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How to help Sudan

Sign this Change.org demanding that “The UN must investigate the 3rd of June human rights violations in Sudan by the Military.” Sign here

This GoFundMe campaign. Donate here

This Facebook campaign aims to raise funds for food and medicine for those in Sudan. Donate here

Raise awareness about the situation by posting blue profile pictures. Here’s why. 

Donate to Save the Children, which has been working in Sudan since 1984. Donate here. If you prefer the International Rescue Committee, it has been in Sudan since 1989 fighting malnutrition and helping displaced families. Donate here

ok kids repeat after me

vinegar and bleach makes chlorine gas, which is highly toxic

ammonia and bleach makes chloramine, which is highly toxic

rubbing alcohol and bleach makes chloroform, which is highly toxic

hydrogen peroxide and vinegar makes peracetic/peroxyacetic acid, which can be highly corrosive

be careful about your cleaning products and dont get yourself injured or potentially killed ok

Love this blog, their posts are always dope!

Are you an mcu fanfic writer? Are you just starting out? Or grinding away? Less than 1000 followers?

Well then, this is for you. I will be working on a reading list each month to promote smaller writers on tumblr. The only requirement is that you have less than 1000 followers. Your fics can be angst, fluff, or dark. Doesn't matter.

Just send a submission or DM to me with a list of up to 3 fics and they will be included in the reading list. Along with the reading list, I will also post some review of the fics included.

More details to follow.

Thank you.

ATTENTION EVERYONE!

if you wanna keep seeing smut fics/any other mature content, you must go to your settings, go to “content you see,” and hit “show” for mature content! otherwise, those dirty fics & other content with the mature community label will be hidden completely from your view, as if they don’t exist. this is going to make it difficult for fic writers/other mature content creators to get their work seen on the site, so please make others aware to change their settings so they can continue seeing it.

apparently tumblr is making us do that now or they’ll add them for us, and if they add them for us, we can’t take the labels off or edit them. that’s if it’s missing the label and if they deem it’s mature & needs said label. and yes, reblogs of mature content apparently need a label, too. i found all of this info at the tumblr help desk, so if you wanna read more on it, i suggest going over there and checking it out!

please spread the word, so that others know, too! because this has apparently been in place for almost a week, and i knew nothing of it until last night.

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Hello everyone! In honor of 7K, I wanted to host a little challenge. I know we all often dream about a lot of things—having more money, having a better job, not having to have a job, better car, bigger house, finding the one—but what if you got it, and it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be?

What if you got it, and it caused you nothing but misery?

I present to you: The Monkey’s Paw challenge; where we take fluff prompts and turn them dark and gritty.

The options: You message me, and I think up a prompt for you OR you message me with a prompt idea, and we’ll take it as dark as we can go. And I  do mean dark. 

The Rules

Firstly, this is a dark challenge that can and probably will include smut, so NO MINORS ALLOWED, even for work that has no explicit sexual content.

Secondly, I would like to keep this to the fandoms I’m actively involved in, so Marvel characters, Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters, etc. If you aren’t sure, please ask! 

I’m primarily an xReader writer, so no OFC’s, OMC’s, etc. 

*Most* Tropes are accepted; Dark, Mafia, A/B/O, etc, but no: DDLG, Toilet play, Bestiality, Racism, Homophobia, Transphobia, etc.

There is a hard 1.5k word limit. I wanted to make this a real challenge for everyone, myself included! That being said, please put your fic under a cut if it exceeds more than 350 words!

Please tag and warn for all topics as is generally expected/accepted!

Original works only please! If this is part of a series, it must be able to be read and understood as a stand alone piece!

I want this challenge to be fun and spark joy! If it isn’t, or if you don’t like the prompt, it’s okay to request another one!

In order to keep myself from getting over worked, I won’t be able to accept every prompt, so please don’t be upset or offended if I don’t choose yours—I will only be doing 7 of these, in honor of my 7k! But there is no limit on the amount of people able to participate. 

You do not have to be following me to participate, but it would be nice!

I will probably run this challenge for the next three or four weeks!

How to participate:

Drop me a message in my inbox requesting or leaving a prompt! If you are requesting a prompt, please let me know which fandom you’re into, and I will inbox you with the prompt of my choosing. If you are leaving a prompt, I will message you to let you know if I’ve chosen it! 

Happy writing! 😈

tagging a few friends who expressed interest: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor, @lokislastlove, @syntheticavenger, @geminixevans-stan, @angrythingstarlight 

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a ghost story

SEBASTIAN STAN I’m Dying Up Here (2017)

It Happened-Chapter 5: Adventure Time

Word Count: 1818

You had spoken to Fury over the phone before leaving, letting him know that you would need to be off duty for a while due to your pregnancy. You had decided against telling him about your leaving the compound. You figured the less people that knew, the better. The hairs on your arms and the back of your neck stood on end, at the thought of one the many enemies the Avengers have faced, finding out about you carrying Captain America’s child. You shook the thought from your head, knowing you would die before you would allow anyone to harm the offspring of you and Steve.

As you headed out of your bedroom, you were slightly disappointed when you saw that Steve wasn’t there to see you off. You steeled yourself in the fact that you and he needed to think things through to make sure the baby would be raised in a safe & healthy environment. You looked around the room one last time, and a good memory swam to the front of your thoughts. Smiling to yourself over the pleasant reminder, you opened the door to leave and almost ran smack into Wanda. Your eyes darted to her hands, that were holding her own luggage. Your smile faltered as you realized that she wanted to come with you. “Wanda, I think you should stay here. The team can’t afford to have us both gone.” Wanda shook her head in disagreement, “Y/N, the next couple of months are going to be a trying time for you. Are you sure you want do it alone?” “Yes, Wanda I’m sure. I just need some time to figure everything out, I won’t be gone long. Plus I’ll check in with you often and keep our mental connection open so that you can pop in on me whenever you want.” Wanda looked at you unconvinced, “Promise?” You held out your pinky to your sister from another mister, as a sign of good faith. You both tightly clenched your pinkies together, swearing to keep in touch until your return. After sharing a tight hug, you turned away and headed for the garage. You dumped your belongings into your Black Audi TTS Coupe, hopping into the driver’s seat you started the engine as a quick reminder ran across your mind. Courtesy of ever nosy Tony Stark, every car in the compounds garage had tracking equipment placed on them, for just in case reasons per Pre-HYDRA, SHIELD protocol. You knew if you left them in, Steve or Bucky would easily be able to find you if they wanted to. You hopped out and made quick work of snatching out every tracker that you knew of in your car. You walked over and placed them on Steve’s motorcycle, you then looked down at your cell phone knowing that the one in your phone couldn’t be removed. You placed it on the bike with the other trackers and hopped back into your car. Revving the engine, you exited the garage and put the compound, your teammates, Bucky, and Steve in your rearview mirror to quickly drift away. * * * Steve, Natasha and Bucky were still seated in your and Steve’s apartment at a stalemate when FRIDAY broke the awkward silence. “Captain Rogers, your wife has exited the compound.” Steve blew out the breath he unknowingly held, “FRIDAY, can you turn on the trackers in her car and cell phone. I at least want to know where she is, in case of an emergency.” Natasha began to shake her head knowingly when FRIDAY uttered a quick response to Steve’s request. “I’m sorry Captain, but she removed the trackers before leaving, they are currently located on your bike along with Mrs. Rogers cell phone.” Bucky began to chuckle lightly, bringing Steve and Natasha’s attention to him. “What is so damn funny?” Steve said to the man, his voice unable to hide his annoyance. “You are Steve,” Buck replied with a smug grin. “…for being the amateur that you are at tracking Y/N. That’s what’s funny.” He stood and puffed out his chest slightly, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up Y/N’s locket tracker.” “Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” The A.I. had a holographic screen presented, showing a blue-colored dot moving at a steady pace along the New York state outskirts. Steve stared at the man in shock, “You had a tracker put on my wife?” Bucky’s metal arm plates began to shift, annoyance clear on his face, “NO, I put a tracker into my girlfriend’s locket before you stole her from me!” The two men glared at each other across the coffee table. Natasha had, had enough of the testosterone volleying through the room. “Okay, we’ve already established that you both are very overprotective of Y/N. Can you two hash out your issues now?” Steve and Bucky looked away from each other, their faces still holding stern looks. Natasha sighed slightly at their stubbornness. “If you two don’t find some middle ground to agree on and move forward, I don’t see this ending well for everyone.” Both men looked at her in annoyance, knowing that she was right. They turned their glares back to one another. Steve huffed out a breath and spoke first. “Why Buck? Why Y/N? You could have any woman in the world, you already have one of the best.” Steve glanced briefly at Natasha, giving her a soft smile. His gaze returned to his best friend, “Why are you trying to steal my wife?” Bucky slid forward and leaned across the table, facing Steve. “I told you before, she was mine and you stole her first.” Steve scrunched his face up in disgust, “Buck, do you hear yourself right now?” As the two men began to quarrel loudly over one another, Natasha stepped in once again. “STOP!”, she yelled. The men’s discussion had ceased, but they continued to stare at one another. “You two are still arguing, instead of trying to understand one another. Let’s not go over what we already know. You two need to come to an agreement on what’s going to happen from here on out.” Natasha walked over to where Steve was sitting. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, she moved her mouth near his neck and kissed him gently there, feeling Steve’s body tense up. She looked back up at James, his eyes barely hiding their glare at his wife’s actions. She whispered into Steve’s ear, knowing James’s serum enhanced hearing would hear her message loud and clear. “Didn’t your mothers ever teach you two how to share?”, she winked at her husband. Steve looked up at Natasha with confusion spread across his face. She rolled her eyes at him and walked around to the front of his chair, taking a seat in his lap. “James, you had every intention of including Y/N in our relationship, if she had agreed to it. And we all know Steve clearly still wants to sleep with me.” She watched as his eyes searched the floor as if the answer were located there. Natasha turned her attention back to Steve “Y/N gave you permission to have sex with me.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and looked at him questioningly, “Why can’t we all just share?” Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, at a loss for words. He looked over to his friend and saw that Bucky looked to be giving Natasha’s idea actual thought. As if it was only a passing thought, Bucky’s eyes quickly fell back on to his wife. “And you think that I am just going to allow you to sleep with Steve? So, he can take you from me, too?” Natasha shook her head, “James you are not allowing me to do anything, Y/N is ok with Steve and I sleeping together. You clearly aren’t going to let Y/N go, you have to be able to give and take.” “S…ss...so, we’d all be sleeping together?” Steve questioned Natasha, his cheeks turning slightly pink under her gaze. “We don’t have to make it a group thing if you don’t want to, but we can be with each other whenever we want, sort of like an open relationship, except it’s only open to the 4 of us. Think about it Steve, I know you and Y/N have some things to work out once she comes back, but do you honestly want to not be with her anymore?” Steve shook his head, he didn’t want Y/N to leave in the first place, much less to divorce the present love of his life. Now that he knew they were expecting a child, it only reinforced that for him, he had absolutely no intention of leaving his wife. He still couldn’t explain the sexual desire that pulled him to Natasha, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut instead of rambling about it to Sharon. He’d hoped that telling the woman would keep her from coming on to him while he was at her residence, but it only seemed to slightly stall the blond. Natasha could read from his eyes that he was going to go along with it, she then turned back to her husband. “So, James, are you willing to comply?” He gave a firm nod to his wife, letting her know he would allow her to sleep with Steve. Bucky got up and walked over to where she and Steve sat. He bent slightly and gave her a deep lingering kiss on the lips, as Steve looked on. Rubbing his thumb gently across the apple of her cheek, he then gave a nod of okay to Steve as he stalked out of the room. He thought back to what Natasha had mentioned earlier about “giving and taking”. He would need to give a little in order to get what he really wanted…YOU, he wouldn’t be completely ok until you were back at the compound, safe in his arms. He still loved you, as much as he loved his wife, she understood his desire for you. Natasha had still agreed to marry him, even with the knowledge that one day, it would be the three of you sharing a bed. James hadn’t accounted for Steve to interfere with his plans, but now he knew that getting you to leave Steve would be extremely difficult, if not impossible. Unless you personally made the decision yourself, he would have to accept the terms as they were. He made it to his and Natasha’s bedroom and shut the door. Taking out his phone, he pulled up your tracker, seeing that you had stopped only two hours away. He knew it was probably just a temporary stop. He decided then, not to allow Steve or his wife to be a distraction from keeping watch over you. He would bring you home if it was the last thing that he did.

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