means my kind and the forest life is safe, so be it.”

“Hm..” The doctor hummed and thought for a few moments. Scanning you, not in a strange way but in an analytic way. As if trying to see if you were.. Good enough. “You know the pier?”

“Yes. The seagulls always gawk about it to the robins.”

“I will be there at noon, find me there and I’ll see to it that you can help protect those you care for.” 

With that, the doctor from the far lands of Germany left you alone. As much as you hated the prospect of leaving home, you hated the idea of those of your kind dying off even more. This new chance being presented to you, you decided to go with him. Go to wherever he’d bring you and help with anything you could. Afterall, you nymphs were magical, whether it’s fighting, protecting or healing, you could help. This’ll be easy.

–

“Absolutely not!” Okay, maybe it won’t be as easy as you’d expected. 

The man in front of you, as you’d learn, was named Colonel Phillips, and he was not on board with you joining the barracks. Even with Dr. Erskine’s vouch for you, he hated this idea. And, yes, he knew of your.. Less than human identity.

“Colonel, I promise you, they are a good asset to have. Perhaps they’re the key to winning this war”

“If you plan on trying to recreate immortality, doctor, I promise you it will not work.” You interrupted. Yes, humans had tried to get their hands on you for immortality. No, it did not end well for them.

Though, the doctor just shook his head. “Nothing like that, we only ask for you to use your magic to help fight. Perhaps heal a few soldiers.”

.. Yeah, that’s doable. You nodded and looked up at the Colonel. Your shoulders shrugging nonchalantly, you didn’t care for this human's approval.. Actually, you didn’t care for any human approval. 

“.. Just stick with Erskine and don’t cause any trouble.” He rolled his eyes and approached a small group of men, all lined up in a straight line. And a woman with brown hair punching a man, something you oh so wished to do.

“Agent Carter!” Phillips called out, both you and the doctor following beside him. It felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb. Not wearing some uniform like Agent Carter nor a uniform of soldiers. But a nice buttoned up white shirt with a tie. Erskine had found some clothes that would fit you and made sure your tie was properly done. 

“Colonel Phillips.. And co.”

“I can see you’re breakin’ in the candidates. That’s good.” He walked up to the one that Carter had punched and scowled. “Get your ass up outta the dirt and stand on that line of attention till somebody comes tells you what to do.”

By that point, you’d stopped listening to the Colonel and paid more attention to the soldiers as well as the agent. Agent Carter, beautiful, and much like you, a sore thumb. Her accent, from what you’d heard, wasn’t like Erskine’s nor Phillips. Most likely somewhere far from here. However, she stood herself with grace and elegance. Something that you admire of humans, that some do not care how others think of them.. Then there were the soldiers. All clean cut, same people, different font. Their uniforms straightened out and perfectly fit.. Though, there was a smaller-

“.. Buck.” You muttered to yourself. Of course, that wasn’t the small one's name, that was the taller, less than gentleman you’d met the day prior, but that was the only thing you could link with the blonde one. He seemed kinder than Buck, but oh Jesus take the wheel, he’s still human and still linked to Buck.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the four walked up to a vehicle.. Something that looked a lot like the cars you've seen, but more open. You climbed in, besides Erskine, and the engine sputtered alive.

“Agent Peggy Carter.” She held her hand out for you to shake it and you nodded. 

“I’m [Name] [Last Name].”

“I see, so you’re the magic one Erskine had warned us of.” 

“Warned?” You turned to the doctor in confusion. Though he just shook his head and laughed.

“It’s a joke. Do not worry.” 

“Ah, my apologies.” Your cheeks flushed. You needed to work on reading the room..

“No need to apologize,” Peggy shook her head and laughed. She sat up pristine, her posture as straight as it could be. “I assume you’re going to be fighting?”

“I- uh, believe so.”

“Not ‘s long ‘s I have a say in it!”

“Oh, please, Colonel.” Peggy rolled her eyes and spared a smile over to you. “I’m sure you’re an excellent fighter.”

“I wish. I saw when you punched that soldier, you have a good fist.”

“Oh, you flatter me, [Name].”

Flattery. You knew that word. Something that humans did to try and appease others, right? You remembered that humans about 80 years ago first found you and tried flattery, to try to get you to use your magic.

“I assure you, I don’t flatter, Miss Carter. Flattery is for the boorish and the brainless” You said, with an absolute delighted smile. 

The comment you made did not garner the best reaction. No one said much of anything after that. Now just watching the men huff and puff as they ran behind the vehicle.

Yeah. Okay, again, needa work on your social skills. Back with the nymphs they would have lost their shit.

After a few more agonizingly silent moments, the car made a crackle! type of noise before coming to a halt. Phillips jumped down from the car and pointed up to a flagpole, his voice booming as he yelled.

“That flag means you’re only at the halfway point! First man t’bring it t’me gets a ride back with Agent Carter ‘n I! Move! Move!”

The soldiers started rushing over to the pole, jumping on each other, desperate to try and grab the flag flying high. They were like a pile of savage dogs, trying to grab one last bit of scrap meat just out of their reaches. Their greed was sickening. Though, they had been running a long while, so it made sense. 

Their hope was short lived, however, as Phillips yelled for them all to get their asses back to formation. All of them went back, you could see the disappointment in their eyes. All but one. The tiny one.

“Rogers! I said fall in!” So that’s what his name– or last name– was. Rogers.

He ignored Phillips as he stared up at the flag for a few moments. Much to everyone's confusion before he bent down and took a big screw out of the metal. The pole squeaked before falling over with a loud thud.

“Smart move.” Peggy muttered under her breath. It was obvious she didn’t want anyone to hear her compliment, but you did. You said nothing as Rogers grabbed the flag and handed it over to the Colonel with a small “thank you, sir.” before climbing in. Sat besides Peggy, across from you and Erskine. Whilst Phillips sat at the front seat.

It was obvious the moment Rogers locked eyes with you, he recognized you from the day in the street. He made no comment about it, thankfully. 

Alright. Perhaps these humans aren’t as bad as you thought.

–

The rest of the day went by, no sweat. Okay, well sweat from the soldiers, no sweat from you. You’d just stuck to Dr. Erskine until he had to perform his private duties. He spoke about some sort of serum. You didn’t know about it, nor did you want to get involved. Instead, you opted to walk around the grounds, watching as some soldiers ran by doing a lap or seeing as some men were scrambling to get their things before having to be shipped out into battle. 

This wasn’t what you’d expected. Why fight when they could just talk? Humans were so complicated, with their strange feelings and stranger actions.

Eh. It’s no matter. You’re stuck here now, nothing else to do.

|| ALRIIIIGHHT okay so, i wanted to post the start/prologue as i call it to my new series ! i will be finishing flower shop of new feelings around this week or early next week!! i just wanted to get the ball rolling for this one! and comment if i should make a taglist for this!

[sashaforthewin]

The mosh pit was intense. 

Steve had never been to a concert with moshing, but after a few moments of assessing the situation while trying to protect Dustin, he got the hang of it. There seemed to be one main focused clump of violence and then the edges where people were taking hits but not giving them. Steve instinctively knew this was where he was meant to go, so he positioned himself between the moshers and his charge. Dustin, unfortunately, seemed completely clueless and kept trying to get around Steve to get in on the fun. 

Upon closer observation, Steve noticed that the pit, while chaotic, wasn't actually as violent as he first thought. If someone went down, everyone around them pulled the person up. No fists were colliding. It was wild and bodies were slamming into each other, but it didn't seem life-threatening. So Steve looked at Dustin and said, "once around and then back here," before stepping aside and letting Dustin into the chaos.

Steve's eyes tracked Dustin's progress around the pit while he continued to take the hits the people behind him clearly didn't want to take. Bodies slammed against him, but there was something about it that was starting to be fun. There was a sort of camaraderie to the whole thing.

The moshing was moving in a sort of slow clockwise rotation, seemingly without anyone consciously choosing to do so. But then a guy slammed into Steve from the opposite direction, swimming against the stream, as it were, laughing and smiling. He looked at Steve and then did a double take.

"Hi," the guy said, now standing still within the mosh pit, unphased by the bodies slamming into him from all angles as he took Steve's hand in a slow shake, staring at him with huge dark eyes and a wide smile. 

"Hi," Steve responded. 

"I love your hair!" The guy said, still holding onto Steve's hand.

"Thanks, I love your vest!"

"Thanks, do you-" he started to ask but was cut off when the pit started to speed up and everyone started slam-dancing in a faster rotation. The guy was swept away into the circle and Steve lost sight of him.

Steve blinked. Then he saw Dustin, whose loud shirt was much easier to spot at a distance, and yanked him out of the circle pit. He could sort of see the guy every once in a while but the pit had him now so Steve continued his barrier duties of protecting the general crowd from the moshing and Dustin continued enjoying the raucous music.

As soon as the song ended, the guy popped back up next to Steve. 

"I love your energy, by the way. I haven't seen you at any shows around. I'm Eddie," he said, flirty, taking Steve's hand again, not really shaking it but more formal than the typical holding hands. 

"I'm Steve. Ow, and this is Dustin who I babysit because he is an immature little child," Steve said, rubbing the back of his leg where Dustin had kicked him.

Dustin was glaring.

"Dude, you don't have to call it babysitting, I'm fifteen."

"Don't worry, little fella, maybe your hot babysitter will invite me over some night he's watching you so we can hang out without you after your bed time."

"Ew. Also, he makes out with women, he likes women," Dustin proclaimed. 

"And more," Steve shrugged, still staring and smiling at Eddie. 

"More, huh? Well I am most definitely more."

Steve had never gone after a guy before, but he couldn't deny the appeal of someone so obviously really attracted to him. His inability to tell if he liked someone or if he liked that they liked him had caused him issues in the past and it sure wasn't showing signs of stopping any time soon, so he just embraced it. He was always willing to give it a shot and see what happened. 

So, with that in mind they exchanged numbers and then got to chatting. Dustin got bored and snuck off back to the mosh pit and Steve decided he could deal with whatever consequences he ended up with, which later turned out to be a bunch of bruises and a bloody, but unbroken, nose. 

But in the meantime, Steve and Eddie discovered they were both in Chicago for the concert and were actually both from the same town, though about as far away from each other as they could possibly live while still being in the town limits. They made plans to hang out at the Hideout the following weekend just in case they lost each other's numbers, and then they were rudely interrupted by Dustin turning up with blood pouring out of his nose. Eddie grabbed them some bar napkins and Steve decided they'd better call it a night. 

"Here, little man, we can trade shirts so you don't have to jumpscare your parents with gore. I like Weird AL and I don't mind being covered in blood. That sounded weird, don't take that the wrong way, Steve."

After some grumbling, Dustin and Eddie swapped shirts. Steve thanked him for being so considerate and kind by pulling him in by the hand and placing a small kiss on his lips, which Eddie eagerly reciprocated and the two made out hot and heavy for a moment until Dustin yelled at them and dragged Steve away.

Eddie just stood there smiling and watching his future husband get pulled out of the club by a disgruntled teen now rocking a Corroded Coffin shirt. After they were out of sight, he sighed wistfully and then headed back into the new circle pit that was just forming. 

[prettyboy-like-you]

Billy: I’m going straight to hell.

Steve: Yeah, probably.

Billy: Shall I pick you up on the way?

Steve: *nodding* Oh dude, carpool for sure — my dad would kill me if I took the beemer.