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5 years ago

Moss Graffiti: A How To Guide

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6 years ago

Omfg, My MUM WATCHES THEM AND THEN TELLS MY STEP-DAD HOW SHE IS GONNA KILL HIM NEXT

does anyone else’s mom or dad just watch murder/crime shows all the time or is it just mine

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itsmeamysworld

4 years ago

I’m literally in the middle of a 24hr exam rn, but I had a fic idea,,, who is trynna read a Politician!Hotch x fake gf/wife enemies to lovers ting????? Like/RB this or send me an ask if interested please ?

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itsmeamysworld

1 month ago

Damn this gonna be good

Project Spindle (TEASER)- Established Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

She’s always known about her powers, but the truth of where they come from could shatter everything.

a.n - teaser for a series i'm working on. i wanted to see how the interest was before posting more chapters! i have 3 ready so far :3

spoiler warning for thunderbolts*

The team filed into the common room of the Tower, their exhaustion hanging heavy in the air. Mission gear was dumped by the door without a second thought—boots kicked off, jackets slung over chairs, weapons clinking as they hit the floor.

Bucky was the first to make a beeline for the kitchen, muttering under his breath, “If someone ate my last yogurt, I’m leaving this team.”

Yelena threw herself onto the couch with a groan, her legs dangling over the armrest. “Relax, grump. No one wants your weird protein yogurt.”

“I do,” Ava added, flopping down beside her. “Just not enough to suffer the guilt trip afterward.”

From behind them, Walker rolled his eyes. “You two ever get tired of being annoying?”

Ava didn’t even turn around. “Do you ever get tired of being so sensitive?”

“I’m just saying—”

“Shh,” Yelena cut in, holding up a hand. “The couch doesn’t argue with background noise.”

Walker scoffed and stalked off toward the kitchen, muttering something about how no one respected proper debriefings.

Alexei wandered in next, already sipping from a bottle that definitely wasn’t water. “Ahh! A successful mission. You know, when I was Red Guardian, we used to fight for forty-eight hours straight. No rest, no drones. Just fists. And grit. And vodka.”

“You also say you once took down a unit during a ballet recital,” Y/N said, curled up on the big bean bag in the corner, a steaming mug cradled in her hands.

Alexei lit up. “Yes! With the ballerina who hid knives in her tutu! A real artist. You should’ve seen the blood on the stage. Beautiful!”

Bob let out a sleepy whine and leaned harder into Y/N’s side, practically glued to her. His arms were loosely wrapped around a pillow, but his head rested against her shoulder like a clingy child.

“You smell like wet socks and smoke,” he murmured, barely audible.

“Accurate,” Y/N replied softly, running her fingers through his hair.

Bucky returned with his precious yogurt, eyeing the scene before settling behind Y/N. He lowered himself to the floor, resting his back against the beanbag and placing a steady hand on her leg.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, just for her.

She gave a tired nod. “Yeah. Just drained. I almost threw Walker into traffic today.”

“I would’ve caught him,” Bucky said, deadpan.

“I know,” she smiled. “That’s why I didn’t.”

Yelena sat up slightly, glancing around. “Hands up if you listened to a single word of Walker’s lecture in the Quinjet.”

Not a single hand went up. Bob groaned. Ava fake slept. Even Alexei raised his bottle in protest.

“There was a lecture?” Bucky said flatly.

“I heard that!” Walker yelled from the kitchen.

Yelena leaned back with a grin. “Then maybe there’s hope for your listening skills after all!”

The room burst into light laughter, warm and easy. Mission chaos faded into background noise. This was their peace: bruised knuckles, aching muscles, found family—and a whole lot of sarcasm.

Before the conversation could settle, Bucky’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then answered the call, but his eyes stayed on Y/N as he listened.

“Yeah,” he said into the phone, voice growing quieter. “She’s here. One sec.”

He held the phone out to her. “It’s Sam. He found something... about Hydra. Related to you.”

She blinked, surprised. “Me?”

“Yeah. He said it’s important.”

Y/N took the phone with a puzzled frown and got up, Bob whining softly at her absence. She padded down the hall and slipped into one of the empty private rooms, closing the door behind her.

“Hey, Sam?”

“Hey,” came his voice. “Didn’t want to text this, but Torres and I found something. Something big.”

“Okay…” she said slowly, sitting on the edge of a desk.

Joaquin’s voice joined the call. “We were going through old Hydra files—stuff that SHIELD never decrypted.”

“And?”

“We found you,” Sam said. “In the records. Before the Maximoffs.”

She went very still. “What?”

“You weren’t just another Hydra experiment,” Sam said. “You were the first step. The origin test for what created Wanda’s powers.”

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a.n - hih! thanks for reading the teaser :3 let me know if you want more!

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itsmeamysworld

1 year ago

pink reqs againnnbb 🫶🏻

ghost having to wear one of the pink shirts reader bought him because all of his clothes are in the washer, then accidentally sees someone he knows from the team in public 💗💗🫶🏻

MWAHAHHAHA

It was horrible.

A pink hello kitty shirt you got for him so he could match with you.

And he had to go to the store

You know what? Times have changed he doesn't have shit to worry about

Until he did

"Oi Ghost!"

Fucking hell.

What was Soap doing here??

The last thing he wanted was for anyone he knew to see him in this shirt.

He'd never hear the end of it

"Dinnae expect to see ye here, could have seen ye a mile away with that fuckin' shirt"

"You're just jealous you don't have a partner to get you a shirt like this"

"Ye seem to love her very much"

"Dinnae ignore me now, Ghost"

Ghost sighed

"What are you even doing here in England, Johnny?"

"Came to visit you, and visit you I did"

"You don't know my address"

"Your partner does"

He sighed.

Of course Johnny managed to contact you.

"Ye should take me home with ye, I'm gonna find a way in anyway!"

This was going to be a long day.

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itsmeamysworld

7 years ago

Franzi’s BMoL Writing Challenge - Masterpost

Thank you to everything who participated in this, it’s a lot more than I expected! I hope everyone will enjoy reading these and don’t forget to leave the writers some feedback!

Note: Not all of them have a category attached yet because I went with what was listed in the warnings if they had some. I didn’t get to read all of them yet but will add categories later on as I get to read them!

People that asked for extensions will be added later on, people I didn’t hear from at all and post after this was posted, will not be added. If you posted for this before this post was made and you’re not on the list, feel free to send me the link and I will add you!