Morning routines are just some actions that you want to do to start your day. It doesn’t have to be challenging like working out every morning. Set your intentions when you start the day: What do you want do today? What do you want more? Is it more time to relax? Do you prioritize productivity? Or your health?
Ale ja nie chcę rozmawiać o bzdurach. Napisz do mnie, bez mówienia “cześć”, opowiedz dlaczego rozzłościłeś się na swoją siostrę dziś rano. Powiedz mi, dlaczego masz bliznę w kształcie Europy na szyi. Wyślij mi felieton o tym, jak spędziłeś swoje wakacje u babci. Zadzwoń, kiedy już prawię śpię i wyjaśnij, dlaczego wierzysz w Boga. Opowiedz mi o tym, jak po raz pierwszy zobaczyłeś swojego płaczącego tatę. I opowiadaj tak godzinami o rzeczach, które dla ciebie może nie są ważne, ale ja, przysięgam, będę wyłapywać każde twoje słowo. Opowiedz mi wszystko. Nie chcę kogoś, kto mówi tylko o pogodzie.
Sheer volume of posting, mostly. Like, I average five to six original content posts per day, and I haven’t missed a day in the last seven years. That’s literally it – I have a lot of trending posts because I have a lot of posts!
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god i hate twitter so much can fandom plz move back to tumblr plz im begging u twitter is so bad for in depth meta discussions and graphics and interaction with one another and its so shallow and the whole barely using tag things just rly irks me bc it makes it rly hard to find content without committing to following people (and subsequently having to put up with stuff youre not really into) and god
Por dentro llevo calendarios muertos, por dentro estoy llena de diversas ausencias; pero esos mismos calendarios a los que mi memoria se aferra, para darle paso al sol y dejar morir a la tristeza, son los mismos que me impulsan a escribir como quien desea llegar al verdadero lugar al que pertenece, porque para un escritor sus palabras son su hogar, su orca y su cuchillo para defenderse cuando lleva vidas pasadas sin saber que es realmente la voz, el escritor no conoce otra forma de gritar y masturbar al dolor que no sea tumbarse de frente con la máquina de escribir, y declarar victoria aunque sea una guerra ya perdida desde sus inicios.
Summary: They were just casually hanging out together but maybe that’s not what their hearts wanted.
Warning: fluff. Maybe a bit sensual.
You were panting and moaning as your world was rocked by a very, very handsome soldier. You claw his back as you both reach the climax together. He falls next to you as you both catch your breaths.
“Feeling good now?” You ask trying not to fall asleep on his bed.
“Much better. I’m pretty sure I can sleep well tonight.” He chuckled and sighed deeply, closing his eyes.
You and Bucky had been going on for about a year and a half now. It all started when his nightmares returned and your habit of midnight snaking. You suggested how sex can help you sleep better and he thought to take up the chance. He offered it was okay and you were fine. You were taught to never get involved with an Avenger since the day you were recruited but not obeying was one of the reasons why you were chosen. Bucky and you agreed never to let your heart cloud with affection and it was going fine. Till now.
You slipped out of his room. Just as you were about to open the door to you room, Natasha walked up to you.
“Your strolls are getting longer.” She said with smirk on her face.
“Yeah. Helps me sleep later.” You answered while getting in your room.
“Sure. After all, they do make you tired. But tell me something. Do the gardens moan loudly?”
You halted and turned to her. She was smirking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t try to hide it. I know what’s going on between you and Bucky.”
“Nothing is going on!”
“Fine. Don’t tell me. But know this. The entire compound knows about your little arrangement. And these arrangements don’t last long without getting your heart in between.”
She walked away shutting the door behind her while you sat down on the bed. She knew that before Nat said it. She knew what was she getting into and yet, somehow, it happened.
You have been avoiding Bucky for a week now. You knew his timing by heart so it was easy for you. You avoided late nights now. Many times, while you were in your room, you saw his shadow lurking outside your door but he never knocked.
Bucky thought he did something wrong. He wasn’t craving something physical but he craved the chats you both had through out the day. He liked you, a lot. But never said anything. Now he regretted not telling you. He would walk to your door and not knock. He knew you were avoiding him and it was liking him. He spent his day in the gym trying to get all the frustration out.
The rest of the team saw this and were feeling sorry for them. Steve tried talking to Bucky and got nothing but angry grunts. Nat and Wanda would try to take you out for the night but you never got out of the room. Finally, Steve decided to talk things out with you.
He knocked at your door. You opened the door and let Steve in.
“What is it Captain? A new assignment?”
“No new assignments for you till you get your head right.” He said irritatingly.
“I’m fine.” You said as you offered your seat to Steve.
“And I am Falcon.”
“I thought we were saying things that aren’t true.” Steve said cocking his eyebrows.
“I am fine Captain.”
“No you’re not. And so is Bucky. What is wrong with both of you. You both can work this out.”
“Talk to Bucky about this and not me.” You said rearranging the stuff that was already arranged.
“He would only talk to you. He’s holed up in the gym all day, doesn’t really eat and whenever I go to talk to him, he punches the bag so hard I think he’s imagining me. He’s my best friend and I can’t see him like this.”
“Neither can I. I can’t face him and not think about our time together. He was the one thing that helped me stay sane and now I can’t go to him without feeling things we agreed not to feel.”
“Y/N, listen. I’ll be completely honest here, he feels the same way as you do and it is extremely new for him. Atleast you know what you feel, he’s confused and it’s getting in his head. I’m afraid he might do some harm to himself. Please talk to him.”
Steve patted on your hand as you cried. He consoled you and then left you to think about things. You had to talk to Bucky. You cared for him more than your feelings.
By the time you got out, it was already 12 am. You went to the kitchen and made cup noodles both of you. The closer you walked to the gym, the louder his grunts got and so did the noise of punches on the bag. You took a deep breath and walked in.
Bucky was busy punching the bag. He pictured the unknown territory of his feelings as the bags and punched the hell out of it. That’s how he was taught to deal with them. Amongst all the noises, he missed your footsteps approaching him.
You put down the noodles away enough to not spill them. You knew you will end up in a combat because you walked in suddenly.
As soon as you touched his shoulder, he whipped around and tossed you on the ground. With a swift move, you get up and groan. It was like fighting with a bull. He ran towards you and threw yourself to the side. He turned to you with red in his eyes. He looked scared, hungry and maybe a little angry.
He ran to you again and this time, you jumped and hopped on his back. Your arms around his neck and your feet dangling above the ground.
You did what you knew would calm him. You placed your lips on his neck. You kept on kissing and sucking it till that throbbing vein calmed down. You slowly got down, your lips not leaving his neck. You might be giving him a hickey at this rate. He grabbed your face and your lips met. Passion, anger, fear, every emotion that was kept under the blanket, jumped right out in that kiss. You did not know when you both were lying on the ground. Soon the kiss slowed down and you both took a breath.
He rested his head on yours, closing his eyes and taking in the moment. You loosened your grip on him and sat down a little away from him. He felt empty without you in his arms.
“Bucky, we need to talk about this.”
“Bucky, you cannot keep doing this to yourself. You don’t eat, you don’t drink, you worry your friends-”
“Did I worry you?” He said calmly.
“Did I worry you?” His voice raised a little.
“Yes or no Y/N! Did I worry you or not?” He yelled.
“Yes you worried. Hell! I died seeing you like this. You don’t take care of yourself and you expect me to not worry! What is wrong with you! Deal with what is going on in your head. Why can’t you!” You shouted angrily.
“How can I deal with things when the person you used to help wouldn’t be with me?” He said calmly. His statement stunned you.
“What do you mean?”
“You stopped talking to me. It’s been over a month. I was facing uncharted feelings and you weren’t there. To whom am I supposed to talk now, huh?”
You both had tears in your eyes. You waddle your way to him and hug him.
“You’re all gross and sweaty by the way.” You say as you let go off him.
He chuckled and sat you down on his lap. You grab the cup noodles from near you and give one to him.
“Eat up. You look weak.” You said as you shove one fork full of noodles in his mouth.
“Oh please. I’m a super soldier.”
You snort in laughter as you exchange your light hearted jokes.
Steve let you both off the hook for a week to rest up. You were, right now, all snuggled up in the blanket with your laptop, while Bucky was laying next to you. His metal arm was around you.
“We never really talked about this.” Bucky said as he opened his eyes.
“Talk about what?” You said shutting your laptop.
“About this new arrangement. I, uh, need, um, specification on this.”
You caress his face and give him a peck on the lips. “You’re my boyfriend if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“So you’re my girlfriend?” He asked sitting up straight.