Seeing How Each Feral Boy Interacted With Their Streams A Year Ago Vs Right Now Is So Funny

Seeing how each Feral Boy interacted with their streams a year ago vs right now is so funny

Quackity a year ago: hi oh my god thank you for the gifted omg guys :3

Quackity now: EVERYONE FUCK OFF IM NOT AN IPAD KID. IM A DRAGON AND I AM HERE TO DO THE DEED

Karl when he first started: *giggling* lets gooo aheheheheheheheh

Karl now: YOURE DOGWATER. YOURE SHORT? GROW! FREER THAN A COSTCO SAMPLE.

Sapnap a year ago: aheheh yeah I’ll fight you maybe haha

Sapnap now: I DONT KNOW WHATS HAPPENING IN MY OWN STREAM ANYMORE

Dream a year ago: today we are going to be trying to beat the world record for Minecraft speedrunning in 1.15 :D

Dream now: I HAVE A PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP WITH OBAMA SO FUCK OFF

George a year ago: I’m so sorry I missed your dono oh my god I feel so bad here let me name something after you ahehehe

George now: *demonic screaming* THIS STREAM IS SPONSORED BY DNF. SKEPPY AND YOUR MUM BAHA

PLS i just wanna say that i was so uncertain about tamlin in acotar so when feyre went under the mountain and tamlin did nothing, i almost lost it. like sir, i understand your admirer is quite extreme and emotional, however the love of your life is literally sacrificing herself for you and your people… and i was absolutely livid when tamlin groveled at amarantha’s feet like GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING!!!! i was literally shaking in anger. so when i got to acomaf, i was very happy that rhys and feyre got close. i was shocked when i read that they were mates… my mind went blank. like no thoughts blank. but that part at the cottage(?) ah yes that was a good one.

i skimmed your response to the asks and rhys caught my eye. you read acotar??? i stopped reading it after acomaf. i stopped reading actual books at one point but i recently(?) got back into it and idk if i should continue it... RHYS WAS SUCH A GEM THOUGH

yes i adore that series so much i don’t even have to words to express it - whenever i reread i skip most of acotar bc i despise tamlin but acomaf and acowar have my heart in a chokehold. they are so so good!!

if you do end up continuing please let me know i love talk about it!!!

i usually get uncomfortable when i notice people staring at me, but not squirmy like i don’t think i react physically but i cringe a little on the inside. HOWEVER, if bucky was staring at me.... i would not complain. IN FACT, i would enjoy it. that’s my hypothesis. i wish i could confirm it. anyways, this was so cute and steve radiated best friend energy when he told bucky he was staring at reader. like he really said this is just my job, buck. it’s my privilege. it’s what i signed up for.

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— pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

— summary: bucky only notices what is happening to him when steve points out how much he’s been staring. when he realizes it and feels what it means, he decides to do something about it.

a/n: reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged!

warnings: explicit language, sensitive content; it’s mostly fluff!

words: 1.2k 

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it’s steve’s fault.

then again, if bucky’s being honest to himself, a lot of things in his life are.

problems started by steve come through one of two ways: either he puts his fits up, or he worded things a certain way.

in this particular case, the problem was his words.

weekdays meant debriefs, meetings and team assessment and response practice.

practice meant kicking steve’s ass for at least a couple of hours until he learned something useful and managed a maneuver in bucky’s Asset-trained defense—steve finally smiled, practice ended, repeat.

somewhere in the middle of that routine, a missing step slipped by him completely until steve pointed it out on a random wednesday afternoon.

“you do that a lot, you know?” steve asked, looking up at bucky.

he was sitting on the floor — getting his ass kicked involved a lot of floor kissing when fighting Bucky — and instead of getting up, he had opted for laying on the ground to dry some sweat off with a towel and drink some water.

“do what a lot?” bucky asks.

“stare at her.”

the three words make bucky’s head snap back in steve’s direction.

he wants to play dumb and say ‘what are you talking about’, but his eyes were watching. they were glued to the figure on the other side of the fighting ring, sparring with nat and dancing with movements so precise only a fellow widow could evade and counter against.

you.

nat was an old friend, but you—you were the movement in the room that always caught his eyes.

if there was ever a widow too dangerous, it was you. just like nat, your webs no longer caught innocent blood, but bucky was no innocent and every time you walked in the premises, he was stuck.

“damn, buck.” steve’s surprised laughter brings him back to the moment—denying was useless, so playing dumb was too.

“shut up,” bucky huffed as a response.

the tip of his ears felt remotely warm and the bubbling inside his chest felt foreign and familiar at the same time.

by the look glinting in steve’s blue eyes, he saw it too.

“haven’t seen you look this coy or try to play dumb in a while,” says steve. his voice is tentative, so bucky feels a little calmer about how nervous he feels to be feeling weird in the first place.

steve’s words cause two troubles all at once: first one had the easiest fix—he was staring and it takes only a minute of Asset-level analysis to realize that he’s been staring for a while now. the issue comes and goes with ease because as soon as he’s made aware of it, bucky’s next thought is,

how can i not stare? she’s mesmerizing.

the second trouble was the one freezing him in his spot for half a second: the staring came from a bubbly, warm place inside of bucky that he thought had been lost decades ago, beat off of him inside the cold of a cryo chamber, away from any kind or tender touches.

“is this a distracting tactic?” bucky asks. he knows steve will pretend to rise to the bait because, at the end of the day, that’s how good of a friend steve rogers is. “'cause it ain’t working, stevie. get off your ass, you need to lose again.”

“oh, it’s so on.”

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for one week, bucky assesses his situation.

steve was right—he does that. a lot.

as soon as you walked in, his eyes found your frame no matter what he was doing.

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ah yes, the besties to lovers trope i love to see it. first of all, the letter was so cute!! and it was written on nice paper!! i could definitely see peter doing something like that to get his feelings out there but not actually out there. and the sheer panic he experienced when he saw it on her desk... bro i felt that. and when she was debating whether or not to open it?? i felt that too. and when she wasn’t sure what to do bc she didn’t wanna jeopardize their friendship. I. FELT. THAT. oh and the LOCKSCREEN!!!! i squealed.

stuck with me | peter parker

summary ↠ you were just searching for his phone to let may know he’d be crashing at yours…you didn’t expect to find a letter addressed to you.

genre ↠ best friends to lovers | college!au | slight angst | fluff

warnings ↠ slight description of pain (on pete’s part), the word ‘kms’ being used (😭) a shit ton of feels

word count ↠ 5.5k

a/n ↠ another lengthy fic…no clue i had it in me sdfghjk but here we are!! and if any ya’ll find the little reference (something peter directly said) from hoco i put in just the beginning you’re a g :’) ++ huge thanks to @parkerpeter24 for being my beta, and my biggest cheerleader on this :’) i listened to the neighborhood’s stuck with me while writing this!! one of my huge inspo’s for this fic :’) super excited to share this fic with ya’ll and i only hope you enjoy!! ♡ feedback is appreciated <3

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it’s exam season and i’m doing everything in my power to avoid studying

when i read this the first time, i couldn’t believe it. from the summary and warnings, i knew there’d be angst and reader would be hurt... but it was written so well i was in disbelief. i had to reread that specific part twice before i could keep going. i was planning on rereading this fic soon, but then it appeared on my timeline thingy and i was like this is no coincidence. it’s the universe telling me to reread this rn. this is fate!!!! and then i read the tags and i went PART TWO?!? SIGN ME UP.

Flashing Lights

Pairing: Paramedic!Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: Angst, descriptions of injury/physical trauma  

a/n: I think this is my favorite fic I’ve worked on!! Paramedic!Bucky makes me want to combust. 

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Dating a paramedic in one of the most populated cities in America wasn’t always the easiest. He worked long hours, got called in during date nights, and was practically impossible to reach during his shifts. Bucky warned you this would be the case when you started dating, but that didn’t mean it made it any easier. 

You missed him constantly and worried about him even more. He didn’t have the most dangerous job compared to other first responders, but after the second time one of the drunk men he was helping landed him in the hospital, the worrying set in. Bucky could hold his own for sure, but the beer bottles they threw at his head still left him with stitches. 

Your boyfriend reassured you that there was nothing to worry about. He would come home with gauze wrapped around his head and take you into his arms, mumbling something along the lines of, “Missed you, sweetheart. Oh, this old thing? Just a scratch.” It wasn’t, but he looked too cute in his uniform for you to scold him. He obviously used that to his advantage. 

There were some benefits to Bucky’s occupation. The main one being that it was the reason you two met. Your best friend had begged you relentlessly to go to some children’s fair with her and her son, Toby. You, single and with no children, begrudgingly agreed after she bribed you with chocolate and a free dinner. It was pretty mundane for the most part, until you got to the paramedic’s booth. 

There, the most beautiful man you’d ever laid your eyes on was standing under a canopy tent, passing out stickers to the kids with a smile that melted your heart. He was wearing his uniform, the hat a little crooked, and would take breaks every once in a while to give the kids a tour of the ambulance behind him. When you and your friend made it through the line, he lifted his eyes and sent you a quick wink. 

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