OMG THE LEGENDARY POST IVE ONLY SEEN IN SCREENSHOTS

reblog if watching and dreaming made you sob the entire runtime

Wolfstar as something I said yesterday

Remus: sometimes people ask me what I see in my boyfriend. I honestly have no clue.

Sirius: 😡

Remus: but he does hold my yarn while I crochet, so there’s that

people who write on their phones (word mobile, gdocs app, scrivener mobile, notesapp, etc) how does it feel to be taunting god every single day

And once again, what I thought was real lead to heartbreak

there is milk in girls

Aziraphale: *being threatened by n@zis*

Aziraphale: "Well thats not very sporting.

Aziraphale: *gets betrayed by Rose Montgomery*

Aziraphale: "You can't kill me! There'll be paperwork!"

Crowley: *not so saunters in*

Crowley: "Sorry, consecrated ground."

Crowley: *dances on her feet while he saves Aziraphale*

@neil-gaiman

Do you ever like physically feel yourself pass your mental breaking point and then all you can think is “oh these next few days are going to be interesting”

Fictober Day 4

Prompt:

"Do you resent me?"

"I resent these circumstances. But I don't blame you for them."

*changed resent to hate

Stucky, angst, hurt/comfort

Steve and Bucky had been together a long while, from friends in the 40s to lovers in the 2000s. Steve was used to waking up to Bucky's nightmares. He was used to calming him down and keeping him sane.

But tonight was something new, something strange. He's woken up to a metal hand around his throat, Russian spilling from Bucky's lips.

“Bucky!” Steve exclaims, trying to pry his hand away, unsuccessful. “Baby, look at me. Wake up.”

Bucky stares down at him, blue eyes piercing his, Steve's words awakening familiarity within him, overriding the fear and instinct.

But when he fully wakes up, he stumbles to his feet and gets himself as far away from Steve as possible, soft sobs escaping him when he realizes what had happened.

Steve rushes to his side, only to be met with a flinch and a gentle hand pushing him away.

“Its okay, Buck. Look at me, I'm okay. You didn't hurt me.” He reassures him, sitting a foot away from Bucky, hand outstretched, patiently waiting for Bucky to take it. “Its not your fault.”

Bucky shakes his head, pulling his legs to his chest and burying his face in his knees. “I coulda hurt you, Steve.” He sniffs, tears pouring. “I love you. Don't wanna hurt you.”

Steve slowly moves closer, hand on Bucky's shoulder. “But you didn't, sweetheart. It was just a nightmare.”

Bucky sobs out and leans into him, face pressed into his shoulder. “Don't you hate me?”

“Baby, no. I hate these circumstances. I hate what you've had to go through, what you still have to go through. But I don't blame you for them, okay? So don't blame yourself.”

Steve pulls Bucky into his arms, cradling him to his chest, fingers gently running through his hair as Bucky slowly calms down.

Once his sobs turn into occasional hiccups, Steve speaks. “Buck? Wanna talk about it?”

Bucky shakes his head, burrowing his face deeper into his chest.

Steve sighs and nods. “How about I get you a cup of tea and we can go from there?” Bucky nods in response and Steve gently maneuvers him off his lap, helping him up off the ground.

“Go lay down. I'll be back in a moment, okay?” Steve says, helping Bucky to the bed. Once he nods, Steve presses a gentle kiss to his forehead before padding off to the kitchen. When he returns, its with a mug of tea in his hand, only to see that Bucky had fallen back asleep.

He smiles and sits down on the bed next to Bucky, sipping on the tea he'd originally made for him. “Sweet dreams, Buck.” He whispers, one hand playing with Bucky's hair. He watches over him for the remainder of the night, keeping an eye on his movements and sounds.

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