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Fictober Day 1

Prompt:

"Im not begging you to stay."

"Why not?"

Stucky, angst, post-endgame

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“Don't do anything stupid ‘till I get back.”

“How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky responds, giving Steve his best smile as he pushes down the feeling of abandonment.

But Steve notices. He always does.

“Buck? You alright?” Steve asks, hand on Bucky's shoulder. Bucky swallows down the lump in his throat, shaking his head as he glances away.

“Its nothin’, Steve. Go get your girl. You owe her a dance, after all.”

Steve scoffs, shaking his head.

“You're upset I'm leaving, aren't you?”

Bucky nods and shrugs his shoulders. “Like I said. Its nothin’. I'm not gonna… I'm not begging you to stay, Steve.”

“Why not?”

That question sends chills down Bucky's spine, his thoughts pausing. But he pushes it down, ignoring the feeling that maybe he should beg for him to stay.

“Why should I?” He asks defensively. “That wouldn't be fair to you, man. You deserve to have a nice life. Who am I to prevent that?”

Bucky scoffs, glancing down at the ground, hair hanging in his face.

“After all this time, you're just gonna abandon me, Steve. What happened to ‘til the end of the line’?” His voice cracks, but he keeps going, his words barely whispers.

“Is this the end of the line?”

Those words send a chill down Steve's spine. He has to take a moment, his eyes wide as he stares at Bucky, comprehending his words.

“Buck-”

Bucky cuts him off with a shake of his head.

“Don't. Don't pity me. Don't stay just because you feel bad, Steve. I'm just dead weight. Leave me behind. You don't need me. No one does or ever will. You're not the scrawny Brooklyn kid in the alleys any more, afterall.”

Steve stares at him, heart pounding. “Bucky, don't say that about yourself. I-I'm sure you'll find a nice girl, settle down. You'l find someone who needs you, I promise.”

“But thats just it, Steve.” Bucky says, looking up at him, voice broken, eyes hardened. “I need you. I love you, Steve. I don't want no nice girl. I want you. Its always been you.”

Oh. The realization hits Steve like a shock of lightning, pieces clicking together in his mind as he thinks back on the old days, when it was just him and Bucky.

The way Bucky would always look at him like he hung the moon. Or how he remembered even the simplest things about him, things no one else did. Or how his eyes lit up everytime he walked into the room. It explains it all.

“Bucky, I-”

Steve scrambles for words, heart shattering. *How could he have not known? Is it too late?*

“James. Look at me, man.” He says, fingers reaching out to cup his cheek, Bucky's eyes widening at the gesture. “I never thought… I never thought you liked me like that. I was just that scrawny kid you took care of. Plus, at that time, it wasn't exactly sociable acceptable, now was it?”

Bucky shakes his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Nah, it wasn't.”

“Exactly. So I brushed it off, Buck. I found someone I liked. I tried to ignore the feelings I had for you. That I still have for you.”

Bucky's breath hitches, eyes widening.

“I'll stay, Buck. Just promise me one thing.” Bucky nods at Steve's words, eyes on his.

“Don't keep somethin’ like this from me again.”

Friendly reminder to check your breasts while you’re just sitting there scrolling the internet, then reblog so your followers do the same. Two people I know were just diagnosed within the same week.

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Remus *catching Sirius set up the stupidest prank imaginable*: please tell me you did not drag James into this

Sirius: I didn't drag James into this

Sirius: it was his idea in the first place

My History as a Baby Witch

Hello, I'm Nikki! I'm 24 out of Florida. I'm a Baby Witch.

I started my magical journey 8 years ago back when I was 16. I fell in love with Wicca as soon as I heard about it. I loved the beliefs, I loved the freedom, I loved the mystery of it all, and I loved the idea of witchcraft. I realized right then and there that I felt at home as a Wiccan.

I lived in a very Christian family and had to practice in secrecy for a very long time. I learned a lot of things. Color correspondences, candle magic, sigils, and kitchen magic. It helped me keep my practice hidden but it also stunted my growth as a witch.

Now that I can practice openly I've come to Tumblr to seek information and to possibly join a community that can guide me through this journey of becoming a witch and learning more about witchcraft.

If you have any information you'd like to share whether it be a community to join, information on altars or other types of magic, or anything else please feel free to reach out to me. I'll try to respond as quickly as I can.

With that said:

Bide the Wiccan law ye must, in perfect love, in perfect trust. Eight words the wiccan rede fulfill; if ye harm none, do as ye will. Ever mind the rule of three; what thee sends out comes back times three. Follow this with mind and heart. Merry ye meet, merry ye part.

Update 1 (9/14/2024):

Since writing this first post I've definitely reflected on my beliefs and have learned of the injustices of Wicca. I no longer feel comfortable calling myself Wiccan and have instead found myself as a Hellenic Pagan. I do not stand for cultural appropriation and I'm taking steps to undo any injustices that I may have done while Wiccan.

no, dear transphobes. I do not want your cis kids to be trans and go though surgeries when they're only 10. I want our trans kids, to become trans adults. I want them to have a better, safer future. I don't want to hear about another suicide by a trans minor, because they were so severely bullied and couldn't take it anymore. I don't want to hear about another trans teenager being murdered, just because they exist. if you can't understand such simple thing as this, there is something really wrong with you.

it's so funny to me when i see pearl-clutching articles about how "teenagers are diagnosing themselves with mental disorders via tiktok" because like. this is not happening in a vacuum. teenagers are severely and i mean severely medically neglected. i cannot stress this enough. teenagers do not have free access to medical care. those same news outlets would be clowning on women with housewife psychosis in the 1950's.

i sometimes go pale when listening to some of what my friends have gone through in their childhoods and teenagehoods. they talk about it so nonchalantly, things that would be considered straight up torture if done to an adult, can't fathom the effect this has on children. they are on multiple anti-psychotics and several antidepressants and anxiety meds now that they are adults. medical neglect has legally and effectively disabled them. a timely diagnosis and intervention could have saved them. of course teenagers are self-diagnosing using tiktok. if your knee-jerk reaction is to scoff at the idea and dismiss it as dumb teenager shit instead of being radicalized because the best shot young people have at attaining the mental health support they need is a fucking dancing videos app, you're categorically a political enemy of the youth.

Does the fact that neurotypicals exist weird anybody else out? Like, there are thousands of disorders out there and you don’t even have one of them???????

almost salted the boiling water im using to sterilize my dildo