Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader Summary: He was a punk, and she was… what?
She was everything society asked for. But he was different, and nobody liked people that were different.
So what happens when two different worlds collide? Are they really that different? Words: ca. 800 Warnings: None
also, i know there’s a dash in spiderman. it’s spider-man. i know this. do not correct me i am Aware and i Do Not Care it’s cuter as one word and im going to write it in this wrong and incorrect way until the day i die
i suffer from severe depression and all of your posts always makes me feel that there should be something else in the world. Your words somehow tell that someday I am going to find me and never be alone anymore. Thank you.
I am so happy that my blog has such a
positive influence on you, and I hope you will get better soon – if
you ever need anything, just message me! Thank you so much for your
Gosh, it‘s hard to believe that it’s already been a year, isn’t it?
365 days (and 500 followers!) later, and I’m still doing these fun little drawings for the fandom. To be honest, I never thought I would actually make it this far, especially considering the amount of work that life has presented me. but here I am. And I have to say, I really couldn’t have done it without you guys too.
The KnB fandom has been so kind and welcoming to me, and knowing that so many people enjoy this little self-indulgent blog and are willing to send asks means more than the world to me. I’m so glad (beyond words, really) that my collection of doodles is something I can share with you guys. I do read every tag that goes on every reblog, and it warms my heart to know that, even if only for a few seconds, I have the ability to make people smile and keep the fandom active.
I’m not sure how else I can express my gratitude, since I’ve never been particularly good with words, but I do want to say, sincerely, thank you all so much.
YouTube is demonetizing anti-sjw and anti-political correctness YouTube videos due to some companies throwing bitch fits whenever their ads play before a video starts and threatened to pull ads if YouTube doesn’t do something. I only have this to say…
Racist, homophobe, sexist, alt right, nazi, white supremacist, misogynist, xenophobe
These words have lost their meaning
First world society can only move as fast as its weakest members.
We must criticize bad ideas to move forward.
The weakest members (mainly political correctness, social justice warriors, identity politics, intersectional feminists, feminists, and ANTIFA) will band together to defend collectivism and try to silence through force when individuals who dare to question them.
I will never stop speaking and I will never hide my ideas.
I refuse to let myself be bullied into silence by intolerant weak people.
I haven’t posted anything lately, but I am writing. Sort of.
Usually, I’ll post a poem and immediately regret it, or at least almost always wish I could have found another way to word what I just said. Same goes for reblogged poems. I do it to keep my blog active, to let y’all know I’m still here and not just lurking, but even then I regret word choice and syntax, pretty much always. But lately, it’s different.
I really want to sit down and evaluate my writing style while paying close attention to the style of others, or, closer than usual, at least. I want to soak in their vocabulary, I want to inhabit new worlds and inherit new words. I’m tired of my style, and even the drafts I’ve accumulated over the past few weeks are half-baked at best. They’re okay, nothing out of the ordinary for me in terms of subject-matter, style, or anything else - though I admit for the most part, what’s kept me from posting these works in particular is the feeling that they’re unfinished, even for drafts. Does that make sense?
Anyway, I still want to write and post stuff and interact with you guys because it’s always helped me in the past - even if it’s just to feel connected to you in some way because I do honestly consider many of you friends, even if we don’t talk very often. And I admit, the “journal entries” I’ve posted here have been undeniably cathartic and it makes me realize just how much I need to invest in a real journal of my own again. I used to be the queen of journaling. My high school journals are so detailed, it’s actually a marvel and I’m really glad I still have them now. I have an incredibly sharp memory of that time in my life purely because of my record-keeping abilities from back then. I want to redevelop that habit, so please, don’t mind me.
Things will work out when they work out. If they don’t work out the way you intend, don’t fret. It is probably a reminder that something needs change or attention. It’s another experience under your belt. It’s another lesson learned. Even the best fall down sometimes…don’t be so hard on yourself. Please don’t be so hard on yourself.