#on my dash and I so badly wanna get into them 🥺🥺🥺

[skibasyndrome]

Oh I really can't wait to have a free-ish weekend soon so I can do some catching up on the wilmon fanfic canon!

What would you say are some big fandom classics?

[yautjalover]

I don’t often put my problems on here, since this blog is where people can see and engage with Yautja fandom, but it’s kinda sad. I’ve been sad. I feel like I lost someone I considered a friend but who didn’t consider me one at all, even after everything I did for them and even wrote a ten chapter gift fic. My effort wasn’t even appreciated and I tried hard to write a fun little zombie crossover when I never do crossovers. 🥺

You know that itch you feel when you haven’t talked to a friend and you wanna catch up? I have that, coupled with the knowledge that they hate me entirely and for reasons that are completely off.

I have struggled to move on. I’ve tried hating them, spilling their laundry all over Tumblr to smear their name, and even just an ounce of wanting some kind of justice, but I can’t. I’m that person who’s sensitive and gets overly attached to some people and consider them a friend. I think it’s because I’m Autistic that makes me such a doormat of a person who has too much empathy and genuinely wants to make friends with people. Every time I make a supposed “friend”, it ends badly. It always does. I wish things didn’t have to go the way they did and that everyone could still be happy, enjoying one another’s presence and the Predator fandom together.

People here can mock me for being so sentimental and soft, but I don’t care, it’s who I am. I can’t change it.

I hope everyone is having a great day. Sorry if this is annoying and not what you thought it would be if it comes across your dash. Take care of yourselves, Yautja lovers. Drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest.

[chelseasdagger]

i'm not sure if you're a taylor swift fan or not but i was just scrolling my dash and someone asked the question of whether 'tolerate it' by her was matt or frank-coded. and i was thinking about it and it's giving... like if frank from your teacher series and reader had some angst, like they had some relationship problems like, 'i wait by the door like i'm just a kid' / 'you're so much older and wiser' / 'if it's all in my head tell me now, tell me i've got it wrong somehow' (bc reader seems to be like anxious (so me)). it all screams them if their relationship went wrong, ALSO 'i made you my temple, my mural, my sky' reader i feel like ADORES frank an insane amount and if that relationship ended badly?? god she would be SO HURT

anyway, i just had the thought in my head and needed to share <3 (sorry)

i just so happen to be a taylor swift fan and i need you to know that you NEVER have to apologize for coming to talk to me through here and ESPECIALLY never when it’s about my fics, i adore any and all feedback/ideas when it comes to my stories!!

i’ll also have you know that tolerate it is one of my FAVORITE songs she’s written but i can’t listen to it often because i cry every time. as someone who over analyzes and has so much emotion and knows deep down that i’ll never receive the same amount of love as i give out that song HITS so hard and i’m a big ball of mess when that song comes on but i never have the strength to stop it!!

but ruby i’m actually sitting here about to cry cause i cannot believe you took something so beautiful and related it to my silly little story 🥺 i adore that song and i feel like that would fit them SO well should something bad happen between them. those lyrics you pointed out in particular are a really good highlight to reader’s anxiety when it comes to the whole thing, something i wanted to still keep a thread of throughout the series because she’s supposed to be like me and be crazy anxious. i’m glad she’s relatable, but i also hate that you know the feeling

reader definitely has feelings for frank and this next chapter i’m only going to turn the dial up some more. i kinda expected her to fall hard and fast (like me) and then have her try to struggle with calming herself down, and beginning all the questions of if frank cares about her that way or not. i’ve wanted to do some angst in this story, cause i adore the feeling my heart gets when i read really great angst fics, but i just am such a crybaby i don’t wanna have my characters sad CKSKDKSK i hope i can sprinkle in some low-stakes angst that a few friends had recommended i try out to cause tension but not do too much harm

but oh my gosh, you have no idea how high of a compliment this is to me. i adore that song, i adore taylor’s writing and i want to be able to tell stories and phrase things like she does when i grow older :’) thank you SO so much for sharing, this has been the highlight of my week. i love you 🩵

[proxylynn]

https://www.tumblr.com/crybabycomet/718487687239254016/has-anyone-done-one-of-these-yet-so-apparently-i

OP, i wanna see you try this template! 🥺

[Oh hey, it's my buddy Comet's stuff. Um...Sure. Let me just...*opens photoshop* Okay, I think I got this right. I'll try to explain it too.

Like me, BC!Lynn is cursed with being oblivious to when someone is interested in her unless they're blunt and upfront. So she autos to friends and gets stuck there a long time before she herself even recognizes that she has feelings too. Interaction is key, the more time they spend with her the more she becomes aware, which is why her view on Shadowman didn't move the longest because his shyness kept him from speaking to her and she's not one to just start a conversation.

Damon's interest was instant after their meeting and his subsequent breaking into her apartment. He'd stop by more often to get to know her and when she asks to be friends he agrees while still remaining interested, but that was merely a cover. Boy was already head over heels but he didn't want to show it and scare her off. He's taking his time yet it's paying off, he's beginning to notice her signals.

At first, the only interest DG had was messing with her, maybe even killing her. That was dashed when Damon called dibs. As they hung out he grew to like her. She made Damon happy and wasn't a bitch, so he accepted her into his life. Slowly though as she got more comfortable around them, DG couldn't help but feel interested again but this time of a different calling. It was tipped over the edge one night when one of his pranks got her soaked and her power went off, her baggy clothes badly singed hardly hid anything as she stormed off to change. And it was in that moment he knew he wanted to tap that.

Ras from the start didn't like her. He didn't know why. Maybe it was her familiar sweetness that reminded him of his mom and how she isn't here anymore? Who knows. But he gave her hell when she started working with him that first month. He didn't expect on day for her to snap on him after he unloaded on her. Brave bitch pissed him off but he respected her for it. After that though, things chilled. She acted differently around him but it was never bad, and she remained helpful even after his venting. She didn't kiss his ass but she didn't look down on him either. It was nice to have that in his life. Someone who was there and willing to understand. Maybe that's when he started to see her differently. Maybe someone he could be close to.

With Shadowman it's hard to say what happened. One moment he stopped in to a little convenience store to use the ATM and the next thing he knows is he's struck by love's arrow. Overwhelmed, he locks up when even able to gaze upon her. Lord help him if she even looks his way, his heart thunders like a thousand storms and he struggles to recall his own name or speak. She is a goddess in his eyes and a kind one at that. Offering him aid when his mind goes blank. After some time, she even addressed him as a friend. A crushing blow but it made things easier. The jitters of his shyness weren't as strong, he could speak...all be it in a whisper. Sadly though, the interest never faded and it only grew. He could deny it no longer! He was enraptured!]

[paper-star-ships]

-hugs- 🖤 as for questions, are there any funny animal images that make you think of specific f/os? what songs have you been listening to that make you think of them/story stuff with them? any silly au thoughts? and silly thoughts in general? what are your f/os fav fruits/vegetables and what are their least favorite? any reasons as to why? if they went to the beach, what would they all be doing? what sort of biome/environment would you see them living in? if you could put them in a time period that wasn’t the one they were in now, what would it be? (feel free to pick and choose questions 🖤🫂)

what songs have you been listening to that make you think of them/story stuff with them?

I've been listening to a lot of AJR's new album, and Hole In The Bottom Of My Brain is a Pleck song to me now <3 (all their songs about trying to be happy/not understanding your purpose/having adhd are Pleck coded also btw; that includes Next Up Forever, Turning Out parts 1, 2, and 3, and Way Less Sad <3<3). Touchy Feely Fool is about me and Deacon btw... I am the touchy feely fool!!! I think there is a vibe early in our relationship where he gets annoyed that I care so much (it's the end of the world!! It's dangerous to care about things that much!!!) and I'm legit like If I could Not Care I WOULD But Alas I Have Fragile Heart Disease and Must Help Everyone </3 😔💅✨ aaaaaaand Steve's Going To London is starting to remind me of the Tenth Doctor 🥺🌠✨💅 maybe it's just me being self indulgent (or the fact that both AJR and the Tenth Doctor are adhd-coded to me...) but I think he'd LOVE AJR in that way he sometimes gets excited about the human race being so delightfully human. Like he listens to Steve's Going To London or Turning Out (all parts) or Maybe Man and he's like Wow.... this is the Human Experience!!! So beautiful :')

any silly au thoughts? and silly thoughts in general?

Me and Rosie discovered Lethal Company recently and (because we are genius's with PHD's in Silly Studies) immediately were like "what is Deacon and Boozer were here wouldn't that be something" and I've been brain rotting about it for quite some time now. My brain is a lore machine too so I'm coming up with all these concepts about what happened to the majority of the human race and why The Company is in charge of everyone left, and why they need these (clearly human) artifacts so badly... it's the perfect amount of danger/action and trauma bonding + a dash of that roommate-type beat cause we all live in the same tiny little spaceship with a four-layered bunk bed <3

and you KNOW I'm thinking "what if I was hurt by one of the Horrors thus creating a situation in which Deacon is too worried to care about the fact that it's suddenly Very Obvious how he feels abt me" + "maybe it doesn't matter actually cause the medicine/venom/fever is making me loopy enough that he's really hoping I don't remember how caring he's being (I do remember tho. I do <3)"

if you could put them in a time period that wasn’t the one they were in now, what would it be?

I wanna put Pleck in the late 90s/early 2000s... give him slap bracelets and silly bands!!! Let him stay up watching nickelodeon!!! He is watching reruns of Full House :') He is enjoying ring pops and pizza rolls <3 He is enjoying having a landline in the house again <3

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Concussed | Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Hi, friends! I got this request on my ko-fi:

"Hello! I'm an absolute wh0re for hurt/comfort and wanted to request if you could pleeeeaase write reader really sick with a concussion + soft caretaker Buck?"

This is kinda perfect because I have a truly terrible headache right now 🥴

I wanna say THANK YOU to whoever sent this, I so so appreciate your support! 🥺

Send me any comments, requests, and/or suggestions you have!

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @breakablebarnes @glxwingrxse @psychoticmason

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A relentless, high pitched ringing took up residence in your ears as you laid on the floor of the training facility. The cocky, over-eager SHIELD trainee who'd cracked you over the head with his heavy training firearm began sweating bullets at the sight of you on the ground, looking completely dazed. Bucky's heart stopped when his eyes fell upon you splayed out on the floor, and he dashed to your side faster than he'd ever moved before.

"Baby, hey, what happened?" Bucky asked, panic rising in his chest. He knew he was supposed to forego any couple-y behavior while at work, but right now, he didn't care-his baby was hurt. His large, metallic hand ran lightly over your hair and came back slick with blood. "I-I'm fine," you groaned, "just a little dizzy...and a fucking killer headache..." Bucky knew instantly that you had a concussion, and swept you up into his arms as gently as he could to take you to the med bay.

Bucky's face was set in a permanent frown as he stared down at the bleeding wound on your scalp, and he made a mental note to destroy the trainee who'd done this to you-but that would have to wait. As badly as he wanted to go full Winter Soldier on the guy, your well-being came first.

"Definitely a concussion," Dr. Cho confirmed after running a few diagnostic tests and assessing your symptoms. Your wound didn't require stitches, so you were in and out of your exam rather quickly- soothing a tiny portion of Bucky's worries. "You need rest in order to recover," Dr. Cho told you, "a lot of rest". She gave Bucky a stern look, "Watch her. Make sure she stays in bed,". Bucky nodded and helped you up, ready to escort you to your shared bedroom for some much needed rest.

"Woah, fuck-" you muttered as you stood upright and felt the room begin to spin. Bucky caught you before you even realized you were falling and scooped you into his arms once again. "Alright, let's get you to bed", he said with a little chuckle in an attempt to hide his concern. Your head rested against his shoulder and you listened to the gentle whirring sound that emanated from his vibranium arm. You hadn't realized how much that sound comforted you until now; it meant Bucky was close, and that was the ultimate comfort.

Gently, Bucky placed you on the bed and unlaced your combat boots, pulling them off carefully. He continued helping you out of your clothes from training before slipping one of his shirts over your head and getting you settled under the covers. "How are you feeling, doll?" he asked as he helped you unbraid your hair. You were silent for a moment, struggling to formulate an answer to such an easy question.

"Umm, I just- I just feel weird...like, out of it? Foggy? And my head feels...there's this pressure. It hurts," you eventually got out, "Actually, Buck, could you....tylenol?" He practically ran to the bathroom to get you some pain relief and a glass of water, happy to be able to help you in some way. You swallowed the pills and prayed they'd kick in quickly, closing your eyes and waiting for sleep to take away the pain.

After what seemed like an eternity, you still hadn't fallen asleep. You changed positions in an attempt to get comfortable, but doing so sent a wave of nausea crashing over you.

You scrambled out of your cozy cocoon and dashed to the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Bucky ran after you and gently held your hair as you wretched, his heart breaking for you. When you finally finished, you sat back on your heels and took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself. Bucky's protective grasp wrapped around you and prevented you from tipping over for the second time that day.

"Just sit for a minute, sweets. Catch your breath," Bucky murmured as he stroked your back in gentle circles. He knew you were going to bounce back from this, but he couldn't stop himself from worrying. You were his sun, his moon, and all his stars, and whenever you were hurting, he hurt too. He wanted to fix this for you in any way he could, and knowing that there wasn't much he could do for you filled him with anxiety.

Your stomach lurched once again and you found yourself hunching over as your body forced everything out. The pressure in your head only got worse from the vomiting and there was seemingly no end to the dizziness. When you were finished heaving, you stood up on shaky legs. Bucky helped you, watching you like a hawk with every step you took toward the bed. "This fucking sucks..." you groaned quietly as you struggled to get comfortable under the covers.

"Hang on," Bucky whispered as he climbed out of bed and strode across the room. Swiftly, he pulled the heavy curtains closed and plunged the room into darkness, eliciting a grateful sigh from your lips.

"Ugh- thank you, Buck. You're a life saver," you murmured as you ket your eyes close. Bucky chuckled quietly and got back in bed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "If there's anything you need, just tell me, baby", he whispered. Your eyes opened and found his, making a smile reflexively appear on your lips. "Could you just hold me for a while?" you asked, "I feel like shit, and I'm pretty sure that's the only thing that's gonna help..."

Wordlessly, he molded his body around yours, letting you nuzzle into his arms. He smiled down at you as a contented sigh fell from your lips and you finally drifted off to sleep. He knew there wasn’t much he could do for you in regards to the concussion, but he could bring you comfort- and that’s what he was going to do. He would hold you until end of time, if you let him.