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nothings hotter than a man that listens to science and wears a mask

i wish stranger things was never made i feel so bad for those kids

#justiceformuslims

i read an amazing article by wannasworld and i decided to put together a small piece based on it. just a daily reminder to speak black women. 

Oh my God! 😭 You dropped this queen 👑

[ID: Fifteen edits of the Bugs bunny “I wish all a very pleasant day” meme. They are edited to include the trans flag on his left side. They read:

“I wish all trans men, trans women, nonbinaries, genderfluids, demiboys and demigirls, agenders, and more a very pleasant trans visibility day.” This edit includes the flags for the identities listed.

“I wish all straight, gay, lesbian, bi, pan, ace, aro, omni, polyamorous, etc. trans people a very pleasant trans visibility day.” This edit includes the flags for the identities listed.

“I wish all intersex people who identify with the trans label a very pleasant trans visibility day.” This edit includes the intersex flag.

“I wish all autistic, ADHD, or otherwise neurodivergent trans people a very pleasant trans visibilitiy day.” This edit includes the red words “(happy autism acceptance month! light it up red)”

“I wish all Jewish, Muslim, Christian, Hindu, and other religious trans people a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all trans POC, especially Black and indigenous trans people, a very pleasant trans visibility day.” This edit includes the inclusive LGBT poc flag, as well as a trans flag with a brown and black fist.

“I wish all disabled or chronically ill trans people a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all fat trans people, hairy trans people, and trans people who don’t “pass” a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all it/its pronoun users, neopronouns users, and people who use pronouns that don’t “match” their gender a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all trans people with little or no gender dysphoria a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all trans people who are in the closet a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all trans people who haven’t transitioned and/or don’t plan to a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all questioning trans people/people who aren’t sure if they’re trans a very pleasant trans visibility day.”

“I wish all people who don’t use labels for themselves a very pleasant whatever you’re comfy with.”

“I wish all trans people a very pleasant you are wonderful, valid, and loved <3” /End ID]

heard it was trans day of visibility

I recently found out a 25 year old Asian girl called Michelle Leng was raped,recorded and murdered.

While in Australia she visited her aunt and uncle, one day her uncle (Derek Barrett) set up two cameras to capture her rape, she was tied up with duct tape until her writes turned purple Barrett also gagged Michelle during the process. While she was naked and bound he also took pictures of her face and genitalia.

After he raped her he tourtured her and stabbed her 40 times all over her body while the cameras were rolling then he dumped her body at snapper point. Barrett saved the USB containing 9 videos of the rape. Her grand mother passed shortly after she saw the videos, she was healthy prior to Michelle’s death, it is believed that she passed away from sadness and shock. Her father passed several years before leaving her mother alone now. Asians are being fetishised in the most disgusting way,please stop, it’s not funny and it is very scary for a lot of people.

I am Asian and I think I speak for a lot of people when I say I am really scared. Although I don’t speak for everyone I hope that more people can spread awareness on this. 

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holy fuck i’m gonna puke

The Coupon Book Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: All smut, no plot.

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The Coupon Book: A 12 Part Smut Series

One of your and Bucky’s Christmas traditions was to not exchange gifts until bedtime on Christmas Day. Tonight, you were both like little kids as you sat on the bed together taking turns opening gifts. You always got each other something a little playful. He had gotten you a gorgeous set of lingerie. You were giggling as you handed him his and he eyed the small package curiously. As he pulled the paper off your hand-made gift, he read the cover and grinned widely. In bold letters across the front of the booklet were the words “Sex Coupons for Sergeant Bucky Barnes to be redeemed anytime, anywhere.” Bucky’s eyes flick to yours with a heated look before they return to the booklet and begin flipping through the dozen coupons. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he went through each one and when he finally looks up with a smirk he says, “There’s 12. Does that mean I get to use one a month?”

“You can use them whenever and however you want.” You smile. 

“This might be my favorite Christmas gift ever.” Bucky grins devilishly. 

“Perv,” you giggle. 

“Yup, but for now Christmas sex.” Bucky grabs your legs and pulls you under him, the coupon book forgotten. For now. 

Sex Coupons for Sergeant Bucky Barnes to be redeemed anytime, anywhere.

One Lap Dance to your song of choice. 

One massage with a happy ending.

One blowjob. 

A Wake-up Call.

One Quickie. 

All tied up and any way you want it. 

You choose my outfit for the night.

Any fantasy fulfilled. 

Public Sex. 

One Sex tape or photo shoot. 

Roleplay of any kind. 

Wild Card. (Anything you choose.)

The Story of Us

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,142

Summary: Bucky is broody muffin unless you’re around- then he’s just a soft muffin of love :)

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club cleanup the archive challenge and the super cute and sweet prompt below from my lovely friend @randomfandompenguin Thank you love! I hope you like this! You know I adore our beefy Bucky! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤ My beautiful divider is by @imerdwarf

Warnings: Soft and sweet fluff, Bucky’s read Henley, some friendly teasing and fun

“Hey Buck, Sam and I are going for a run. Want to join us?” Steve asks.

Bucky looks up from his cereal and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t feel like going out now. Thanks.”

Steve shrugs and claps him on the back. “See ya later Pal.”

Keep reading

Bucky Barnes One Shot

Prompts:

Hi! What do you think about aftercare with James Barnes? How him and a reader would take care of each other? Thanks. 🎈🎈🎈

heyyy so maybe bucky barnes x reader when reader is comforting him after one of his nightmares? ty

You were sound asleep when you felt a jolt next to you, waking you up instantly.

"Bucky? Baby, what is it?"

You ask him through the darkness, feeling the sweat on his skin.

He clings to you, almost like he is holding on for dear life, terrified that if he lets you go, the nightmare that was plaguing him would come back.

"It's ok baby, you're safe. You're home. Everything is ok."

You comfort him.

He doesn't speak but his shaking hands and pounding heart tell you everything he is thinking and feeling.

"What was your dream about? Do you want to talk about it?"

You ask him, knowing he won't want to, he never does.

He shakes his head and reaches up for your face, caressing it lightly before pulling you in for a kiss.

It starts out slow and sweet, building as the seconds tick by until he pins you down onto the mattress with his metal arm, pulling at your pajamas with his other.

He was rough, taking out the fears of his nightmare on your body, bringing his mind back to focus by the end.

You, as usual, didn't mind the roughness, it actually turned you on a bit but it did leave marks. Marks that Bucky hated.

When all was said and done, he lays his head on your chest and you run your finger through his hair.

"Are you ok now?"

He nods slightly then looks up.

"Are you?"

Even through the darkness you can tell he is hating himself for how rough he was with you.

"I'm fine baby."

You try to assure him but you know he doesn't believe you.

He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, turning on the water to the tub.

You sit on the bed, waiting for him to come back, only wanting to be in his arms.

Bucky comes back to the bed a few minutes later, picking you up easily in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom, carefully placing you into the bathtub before climbing in himself.

You lay back against his chest, letting the warm water take over the soreness you feel from before.

"I'm so sorry."

He says, looking at the deep markings on your skin that are only getting darker with time.

"It's just a mark Bucky. It will go away."

He leans down and kisses the spot on your shoulder, careful to not add any extra pain.

"It was about you."

You sit in silence for what seems like forever until Bucky finally begins to talk again.

"What?"

You ask him, turning to see his face.

"My nightmare. It was about you. Hydra came. They wanted me back. They ripped you from my arms and killed you."

You could almost see the dream replaying in his head as he spoke.

"Baby, that is never going to happen. You would never let them hurt me. You would never let anyone hurt me."

You take his face in your hands.

"I hurt you."

He says quietly, looking again at the marks on your skin.

"No. Buck, listen to me. You did not hurt me. If you ever got too rough, I would tell you. You know that."

You sigh, knowing you aren't getting through to him.

"James, look at me."

He finally looks up into your eyes.

"You couldn't hurt me."

"But I could. You know what I am capable of."

You shake your head.

"Not when it comes to me. You take care of me. You protect me. You love me. That's why you could never hurt me."

You turn back and lay against his chest again.

"Everything is ok. I am ok. We are ok. Hydra is not coming for you. They are not going to kill me."

You stroke his arm that is around your waist as you talk to him, feeling him calm as you continue.

"You are not theirs anymore. They do not own your mind. You do. You are no longer the winter soldier. You are James Bucky Barnes."

He takes a deep breath and repeats what you just said word for word.

"How do you always do that?"

Bucky asks a while later.

"Do what?"

"Bring me back from the brink."

You smile a little.

"Because, I take care of you and you take care of me. It's what we both signed up for, pal."

Bucky chuckles a bit.

"And I'd do it again in a heartbeat, doll. Every single time."

MY ASKS ARE OPEN FOR ONE SHOT PROMPT REQUESTS!!!

wakanda

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

word count: 2.4k (lol, sorry)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a cutie.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.

A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.

Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.

“Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.

“Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.

You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.

“He doesn’t wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.

By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.

You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.

“Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.

“Since you dropped it to me”.

“So?”

“I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.

“Of course, (Y/N)”.

“I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.

Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.

You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.

Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.

Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.

“I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”

You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.

“You first”. He let you, waving his hand.

“I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.

You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.

In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?

“I want you to keep it”.

“But…”

“I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”

“Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.

In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.

“Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.

Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.

“So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.

“Permanently?”

“Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.

“Did you accept?”

“Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.

He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.

“No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.

“Okay, good”.

While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.

“I need my arm”.

The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.

“For what”.

“You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.

“No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.

“I need to have two arms”.

“You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”

“C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”

“Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.

“I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.

“If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.

“Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you… do that?”

“Try me”.

No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.

“C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.

Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.

The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.

“You didn’t need to…”

“Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.

“Why?”

“Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.

You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.

“I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.

At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.

“You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.

He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.

“Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.

“I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.

Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.

“Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.

“I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.

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i love you, you are important, your life matters. and i’m so sorry for how america, and the world treats you.

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here’s some fun black history for you guys!

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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