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King of Memes

Or, how Tony Found Out About Bucky’s Blog. 

Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.

 And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”

Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.

kingofmemes posted:

holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now

Posted at 4:47 AM, 37294 notes

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I had a dream out in the desert, AKA an actual Burning Man AU, what even is my life anymore

“Where’d you get that hat?”
“… I found it?”

On the first night of Burning Man, Jyn jumps on the music stand and steals a cowboy hat right off the head of the DJ manning it.

On the last night, she’s learned his name, among other things - the feeling of plastic flowers falling out of her hair as he runs his fingers through it, the look in his dark eyes when his pupils are blown wide, his open laughter in the desert sun to name a few. His fingers have smudged out the blacklight body-paint on her more than once, his hands leaving stains wherever else they roam on her.

She got lost in a dust storm with him on the third day there, hand on the small of her back, and she thought she had lost him until she felt an arm wrap around her and pull her into his chest, shielded from the dusty winds.

She has spend nights in the cold desert stargazing with him, or dancing under the light installations, or other more private things, but their seven days together are up, and at some point very soon she will have to face the facts; she’s going home to England, he’s going home to Mexico, and there is no more desert paradise for them…

“Anarchy can’t work”, the 15 year old conservative with an anime icon replied, smugly.  “Sure it can.” I reply, firm in my convictions.  “No, it ignores human nature!” the teen replies, clearly the first person to say this to me. 

 I am defeated.  I sulk back to my room and burn my anarchist stuff.  I deactivate my tumblr blog.  I pick up the black combat boot I’ve kept just in case of this precise occasion.  I lick it. 

Asche: “I- I mean-”

“I’m not saying it didn’t take a lot of effort for you!”

“Is just that- I’m not exactly a social butterfly.“

“You see, I have my friends, they’ve been with me since a long time, so I think our bond is pretty strong- a product of many years of trust and convivence.”

“But it seems like it’s not enough. I need more! Making many friends is- is somewhat difficult, but I think I can do it! But- but being close to all of them in less than, let’s say, ten years…”

Asche: “Y-You evolved quickly because not only you put effort on it, but also because y-you’re cool and you talk to people and you’re friendly and- and-”

“…Ah- s-sorry, I sound like a brat now, don’t I? I- I don’t mean to be rude!”

“It’s just- I’d like to how people do it! Being so social and nice without so much trouble!”

Asche: “P-Please?”

“Advices are really helpful! Specially if they’re from someone experienced like you! You’re like my superior in life! uh… How did my friend call it…? Oh, right! My ‘seenpie’! Or something like that…”


Y’all cis ppl aren’t allowed to write trans characters until you learn there’s absolutely no circumstance under which it’s okay to deadname your character.

Full stop. Y’all aren’t allowed to write trans!Steve, because if I have to read one more “Stephanie” ever again I will burn my blog and take the Tumblr servers down with me.