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ctrl-alt-bucky · 8 months
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Guess who's alive!
That's right, it's your friendly neighborhood mcu textpost dude! A lot has changed since I last logged onto this hellsite of a platform almost 4 years ago yikes. I have no clue how this account still manages to gain notes and followers, so to those who are still around (or new), here's an introduction of who I am and what I plan to do with this account:
First things first, hi i'm Myles :3 I'm a 20 yr old queer/trans guy, ex fanfic writer, retired marvel textpost creator, masked men enthusiast, and after all these years, yes I'm still a Stucky simp 😪 I also have a boyfriend!! If you see tags from years ago detailing my yearning for a partner, no you don't :]
My current hyperfixation is Ghost and König from Call of Duty so probably expect a lot of that here + the occasional Stucky/Bucky/Winter Soldier post and maybe some other interests if I feel like it. I haven't written fanfiction in forever but if that changes, I'll use #Iwroteathing as a tag! If you want to read anything I've written in the past, my Ao3 is BetweenTheStars
If you're a minor, racist, lgbt+phobe, conservative/right wing, ED/SH blog, please Do Not Interact with me. I use the block button often and have 0 intentions to respond to dms atm.
Anyways, thanks for reading! I'm glad to be back! Here's a bonus vid of my snail Meep :]
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Cake
(AN: I’m craving cake today so Sherlock is too. Not johnlock, just Sherlock being Sherlock. Just posted this on my Patreon but sharing it here too. probably going to put it on my AO3 as well.)
John measured 4 tablespoons of flour into a second mug and sighed at the pedantic git beside him. “Technically sugar is considered a wet ingredient John, it dissolves.” “You don’t have to eat it.” He moved the mug away from himself but a long pale hand slid it back towards him for the requisite 2 tablespoons of cocoa powder. “Mrs Hudson is away, Of course I’ll eat it John, even if you don’t make it correctly.” A cup was placed deliberately on the counter next to him, 4 tablespoons of sugar, 3 each of oil and milk and an egg were all whisked thoroughly in the cup. Sherlock then delicately poured it over the flour mixture and handed the mug back to John who stirred vigorously. 
“You just want cake.” Sherlock rolled his eyes internally as John stated the obvious. He had cleaned the microwave, washed the dishes, and inventoried the pantry… Of course he wanted cake! And with Mrs Hudson away the only option was the ridiculous trend John had found, or Molly had told him about, Mug Cake, it sounded juvenile but the chemistry seemed to work. 2 minutes in the clean - not that John had noticed - microwave. Then they needed to cool and be iced, he wasn’t going to have dry cake. 
John vacated the kitchen with a steaming hot cake in his largest mug. Sherlock had been going on about cooling, and icing, and sprinkles but John couldn’t be bothered until Sherlock sailed passed him 20 minutes later with coffee and a spectacle of confectionery. Coffee coloured buttercream icing had been piped into a towering swirl and… it glittered. “Sherlock?” “It's not like you were going to use it.” “Body glitter does not belong on a cake Sherlock.” “It’s edible.” 
Sherlock smirked to himself as the colour rose in John’s face, he had found the abandoned glitter in the lounge after the Christmas party, it would seem John’s boring girlfriend hadn’t felt obliged to take her gift with her after she left him so he had put it in the kitchen where edible things belonged. “And the piping bag? Did you have to pretend to be a baker for a case?” “Mummy.” “What?” “Mummy taught us both how to bake, though I can’t say she did Mycroft any favours in doing so. He picked up 15 pounds that holiday.” 
John stifled a laugh as Sherlock sank a fork into his cake. Mycroft's weight had always been an issue between the brothers but John could see it now. The brothers as little boys, covered in flour and dropping bits of egg shell as Mrs Holmes tries to corral them or maybe they worked together, possibly for the first and last time in their lives.
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nuttersinc · 4 years
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FIC Post: A better Fate than Wisdom: About a Secret (1/1, series), Merlin/Arthur (BBC)
It has been 7 or 8 years since I’ve actively written a fic and posted it, but anyway, here I am, returning to a fandom I have only been lurking around back in 2008 and 2009.
Summary:   
In which Arthur is drunk, Merlin is inconvenienced and secrets are kept, but barely.
The first part in a four-part series for the Merlin/Arthur Kiss Fest 2019. Each part will feature a different season, a different set of kisses and at least one trope :-)
Series Title comes from the e.e.cummings poem "since feeling is first": and kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
MERRY XMAS!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21934189
Here’s the lovely header from the @merthurkissfest​, which you can still join:
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This is a poem I have dedicated to suicide awareness and the importance of mental health! I really hope you guys like it and receive a good message from it! Happy poem of the week day!
@heaven-hell-imagines @thegreyruin @assassinwolffreak189 @littleduck46 @jenabean75 @bamcrux @phantomwarrior12 @gabriel-deserved-better @deangetyourheadoutofyourgayass @youhaveaguineapigwhere @imbiowaresbitch @4evamc @poems-and-word @writingmyselfintoanearlygrave
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thatssopaigey · 5 years
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The truth about recovery
The truth is ,
recovery is hard,really hard,
I know because I’m trying ,
I know that the truth is recovery is a long road ,
and often you travel it alone ,
Recovery It isn’t all about pretty roses and people proving they can change ,
It’s about crawling through brambles ,And then Pulling the thorns from your skin,
It isn’t about an army of people helping you build a cute den,
With fairy lights and colouring books,
It’s about learning to create your own safe space ,
Even in the midst of the hurricane ,
It’s about gritting your teeth ,
And moving forward with a quiet determination ,
It’s about learning to look at the view from where you are ,
Not looking up at the top of the mountain ,
And calculating how far you have left to climb ,
And sometimes recovery is about
Surrounding yourself with good people ,
And good conversations ,
It’s about learning to hold yourself in silence ,
Without feeling the need to fill the void ,
It’s about getting up and deciding to fight ,
Every single day ,
Despite how hard that is ,
You still have to fight even when
The nights feel long ,
And it feels like the sun won’t come up again ,
And you have to continue to make the choice to recover,
When your world feels dark ,
The truth is recovery is hard,
really,really hard ,
But it is worth it
(@thatssopaigey original world)
(Ps. I came second in my college poetry competition with this)
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phantomslogic · 5 years
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So I wrote a story
It’s probably not really good but its Sanders Sides and I felt the need to write it?
Soulmate au, all that chaos and everything
So if you wanna read it, there’s the link, enjoy?
If not, have a nice day regardless!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19101319
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Happy Birthday
Close your eyes
Blow out the candles
Make a wish...
Wish for the past and the way things were
Wish for the fire that burned in your soul
Wish for the naive sense of invincibility
Wish for a truer sense of accomplishment
For a deeper sense of satisfaction
For a mark that clearly says
I
Was
Here
Close your eyes
Make a wish
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It's Fanfiction Author Appreciation Day, so firstly I'd like to wish all the amazing people who write the perfect words which make us want to roll off the bed screaming, and curl up in a corner alternatively - You're all amazing, and just as valid as OC book-authors.
And secondly, I know a lot of wonderful Fanfic authors - in fact, most of them are very great friends of mine - so I shall be tagging in this post as many as I remember! I regret not having a spectacular memory, but I hope you guys will keep adding to my list!
@destielthedeathofme @emmii4 @destielsangel @jimminovak @anna-gram4u @suckerfordeansfreckles @go-live-your-dream-assbutt @whelvenwings @ace-of-black-hearts @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect @jhoomwrites @19agbrown @ohparis @lucile-carter @whimsicallywittywillowfairy3 @i-ship-destiel67 @supernaturaltakeover @anotherwaywardsister @spn-destiel-enthusiast @67btardisstreet @awed-frog @samwincstr @peanutbutterjelly-pie @thehoneybeecastielfollows @destielfluffnstuff @caslikescoffeeandfreckles
YOU'RE ALL GREAT WRITERS, AND HAVE ALWAYS MADE MY DAY BETTER!
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apebrain-apera · 5 years
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TITS
Thoughts of our souls being Tethered
Quickly severed by the harsh reality
That maybe coexisting happily forever
Would always be a facade and never commonality
Introspection highlights my Idiocy
What's the point of glasses if I can't see
That maybe this endeavor wasn't meant to be
So trip to make the fall shorter
And you'll be fine my G
The saying goes it gets better with Time
But how many minutes,days,months,years
New eyes seen,cries and tears of my own
Must pass till I am finally healed
And can remove my cast
Sweet dreams of your Silhouette
Haunt me to this day
I wake in pain begging for you to go away
I try and try
But the tether won't break
Why am I so happy to see your face
It's not real, it's all fake
Consciously fine but sub still shakes
To the movement of your frame
The tempo of your voice
The shine in your eyes
Your touch that made me forget everything around me
I say that I'm fine, but I guess that's not my choice
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j-l-williams · 5 years
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Where I Linger
My second story bedroom on Meadow Lane
The Cedar Lee theatre downtown in January
Traces of me in Bruno Mars harmonies
Voicemails from the summer before change
I bloom with yellow roses, I sleep with spring rains
You remember how I’ve memorized Dr. Suess
And how it felt when I would’ve done anything for you
This is where I remain
Eyes you’d recognize anywhere so poetically grey
An old soul that carries herself as if she was royalty
Though in personal delusions that's what I believe
I am captured on the artist's end of a camera
Yet few pictures of us remain if any at all
I am carved into the table of Cold Stone
In the smallest things you’ll remember me
~J.L. Williams
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tenalach7324-blog · 6 years
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The light of the moon caresses my skin and wraps around every inch of me
I can almost taste the kiss of midnight
Thoughts of suicide dance ever so beautifully behind my eyes
I've done it over and over again
Watched the blood trickle down my wrist making a beautiful painting of life,
torture and death and perhaps
even love
I've tied the rope around my neck and slowly faded into nothing
Swallowed pill after pill until I take my last breath
Yet here I am still breathing
To scared of death
And even more so of living
-M.K.T.
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This is a link to part 1 of the Cake story that I have shared parts of on this blog already. I will continue sharing it here of course but my Patreons will be a few chapters ahead. I do not currently had a tiered system in place but all support is greatly appreciated in these difficult times. 
@fanishjuli @mofftissfan @sarahthecoat @loveismyrevolution  @riorothbates @underestimatemethatwillbefun @anotherwellkeptsecret @benaddictedandsherlocked @johnlockismyreligion @almosttomorocco @superwholocklmt @strangeps3lyricsmuffin @chinike @sillystring111 @ben-locked @jobooksncoffee @johnlockunicorn @chained-to-the-mirror @thinkanddoodle-batch @melmey-fanfics @the-persian-slipper @melsesowieso @morgendaemmerung89 @shiplocks-of-love @pri1982 @kitten-kin @francj96 @sabrina-phynn @colourfulwatson @thejohnlockoutlet @lady-phoenix-of-tardis @shoshililly @mrb488 @yaycoffee @pippn-frodo @barbsiebabe @skullinitium @boisinberryjamarama @anchored-in-high-tide
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nuttersinc · 4 years
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FIC: A Better Fate Than Wisdom: About Truth (4 of 4, series), Merlin/Arthur
Yay - finally the conclusion to my Merlin/Arthur series “A Better Fate than Wisdom” for the @merthurkissfest on Ao3.                                                          
The theme is winter!kisses and the trope was supposed to be huddling  for warmth, but I guess it’s magic reveal!
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur (BBC Merlin) written for the @merthurkissfest‘s third wave: Winter Kisses
Summary:            
“Was everything else a lie, too?” he asked darkly, hating the desperation in his tone, thinking of the friendship he valued so much, of Merlin laughing at his jokes, of fighting side by side and how it had given him strength again and again, knowing that Merlin would always be there, would always choose to stand with him, no matter what. Of Merlin’s soft sob of pleasure, gasped into his mouth as his fingers clawed the small of his back.
*-* Arthur finds out that Merlin has magic.
Conclusion of the series.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22307044
Find Part 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21934189
Part 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22047028
Part 3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22188559
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Cope
I always thought revenge
Might make us even
My wounds are fresh
But you still can’t see them
Blinded by your ignorance
As I choke on my despair
There’s nothing to be done
When life just isn’t fair
I tried but you won’t believe me
Headlights wont even help you see me
My hands are cold, but I’m still breathing
Still feeling broke, need to start healing
The memories taunt my dreams
I wish they were never seen
The pain caresses my mind
A solution is what I wish to find
Why won’t it let me forget
All the mistakes that I’ve met
The bandages don’t seem to last
Just get me out of your grasp!
I’m holding on to broken hope
Thinking it will help me cope
But now I’m the fool I see
Because the one you’re seeing, isn’t me…
So I've been feeling depressed lately and I wrote this poem one night when I was caught up in my own thoughts! Please let me know what you guys think! Tagging a few friends here
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stimtheline · 6 years
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So I wrote a Thing...Sometimes The Mighty gets criticized for not having enough Autistic voices, and so I thought maybe I'd try and sway the balance. Anyway, they published me and I'm so excited!!! #autism #autistic #actuallyautistic #autisticexperience #autismpositivity #themighty #published #iwrotethis #iwroteathing #soexcited #ijustwantedtoshare #thanksforlistening #haveagoodnight
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Short Story #1
(First things first, feedback is ALWAYS appreciated, because what even is writing. Second things second, I don’t super know what I’m doing with this story, but if you wanna read, go ahead. Not a particular fandom, just my children- I mean OCs.)
“Hey, dad.”
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“Today’s the day,” Danielle mutters to themself, pacing across the room. They throw themselves into the bed, tossing the covers over their head. They feel their chest, remembering the agony of having something there.
“Indeed! Today is your ‘Coming of Age: Coming Out Day!’“ Rory chirps, waving her hands in a dramatic, theater kid way. Today was the day that the two had been planning for months now. Danielle wanted, needed for their dad to know the truth. The whole truth.
Danielle cringes, peaking their head above the sheets. “Ew gross. Have you been waiting all this time just to say that?”
Danielle was fully aware that Rory had just been trying to make light of the situation. She’d been there every step of the way. She remembers the late night calls and the empty eyes. She remembers the talks about things that she’d never fully understand. She remembers the night when Danielle had told their mom.
“Non-binary.”
A foreign word to mom. A new word to Rory, but one she’d accepted nonetheless. 
“I came up with it a few years ago actually.”
“Oh gods.”
To Danielle’s delight, Rory chuckled softly, looking away to cover her smile. Danielle never understood why she did her best to hide. Perhaps it’d be something she’d never understand.
Rory sits up in the bed to grab her hot chocolate. She carefully takes a sip out of her lavender mug. 
“Are you nervous?”
“Should I be? I mean, I think...I hope he’ll be okay with it all,” They run their hands across their face exasperatedly, “He isn’t mom. He’s different and he loves me, right?”
Rory furrows her eyebrows, facing her partner. Her eyes fill with sadness seeing the confusion and worry on Danielle’s face. 
“He loves you and even if it doesn’t go as planned, there are many people that love you for you,” she whispers as Danielle fiddles with the creases of the bed sheets.
A few seconds of contemplating pass before Danielle looks up replying, “You think so?”
Rory places the empty mug down, revealing her partner’s forehead before placing her lips upon it.  
“I know so, lovely.”
“Fuck. We sound cheesy as hell,” they say and both kids fill the tense air with laughter, Rory quickly covering her delight with her sleeve.
“Y’know what else is cheesy?” Rory asks.
The door burst in, revealing a very excited girl holding two boxes of pizza and a guy looking around nervously whispering, “Lyla, everyone’s sleeping. Please don’t-”
“What’s up nerds! Guess who got a discount at the pizza place because her brother knows someone who knows someone!?” 
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