is good for me!

After the discourse yesterday, I realized that for every person calling me an apologist or a shitlord or an idiot, or for every person who told me or anyone who supported me that they should die, there were 30 people telling me that i was in the right and that they were overreacting and really reaching for something that wasnt there.

additionally, i lost a good chunk of followers yesterday, but as of right now ive gained all of them back, with an addition of 100+ more

so i want everyone to know that i learned nothing and everyone who said i was a bad person after my apology, or put more than an hour into thought into what went down, your efforts were in vain and if anything i am a worse, more bitter person because of it

thank u

tattoo your last bruise

title: tattoo your last bruise
rating: explicit
pairing: steve rogers/bucky barnes

summary:

“If you wanted, you could share the bed again,” Steve said, still studiously looking at the wall directly in front of him. “We used to do it before all the time. It isn’t weird. Not for me, anyway.”

Whatever Bucky had been expecting, that hadn’t been it. “Oh,” he said.

“I’m gonna go brush my teeth,” Steve said, and disappeared down the hallway.

read it on the ao3!

  • Me : Time to do something productive
  • Also me : *watches the Haikyuu training camp arc for the 82947th time*
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Poirot and the 1930s Charleston dance