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Sam Wilson's pretty boy

@dance-is-life27

Drew. 20. He/They/She. Bisexual Polyamorus Nonbinary. A03: DarlingDrew27 Header from @wandamaxinoff
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jmrothwell

"Write for yourself."

That's all well and good. In fact, every time I write that's what I do. I write the story I want to tell. However, it's still a story that is meant to be shared. It is still a piece of my soul I took and polished and shared with you.

"Write for yourself," they say over and over and over again and I can't help but wonder, if we've lost some portion of the true meaning of that phrase.

Agreed. I mean to me it's almost the same as sharing premade things or things someone else made. (not as your own of course) I really like this thing and I want to share it with you. But writing and art are more personal. *I* made this thing and I want to share it with you/people. "Look at this thing, isn't it neat, don't you think it makes my collection complete?" (which just popped in my head... so yeah)

Also it's not about the story it's about the community!

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missjoolee

Every time I see something along the lines of this or towards artists/gif makers telling them to stop complaining about people not reblogging, this goes through my head. (your post inspired me to make the gif lol)

Shoutout to all my fellow ppl who see themselves as being simultaneously a boy and a girl. People who often wear clothes traditionally associated with their agab, or who don’t feel extreme dysphoria towards their body. People whose gender issues stem from within, and from knowing that they can’t just metamorphosise on a whim. People who’re a multiplicity in of themselves. People who’ve never known a life of gender singularity. People who’ve always been this way, people who’ve never known different. People who live exactly how they are, as confusing and conflicting as it may be sometimes. People whose friends and family would be beyond shocked and surprised if they told them they weren’t cis. People who love being this way. People who love having their own unique version of the masculine and feminine experiences, who use contradictory sets of pronouns. People who don’t really know if they can call themselves trans, but definitely aren’t cis, and altogether definitely don’t really care. People who are boys and girls and men and women and both and neither all at the same time. I love you. We’re the coolest. <3

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gengaritez

This is actually very normal human behavior. It's just that most people (in the USA) think "Jesus strengthens me" instead of "I am a pikmin, dandori time"

This is literally why stories and fantasy are so useful to humans. We cannot tackle every mundane challenge with enthusiasm, and facing against profoundly daunting tasks can be deeply demoralizing, and you don’t get to feel cool or heroic for filing 400 pieces of paperwork.

We arm ourselves with stories and fantasy, so that the laundry can become a charming hurdle to overcome, and the daunting stack of bills is the leviathan we the brave knights must slay.

Humans have always been like this. So many cultures have stories or mythology or even rituals about literally embodying another being better suited to the challenge one currently faces.

Stories are armor. Stories are fuel.

There is an old belief in Serbian villages and small towns that certain pumpkins (and watermelons), when left outside during a full moon, will turn in to a vampire.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

*whisper chants* vampire pumpkin vampire pumpkins vampire pumpkins

This is the quality fall shit I’m here for

I think it’s great that Pumpkins (and other squash) were only introduced to Europe around 1600 and the Serbs wasted absolutely no time blaming them for their problems.

dude oh my god. like theres no question that theres a transphobe working for staff doing this shit and theyre just letting it happen

like theres just some fuming raging terf in the moderation team harassing any single post regarding trans women and the staff of the "queerest place on the internet" think shes too much of a pal to actually deal with

UPDATE staff sent me this message and removed the flag. hopefully they really are working on the unfair flagging of trans posts and itll get better in the future but idk.

(the buff col sanders image wasnt nsfw it was a fully clothed image of col sanders drawn to be really buff that i edited to say "every terf that interacts w this post will die in a car crash within 3 days" or something. i added it after the flag and removed it eventually)

another update if you see something thats sfw get flagged you should dm @/humans apparently theyre willing to work it out. unfortunately not the best way to fix terfs mass reporting posts about trans women but hopefully you can get some of the unfairly flagged posts resolved.

reading a book with a medieval setting and i was v excited for it BUT these characters have such modern hangups about touch and personal space that i keep forgetting it's meant to be the fourteenth century. lads. get in bed together, it's cold.

like this man is freaking out about sleeping next to someone (for warmth) because he has never shared a bed before

sir??? you are from the fourteenth century??? surely this is not such a novelty to you

also so far christianity does not exist in this book. we have not even so much as mentioned passing a church while travelling.

i repeat: sir, you are from the fourteenth century,

honestly i need somebody to write "there was only one bed with five other people in it" immediately, that sounds like it's either going to be incredibly full of repressed yearning, incredibly funny, or just an orgy, and i would love to see it go in any and all of those directions

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manywinged

my main advice for writing an enemies to lovers relationship is to resist the urge to make the characters' loathing and attraction mutually exclusive opposing forces. it's okay if they're getting weirdly into it and having Thoughts whilst also sincerely wanting to kill each other with hammers.

sometimes the best place for an "oh" moment of realization is while reeling from a punch and tasting blood in your mouth. it's kind of like a fucked up first kiss.

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tanadrin

our friend's daughter is at the age where she is extremely chatty and speaking in full sentences, and i love kids' use of language.

apparently all strangers used to be "ladies," but now they are "neighbors." since they speak english exclusively at home, "neighbors" speak german; it was very distressing to hear her mom speak german once, because, in her words, "you're not a doctor or a neighbor!"

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annmcn

When learning how to talk, each one of my 3 sons went through a phase where I was the only person they said "She" for. Obviously, SHE was Mom, and HE was the rest of the world

Three sons, and I was the only female in the household (dog was male too).

i love the idea of a mode of language where the human noun classification system is “one’s own mother” and “everyone else”

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A/N Honestly this is really self-indulgent ‘cuz my instincts went “This mf forgets to eat I just know it.” and turned it into a really fluffy fic lmao. I wrote this with a male Spiderman in mind, but gender-neutral readers are also welcome of course! Hope you all enjoyed it!

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Tags: Miguel O’hara x m!Reader, Possible gn!Reader, Peter B. Parker, Mayday Parker, mention of Gwen, Fluff, Just taking care our resident dilf, He/him prns, Spiderman!Reader, caring!reader, Emotionally constipated Miguel? Emotionally constipated Miguel., Peter being the best wingman, Mayday being her cute self, Self-indulgent

Miguel O’hara doesn't take breaks. Miguel O’hara only leaves his lair if he’s needed on a mission to set another anomaly straight. So what do you do? Exactly, force him into taking a break… Sorta.

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Anonymous asked:

hear me out, miguel letting a bunch of ‘i love yous’ while he’s fucking you? especially while he’s close, him just being like ‘iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou’ does something to me…

ANON I'M SCREAMING THIS IS SO SWEET i felt way too poetic and had to write smth like come on

this man just worships you, every curve of your body, every inch of your skin, and every discovered or unexplored meander of your personality

he'll never tire of your smile, your eyes, the way your body welcomes his hands

the mere thought that you love him makes him less miserable, almost to the point where he feels blessed. What has he done in a previous life to deserve you?

He kisses your forehead to thank it for carrying all your ideas He kisses your cheeks and lips to thank them for making you smile He kisses your neck to thank it for making your voice bloom He kisses your shoulders to thank them for being so gracefully illuminated by the sun He kisses your hands to thank them for speaking and expressing when your mouth can't He kisses your chest to thank it for carrying your heart He kisses your soul to thank it for existing

But he needs more than just thanking you. He would offer you pearls of rain from countries where it never does, he would dig the earth until after his death to cover your body in gold and light. What would he be without you than this hour stopped on the watch face, what would he be without you than this stammering.

"I love you," he whispers against your ear as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, his pelvis touching your thighs as your lips let out the most beautiful sounds that music has ever created.

What would he be without you but a sleeping heart? You took him by the hand in this modern hell where the man no longer knows what it is to be two.

"I love you," he murmurs as he kisses your cheek, inhaling the scent of your skin until he's intoxicated and the sensation never leaves his memory.

Those who speak of happiness often have sad eyes. Isn't that a sob of disappointment? He felt like a broken string in the guitarist's fingers and yet he now says that happiness exists elsewhere than in dreams, elsewhere than in the clouds, elsewhere than imagination.

"I love you," he breathes as he kisses your lips and you give him the gift of pleasure, as you make him feel the perfect pairing of sentiment and carnal desire.

He's waiting for the universe to shrink down to your hearts, to be safe from the wicked and the mad, waiting for your moments to drag on for hours and for the thread of time to wrap itself around you.

Prepare some of your time, because for you he has all of his.

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"You don’t question it anymore, when Miguel appears in your bed at night. He’s not there for sex, no, you’ve never even kissed—though you would be lying if you said you weren’t open to the idea of kissing him. He’s there for comfort. For rest. If only it could stay so simple."

Miguel O'Hara/gn!Reader

Additional tags/notes: Reader is almost entirely undescribed, aside from being much smaller than Miguel. This story features hurt/comfort, angst, pining, slow burn, found family dynamics interpreted quite literally, as well as other cameo and background characters from ATSV and the greater Marvel universe. There is no use of y/n, and this fic updates once a week on Mondays or Tuesdays.

Read on Ao3 here.

If you prefer to read on tumblr, you can find all published parts under the following links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, Part 8, Part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12 in progress

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