#fxlconsnest

[snowinabottlearchived]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘. 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 @rgerscap 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 @lcdgerbled 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 @stuhrk 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 @danvaes 𝚜𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 @fxlconsnest 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 @hxwkey3

[ghostfables-aa]

things you said when i was crying after a nightmare ;))

memes ★ always accepting

───  a  single  jerky  shift  and  Bucky  had  woken  up  ,    moving  from  his  back  to  his  side  ,  facing  a  now  awake  Sam  .  His  partner  looked  lost  ,  not  there  .  ❝  hey  .  ❞  whispered  ,  soothing  .  ❝  Sam  ,  you’re  safe  .  ❞  cooed  ,  warm  .  with  his  cool  ,  left  hand  ,  he’d  pulled  his  boy  close  ,  nose  pressing  to  his  temple  .  ❝  safe  .  ❞  he  repeated  quietly  ,  rubbing  Sam’s  bare  chest  .  

   They  were  opposites  ,  Sam  running  hot  ,  almost  naked  with  no  covers  .  Bucky  always  cold  ,  swallowed  in  Sam’s  hoodie  and  all  the  blankets  they  could  fit  into  their  bed  .  

   the  tears  didn’t  surprise  him  ,  only  made  his  heart  ache  and  pull  his  lover  closer  .  ❝  i  got  you  ,  you’re  safe  .  ❞  his  flesh  thumb  wiped  away  what  he  could  .  had  stroked  his  cheek  with  fingers  and  lips  ,  as  soft  as  he  could  be  .  

   Bucky  can’t  sing  nearly  as  well  as  the  songbird  next  to  him  ,  but  still  ,  he  murmurs  the  song  Sam  always  sings  when  things  get  too  much  ;  when  he  needs  to  be  reminded  where  his  home  is  and  that  he’s  safe  now  .  hasn’t  learned  the  name  yet  ,  but  he  knows  the  words  and  melody  by  heart  now  ,  sings  it  to  himself  when  his  partner  isn’t  there  to  do  it  for  him  .  ❝  i  love  you  ,  we’re  safe  .  ❞  he  can’t  promise  an  okay  ,  can’t  fix  either  of  them  ,  but  he  can  promise  his  love  and  his  safety  .  

[thirium310]

Hello!

I decided tagging / shouting-out all my Detroit Become Human mutuals down here to both notify you all of this new page of mine excisting and because you’re all amazing people!

From tomorrow on Markus  (of @emusecollective) ,  Blaine Gordon  (of @blainemade) ,  Lucas  (of @pcacekept)  and Zlatko’s Monsters  (of @mcnstrifer)  can all be found here!

EMUSECOLLECTIVE

CONNOR.  @exeit.

GAVIN REED.  @caffeihated.

MULTI-MUSE.  @primalvx,  @beauty-evermore,  @rcprobate,  @heartsurpluss,  @detrcitmade.

PCACEKEPT

CONNOR.  @becomedeviant,  @anarmyofme,  @softestware.

-60.  @head-shot-60.

GAVIN REED.  @gophckyourself.

HANK ANDERSON.  @fvckinandroids.

OCS.  @metalmended,  @detroithearted.

MULTI-MUSE.  @detrcitmade,  @hominesfactisunt,  @beauty-evermore,  @thehopefulones.

BLAINEMADE

CONNOR.  @anarmyofme.

HANK ANDERSON.  @fvckinandroids.

SAM WILSON.  @fxlconsnest.

OCS.  @binarymind.

MULTI-MUSE.  @hominesfactisunt,  @waveofthehand.

[timelessoldier]

❛ Don't lie. Not to me, Steve. ❜

SOME OLD MEME IDK ( no longer accepting )

The words hadn’t been a lie so much as an autopilot response. Long before he’d broken Sam and the others out of the Raft and took off ( making them all fugitives from justice ) he’d honed the statement, worked at it like wind smoothing over stone until it was smooth and perfect.

I’m fine.

He wasn’t fine. He was weary, and guilt-ridden, and frustrated. The irony of their situation was not lost on him ; by choosing to not give into Ross and the Accords he had effectively benched himself and everyone he’d gotten out of the Raft when the intention had been to liberate them from bureaucratic control based on nothing but fear. And, as a result, hindered them in doing what they did best, which was fighting and risking their lives to protect the lives of those who couldn’t fight for themselves.

Apparently, crime and injustice didn’t stop just because Captain America was busy being on the lam from a body of government who would see him wear a tracking bracelet at all times after undergoing a so-called power analysis. They did what they could, of course. He, and Sam, and Nat. Barton and Lang were under house arrest, while Wanda and Vision would do better to lay low for as long as they could.

Stepping away from the window of their safehouse for the evening, Steve turned to catch Sam’s gaze where it was steady and absolutely ready to call Steve out on all his bullshit. There was that, at least. The constant of having him and Natasha by his side, supporting him and telling him when he was being an idiot in equal measure.

“ You know what, you’re right. I owe you more than that, after everything, ” he finally conceded with no small degree of self-reproach. He tried for a smile, felt it desperately try to flicker to life before fading once more. ( God, he really was tired. )

“ For as long as I can remember I’ve always been so sure of myself. Every decision I’ve ever made I made without questioning whether I could do it, whether I should do it. Even the times when I knew it was a dumb idea I still did it, because there was something about it that just felt right. And I know this, all of it — Ross, the Accords — I haven’t changed my opinion about any of it. But maybe I handled it wrong. Maybe we could’ve done this differently. I could’ve done this differently. And I don’t know what to do with that, Sam. I really don’t. For the first time in my life, I’m not sure about my next move. ”

[ragetrusted]

fxlconsnest replied to your post: give me back my legs u limp noodle

don’t u have better things to do than to be a pain in my ass

“ it’s kind of what i do, you know. “  sure, keep on bitching at him, sam.  just remember, every action has a consequence. 

[halfbrecd]

fxlconsnest replied to your post: ( sitting in diana’s class ) “Blink twice if you’d...

*pops gum while he’s texting under the table* “how mad would u get if I told u I signed us up for her after school tutoring”

Arthur looked down at his phone and then back at Sam before texting back.” u r fucking w/ me.”

[whitesuited-arch]

[ SMS  →  WILSON ] name one good thing about catching a worm. one. [ SMS  →  WILSON ] and you can’t ask redwing that’s cheating. [ SMS  →  WILSON ] if i don’t get up can expect ‘awake almost 61 hours’ jokes too?

@fxlconsnest   /   continuation.

[trickshxt]

💏

fifty ways to kiss meme / @fxlconsnest / selectively accepting

on a scar

HE DOESN’T REMEMBER HOW THEY GET ON THE TOPIC ; iced drinks in hand as they wait out the rain under an overhang. A rare New York summer storm, coming as quickly as the L Train on a crowded weeknight. Barney squints at the downpour as Sam sticks a hand out, child-like fascination as the rivulets of water part for his fingers.

“Come on, you always just mention him. There’s gotta be more to this mysterious brother of yours.”

Barney harumphs, hiding his unease behind his coffee, tongue darting out to catch a runaway drip. “Ain’t much to him.”

“Ain’t much, or not much you wanna share?” It’s a good, and fair, and frustratingly astute point. The look Barney gives Sam begets a knowing smile and a hand held up. “All right, all right. Just thought we were in a sharing mood, that’s all.”

Fingers feel plastic bend in his palm as he watches shapes run past. Shadowy figures fleeing the rain, seeking shelter from a laughing sky. It hits him then that they aren’t doing just that; running. They’ve long since found a place where shadows can rest.

For a long moment he considers what to say. “He’s…he was my whole world once.” And he frowns, realizing how that sounds. (It’s the truth though, what else can he say?) “Raised him when my parents didn’t. Took care of him longer after they were gone.”

“Momma Barney?” Sam teases, gently, when he lapses into silence. A shoulder nudges his, the smile given to him bright and gentle. “Did he get you flowers on Mother’s Day? Take you to brunch?”

Barney tries to picture it and a laugh huffs out. “Naw. Ain’t seen him in awhile.” In years, even, though it feels like a shameful thing to admit. He’s unsure where to go from there - how he left him? How he was left? Eyes catch sight of the small cut on Sam’s finger and he finds himself blurting out, “Kiss all the right boo-boos and for what? Not even a card.”

Sam’s eyes flicker and too late Barney realizes it’s not see as the joke it’s meant to be. Fingers curl, away from the rain, even as Sam’s mouth downturns. “That bad, huh?”

For a long moment Barney considers this. Unsure how to answer. “No...” He finally says. It’s not. Not really, if he thinks about it. There’s no denying regret, but lives were never meant to be solely dependent on another.

Sam, blessed Sam, gives him a small, knowing smile. (How the man always knows the lie he doesn’t know.) “Your brother was lucky to have you while he did. Boo-boos heal better with kisses, after all.”

Years of struggling to fill their stomachs, to fill the gas tank, to fill the future with something not showcases and stealing sprees. It’s the closest anyone’s ever gotten to telling him: you did all right, kid. 

His eyes glance over and on a rare moment of impulse (later he’ll blame the thought of Clint was too near to not influence) he snakes a hand over to catch Sam’s. Brings his finger to his mouth and kisses the healing cut there. Letting go just as fast, eyes darting away with a turn of his chin.

“'s just science,” he says with a wrinkle of his nose, cheeks pink. “Said it yourself. Heals better ‘n all. Consider it thanks for the coffee...”

[glysimachia-blog]

and 14

14. Favorite Pokemon?

fortunately, pokemon is both the singular and plural version so let me just go ahead and show you gaea  ( and i’s ) favorites for the pokemon au she has but i haven’t written in yet.

WHIMSICOTT.

LEAFEON.

[cardshcrp]

CLOSED STARTERS.

@fxlconsnest​ // SAM WILSON // let’s pretend i plotted this !

          Another day, another blaring alarm to signal another hellbeast crawling out of the depths of the unfathomable ocean; Remy winces, flinging his arm over his eyes with a groan before rolling over to check the time. 04:00, go figure, because life really couldn’t get any worse.

When he drags himself out of bed, it’s reluctantly, with the same slow resignation that he usually takes while dressing up to get ready to report. Whether or not he’s ever actually needed (and it’s usually pretty clear that he’s not), it’s still his job to be there just in case.  

It still takes him a good ten minutes to arrive in the hangar bay, dragging his heels the whole way - and when he steps inside, it’s quiet. Which is odd. And then he remembers that at least two Jaegers were down for repairs, after the last time; an uneasy feeling settles low in his gut when he realizes there’s only one other pilot in his line of sight. He knows the face, the name, but he hasn’t spoken to him. He thinks, anyway.

One plus one was two was enough to do the job, but he really didn’t want to enter the equation. “The hell’s goin’ on?”

[ghostfables-aa]

things you said that made me feel loved

memes ★ always accepting

───  one  hand  holds  a  tray  of  food  ,  the  other  tucking  a  blanket  tight  beneath  each  of  Sam’s  sides  .  ❝  stop  bitchin’  and  let  me  take  care  of  you  .  ❞  said  through  a  laugh  ,  fond  eyes  giving  his  partner  that  look  .  the  ‘  please  shut  the  fuck  up  and  deal  with  it  ’  look  .  

   the  man  laid  up  in  bed  had  caught  wind  of  a  nasty  cold  ,  coughing  every  five  seconds  ,  his  face  warm  with  a  fever  .  and  Bucky  ,  so  deeply  in  love  ,  had  immediately  gone  mother  hen  .  homemade  chicken  noodle  soup  ,  measuring  out  Sam’s  medicine  ,  fluffing  pillows  ,  running  baths  ,  buying  an  expensive  humidifier  .  it  was  never  ending  .  his  heart  aches  with  every  little  sniff  and  frustrated  groan  .  so  much  so  ,  most  of  his  time  was  spent  trying  to  wriggle  his  way  into  Sam’s  Bucky-made  cocoon  ,  trying  to  snuggle  that  sunshine  back  into  him  .  ❝  m’not  gonna  get  sick  ,  you  know  that  .  let  me  in  ,  i  wanna  hold  you  .  ❞  nose  pressed  to  his  lover’s  feverish  neck  ,  arm  tight  around  his  middle  ,  free  hand  feeding  him  what  seemed  to  be  an  endless  bowl  of  soup  .  ❝  even  sick  ,  you’re  beautiful  .  ❞  quiet  ,  spoon  at  Sam’s  lips  replaced  with  a  feather-light  kiss  .  

[herklaedi]

dropping in to shower some love, you’re such a fantastic thor! you capture his humor and gravitas with such grace and i’m in awe. also your writing is extremely vivid and elegant. you’re awesome!

a cute, cooin pigeon perchin on my shoulder, i see how it is......,fank you, buddy, this is berry nice n funny of you to say cos i think the same about you. you know what's hot? when sb knows when to pull back in writing n when not to, which you do, n are visceral and human abt it and never boring with how you write sam. like.....so lovely. i also really appreciate how you assimilate your style verse-to-verse cos characters, n their circumstances as well, ask for it, n it's so organic. absolute GARGANTUAN fuckin chef kiss

[thawedpatriot]

@fxlconsnest

“brought you some coffee. figured you might need it to get through the mountain of final papers you’ve got on your desk.”

[ragetrusted]

u get on my nerves bitch

“ yOu GEt oN mY nERveS BitCH “

[valiisthea]

❝ nothing’s gonna hurt you. ❞ // mark

@fxlconsnest

“Right...nothing...”

Mark takes a moment to clear his throat and make an attempt to catch his breath. He’s still a bit disoriented, the room dark and spinning slightly as the pace of his rushing blood sends his brain for a whirl. Slowly, as to not worsen the dizziness, he looks over at Sam and offers the barest hint of a nod.

“Yep. Not on Mars anymore.” Mark is quick to make light of the situation by smiling and scoff-laughing at his own nightmare. “Unless Mars grew a comfy bed and a very handsome man overnight, which - hey, I wouldn’t be complaining.”

[egoteric]

everyone’s giving me hell about the spandex man you gotta help a brother out

❝ Well...have you SEEN it? It’s pretty funny. ❞  Tony smirks and claps the man on his shoulder.  ❝ I can get you something a helluva lot cooler than that. ❞