Newest 2am Thought..

stop trying to make your draft perfect on the first try. your characters don’t care. your plot doesn’t care. even the imaginary readers in your head don’t care because they don’t exist yet. just write the terrible version. write the cringey dialogue and the scenes that go nowhere and the metaphors so bad they make you cringe into next week. because guess what? you can’t edit a blank page, but you can edit a hot mess. embrace it.

dragon age 4. did they figure out how old the dragon is yet

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Pairing: Eventual Steve x Original Female Character, Steve x Darlene Henderson, Dustin x Darlene (idiot siblings are idiots)

Summary: Life in Hawkins is about to get strange. 

Word Count: 851

Warning(s): Uh…cussing?

A/N: I really wanted to write about an OC that I’ve been playing around with for a while. I hope you like her because I love her. I’ll go ahead and tell you now that I plan on writing more of her. You’re welcome in advance.

                                                                                                      Nov. 6, 1983

Dear Diary,

I keep having this recurring dream nightmare…

Darlene sat at her desk, the faint sound of Waterloo came from her record player, a finished English paper sat off to the side of her. The 16 year old was hunched over a composition book, a pen scratching across the page in looping letters. She often hid the notebook among her school books in an attempt to keep her younger brother’s prying eyes out. She was so hyper focused on the diary that she didn’t hear her door open and her mother’s voice. Only being pulled from her writing when a hand touched her shoulder. Jumping, she spun around to see the slightly amused face of her mother.

“Hey jumpy, everything alright honey?” Claudia smiled down at her daughter.

“Yeah, fine. Everything’s fine, just...journalling. The usual.”

Nodding, her mother sat on the end of the bed. “Barb called, I told her you were finishing homework and would call her back. I also called Mrs. Wheeler and told her to have Dusty go ahead and ride his bike.”

Darlene looked at the clock on her wall, it was past 9. She had meant to be on her way to pick up her younger brother from his friends house. “Oh shit, mom I’m sorry.” She turned back to her mother.

“Darlene!” Claudia looked only slightly appalled at her daughter’s language.

“Sorry.”

“Listen, go ahead and get ready for bed. Dustin will be home soon and you can repay him by taking him to school tomorrow okay?” Claudia stood up, moving to kiss her daughter’s head. “And try to get some sleep. You need it.” Her mother smiled, heading towards the door, quietly shutting it behind her.

Darlene just sat there for a moment before turning back to her diary. She looked at it for a long moment and ended up adding a little more before closing it and standing from her desk. Finally able to stretch after sitting for so many hours. The satisfying pops and cracks coming from the stiff joints. On her way to her dresser, she paused for a moment to turn the volume up. She let her eyes close, taking a moment to let the music flow through her. She opened her eyes once again before looking through the drawers of folded clothes until she finally found pajamas to wear. On her way out of her room, she tossed them onto the bed and crossed the hall to the shared bathroom. With a scoff of disgust she kicked her brother’s dirty clothes towards the hamper. She was washing her face when she heard the front door open and the sound of Dustin and their mother talking, though she couldn’t make out any of the conversation. After a moment she heard his footsteps coming up to their rooms.

“...getting my X-Men 134! I can’t believe it, I didn’t even say go. He cheated!”

Poking her head out of the bathroom, she smiled at her brother. “Come tell me about the session, bubs.” And quickly, her younger brother’s mood changed upon seeing his sister.

Dustin sat in the bathroom with Darlene as she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth, only to drag her into his room while he got ready for bed as well. All the while telling her about the hours they spent looking for the Thessalhydra and encountering a Demogorgon. By the time the fight began, it was time for everyone to go home. 

Darlene, who was ever the fantasy nerd like her brother, hung on every word. In the spare time she had with the boys during the summer months and any time they were off school, she would often be found alongside them in the Wheeler’s basement. Either weaving her own tales or helping Mike with his. The longer she sat there listening the later it was getting and she still needed to change. She stood up from the desk chair and headed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked, looking towards his sister from where he sat on the edge of his bed.

“Well, you and I both need to sleep. I’m driving you to school tomorrow, mom will have my head if I don’t.” She walked over and ruffled his hair. “Get some sleep.”

“Oh, okay! Goodnight!”

“Night.” She left the room, closing the door behind her. Going back into her own room, she shut the door before changing into the pajamas she set out for herself a little while before. Once dressed for bed, Darlene moved once again to her record player and turned off her music.

Shutting off the lights, she crawled into bed and snuggled under the warm blankets. She didn't realize how tired she had been until she got into bed, her eyes drooping as she reached over for her book. She probably wouldn't get too far tonight in her quest to finish Interview with the Vampire but, she was going to try her damnedest to get a few pages in. Five minutes later the book was forgotten as she slipped into sleep.

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Bucky’s First Haircut

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader cuts Bucky’s hair.

Word Count: 891

Warning(s): “Baby”’s first hair cut?

A/N: Just another idea that came to me while listening to music. Originally it was different and shorter. But, I made it longer and easier to understand? I don’t know.

James Buchanan Barnes, the love of [Y/N]’s life. A war hero, of course a hero from another time. A time when [Y/N] wasn’t alive. She didn’t know who Bucky was before the war or before he became the Winter Soldier. She knew him after. She knew him as the man that Steve Rogers started a civil war to bring home. And for that entire time, Bucky’s hair grew longer and longer. While neither party minded his glorious mane of hair, Steve had brought up the idea to Bucky that maybe he should get it cut. It hadn’t been short in a long while. But, Bucky bucked against the idea, at one point telling Steve very plainly that he would never be the same Bucky he was before and cutting his hair wouldn’t matter.

[Y/N] had originally been on Bucky’s side as it was his hair and his choice to do with it what he pleased. Then there was a switch in Bucky’s personality. He had become cold towards the others and snapped if someone commented on it. [Y/N] was the only one to realize this was after the topic of Bucky’s self grooming was brought up. That’s when she got the brilliant idea.

“Hey Buck, why don’t you let me cut your hair?” [Y/N] was sat, leaning on the arm of the recliner she was in. “If you don’t like it, it will always grow back.”

“This again? Why does everyone has a problem with my hair?” Bucky looked towards her, frowning slightly before he ran a hand through his long locks.

“We don’t have a problem with your hair, honey. I like the long hair, but I would like to see you with short hair.”

“There are plenty of pictures of when I had short hair. Go ask Steve to see them.”

“Bucky, you and I both know that’s not the same. Why don’t we try? We can start with a trim.” [Y/N] stood, walking over to him. She plopped down beside Bucky and leaned into his side. “If you let me do this, I’ll let you do something to me.”

Bucky looked over to her, the frown still on his face. “I’ll think about it.”

[Y/N], seemingly satisfied, kissed his cheek and stood, going into her room.

Two hours had past with [Y/N] in her room reading when she heard a soft knock at her door. She stood, pulling it open to be greeted by Bucky on the other side.

“I want you to cut my hair, before I change my mind.”

[Y/N] smiled. “Go get a dining chair and put it in my bathroom. I’ll get the clippers.”

The two spilt, Bucky to get the chair and somehow get in into the bathroom in [Y/N]’s room, and [Y/N] to find said clippers. It took Bucky a short while to make it back into her room with the chair, he sat down and twiddled his thumbs as he waited for her to come back. Trying not to count the seconds before she was back as it only would make he want to change his mind. And then there she was, standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a large smile on her face.

“Ready?” She asked.

“Just hurry.” Bucky spoke softly, sitting up straight in the chair.

[Y/N] plugged in the clippers and grabbed her comb from a caddy that sat beside the sink. She took a few moments to comb through his hair and to keep him occupied, asked him stupid little questions from what his favorite color was to what day of the week he liked more. As he spoke, [Y/N] pressed a kiss to the top of his head before she started to trim away at his hair. Thankfully, this wasn’t the first time she had cut someone’s hair, as she would trim her own and had been known to cut Steve’s and Natasha’s on occasions.

A few more buzzing filled moments with the two of them talking, [Y/N] shut the clippers off and smiled before brushing some of the hair from Bucky’s shoulders.

“There you go, handsome. Check yourself out.” She took a step away from him so he could stand and turn to look in the mirror.

Bucky had his eyes closed as he faced the mirror. After a minute, he opened his eyes and looked at himself. He didn’t know he expected to see looking back at him, but it was him. Shorter hair that was similar to how his hair looked during the war. His flesh hand moved up to his hair, running his fingers through it. After another moment he looked at [Y/N] who stood beside through the mirror, a smile grew on his face as he saw the look of sheer happiness on her’s.

“So, what do you think, Buck?” She asked, rocking on her heels as she looked back at him.

“I like it.” He answered before chuckling. “What do you think, darlin’?”

“I think you look handsome.”

Bucky turned to her then, pulling her towards him. “Thank you, doll.”

“Anytime, Barnes.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

They stood there for a long moment just looking at each other, each with a smile as wide as the Cheshire Cat.

this is so fucking cute thank you hearthstone devs

and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended

i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over

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