Bitch Am I Really Sorry Though I Love My Man HAnk

bitch am i really sorry though i love my man hAnk

tom hiddleston rly out here snatchin my wig again with his live ‘i saw the light’ performances and singing ‘bear necessities’ and his little bum waggle at the end and his ‘i’m sorry’

and wow im dead

thanks to @teawithbucky for reminding me about his hank williams role after a whole week of not thinking about tom hiddleston and now i wont get him out of my head for like the next three days minimum thanks-

here are a few vids i watched but,,,, i am not done

i’m so fucking soft ugh

home

summary: finding an apartment w bucky i guess

word count: 900 something

warning(s): none

a/n: is been a long time blease b nice , also i pu t keep reading on this im sorry if it doesnt work on mobile. also unedited. also im on pain meds. jusyt if u ever read it n think the fuckis she saying yeah me too

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He felt it as soon as he stepped inside the space — home.

The realtor’s voice fades in the background as he takes it all in—warm, cream walls, brown hardwood floors that match the baseboards, not small enough that it’s suffocating, not too big that it feels empty.

And then he sees you.

He watches as you nod along to what the realtor was saying, letting your eyes roam around as well. And he hopes you could see it too, because he already does.

Keep reading

bucky:

me:

Here’s a video of Noah Centineo looking cuddly telling a puppy she has bde.

Why Commenting On FanFiction Is Important

Alright kids, Boo here with a hopefully non-arrogant PSA.

I’m a writer of FanFiction because I like it and it’s my preferred genre (also a great way to receive feedback on writing that I can use on originals, bref). But like with most artistic work posted online, I have very little feedback.

When I was in a slightly writing rut, I cranked one shots left and right, nothing out of the ordinary. But instead of people commenting with their thoughts and good feedback, they just gave me requests.

I don’t think I could ever put into words what that felt like, but I’ll try (the irony of being a writer). It suddenly felt tiring, being a writer, and very quickly I stopped writing altogether. I only ever showed my friend what I wrote and left it at that. I haven’t published anything for a while after. It felt like people were treating me like a mule wanting me to do work for them, and I just wasn’t up for that. I lost my will to write, and then I began to think, “If I post something else other than what was requested, will people even read it?”

Then you get the infamous comments, “You haven’t forgotten about my request right??? Here’s another.”

That just adds anxiety and guilt. I’m purposely ignoring the comments to save my own uncreative ass, at least that’s what it feels like.

After weeks of convincing myself that my stories are worth sharing no matter how many people read them, I started writing and publishing again while working on some longer pieces. Slowly it got better.

Now this week, I remembered I joined another fanfiction platform, and realized I had never published anything on it. I had an idea, and so I started writing. It didn’t come out as I imagined it would, but I was so proud? Like, I started feeling happy about what I created again. Like genuine happiness that I haven’t felt in months since my last published work.

A few hours later, I get this comment:

I cranked out three 3k stories after reading this.

In four days.

It never happened before, and I don’t know how many times it will happen again. It was one comment, but it gave me so much fighting spirit that I think I’m on my way to regaining my initial writer mindset.

Fanfiction writers depend on feedback as a validation that their stories matter to people. If you’re wondering why your favourite author hasn’t updated/posted in a while, ask yourself, “Did I do everything that would convince them to continue writing this?”

THE CAPTAIN MARVEL TRAILER MIGHT COME OUT TOMORROW IM GOING TO COMBUST