#THIS WAS SO RUSHED. GOD BLESS

[mechagender]

waiting for artfight to start

[weirdocat83]

Random post canon au idea:

Post canon Hua cheng just lurking in the heavenly spiritual array because A) it’s a good source of info and B) he wants drama and dirt on the gods. He never says anything and very few people even know he’s there (possibly only Xie Lian and Ling wen?) but at some point Xie Lian needs to talk to everyone quickly and addresses Hua Cheng as he does (much to everyone’s panic). The chaos lasts for weeks upon finding out that a calamity was in the array but they can’t openly badmouth him because That Would Be A Death Sentence.

[joelletwo]

head in my hands the final gintoki.

[redgoldblue]

i'm. sobbing [x]

[prosperowrites]

Kale: Whoever is tearing through our security forces must be some kind of tactical genius.

Chai: Mm, gutarr :)

[domeniudulce]

The idea that Gascoigne and Henryk were hunting partners (presumably with Henryk being Gascoigne's elder and mentor) and that Viola was Henryk's daughter is the funniest shit. Like how do you think that went over.

[ubereatsyourpussy]

everyday of my life i thank god for not putting any songs by Rush on the Stranger Things soundtrack

[rhymaes]

Mysterious Lotus Casebook // Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

(continuation of x)

[dovahkiining]

how likely are the jrwi pcs to be sold to one direction. this came to me in a vision. I won't discuss further

[rillils]

RILS, my love, how have you been? its been so long since i left an ask, honestly.. what do you think our boys are doing rn for valentines??

anyways, HAPPY VALENTINES!! I LOVE YOU <333 💛💛💛 😘😘😘

HONEYYYYYYYYY MY DARLING MY PRECIOUS, ILYSM!!! 😍💖😍💖😍 I cannot tell you how HAPPY I was when I logged in today to find one of your asks!! First things first, happy Valentine’s Day to you too, darling! 💕💕💕 I hope yours has been lovely :3 Second, I just wanna say you’re the sweetest cinnamon roll that ever cinnamon rolled, and whenever I see your url/icon around, my little heart just goes “!!!!! FRIEND!!!!! I LOVE YOU FRIEND!!! 💕💕💕”, so there’s that :3

Lastly, and I think I should warn you here – I’ve been thinking long and hard about what Steve and Bucky must have been doing today, and because I’m the most indecisive scrunklekadoodle out there and I can never make up my mind about anything, I thought I might offer you not one, but a few little scenarios :3 They’re just a few of the infinite possibilities, but they also happen to be a few of my faves, and I hope at least one of them is to your liking, honey!! 😘😘😘😘😘

ALRIGHT NOW TIME TO PUT MY CHEESY GOGGLES ON, LET’S GO

one.

I think there’s at least one timeline out there, where they get to do something like this before the war, and like–

end of the night, they’re coming home – just the two of them, just on the right side of tipsy, you know, warmth in their chests and a sweet buzz under their skin, and while Steve’s fishing for their keys in his pocket, Bucky meets his eyes for a moment and damn but he’s been a fool to go looking for stars up in the sky when they’ve been shining so bright right here in front of him.

So key turns in the hole, door swings open for them, and maybe tonight even their apartment is feeling good – maybe their old radio chooses to crackle back to life for a change, and they pull their curtains closed, they only leave the one lamp on, pick their little corner away from the window just in case.

And they’re supposed to be dancing, see, just a little box step like Becca taught them for laughs the last time the Barnes’ had Steve over for the holidays, but then. But then their eyes meet. And their noses, so softly – and their lips, and that’s so much softer somehow – and Bucky’s hand’s travelling up Steve’s spine, and Steve’s sliding his fingers in Bucky’s hair, and they were meant to be dancing, but they just end up making out for twenty-seven minutes straight instead.

two.

alright, there’s definitely a universe out there, in the always blessed post-CATWS timeline where CACW never happened, and just-- please consider:

Steve’s been planning tonight for so long, ‘cause he wants it to be special, wants Bucky to have a Valentine’s Day just like the stuff you see in the movies; and since he can afford it these days, he has precisely 1107 red roses (one for each day they have been together in the new century) delivered to their apartment, with a hand-scribbled note that reads, Hope to send you a million more.

He’s made a reservation at Bucky’s favorite place, and when Bucky steps out of their bedroom that night, with a fresh shave and his hair carefully pulled back, in tight-fitting black pants and that deep burgundy button down that hugs his shoulders just right and brings out the natural red of his lips, Steve nearly falls to his knees in religious worship.

He fits both hands around Bucky’s slim waist, heart drumming out a crazy beat in his chest, just where Bucky’s hands choose to rest awhile.

“You look like a million dollars, honey.”

Bucky smiles that one secret smile of his, the one that so rarely appears outside the safe walls of their home. His metal hand slides up to stroke at the nape of Steve’s neck, slipping tender fingers under the collar of Steve’s shirt to brush, kiss-soft, against his bare skin – and his touch is thrill and gooseflesh spreading down Steve’s spine.

His voice rumbles deep and warm, just a whisper away from Steve’s lips. “You clean up nicely too, doll.”

And I mean, maybe they make it out the door, or maybe they don’t.

three.

But like have you considered the possibility of Valentine’s in Wakanda, because I mean–

catch these boys living it up in their blissful little bubble like they’re on their own special kind of honeymoon, okay, making total goo goo eyes at each other all the time, and there has to be, there HAS to be a little moment somewhere in there, okay, like

it’s February 14th and- and I don’t think they’ve even checked the calendar in like a week, because who needs to know what day it is when they’ve been savoring their time together like this? Content to explore life on their little farm, going from one meal to work, to the next meal, to more work, and so on and so forth, and measuring their day in how many kisses they managed to sneak in between?

Come sunset, they find each other in the kitchen, and Bucky pulls Steve in by his beltloops and captures his lips all sweet-like, like a greeting and like a promise all at once, and Steve tells himself it’s well worth sweating all day long and chasing after stray goats and getting his work clothes all nice and ripe, if at the end of it all he gets to be kissed hello like this.

Bucky chuckles against his mouth, and Steve tastes the sweat off his whiskers, and the faint sweetness of the dried apricots he knows Bucky keeps on him these days.

“You smell like goat,” Bucky pulls away just enough to say to him, his whole face scrunched up with laughter, his eyes screwed shut, all happy crinkles and them mile-long eyelashes and if god has any mercy at all he won’t let Steve’s heart stop dead in his chest the way it feels like it’s going to do, nope, ‘cause Steve’s got so much more of this to bask in yet, so much more of it, so much more.

“You smell like goat shit,” he tells Bucky, and there’s a story somewhere in here left in the trail of clothes they strew across the floor, and a plot twist for sure where they knock over a lamp and a book and almost trip over Steve’s old boots, but the epilogue sees Steve hoisting Bucky up in his arms and stumbling into the shower with him, same way he keeps doing a little too often lately, and nowhere near often enough.

What they start in the shower, of course, they can finish in the bedroom; and if Bucky moves slow and languorous on top of him, and teaches their hips the old rock ‘n’ roll once more, just to make sure they both remember it still, well Steve has always loved to learn.

four.

Now I was thinking– how about a little bit of a romantic getaway? Maybe a long weekend out of town, perhaps in the mountains, to make the best of what’s left of winter. They spend the whole day going for walks around the local village, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, playing in the snow just like they used to when they were kids, building a sadly short-lived snow dick together, sledding, until they’re tired all the way down to their bones.

That’s when they go back to their private chalet, proceed to slip out of their damp clothes and climb together in a nice hot bubblebath, where Steve sits himself between Bucky’s legs and lays back against Bucky’s chest, and they alternate between trading slow, lazy kisses and feeding each other the fancy chocolates they brought back with them, until the water’s gone lukewarm.

and I could honestly keep going, but it's getting late and I need to get up early tomorrow, so for now, happy valentine's day to both you and our favourite boys!!

[inkykeiji]

i would literally kill for pom-pom alright i would KILL for them

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

What was your reaction when you finished reading the Warden and the Wolf King?

Just asking,

Trilliane (P. S. God bless you and keep you!)

*Wingfeather spoilers for book 4 ahead, like seriously, if you don't want the end of the book series fully spoiled for you LOOK AWAY*

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Okay, so, first you need to know that I could sense the ending coming and I dreaded it. Guessing plot twists can be fun but sometimes it can also be awful.

I was so angry and distraught and, honestly, outraged, about Janner dying at first that I couldn't even enjoy what followed (the cloven turning back to humans, Arundelle and Artham's reunion <3 <3, Sara and her boat of orphans, Kalmar giving everyone new names etc).

And then Andrew Peterson had the audacity to end the book LIKE THAT in the epilogue and I about near lost my mind. I started running on fumes of adrenaline and hope and I immediately went in search of fanfics to FINISH THE BOOK since Andrew wouldn't ajlkghfjagdhsardjgf

At the time there was one (1) Ao3 fanfic about the WFS and it had nothing to do with the end of book 4 so I went over to ff.net which THANK THE MAKER had what I needed. I'll link the fanfic I found and immediately accepted as canon below. I can't remember if I actually went and printed it out or if I just planned to, but it is solidly the end of book 4 to me. xD

A Proper Wingfeather Saga Ending

So, yeah, TLDR; I went through the stages of grief, was given a sliver of hope in the epilogue, and immediately turned to fanfiction. xD

[the-punforgiven]

Ngl no amount of Elden Ring has captured the rush I felt when I was playing my Vestal DarkestDungeon cosplay build in Dark Souls 3 and ended up killing Slave Knight Gael by just beating him to death with nothing but a +10 Blessed Mace because I'd given up trying to cast any of her spells several runs ago

[arklayraven]

Excuse me while I-- *HIDES FACE IN HANDS AND HAPPILY SOBS* 💖💖💖

[imagineagreatadventure]

today proved i cannot ever again live in a red state bc i almost got into a verbal altercation in a blue state with retired (or off-duty?) cop & firefighter (old white male boomers btw) who were loudly saying horrendously stupid shit in a public FORMAL place about 1/6, Ferguson, and Baltimore and I couldn't deal with hearing stupid shit all the time

[thebirdandhersong]

cannot emphasize HOW MUCH