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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...

Pumpkin Patch {Frankie Morales x Reader}

Word count: 900

Warnings: none

Rating: PG

Summary: You and Frankie spend the day at the pumpkin patch looking for pumpkins to bring home.

Frankie gives your hand a gentle squeeze, continuing to walk down the path through the pumpkin patch. The leaves and hay crunched beneath your boots, the scent of fall lingering in the air.

Frankie came to a halt in front of one of the pumpkins, releasing your hand and kneeling down to get a better look at it. You kneel next to him, studying the massive pumpkin.

“This one looks nice,” Frankie says, gently taking the pumpkin and rotating it to check for any blemishes to the surface. You chuckle under your breath and shake your head, amused with his antics.

“Frankie, it’s ginormous. How are we even going to bring that back to the truck?”

He pauses for a moment, his head coming up to survey the small farm you were at to pick fresh pumpkins. He nudges your shoulder and cracks a grin, pointing at a wheelbarrow propped against the fence hatched around the pumpkin patch.

“You can’t be serious,” you say incredulously. Frankie’s smile never falters as he stands up, dusting the dirt from his pants and offering his hand to help you up. You take it reluctantly, shaking your head at him.

“Of course I’m serious,” he says cheekily. You roll your eyes as he laces his hand with yours and excitedly darts over to the wheelbarrow, his face lit up in a smile as he drags you along with him.

You can’t bring yourself to be annoyed when he looks so incandescently happy. He bunches up his patterned woolen green sweater around his forearms, taking a hold of the wheelbarrow and beginning to wheel it towards his pumpkin.

Suddenly he stops and turns around to face you, a smug expression painting his face. You freeze in your tracks, arching an eyebrow at Frankie.

“What now?” You ask suspiciously, eyeing him up and down.

“C’mere,” he says, letting go of the wheelbarrow and beckoning you over. You cautiously make your way over to him, stopping when you’re stood directly in front of where he’s at.

“Ok, what did you nee—EEED!” you exclaim, shrieking as Frankie picks you up and slings you over his shoulder carelessly, his laughter booming as he places you in the wheelbarrow. You hit his chest playfully when he finally sets you down, earning an expression of mock-hurt from him.

“Ow!” He says teasingly, only earning an amused huff from you.

“You goofball,” you mutter to him, his grin only growing larger at your words.

He chuckles a little bit as he starts moving the wheelbarrow, purposely swiveling it around erratically just to mess with you. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, earning another fit of laughter from Frankie. You shake your head and let a smile cross your face, leaning back to give Frankie a peck on the cheek. His smile softens as he slows and eventually stops the wheelbarrow, patting your back as a signal to step out.

He helps you out of the wheelbarrow, taking your hand in his and gently assisting you in stepping out.

“Do you need any help lifting that thing up?” You ask as Frankie crouches to be level with the massive pumpkin. He hums under his breath, shifting the pumpkin in his hands to test the weight.

“I think I’ve got it, sweetheart,” he decides, taking hold of the pumpkin and lifting it from the ground, grunting at the weight.

“You sure?” You ask skeptically, watching him struggle to lift the gigantic pumpkin. He forces a smile and nods curtly, heaving as he finally manages to get up. He groans and turns towards the wheelbarrow, placing the pumpkin inside of it far more carelessley than he should have. You peer down and inspect it for bruises, smiling and clapping his back when you see there are none.

“You did it.”

“That… was harder than it looks,” Frankie admits, his breathing labored and his hands placed firmly on his hips.

“It looked pretty hard,” you say cheekily.

He rolls his eyes at you and grabs the handles of the wheelbarrow, swiveling it through the hay path and back to the car. You scuttle along beside him, wordlessly enjoying the quality time you get to spend with him. You loop your arm with his, leaning against him slightly as the two of you walk along the hay. Any time with Frankie is a good time, to you at least.

He stops the wheelbarrow in front of the truck, sighing when he realizes he’s going to have to lift the pumpkin into the trunk. He turns to you with a sheepish smile, gesturing to the massive pumpkin.

“Could you maybe help me out this time, honey?” He asks sweetly. You laugh a little and nod, stepping forward to help him hoist the pumpkin into the trunk.

He was right when he said the pumpkin was incredibly heavy. You struggled to lift it even with Frankie bearing most of the weight, grunting as you both hoisted it into the back of the truck. You groan when it’s finally secured, rubbing your upper arms.

“Guess we both got a workout in today, eh?” He says jokingly, leaning against the trunk of the car with his arms folded. You smile and close your eyes, shaking your head.

“I love you,” you say simply, opening your eyes to look up at him. His smile is soft as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, adoration written all across his face.

“I love you too,” he whispers tenderly, his lips meeting yours. His kiss is gentle and loving, his lips soft as they move against yours.

You couldn’t think of a single place you would rather be.

ghosts

—CHAPTER THREE: happy

pairing: Javier Peña x f! reader

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a/n: okay wow, this was at 3k when I promised it two weeks ago and now it’s 5.7k. just a slight continuity warning: this whole series is kind of a ‘fuck you’ to the narcos timeline bc I can’t remember when they were in Medellin or when Connie left and came back all relative to everything happening with Carrillo so don’t hate me, I’m going to make it work out I think

also just a general thought – to everyone who responded so well to the last two parts, your enthusiasm is what made me get this part done and edited, tell your fav authors you love them whenever you get the chance ! it makes a difference :)))

The day had been sort of a daze. 

By the time the sun had set gently behind the horizon, muting the sunlit sky into hues of lavender, you were already a few drinks deep, laying back on the front steps of the complex. Time was passing, the seconds turning to minutes, turning to hours, playing out so beautifully in the sky overhead with clouds and colors floating, changing with every breath, and you weren’t moving. You just couldn’t find the energy. 

Not to take a picture, not to flip through the diligently kept journal in your lap, not to do a damn thing but drink. It wasn’t a solution but at this point, it didn’t seem like it could do any more damage. 

The lavender grew darker. The soft orange of the streetlamps ignited up and down the length of the barely busy street. Windows that had previously welcomed the temperate afternoon breeze shut to the aching chill that blew in with the gradual fall of the blanket of dusk over the city. Glasses and bottles clinked with a cheer of ‘salud’ in the small restaurant down the street, couple’s arguments behind closed doors leaking into the street, the roar of a motorcycle’s engine being cut short as the chastising slap of a mother knocked the poor boy in the adjacent alley out of his confident bluff. All the little things. 

It was always the little things. 

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#BLACKLIVESMATTER

Who cares about Mitski or Kingdom Hearts?? Black Lives STILL Matter! Asian Hate has YET TO BE STOPPED! KEEP GOING!

Too little too late (2/?)

Plot: Steve arrives in the future but he was off by a few years. After finding out where the reader lived, Steve sets on his way to win you back.

A/n I know these are short chapters but I promise it’ll get better. In the next chapter you’re going to find out how the reader and Marcus got together.

Part one

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reminder to:

straighten your back

go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT

go take your meds if you need to

drink some water

go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while

maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)

reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about

maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?

Cry To Me

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: cursing, friends with benefits, reunited best friends, general fluffiness, allusions to sex

Rating: M

Summary: Frankie and you have reunited after losing touch for years. Fresh off of his divorce you propose a friends with benefits situation which he accepts. The problem is you’re still very much in love with him, but you want him to enjoy his single life after being married for so long.

A/N: In which a person who doesn’t know how to write gets stuck with the thought of dancing with Frankie in the kitchen and writes it. 😅 I saw a tik tok of a couple dancing to Cry to Me by Solomon Burke this morning and this happened. It was supposed to be 500 words, but here we are at over 1,000+. Had no plan for this one, just me churning out nonsense as I went.

AO3

Frankie and you were inseparable growing up having been present for both of your trials of life; his going into the army and you taking the plunge into starting an Etsy business after high school. Your friends defined the two of you as a living definition of bad timing. He had a high school sweetheart that he ended marrying shortly after coming back home from the army. You would have been happy for him if you weren’t so in love with him and it got hard to be around him which is why you had drifted apart.

The next time you saw each other was shortly after his divorce from his wife and you could see how raw it still was for him. You spent the whole night catching up on old memories, delicately skipping over the topic of his ex-wife, and new things going on in your life. That was also the night you had your first kiss, but considering how fresh his divorce was you didn’t want him to jump into another relationship. That’s when you had proposed friends with benefits as a solution. It gave him time to figure things out and you wanted him to be able to enjoy his single life after being married for so long. You didn’t want to be the rebound and you both still got what you wanted out of each other.

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Hi if anyone thinks racism or transphobia (or literally ANY kind or prejudice or discrimination) is okay get the fuck off my blog.

friendly reminder to support gifmakers who are still active and creating lots of content despite the horrible treatment we get from users. i don’t know if you noticed but many of us are quiting (and rightfully so), therefore if you want your favorite gifmakers to keep creating content SUPPORT THEM BY REBLOGGING. i can’t stress this enough, tumblr is not instagram, its whole purpose is to create and share. so yeah please try to support content creators if you don’t want them to leave.

Actor Wyatt Russell receiving death threats due to his portrayal of John Walker Captain America.

This is disgusting. Sending death threats to any actor in any circumstance is a horrific, pathetic, ridiculous way to express hatred. Wyatt's character is meant to cause apprehension and distain - everyone is aware that Steve Rogers will have no worthy replacement - that's the point.

If you hate the character, then good, Wyatt is doing his job! He would have no doubt gone into the role knowing that he would be playing a hated character - what he would not have expected however, are the swarms of absolute crybabies claiming their lives are ruined by a fictional story not conforming to their every whim.

With characters that are deliberately designed to be hated, there is often an awareness between the content creators, the actors, and their audience - often the actor of such a reviled character will relish in the hatred, and be adored by fans for not only managing to successfully strike a nerve (which again, is the point), but also because they enjoy the deliberate conflict caused.

This is a human being with human feelings. You can hate the character for all the right reasons (and for all the wrong reasons if needs be too), but that shouldn't transfer across to the actor. If the actor is doing a bad job of something, you can express your disapproval, but when the actor is meant to be playing someone you want to punch in the face, then newsflash, he isn't doing a bad job is he?

Captain America is my favourite hero in the MCU. I was sad to see him go, but I recognise it was a needed exit. It was perfect and cathartic and I'm happy with his ending. In Falcon and the Winter Soldier, John Walker is designed be a mockery of the original Cap - someone that will no doubt succumb to evil because *repeat after me* he is not meant to fill Steve's shoes (from a storytelling perspective).

I'm aware of the size of my following on this platform, and I can't let something like this go by without mentioning it. If you send death threats to anyone, please unfollow me and don't come back. Go to anger management therapy. Learn to detach real life from fiction. Apply common sense prior to taking irrational action. And most importantly, enjoy the show!

If you're sending death threats, you don't deserve to watch. Stop acting like an emperor at a colosseum with your thumb down and get a grip. I'm also aware that he isn't the first victim of such abhorrent behaviour, and sadly this will no doubt be the last instance too.