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you can also see his reflection in the glass of the big sleepy ice box

So I saw it as him recognizing himself in the reflection and reaching out to a life that he has long lost

Because I doubt they let him look in a mirror before going out to murder, if they did it means he would have a say in how he looks, which he doesn't

So seeing his reflection is something that was mostly left in his pre-HYDRA days

Who the hell is Bucky?

guys

I've seen so many tumblr users with the masterlist stuffs and I really want to make one

But like

Procrastination of life is refusing to let me live

Scene of Serenity

Warm rays shining down, Spread across my face with tranquility. A soft whisper of rustling leaves Frolicking wonderfully in my ears, The low murmur sending a splinter of serenity into my skull. Sparkling green blur, a home to the chirped singers, A delicate dance of nature stained paintings, Set atop a rough crackled trunk, Hiding its stories within layers of carbon, The warm brown cool to the touch. Its reach on the world stretching far and deep, Immovable by design, a sturdy and safe sanctuary for all those to reap. Meeting the green pillowy lush on the ground, The blades swaying in the breeze, Displaying the bokeh of the warmth and cool above, The ballet of shadows in the wind projected on the grass.

Butterfly

Summary: A nonsense poem about childhood, grief, wacky ice cream flavors, time travel, and the death of the universe

word count: 331

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Disaster Like an ice cream parlor on friday Asked for two pine Received butterfly The river bed forever on the run Tag you’re it 

Blue car forever in the parking lot  White car turned red Tsunami flooded the nursery A swing left in the wind A ghostly presence so deep and bare

The lily flower all dressed in black The sun shy The Ocean threatening to fall Revelations of slides Runaway battery acid Contagious fever doomed for death A slow waltz with eternity

Walnut why not Anticlimactic Perfect mid noon nap How about ladybug as well Time a concept for mortals Industrial construction never ending 

Wisdom now synonymous with knowledge Basalt might be great Existence is simply taxes and death  Apples filled with helium  Fundamentals erased 

Travel in all axis Windows are useless  Paper unbelievably intelligent Tires slashed as if concrete Mage of science Attic inhabitant of roses Lightning zooms with dust cloud

Spires joined by arrows Forest filled cities Vanilla bean ridden and chocolate infested Eldest of all empires Bookcased numbers Not gay if you have your armor on bro Corn floods millions

Jack of all trades Taco bells ring gracefully Maybe palm would be a good bet Islam for island Grocery of bread and barium Insightfulness above and for all Frozen and frosted canada Quakes of large frog

Astrology to the ground Discover rocks with sight perceptor Tango with the axolotl  Feet for height  All the more curious

Memories receive arson Future forever odd Seesaw broken to ash Vinyl records overgrown with vines Best behavior Covens and cults dedicated to clocks Birch freezes with such subtle flavor Oxygen barren

Danger deleted Shop rong  Wandies Stilts of blood soaked with warmth Speed is incoherence  Light is shockingly heavy in taste

Intoxicatingly still Colorfully extravagant end Cool calm quick Start of something new in theory Heat depth deeper than nova Pluto is extremely large

Throne unseated  Crown melted Task force demolished Atoms are the closest friends  Black hole my new favorite 

I think if you can figure out what is causing Symptoms that the inside of your brain should go DING DING DING and then the Symptoms say Fuck, you got me! and leave

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Tw: implications of self harm

Reality

The world is odd. No one knows if it's real.

It's real to me, But only for three reasons.

The way the light bounces off of the leaves in trees. The sound of leaves shuffling in the wind. The gorgeous green.

Leaves are real.

Love and joy,  And all the other feels.  The need to laugh and lack of anxiety. The uncontrollable tears and ever shaking limbs.

Emotions are real.

The sharp, the dull, the broken.  The shattering and Swift. Always there.  Free charge, and certain to work. Avoided at all costs, yet so calming and tranquil.

Pain is real.

The Summoners - Chapter 1

Brand New Beginning

Summary: just a normal girl with a weird dream moving to a new and interesting town on short notice, this is definatly not sci-fi or fantasy (sarcasm)

word count: 1.3k +

Pre-text

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It was a normal Wednesday afternoon. Thea, who was a 16-year-old girl, with short curly brown hair with golden accents in a slightly messy ponytail and dark brown eyes, came back from school. “Mom, Dad, I’m home,” she yelled as she walked in.

“Hi sweetie, how are you, me and your father have something important to tell you,” Thea’s mom yelled as she came out of the kitchen to greet Thea.

“oh?” Thea said surprised

“Yes, I got a job out of town, far out of town, well more like 20 towns away, and we all have to move,” said Thea’s dad in a sort of defensive tone.

“WHAT!” screamed Thea, shocked. Once Thea got back to her senses she went up to her room and did her homework. When she finished her homework she went back down to quickly have dinner and then back up to go to sleep. 

A girl in a beautiful white flowing dress with yin-yangs. A sun, a crescent moon, and a yin-yang on her calm fairy-like face were standing in a grassy meadow, her hair flowing as if it was water. She was holding a white wooden staff with a bright pink orb on top of it. A unicorn with white fleece and a light pink horn along with a shadow steed (a horse made out of black smoke) galloped up to her, cuddling her in a cat-like manner. A phoenix with fiery red wings and a golden beak along with a dragon with white scales, golden horns, and rainbow accents landed near her. Then the floor started to shake when a ghost of a titan started walking to the area where the girl was. When the titan reached the place the girl was in, she turned to look at the ghost and then the girl started to -- Thea’s bedroom door had opened, Thea was on her bed cuddling her stuffed animal, her mom had opened the door saying that Thea didn't have to go to school if she didn't want to. Thea thought she should go tell her friends that she was moving, who was she kidding she had no friends except Ariana, though she should probably tell her.

When Thea got to school she met up with Ariana who was slightly shorter than Thea with long black hair and her face covered in freckles. “Ariana, guess what,” she said.

“What” Ariana responded.

“You're never gonna believe it,” Thea said sadly.

“Lemme guess, hm, your moving, no wait-”

“Actually yes,” Thea said surprised, “My dad got a job 20 towns away.” 

“Oh no! I’m gonna miss you,” Ariana solemnly replied. They walked into class and sat down, took out their notebooks, and started class.

When Thea got home she went upstairs to her room to do her homework, then packed her stuff. Thea started by packing her toys, then her pictures. “I hope Ariana calls me so we can talk while I pack,” Thea thought. After a while, when Ariana still hadn’t called, Thea started to pack her clothes when her mom yelled across the house “THEA, SOMEONE IS ON THE SCRIBE AND THEY WANT TO TALK TO YOU.” Thea was surprised no one called her except for Ariana but she never used the scribe she always called on the phone. Nevertheless Thea went down to the scribe, a scribe was a big touch screen the size of a T.V. where you could call people on.

On the scribe was a boy around the age of Thea with dark skin, black tightly curled hair, and green eyes. “Hi, I'm Skia, and I am in charge of making new students feel welcome at ‘creathis school for the creative’ What are your skills?” 

Confused, Thea responded, “ um, I have an A+ in math.”

“No, I mean your talents, like art, gaming, coding, ETC.”

“Oh okay, I'm a really good artist. I even have a painting of mine on Insta with over 10 millions likes, and I have one of the games I coded,  animated, and voice acted for on STEAM.”

“Oh wow,” Skia responded, shocked, “you'll fit right in here, maybe even have a higher ranking than most other students,” Thea smiled proudly, but started to wonder why she was being called. 

“Why are you calling me about a school I'm not even in?” she asked. 

“Oh didn’t someone tell you that you're moving?” Skia responded.

“Uh yeah”

“Well your new school is ‘creathis school for the creative’” Skia told her. Surprised, Thea turned to look at her mom who was straightening up the living, and pretended not to notice or listen.

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Once Thea and her parents got to the new town they checked in at a hotel room since they still didn’t have a home there yet but we're working on it. The new town was called Khalkeus. “Hey, I’m going to check out my new school, kay?”  Thea Said to her parents though she knew they wouldn’t mind. She set off to her school, and about 5 minutes into her walk to check out the new school she remembered that she doesn’t know where it is. She looked around and saw a girl around her age wearing headphones that had the ‘creathis’ school logo. “Hey, do you go to ‘creathis’,” She asked the girl, who had black hair up in a braided bun, blue eyes, and was wearing a short pink dress with a lavender unicorn embroidered on the front of it.

“Huh, what, uuuhh, who are you?” she said.

“Hi, I'm Thea and I'm new here. I'm going to ‘creathis’ school for the creative, do you know how to get there?” 

“Oh, uh, yeah I’m the head of the greeting committee, come on, I’ll show you where it is.” After a while of walking she spurted, “OH, and by the way my name is Keros, sorry it’s not all the time I have to introduce myself, it’s a small town, and it has a bad record, A bunch of criminals learn their skills from here but luckily no one in town was actually hurt.” After that, it was a quiet walk except for the occasional direction telling.

“WOW,” exclaimed Thea, impressed at the school building which was obviously the students’ top art project, “This is beautiful.”

“Mhm!” Keros said positively, “All the students helped out,  the painting squad painted the walls, the gaming group decided where the stuff went for the most efficiency, and the robotic team created all the robots that help us, as well as the lockers,” she said as she pointed to a locker with what looked like a fingerprint lock mechanism. “So here is your locker number and schedule, you start on tuesday, and you’ll receive your chip tomorrow,” Keros said as if every school did it. Thea stopped where she was, scared, then Keros realized that the chip thing wasn’t normal. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just to find you if you get lost, to track your heart rate, and if you have diabetes it tracks the sugar in your bloodstream,” she said trying to sound reassuring. Still, Thea didn't like the idea of it but was willing to do it to be able to attend this amazing school. “Anyhow, it’s not painful to get in, to have it in, or to take out,” Keros tried to reassure, “After you finish school they take it out, so you don’t live with it forever.”

Once they got to the “team room”, a special room where the teams have meetings and hang out, they’re also a “group room” and “squad room”, which are essentially the same thing but for groups and squads. “Well, see ya later,” Keros said, waving bye.

“BYE!” yelled Thea walking away. After about half a minute of walking, Thea was about to ask someone for directions when - Brrrrrr Brrrrrr Brrrrrrr - Her phone rang - Brrrrr Brrrrr Brrrrrr - She answered her phone. 

“THEA ISORROPIA PROGONOUS, WHERE ARE YOU!!!!”

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Chapter 2 The summoners masterlist

masterlist

The summoners - Master list

Pre-text

Chapter 1: Brand New Begining

Chapter 2: Click Click Tap

Chapter 3: Rani

Chapter 4: Childhood

Chapter 5:

The Summoners pre-text

this is a multi chapter story that I started writing a while ago but I don't know where to go with the plot of the story after I finish world building so I need some help from you guys for that

How to pronounce some words:

Thea Th-eh-a

Skia Ski-eh-a

Khalkeus Kal-ke-oos

Creathis Cree-ah-tis

Keros keh-r-os

Isorropia  Ee-sore-rope-ee-a

Progonous Prog-oh-nus

Fotia Foe-tea-a

Erastis E-rah-st-is

Era (the name) Ay-ra

Rani Rah-nee

The Kingdom of Tulia

Summary: a girl who has been living a normal life is in denial that she is anything more than ordinary, but a sorcerer keeps pestering her into admitting she is like him

word count: 750

Authors notes: I wrote this a while ago, it's all from my brain from what I recall and I have no recollection of where I intended to take this story, but I'm willing to figure it out if you guys want me to. this is a completely original world and characters. high fantasy?

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On Emily’s eighteenth birthday, she notices unexplainable things happening around her. Objects seem to move if she squints at them. Faint, golden sparks seem to shoot from her fingertips. Dreams of a handsome stranger with violet eyes plague her at night. At first, she chalks it all up to her imagination. Still, a week after her birthday, the mysterious stranger from her dreams approaches her and reveals that she is a high-born sorcerer who was hidden in the human world as a baby for his protection. He explained that Emily is now coming into a powerful arsenal of magic and is destined to be the ruler of the kingdom of Tulia, which will fall apart if she continues residing in the human world.

Emily herself had pale skin, jet black hair up in a slightly messy bun, her eyes were a vivid green that almost seemed to shimmer. The mysterious stranger has short blond hair, sun kissed skin, and bright violet eyes with a slight glow.

“Please your highness return to your rightful place in Tulia. Regain the throne from those who wish ill upon your citizens and reign a new era of happiness, peace, and prosperity.” Begged the mysterious stranger, “You do not know me, I am Zaros the right-hand sorcerer to her majesty the queen Amy Gloom.”

“My, I’m pretty honored by your request but my graduation is in a couple of days and then I was going to go to college, also if I have to leave I would have needed to put in my two weeks' notice three weeks ago-” Emily was interrupted 

“Please, my darling, please follow me and save our souls” 

“Uhhh…” Emily stammered with confusion “you don’t even know my name, how do you know you have the right person?”

“It is clear that you possess the spirit Uisus, all you must do is look in the mirror” Zaros stated, looking deeply within her eyes and examining her hair, as if to double check. “Have you noticed mysterious things happening, things that others might not be able to understand, see, or recreate?”

“Uhhmm. I have to go, I hope you find who you’re looking for” Emily hesitated, with an artificial wish for this mysterious man, she attempted to escape from this conversation

“I’m sorry, this all must be too much information for you. Very shocking, I understand. Let me take you somewhere where we can sit and I will explain it all in great detail, don’t pretend like you don’t see me!” He reasoned while chasing after her. Emily hoped that someone around would acknowledge this strange man harassing her and help her but no one even seemed to notice the fact that he was there, simply seeing through him. All their crazy eyes focused on her, who seemed to be arguing with and running from the wind. “Please listen to me! We need you! You can continue your education in Tulia! I will find a replacement for your job here, they won’t even notice!”

“Please stop, you're not real, you’re just a hallucination of my recurring dream that’s all. You can go away now!” Emily sounded as if she was convincing herself more than her pursuer. Emily stumbled with a yelp, falling into what seemed like the bottomless rabbit hole to wonderland.

Almost didn’t see him at first

brave new world is such a W book

It reads like someone was drunk and high and to write this at 3 am

Which was probably the case

i strive to be a lemon stealing whore

Just 🍋🏩🪩👙👒🎩👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻💍👰‍♀️🤵🧳✈️🛬🚑🩸🪦⚰️🚬

All day long 😎😎😎

things i’ll not call you a whore for:

sexual activity

how you dress

things i’ll call you a whore for:

stealing my food 

stealing my lemons

my cat likes you more than me

those are very visible they are just wearing camo shorts

Outlines of two alligators that slept through the rain.

MNJFFTFTF

MNJFFTFTF

I shall not, will not, tire of seeing people cheer over the live action Tangled being put on pause. 😎

Like to kill the movie entirely, reblog to kill Disney's live action remakes altogether.

I'ma just leave these here for like... *Cough* Research purposes and such.

The country is in bad shape, I'm going to protest, see you guys 👋🏻

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

this is an incredible map

What is or isn’t a slur can be highly contextual, y'all.

“Jonny Sims bummed a fag off my ma” doesn’t contain a slur, but “What are you, some kind of fag?” does.

“Queer studies”, “the queer community” and “I’m queer”? Not a slur. Some bigot calling you a “dirty queer”? Slur.

“Be gay, do crimes” and “He’s gay” ≠ slur, but “Ew, that’s so gay” = slur.

In conclusion, stop buying into this fucking “q slur” bullshit. Queer people talking about the queer community aren’t using it as a slur any more than a gay man calling himself gay is using that term as a slur.

what?

BE BI, DO CRIME!!

"well to be completely transparent..."