as it becomes clear that Yes has won in VA and gerrymandering will pass, a message to Republican voters:

you brought this on yourselves

you convinced the most fairness-obsessed, That Wouldn’t Be Fair-minded voters in the country to affirmatively vote to put you in the dumpster

you earned this

Literally scrolled back down on the skyline when pics started loading so I could see your glorious hair. IT'S GLORIOUS!

just saw someone call Kash Patel “J Edgar Boozer” and need to lie down

So hey that's eugenics

[Misleading headline about supremely unethical behavior in my niche industry that IS unethical for different reasons, but is NOT what they're saying]

Me: Don't doxx yourself just to be pedantic don't doxx yourself don't doxx yourself

LOVE UUUUUU

Sam Elliot in a cowboy hat and bandanna, with his hand on the saddle horn of a horse, turning to look over his shoulder with the most glorious mustache you've ever seen and vengeance in his eyes. Did it just get warm in here?

Literally spent the weekend trying to convince my brother to name his unborn child Conagher

Sketches of two characters from The Pitt. Santos leans aggressively over a counter while Mel stands behind her sweating and wearing an apologetic smile. Santos says, “she asked for NO pickles.” Mel says, “i-, r-really, it’s fine.” hashtag mentos for life

why do I always fall for this exact ship dynamic

Yes exactly.

Oh, Bucky befriends an elderly Japanese man in his restaurant while being irrepressibly cute, ok FATWS screenwriting team, I believe you that you invented that yourself and never read it in one of the top fics for the entire fandom, ok, you made that up yourself for sure

Barnes sits at the counter as before. The man smiles at him when he asks for the soup by name. It is gratifying to be smiled at. He remembers the movie from the Smithsonian, Rogers smiling at his Bucky. Rogers mostly wears a frown now. Barnes smiles back at the old man. The muscles in his face are not used to the expression yet. Feels weird. But the old man nods and gives him a small cup of tea, so the smile must not look too bad. The idea of tea is growing on him a little bit. Just not as a substitute for coffee.

They stole this FATWS storyline from ICPD and I don't care that I'm the only one who thinks so, I will fall on my sword being CORRECT. I have no proof, I only have my feelings, but Bucky befriending Japanese restaurant owners is not a thing you came up with, D****Y

Oh by the way, if you think The Olds didn't have pictures of James Buchanan Barnes taped in their lockers and therefore know EXACTLY who the nice young ptsd-riddled assassin making grilled cheeses in the apt next door is, well, friend, you don't know The Olds

If Bucky Barnes is your jam, and you haven’t read this one, it is required reading.

the number of things I refer to as "mission-assists" Jules, you feel me

Average normal ICPD experience

The subway ride to Manhattan is not as upsetting after days of rest. Barnes slumps in his seat and watches from under his ball cap as Rogers pages through the Asset file; his expression grows sadder and sadder. Pal, you gotta refuse that input. It's nothing but pain. Rogers raises his head, and his eyes are moist. ASSIST How do you protect a guy from hurting himself. "Dammit, Buck," Rogers says. He closes the file up and tucks it into his jacket. What did I do. I didn't make you look at the file. Doesn't seem fair, to have been providing such excellent surveillance and yet be in trouble.

CONTACT (he is not gonna contact)

"What's your mission, Jim?" There's the same tone of warning from their first meeting. Barnes wants to smile. This frail man is brave. Nosy. But brave. A little like Rogers. CONFIRM Confirm. "Protection detail." Ollie whirls around to stare at the mirror again. When he turns back, his expression is pure disbelief. "You're working protection for him?" Nod. "Son, that's Captain America. I'm fairly certain he can protect himself." "Can't. He never watches his own back." Ollie grins. "That I'll believe. Does he know?" Shake head. Ollie peers at him. Looks at the mirror. Looks back at him. "I see."

[faintly nauseated but elated] THE OLDS!!!!!

"What do you live off of?" "Mochas and grilled cheese." "Young man, that is not a balanced diet! There's not a vegetable in there!" "They put vegetables on grilled cheese now." "Oh DO they. How marvelous for the modern age." Noted: never introduce this woman to the redhead. CONFIRM Confirm. "You'll come for dinner tomorrow," she says, "five pm. I'll teach you how to make grilled cheese." "Can't commit to the time. I have things I need to do. My schedule is different every day." Esther purses her lips at him and glares again. The conversation is so alarming that Barnes leans back, which makes cat Eleanor dig her front claws into his hip again. If Rogers only knew. He would probably give himself a hernia from laughing.

THE OLDS!!!!!

Average normal ICPD experience

If you are someone who, as @lunarriviera.bsky.social says, is running cat software on dog hardware because of all the trauma, this fic is like a year of talk therapy for free.

Owlet don't look, but my god the way this fic handles Bucky, how he learns to be a person and learns to have positive self-talk, how everything in him gets rewired to say "yes everyone deserves kindness, and also you too" starts from page one and is EXPERTLY crafted

The stairs are creaky, and the paint on the walls is chipped and scuffed. It was probably once dark green. But the bones of the building are good: plaster and lath walls, skillfully carved wooden chair rails around the walls. The building is shabby, old, but solid. There is a good past in it, even if it has been ill-used for a long time. SELF What? SELF Okay? SELF I said okay. SELF Confirm, jeez.

[very deep breath] hey do you ever just cry about Bucky Barnes?

No? Just me?

If I only have one thing it's MY BRAND

"Ah shit, that's rough. Making friends at the bar is your god-given gift. What are you doing instead?"

"Eating yaki udon and reading Bucky Barnes fanfic"

[One big booming laugh] "of course you are."

Kelsey Lore: reread derailed by my own Jess Mariano calling me to chit-chat for 20 minutes.

"You need to get off the apps and just get out there!" "Bro, in Dallas there is no out there, no one chit-chats at the bar. I have tried TWENTY places, and even my charm cannot make people talk to strangers"

The train takes 8 minutes to arrive. For the first 4 minutes, Barnes concentrates on tuning out the drumming and conversations around him. For the next 2 minutes, he stares at his phone but is unable to will it to find a signal underground. For the final 2 minutes, Barnes is convinced that the southbound train will never come, that he will have to walk to the East River through that endless crowd, and that he will then have to swim to Brooklyn. And it will all take so long that surely Rogers will do something colossally dumb and be dead by the time Barnes arrives. The train pulls in, just in time to save him from puking his guts all over the track and knocking a few civilians over on his way to run the length of Manhattan.

THEY'RE IN NEW YORK!

I just chuckled to myself and said, "Time for The Olds," in the most satisfied voice

There is a party at the center, which is so full of hugging that Barnes gets a cramp in his face from flinching. A piece of the giant cake would probably help, but no one brings cake to amazing bodyguards secretly sitting up in a tree across the street. Who are not going to initiate contact don't even start. CONTACT Shut up.

I'm very normal about this fic, by the way, and have definitely never thought "CONTACT" to myself, occasionally, when I'm stymied by my own emotional processes

My haircutter does a fabulous job that holds up for the 6 months I go between haircuts, btw, he understands curly hair in THEORY but not how my hair reacts to the environment. He said "I'm so sorry it's raining" and I said "Don't worry, the rain only makes me cuter and more powerful"

The most beautiful woman in the world with one hand on her hair, looking off to the side of the frame. She has an enormous zit on her chin and is wearing a maroon sweatshirt (gig em ags), but somehow she is still the most beautiful human you have ever seen. Her long brown hair is curling chaotically around her face, shoulders, hand, everywhere.

I got a haircut today, which means a person who only does blowouts and curling irons tried to recreate my curls from first principles and botched the job, but luckily it's raining so it looks fantastic anyway.

BRAD GO READ THE FIC it is so funny it makes me DIE