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Many Faces, All of them Yours
An identity porn soap opera

This is Steve Rogers’ first secret. He sits at the back of the press conference, watching Mr. Stark field questions from reporters, telling them about the Avengers’ latest mission and how brave the team was. Steve sighs and props his chin up on his fist, thinking how lucky they are to have such a swell guy as Tony Stark looking out for them. He’s kind and he’s generous - he put the team up in his home, and he makes sure they have everything they need. And he’s handsome as well. So handsome. Dreamy, really.

Steve wishes Iron Man were here too, so he could see how well Mr. Stark is doing. He knows that it can’t be easy for Iron Man, working as Mr. Stark’s bodyguard, but Steve privately thinks that Iron Man is a bit harsh on his employer sometimes. But Iron Man had to leave right before the speech - urgent maintenance on the suit, he had said - so now it’s just Steve and the rest of the team, and Tony.

Steve is idly wondering what Tony likes to do in his free time - he probably doesn’t get much free time, in between running a successful company and coming up with incredible new designs and looking after the Avengers and all their gear. But he must eat some time, right? Maybe if Steve found the right way to ask, he might eat dinner with him one day? That sure would be nice.

Jan elbows him in the ribs, harder than strictly necessary. “Ask him out!” she whispers.

Steve goes red. “I… Uhh… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jan rolls her eyes. “I can practically see the hearts in your eyes when you look at him. I’ve known Tony a long time, and he’s a good guy. He’s dated both men and women, if that’s what you’re worried about. You should ask him out.”

“He has?” Steve feels a flutter of hope. “I mean. Uhh. I’ll think about it. Thanks, Jan.”

This is Steve Rogers’ second secret. He swings down from the roof, drop kicking one guy immediately. The guy goes down, and his partner whips his head round in panic. The partner is holding a large bag marked SWAG which he clutches protectively to his chest.

“Drop the bag!” Steve orders, and the guy visibly pales. “Those jewels belong in a museum, for everyone to enjoy. Not to be stolen and sold off by some villain!”

The guy looks around the alley, sees no backup and no way out. He drops the bag and holds his hands up. “Okay,” he pants. “Take the jewels. Just please don’t hurt me… NOMAD.”

Steve smiles triumphantly beneath his mask.

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Cancer - Unraveling the Cosmic Cradle 

The sign of Cancer is emotionally responsive, withdrawing, and self preserving. The individual’s hyper vigilant defenses mean it can be exceedingly hard to crack the Cancer shell and gain access to the inner wonderland. The individual is acutely concerned with security and protecting himself and loved ones from harm. Those he is not familiar with are seen as threatening and shadowy. The world can become too scary and unsafe to the Cancerian, and he can retreat away into the safety of solitude for long periods of time. Although he gives the impression of being open and welcoming, the individual fiercely guards his privacy, heartstrings, and secrets. Swinging from the craters of the moon, a million miles away from people and the prospect of danger is the Cancer’s favorite hiding spot.

To ride the internal dreamboat that awaits within the Cancerian is no easy task. Open wounds are haunting, and the pain of past hurts engraves in his fibres. The individual must sense an island of safety and peace from people before he feels comfortable opening up. It is important for prospective partners and friends to commit themselves long term and resist threats of abandonment and humiliation. The individual routinely psychologically examines his company, and follows his defensive gut instinct on the calibre of surrounding people. He fears he will be toyed with, abused, embarrassed, and heartbroken. His need for security and stability is so pronounced that he will eschew connecting with people that will overturn his sense of balance. Like a developing baby, there is the fear of stranger danger and unfamiliar faces. He builds homes inside people, and doesn’t need these to be torched and trashed. His trust is locked away, and he rarely gives anyone the key. The residual needs from childhood stay present late into life, and the anxiety of being neglected and forgotten long remains.

Insecurities insulate his course shell, and the Cancer person knows attachment can lead to pain. Because he holds onto every emotion, euphoria, hurt, feeling, and sentiment with claw marks, his inner threads are ripped apart when somebody leaves, uproots his life, or betrays his trust. The deep horror of being exposed and damaged is traumatic and reinforces his belief that most people  are capable of tremendous harm. He can release his guard when he meets those who share his receptive empathy, respect his need for alone time, and understand his confusing dynamics. The Cancer person is known to be furiously protective of his loved ones and children, and he is equally defensive when it comes to shielding his own inner child.


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For the Best Part Two - Auston Matthews Imagine

I accidentally deleted this request because I am a terrible person. Basically it was an anon asking for part two of the “For the Best” imagine with Auston.

So, this is kinda sad. Like sad that it made me tear up but that just may be me being y’know, me. Anyway hope you all like it you all know I love validation so tell me what you think!! Love you guys, enjoy! -Accius

Part One

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Scorpio Gay men

October 23-November 21

Element: Water
Mode: Fixed
Ruling Planets: Pluto, Mars
Erogenous Zone: Genitalia
Best Traits: Emotional depth, charismatic, driven
Worst Traits: Domineering, secretive, extreme mood swings

In Life:
Mr. Scorpio is intense and driven and there’s no in-between with him. He knew from an early age that sex could be used as a weapon. Probably it was used on him in a threatening way. As a boy, he developed a sense of his own power and a fear of it, too. He can’t help but suspect danger all around him because he knows just how dangerous people can be, especially people like him! Generally, gay male Scorpios come in two varieties: those who strive for truth and pure goodness (with a lot of pleasurable and sexy escapades thrown in, too!) and those who move primally from person to person, draining the power from others to enhance their own sense of power. In short, they are either good or evil. In the case of Mr. Scorpio I will not include my usual condition of “depending upon his other planets… ” No. In this case, he’s either one kind of animal or the other.

Ruled by Pluto, the violent planet of transformation, every Scorpio man will at one time or another battle with himself and come out on one side or the other. This battle will probably take place over time. This man invented the concept of “the dark journey of the soul.” And it is a journey, baby. If he makes it to the good side, he’s quite a force to be reckoned with, in the best possible sense. He’s loyal to those he loves and fiercely protective. He’s driven, funny, sexy, and confident with a strong and deep sense of intuition. If he doesn’t war with himself and come out on the evolved side, he can be a most dangerous man to deal with, one who will destroy himself and others, without even fully understanding why he is compelled to be so violent.

If he has a purpose in life (and he almost certainly does), he will strive to achieve his goal, no matter how long it takes. Even the most evolved Scorpio men do have to wrestle with their dark side, though. He has a naturally addictive personality. At times he may turn to sex or drugs to soothe his hurts. But he is just as capable of purifying himself to the extreme. He may kick all his bad habits at once: from promiscuity to pot. That’s just his way. So what does he do when he’s not swinging on a pendulum between the forces of life and earth?

Well, he’s probably having fun somewhere, enjoying some verbal repartee with a challenging naysayer and a roomful of fans. Or he may be out taking classes, working out, or researching a pet obsession. The man knows how to live life to the fullest. And he is never at a loss for energy, enthusiasm, and emotion.

From Queer Astrology for Men

By Jill Dearman

Kendrick Lamar - To pimp a butterfly

I can see the borrow in you
I can see the dollar in you
Little white lies with a snow white collar in you
But it’s whatever though because I’m still followin’ you - Wesley’s Theory

Oh America, you bad bitch, I the picked cotton that made you rich - For Free? (Interlude)

Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin’ king - King Kunta

If I was the president
I’d pay my mama’s rent
Free my homies and them
Bulletproof my Chevy doors
Lay in the White House and get high, Lord - Institutionalized

Everyone deserves a night to play
And she plays only when you tell her no - These Walls

I know your secrets nigga
Mood swings is frequent nigga
I know depression is restin’ on your heart for two reasons nigga - U

I keep my head up high, I cross my heart and hope to die
Lovin’ me is complicated
Too afraid, a lot of changes - Alright

I didn’t wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went runnin’ for answers
Until I came home - For sale? (Interlude)

I been lookin for you my whole life, and never die
For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind? - Momma

They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs - Hood politics

It’s more to feed your mind
Water, sun and love, the one you love
All you need, the air you breathe - How much a dollar costs?

So I'mma say somethin’ that’s vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin’, color should never rival
Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces - Complexion

Institutionalized manipulation and lies
Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes - The blacker the berry

Circus acts only attract those that entertain
Small talk, we know that it’s all talk - You ain’t gonna lie (Momma said)

He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide
One day at a time, sun gon’ shine - I

Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression - Mortal Man

“ Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different, they are one and the same.“

I know your secrets nigga
Mood swings is frequent nigga
I know depression is restin’ on your heart for two reasons nigga
I know you and a couple block boys ain’t been speakin’ nigga
Y'all damn near beefin’, I seen it and your the reason nigga
And if this bottle could talk I cry myself to sleep
Bitch everything is your fault
—  Kendrick Lamar - u
To Pimp a Butterfly
In Which I Copy and Paste the Entire English Translation of Garasu no Hanazono and Post it on Tumblr



A maze of dreams… A maze of lilies…

When your eyes filled with longing
Are searching far away
I feel such loneliness
And want to tell you I’m right here

Ah! Just the two of us, to the Garden of Glass
There’s no one else; we don’t need anyone else
I want to bloom softly as if I’m about to break

On our secret swing
Swinging with you now
Just gazing at each other softly
A girl who’s fallen in love with love; her quiet sigh is
Lonely… contented and lonely…

So that your heart that I wish to capture
Won’t go anywhere
Please stay here with me forever
It’s lonely

Ah! In the maze of dreams, the glass butterflies
While tempting me, they’re being tempted
I’ll flap my fingers, as though they’re about to break

Our secret romance
And even though I want to feel you
All we can do is painfully gaze at each other
The feelings we can’t have as girls who are in love with love
Why do they have to be so painful?

We’ll fall asleep in our Flower Garden
I love your hand as it strokes my hair; more…

Our secret romance
And even though I want to feel you
All we can do is painfully gaze at each other
The feelings we can’t have as girls who are in love with love
Why do they have to be so painful?
On our secret swing
Swinging with you now
Just gazing at each other softly
A girl who’s fallen in love with love; her quiet sigh is
Lonely… contented and lonely…

A maze of dreams… A maze of lilies…


It’s so sad and gay I love it.

under the mistletoe (ficmas ¼) :: tags; little!dan; rimming; nipple play; christmas puns :: dan buys a new sweater, phil buys a new toy. all adding up to the perfect christmas eve night.

*welcome to ficmas! lets hope i can finish these in time! ^–^ and if you dont celebrate christmas you can still enjoy this wonderful smutty oneshot*


Phil pulls Dan’s shirt down, leaning back up to kiss his smooth cheek and read it.

“Naughty boy.” Phil smirks, poking the area just below the mistletoe. Dan shudders, a short whimper slipping through his lips, his hard cock finally getting contact. “But I guess… per tradition.”

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