@katesgotabow​ said "Yeah yeah yeah, I missed you too, dumbass."

“Aww you love me, that’s cute.” He winked as he teased, “yeah yeah don’t get all mushy though, missed you too.” 

@katesgotabow - cont. from x.

BUCKY DOESN'T SPEND A WHOLE LOT OF TIME ONLINE. Sure, he's curious about it, and he learned a long time ago to use technology as a tool, but in his leisure time? It's something he's still getting used to, and that he slowly explores while bored here and there.

He just looks more amused than anything — in that morbidly curious sort've way. " Never said it wasn't terrible, I said it was amazing. But this is like some micro-society. " He pauses, gives a glance over, a raise of his brows. " You gonna call me a grandpa if I remind you we had to send letters every time we wanted to talk to somebody in other town, and it took weeks? " His interest, somewhat bemused, swivels back to the screen. " It's just interesting. Except — " He squints, scowls. " — that guy. That guy's an asshole. "

@katesgotabow​: 18. talk nerdy to me || accepting

18. do you like historical books? which time period?

I don’t. like generally speaking, I don’t. I like alternative takes a la Steven Baxter’s Northland Trilogy, or sometimes I’ll dip into stuff like the Bridgerton series, but overall I’m actually surprisingly not a huge fan. I do enjoy Anna Godbersen’s Luxe series, so I guess if I had to pin it down, very select period pieces within a YA (or, very rarely, romance) type setting? 

it’s largely because I am an idiot, lmao. I’ll get fascinated by a detail, start googling, & then ruin my own enjoyment because wow y’all got that entirely wrong didn’t you? I’m more likely to go for stuff that’s historically inspired fantasy, like Tamora Pierce’s Tortall worldbuild, than I am actual historical novels.

it’s hilarious because my favorite books as a kid were the royal diaries series, rip.

❝ ...so, did you have to kill Clint to absorb his name & powers? ❞

This must be a Highlander-Style Universe, wherein there could only be one. She was thankful, definitely, that she'd already seen mention of a Spider-Man here. Wasn't going to wind up on the chopping block just for jawing with @katesgotabow.

❝ I'm not a snitch, I won't rat on you if you did. Its more a... morbid curiosity than anything. ❞

"MOLLLLLLS!" Kate grinned, holding out a milkshake for her. "I hope you like strawberry!"

What happens when Kate is bringing the milkshake to Molly's yard?

"Ooh..." She hones in on the cup, her hands immediately grabbing for it. The straw is immediately shoved into the lid, but just before it touches her lips, she squints at it. Squints at the straw, the cup, and then Kate.

"...what's the occasion? No milkshake comes without a catch, especially strawberry."

𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

repost. don't reblog. bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies.

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

tagged by: @luckhissoul ( ty !!! ) tagging: @caracarnn + @battleguqin + @orangeshinigami + @thuganomxcs + @auburniivenus + @sparesovereign + @incissam ( both ) + @ka-go-me + @katesgotabow & or steal from me & tag !

@mercifulmemories / @katesgotabow likes to bully me into taking care of myself. Night, all! <3

what color does your love feel like?

warm burnt orange

Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

stolen from: @hxllblazer​ tagging: @starsinshadows​ (jamie), @lostsouldier​, @reyestr​, @intombed​ (jessica), @vvithteeth​ (nancy), @secondhandmckie​, @katesgotabow​ and you!

good morning, I woke up with custody of the braincell so I’m going to take advantage of it. today, I’m going to crack through a bunch of drafts on @affcgato & see if I can get them scheduled, then I have to slide out to the post office to send off a thing + pick up the intercepted/recovered box that’s been MIA for like three (four???) months for @katesgotabow!!! so she’ll be back in the mail to you properly today.

THEN after that excitement, I’m on my “make out a plan to get @masterwcrk caught up” bullshit, so all in all, the best place to reach me remains discord but you can also snag me between dashes, as well. 

minor notes for @affcgato: 

Leia, Jordie, Daphne, & Layla are going to be getting some mild development focus so I can stop worrying about them. Loki, Matthias, & Jem still need 2x more headcanons each & I haven’t figured out what to do about them, but once all of these muses are caught up, there’s a new potential face that will be getting a tag drop. so! that’s exciting.

I’m debating rotating Alec back to more active. I miss the bastard.

spirit's rubber duck#4636 ☕ :: come run word sprints with me

would people fall in love with you?

yes, they would. falling in love with you feels like falling for your childhood best friend. it's warm, cozy, just feels so natural. it feels right. you're someone who knows how to make people feel comfortable around you; soft spoken, sweet, gentle, such a caring soul. it's hard not to like you. even though i don't really know you, somehow i feel like i have a weak spot for you already; you remind me so much of one of those plaid blankets, the ones you would wrap around your shoulders on a rainy day, and of the tepid sunlight that creeps through the curtains in the early morning

yes, they would. you're a bit of a dynamite, aren't you? you have a bomb ready to explode instead of a heart, baby. people are drawn to you because you're a hurricane, full of energy, a wild spirit. you know what you like, and you put little pieces of yourself in everything you make, and do. you're talented, passionate. it's like the fire inside you never truly dies- it becomes higher, bigger, hotter. i wonder if someone would be able to turn that into a bonfire. you remind me so much of those scorching hot nights in august, sprawled on the beach, hair sticky and lips salty. you remind me of pretty fireworks exploding in the sky, painting it with each color of the rainbow. 

stolen from: @wsstandsfor​ tagging: @katesgotabow​ @pizzalegacy​ @mxndwitch​ @legman-lensherr​ @atimebomb​ and YOU

WE DONT WRITE BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE HATES OUR RELATIONSHIP, MADDIE. THAT'S WHY

Just because it's true doesn't mean you have to say it!

@katesgotabow | Why Aren't We Writing

so let's call this a WRITING CALL

I'm open to write some new threads, because I run mostly on a queue, so feel free to hit me up on any of the blogs

@katesgotabow

@liesforaliving

@rumxko

@mercifulmemories

@devilstherapist

@hollywoodsdevil

what part of this haunted house are you?

the welcome mat

How long have you been stained? I bet you can’t even remember the shoe that left it there, I bet there have been too many visitors to keep count. You watch people welcome themselves into your home, listen as they smash things against the walls and throw things to the floor. As they leave, you smile, say “thanks for stopping by!” and sit still as they wipe the blood off their shoes. You’ve gotten very good at that. Smiling when you want to scream. How long before your teeth are not enough to keep the sound inside? How long until it is their blood that is tracked across your home? I bet you’ll remember when and where you got this stain. I bet it’ll taste oh so sweet.

tagged by: @katesgotabow

tagging: you!

warm burnt orange Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

tagged by: @katesgotabow

tagging: whoever wants to quiz

@katesgotabow​ set herself up for this

          ❛ You know, I’m not superstitious. ❜

     “Then what was that knocking I heard? It was right after I said ‘hey, at least this looks like an easy one, we’ll be out in time for dinner’, so it sounds like someone was knocking on wood. Now I’m not the type to do something like that and I said the jinx-y thing, so I’m going to guess that out of the two of us, it wasn’t me. Who’s that leave?” he asked conversationally, giving her a sideways look as they went about their business.      He still figured they’d be done by dinner.