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People are actually fucking dying in Palestine and all over the world because of international negligence and U.S. aggression.

And you're having a meltdown over a celebrity you don't know? What the fuck is wrong with you?

You know what you should be angry about, my fellow U.S. Americans? The fact that your fucking tax dollars go to "foreign aid" to help Israel bomb the fuck out of Palestinian children and the fact that fucking Biden is not doing a goddamn fucking thing.

Why don't you give your local representatives a call and scream at them? God knows they fucking deserve it.

Self Check-Out

Title: Self Check-Out

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader/you (no y/n) (f!reader)

Word Count: 1260

Rating: T

Warnings: Language.

A/N: For @brandyllyn for my Back To Action Prompt List the prompt was “Marcus Moreno: asking a stranger to hide you”

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You knew she was following you.

Dammit.

Shit.

Fuck.

All the curses.

Turn right at the next aisle and — shit shit shit they were stocking, the whole fucking thing was just covered and you couldn’t get the cart out and you couldn’t….

You backed up fast, so fast the little boy in your cart said Wee and nearly dropped your phone onto the floor.

Your eyes were darting around and you nearly bowled into some very nice guy minding his own business and debating on a breakfast cereal.

“Shit! Sorry!”

He smiled and oh well hello.

“No worries.”

Now this wasn’t fair.

You were trying to escape and this man was hypnotizing, utterly unfair. Completely not ok.

Your mouth opened and closed like a dying fish and you fumbled with, “I’m sorry, I’m….escaping.”

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Too little too late (1/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Marcus Moreno x reader

Plot: Steve and the reader were dating when he decided to go back in time and stay with Peggy. When things don’t work out with Peggy Steve decides to go back to the future to be with the reader. Unfortunately for him, the reader doesn’t want anything to do with him because she was pregnant when he left. Things get even more complicated when Steve finds out the reader moved on with a widowed father and fellow superhero named Marcus Moreno.

A/n I don’t know how many parts this is going to have but I hope you guys will like it. I’m sorry but there is no Marcus in this chapter. Since I split this part in half, part two will be up by Sunday.

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Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

Rudeness and Racism in the Fandom.

Lately there has been a very disturbing trend in this fandom. Someone or several someones have been spending time going into inboxes with the sole purpose of leaving cruel comments or outright racists statements for creators. 

I don’t understand the level of mean heartedness that it requires to try and insult someone, either for their writing skill/drawing skills, comparing them to other writers/artists, or just being a racists piece of shit to try to drive people of color out of the fandom. 

The energy it take, to actually go into someone’s inbox and craft the message, make sure the anon option is selected and hit send astounds me. Use that energy for something out. Go outside and touch some grass, read a fucking self help book, because you need it. 

What purpose is there for this? To make them feel bad? To crush their souls and make them feel as if they need to stop writing/drawing? Or just leave the fandom all together? 

Comparing creators to one another? “How does it feel to know you aren’t as good as ____?” What??? Why would you do that? There is no reason to pit creators against one another. And where is your writing/art? Where is yours so we can judge it. Or are you one of these people who like to take from this fandom and contribute nothing but hatred and bullshit? 

To bring their ethnicity into it? You know they can’t help what race they were born right? It’s not like we get a choice in what color we are or who our parents are. And there is NOTHING wrong with being born to any culture or ethnicity you narrow-minded twat. 

You are the toxicity that is brining the fandom down if you do this. You are the part that needs to be cut out. You are the one that should be ashamed of who you are as a person because it’s disgusting. 

Let me be very clear: If you do this, UNFOLLOW ME. I DON’T WANT YOU READING MY WORK. I DON’T WANT YOU IN MY PORTION OF THE FANDOM. 

To my creators out there that are receiving this hate and bile:  I am so sorry and I wish that you weren’t receiving these things. Please, I urge you to delete them and even turn off Anon for awhile if you need to. 

so I started watching Daredevil

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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

Legacy - Part 1

Pairing: Carter! reader x ?????

Summary: Everyone know Peggy Carter is a force to be reckoned with, who cold have guessed her granddaughter would hold the same ferocity, if not more.This story follow y/n Carter’s life as she faces the obstacles life pitches her.

Warnings: None

A/N: I want to thank @agentmarvel13 without her this story would never be here. She helped bring my ideas to life and the main character is inspired from her story Another Carter. For the benefit of this story Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa ended up together and they had one son together.

1989 Age 5

“Grandma isn’t it supposed to rain today?” You tug on your grandmothers’ hand as she guides you closer the playground. When she looks to you, you point up to the grey sky, the dark clouds steadily moving.

“Well you know what that means?”  She smiles widely at you “we get to play in the rain silly!”

“AND THE MUD!?” You squeal in excitement, she hesitates before giving in “I don’t see why not, just no eating it again.” She teases 

 You giggle as you skip beside her, smile growing as the large playground and other children comes into view. One group especially catches your eye, an older boy picking on a girl. 

Her pleas reach your ears and you can see her struggling to shove him away as he yanks her pig tails. she releases a pained shriek; before your grandmother could even try to stop

you, you’re storming over to the scene.

You step in front of the boy, huffing out at him “leave her alone!” 

 “Oh yeah” he laughs “what’re you gonna do about it?” He shoves your shoulder, you stumble back, the other girl barely catching you. 

  You smile at the boy before launching at him, your tiny fist cracking against his nose. The sound of his cry echoes through the park, his own hands cupping his nose as he yelps 

He races to his mother, her face contorting from worried to angry in seconds as he continues sobbing 

“thank you.” 

You turn to the girl, her eyes wide with a tiny grin “are you okay?”

“Yeah! You saved me!”

“He’s a bully, and I don’t like bullies – “she pulls you into a hug,

“I’m Darcy Dugan.”  She introduces herself 

“I’m y/n Carter.”

“y/n! Darling can you come here for a moment.”

“uh oh, you’re gonna get in trouble - “Darcy’s tone is full of fear for you 

You grab her hand “will you come with me?” You whisper, when she agrees you both run over to her. Beside her is the bully, and his snotty looking mother 

“dear, did you punch this young man?” Your grandma questions you 

“yes, I did.” You proudly admit, your head is held high 

She sighs “y/n- “

“he’s a bully gram! He pulled Darcy’s hair!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Children! - “your grandmother stops before you two can continue “both of you should apologize - “

“excuse me? - “his mother steps in “she hit him- “

“and apparently your son was causing havoc. Two apologies are required here ma’am.” 

“My son will not apologize.”

“Then neither will my granddaughter. Bullies do not deserve apologies – “she turns to you “come on ladies, I believe I just felt a rain drop and we can’t enjoy it stuck under this tree with such dull company.” 

 She takes your hand, along with Darcy’s before leading you into the drizzle. 

“don’t think you’re out of the woods yet missy- “she kneels down to the both of you

“but grandma Peggy! Captain America beat up bullies all the time, and so did grandpa Sousa!” 

“My grandpa tells me stories about Captain America all the time!” Darcy excitedly pitches in “he said- he said they were friends! “

 Peggy’s eyes widen before she can speak, another cut in

“well look at that, never thought I’d see you at a playground Peggy.” At the gruff voice your grandmother smiled, turning to the man. 

“Grandpa!” Darcy runs into his arms, hugging him as he lifts her

“fancy seeing you here dum dum.” She greets him 

“this is my new friend y/n! She saved me from the bully.” Darcy tells him, he turns to you 

“well thank you little lady!” He looks to Peggy “the apple doesn’t far from the tree does it Carter?” 

 Peggy chuckles, smiling down at you as you giggle 

“now what’s this I hear about Steve Rogers?” He asks

“my lovely granddaughter seems to think that just because Captain America beat up bullies, means she can do the same.”

His laughter is full bellied, Peggy glares at him playfully “even after all these years, he’s still finding a way to drive me mad.” She mumbles, earning another laugh 

“Grandma Peggy, can we play in the rain now.” You ask 

She nods, watching as Darcy is set on her feet next to you. You grab her hand, tugging her through the rain, giggling as you two begin your adventure 

“your grandpa is my grandmas’ friend!” You cheer 

“can we be friends until we’re that old ? “Darcy asks 

 “Yes! and we can fight away the bullies together!”

“No more fighting!”  Peggy calls out as she over hears your happy shouts. Both of you loudly whine at the restriction

“good god - do they remind you of anyone?” Dugan asks her as they watch their two girls giggling in the rain as they begin play fighting against an imaginary enemy,” I don’t know if the world is ready for another Rogers and Barnes duo. Hell I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet .”

 Peggy grins as she watches you tumble alongside Darcy, her heartwarming at how the similarities between you Steven Rogers as you shield your friend from the pretend monster “It doesn’t seem like we have much of a choice.”

 They watch you lift a discarded frisbee, holding it as a shield in front of you & Darcy, Dugan’s laughter fills the park as he bends over slapping his knee at Peggy’s scrunched expression 

“good grief.” She mutters as she pinched the bridge of her nose 

“looks like you’re never escaping the power of that shield Peg.”

 She sighs “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Britney Spears Tells Judge “I’m So Angry It’s Insane” in Conservatorship Hearing

“A lot has happened since two years ago, the last time I was in court,” Spears said. “I don’t think I was heard on any level when I came to court last time.”

She then continued to detail that she was forced to do a 2018 tour, and forced to change her medication, among a long list of other grievances she said made her feel like a slave. “Not only did my family not do a goddamn thing, my dad was all for it,” said Spears.

“I’ve lied and told the whole world I’m okay and I’m happy,” Spears said, explaining that she was in denial. “If I said that enough, maybe I’d become happy. … I’m in shock. I’m traumatized. … I’m so angry it’s insane.”

Spears said she didn’t know she could petition to end the conservatorship, and that she was told she’d have to be evaluated again in order to do that.

“I’m scared of people. I don’t trust people with what I’ve been through,” says Spears of the idea of seeing another psychiatric specialist. “It’s not okay to force me to do anything I don’t want to do. … I truly believe this conservatorship is abusive. I don’t feel like I can live a full life.”

Spears says she wants to get married and have a baby, but she has an IUD and she can’t get permission to go to a doctor to have it taken out. She wants her boyfriend, actor Sam Asghari, to be able to drive her around town, and to dial back the amount of therapy she has to undergo each week. Spears also wants the therapist to come to her home, so that paparazzi can’t stake out the person’s office to take photos of her.