THAT WAS REAL

Seb keeps blessing us

The thing about reading fanfic (and original slash fic) is that you get used to that particular writing/reading culture after a while. You get used to the frank discussions of sexuality and kink, the close attention to diversity and social justice issues in the text, the unrestrained creativity when it comes to plot. The most amazing, creative, engaging stories I’ve ever read have almost all been fanfiction, and I think part of that is because there’s no limitations placed on the authors. They’re writing purely out of joy and love for the world and its characters, with no concerns about selling the finished product. The only limit is their imagination.

Next to that, most mainstream fiction starts tasting like Wonder Bread, you know?

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marysburgerbackpack:

beardednegro:

Previously, I’d only seen the first two panels and assumed it was the complete comic.

This version is much better.

omg it’s so much better with the conclusion

um excuse the fuck outta me but i’ve been on the bottom!steve train since i saw the first avengers and now we’re all on board???? go away u fake stans

brickhousebuck:

theghostofjamesbarnes:

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excuse me bich hit me up with bottom steve fics then

Oh honey baby love child I’ll do you one better. (if you haven’t already found these guys)

@greenbergsays, @ipoiledi (currently inactive but a lot of good fic, @brickhousebuck (also writes bottom!Bucky but a lot of good bottom!Steve stuff). Also pretty much all the Stucky fics in my AO3 are bottom!Steve

There’s also my Bottom!Steve tag but it’s small there’s some art and real life porn in there too.

*slides in late* have a tag and some fic @teamcaps

A long time ago, when you were a wee thing, you learned something, some way to cope, something that, if you did it, would help you survive. It wasn’t the healthiest thing, it wasn’t gonna get you free, but it was gonna keep you alive. You learned it, at five or six, and it worked, it *did* help you survive. You carried it with you all your life, used it whenever you needed it. It got you out—out of your assbackwards town, away from an abuser, out of range of your mother’s un-love. Or whatever. It worked for you. You’re still here now partly because of this thing that you learned. The thing is, though, at some point you stopped needing it. At some point, you got far enough away, surrounded yourself with people who love you. You survived. And because you survived, you now had a shot at more than just staying alive. You had a shot now at getting free. But that thing that you learned when you were five was not then and is not now designed to help you be free. It is designed only to help you survive. And, in fact, it keeps you from being free. You need to figure out what this thing is and work your ass off to un-learn it. Because the things we learn to do to survive at all costs are not the things that will help us get FREE. Getting free is a whole different journey altogether.

Mia McKenzie, creator of Black Girl Dangerous, author of The Summer We Got Free (via etiquette-etc)

i think i gasped a little when i read this because it’s almost word-for-word my therapist’s explanation of why i learned to be anxious as a child (“if your dad might blow up at any minute then your anxiety protects you”) and why it’s not helping me now (“he’s not here anymore”).

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Ooh my therapist talked about talking about my life as exploitation and I went bone silent

The things we we learn to survive don’t always make us thrive

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wow. this is hittin home for me in so many ways~ Wishin everyone good luck on their journey of unlearning~ (via kenyabenyagurl)

…This. All of it.

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this is exactly what my therapist says, with the addition that the path to healing does not involve telling this part of you that acted as a survival strategy to fuck off and quit complicating your life; it involves acknowledging it, thanking it for its work in keeping you alive, and then working on reassuring it and the rest of yourself that you no longer need that protection.

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