considering doing an art stream after I eat #food so

idk keep an eye out I guess. I’ve been wanting to draw MCU losers in ‘if found return to (name)’, ‘I am (name)’ shirts


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"are you ever going to get over sebastian stan"



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#I'M SORRY #sebastian stan


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#autoplay warning #animation warning #Oh My GoD



At this point I owe a total of $3,457 dollars in medical bills from my forced institutionalization. I’m still waiting I more bills to come in before I make a master post, but any donations help folks could do right now would be amazing.

also this is due on November 2nd fuck 


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#signal boost #medical bills #money t

(Source: down-the-muddy-river)


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#Sebastian Stan #THATS NOT FAIR #smoking / #fffuck you


Annie Jones - The Esau Woman

Shortly after she was born in Virginia on July 14, 1865, the hirsute Annie Jones began her career in exhibition. Purportedly born with a chin covered in fine hair, Annie’s average parents were originally horrified by her appearance. It wasn’t long, however, before the monetary benefits of their prodigious daughter dawn on the Jones family and word of her unique appearance came to the attention of elite showman P. T. Barnum.

When she was little more than a year in age, Annie was brought to New York City to be featured in Barnum’s museum as ‘The Infant Esau’. The name ‘Esau’ was often applied to hirsute wonders and was in reference to the biblical grandson of Abraham, brother of Jacob. Esau’s name in Hebrew means ‘hairy’, and, according to Genesis 25:25, it is a reference to his hairiness at birth.

After an initial short but highly successful run, Barnum offered Annie’s mother a three year contract, allotting Annie a weekly salary of $150 a week. Mrs. Jones accepted the offer, which was exorbitant for the era, and took up permanent residence with her daughter in New York. However, within the first year of the contract, a family emergency called Mrs. Jones back to Virginia and she left Annie in the care of a Barnum appointed Nanny. During this time, Annie was kidnapped by a local phrenologist who attempted to exhibit Anne privately. Luckily Annie was soon located in upstate New York, the kidnapper dealt with and Annie was quickly back in the custody of Mrs. Jones – who forevermore stayed in close proximity to her daughter during her career.

Annie’s career spanned thirty-six years.

During her long career Jones traveled not only with Barnum’s Greatest Show on Earth, but also worked numerous dime museums. Annie’s stage name changed to reflect her age during her career. She was known as the Esau Child and later the Esau Lady and visually not only did Annie sport a full and long beard, she also grew out the hair on her head to over six feet in length. Annie also expanded her talents as well, as she was not content to simply be stared at. She came to be known for her musical skills and gracious etiquette as much as her facial hair.

At sixteen, Jones married Richard Elliot – a professional sideshow bally talker. The marriage lasted fifteen years before the couple divorced. Jones then married another talker, William Donovan. Together, the newlyweds struck out on their own and toured Europe with Annie as an independent feature attraction and William as a vocal agent. Unfortunately the marriage was short as William died without warning. Annie, not knowing what else to do, quickly rejoined Barnum’s Greatest Show on Earth.

In 1902, Annie fell ill and while visiting her mother in Brooklyn and on October 22 she passed away at age thirty-seven.

Annie Jones was the most celebrated Bearded Lady of her era.



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#women of history #DAMN ANNIE YOU GREW UP FINE #beautiful people



Fun fact about American health care: if I ever need an organ transplant, I’ll somehow have to hide my autism, depression, and anxiety from the doctors, or else I’ll be disqualified under ideas about quality of life. It’s really great to know how valued disabled and neurodivergent lives are.

This is a very important issue, and has been one of the policy focuses we’ve had in the past year or so. There are some states trying to push through non-discrimination policies for transplants. For example, Paul’s Law in PA would, if passed, prevent mental and developmental disabilities from being used as a reason to deny a transplant. (Paul was a young autistic adult who was denied a heart transplant on the basis of being autistic.)

But it will take a lot of support to get these passed and in the meantime so many of us are at risk. 

Thank you for this post, sanityscraps.


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#ASAN #ableism #organ transplants


Former Ghibli animator Hiroshi Shimizu will be the animation director of canadian “Urbance” TV series.
But the project still need support on Kickstarter :


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#long post #urbance #fund the thing



No wait, because she looks at the map that Steve was looking at and she IMMEDIATELY knows what he’s going to do and WHAT’S MORE she doesn’t run to him at say “You can’t Steve it’s too dangerous!” She runs to him and says “don’t be an idiot you can’t walk there LET ME HELP YOU STEAL A PLANE” and that is why Peggy is the best the end.

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#YESSsss #peggy carter #gif #steve rogers #bucky barnes #the first time Bucky meets Peggy he's like fINALLY someone who'll help me talk SENSE into this fucker #and then he finds out she's the one who got him the plane #she's also the one who let him do x y and z #and now she's gonna help him do this that and the other and all of it is dangerous and ridiculous #and Bucky's like ffFFOR FUCK'S SAKE #and peggy's like OH NONSENSE you'll be fine #and he's likE THAT S NOT THE POINT THE POINT IS YOU ARE A FUCKING ENABLER #and peggy's like sorry not sorry there's kinda a war going on #and Bucky's like UUGHHGHGHHHHH


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#scopophobia #beautiful people

oh noes are you vegan? lactose intolerant? I am the latter and it suuuucks but almond milk is the best ever, so >:3

I’m actually allergic to milk protein—it’s an allergy usually found in infants and the reason there’s a shitton of different kinds of formulas. Most people grow out of it but I didn’t. Almond milk is nummy tho 8> #food


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#k-cups are fantastic #we found out I can have almond milk #so now I can has the coffee #food /

faun-songs asked:
your comic came out WONDERFULLY i love all the little details about it, the pacing, the shift of background and negative space as steve kisses bucky <33 that face of determination is SO steve i applaud you (you also have this neat knack for drawing them so expressively and nicely gosh) i also caved in and im gonna read turn back because youre an overall very creative person and i wanna consume more of your cool works. xoxo

!!! thank you! Thank you so much ;A; 

and good timing, cUZ GUESS WHAT I JUST UPDATED IT 8DDD (I haven’t in two months okay its big thing) 


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(continuation of Turn Back)

Steve can count the number of times he’s seen Bucky sick on one hand. Just glimpses, caught in windows and doorways, because Bucky hadn’t wanted Steve catching nothing from him, neither had Buck’s ma, or Steve’s ma for that matter. Catchin’ something didn’t bother Steve—he was always sick, was gonna get sick whether he was watched close or not—there was just no arguing with any one’a ‘em, let alone all three. If he managed to get out his own door, he’d just wind up gettin’ turned away at Buck’s. 

Usually he only got to help Bucky if he was laid up from a fight. Almost every fight a Bucky’s started out as a fight a Steve’s, so it only seemed fair, Steve looking after him if things didn’t go his way. 

First time he played Bucky’s nursemaid, it weren’t from a fight at all; Bucky’d fallen off the fire escape at Steve’s, broke an arm and two ribs and stayed there, in Steve’s room, for the next several days. If not for Steve’s ma, Bucky would’ve been in bad shape. She set him straight, though, and put Steve in charge while she was away at work.

He and Buck had only been friends for a year at that point, they were still real little, and Steve’s bossy streak was already longer than the East River and twice as wide. Bucky knew that, was usually the sole recipient of Steve’s bossy side, but damn if it didn’ come out in full force once he was bed-ridden and helpless. Bucky didn’t mind. Bucky thought it was hilarious. Said he felt like a king, getting waited on hand and foot, and seemed to find nothing but humor in how serious Steve was about taking care of him.

It was just real important to Steve, being the one in charge. He’d never been in charge of much, certainly never himself, and it was the first time he could remember not being the one in bed, not being the one ‘sposed to lay still and take the help offered ‘em. He’d always been someone else’s responsibility. Now, Bucky was his responsibility. Bucky’s recovery was his responsibility, and he made sure to follow all of his ma’s instructions right to the letter. Didn’t once let Buck outta his sight. He missed school for him. He even missed Mass. 

Bucky just seemed to like the attention. He wasn’t like Steve; he’d always been sturdy and strong and only got laid up every once in a while, not even twice a year. And it was always over quick. And while it was going on, he got to have somebody’s undivided attention. Apparently that was real important for a kid with three younger siblings. Said he liked it best when it was Steve caring for him, though, because Steve was so good at looking after him.

"Y’ve got a real gentle touch, Stevie," Bucky’d said. Steve was wrapping a fresh set of stitches on Buck’s forearm, curtesy of his graceless run-in with a shard of glass during a game of stickball. Steve snorted, not cuz Bucky was wrong but cuz, at eleven, Steve was already getting real sick of being thought of as ‘gentle’ and ‘soft’. "I mean it. It already feels better."

Steve got a nasty impulse he was just young and contrary enough to take. He pressed his thumb against the stitches until Bucky yelped and jerked his arm away. Bucky swore. “Whad’ya do that for?” he asked, arm cradled tight to his chest.

"Suck it up, Barnes," Steve’d said. He didn’t look at him, was pointedly focused on returning the wrap and iodine to their proper places in his ma’s first-aid case. He suspected he’d just started a fight the kind a which he’d never fought before. Bucky was his only friend and he’d never deliberately hurt him, before. Here he had, and now he was waitin’ for Bucky to get mad back, was bracing for it. Was just steamed enough to tell himself he didn’t care.

To his surprise, Bucky laughed. Called him an asshole, kicked him under the table and shot him a smile. 

Around then, Steve learned to lightened up. At least where being Bucky’s nurse was concerned, anyway. Sure, he still cared. He still made sure he changed Buck’s bandages on time, got the cuts cleaned up and his ribs set right, he just got t’where he could laugh about it, too. It just became so damn common. They were at their worst in their early teens—Bucky felt invincible and Steve wanted to prove he could be, too—and summers were spent putting ice on one shiner after another after another.

Steve laughed at Bucky’s broken toe, his busted lip. Bucky laughed with him, was always ready to laugh at himself, but drew the line when it came to Steve, never liked laughing about Steve’s pain. So Steve laughed for him—breathy, bitter, one-note laughs flecked with blood, nearly silent, turning quickly into coughs. Laughed when his ear went bad. Laughed when he woke up and couldn’t see green or yellow no more. 

Shit got a lot less funny when they grew older and a busting a knuckle or bruising a rib meant trouble for Buck at work, when losing that job could mean not making rent and Steve still couldn’t keep down a steady one’a his own. There were fights over it—fights over Steve picking fights, when he’d always picked fights, when he was just doing what was right, Buck, just saying what every decent person around was thinking at the time. Bucky tried talking sense, tried to be practical, but Steve didn’t wanna hear about how keeping his mouth shut was the ‘smart’ thing, so he turned around and picked fights over Bucky always coming to his rescue when he didn’t need his help (yes you do, yes you do). There was no winning with either of ‘em, they were both too stubborn, so they just ran the same arguments into the ground every other month. Talked over each other until they couldn’t stand the sound of their own voices. Arguments petered off into sullen silences that seemed to fill the whole flat.

For the first time in their lives, Bucky started holding back on apologies—he was too worn thin and he wasn’t messing around about this, Steve, he was serious—so Steve was finally forced to learn how to swing an olive branch of his own. He never really said “I’m sorry”, because he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be, he couldn’t, not about this, not about who he was, which Bucky understood, he did, so he took what Steve did say and forgave him enough to call him a punk and pull him into a hug.

Sometimes, though, they still tried to laugh. They’d joke and make digs and sometimes even get the other to smile. They tried to laugh, it just didn’t happen much. 

Ain’t nothing to laugh about this time. It wasn’t Bucky’s fault, Steve ain’t gonna make it like it is for some stupid joke. This never should’ve happened. This isn’t fair and it never should’ve happened.

Steve tells himself, when Bucky wakes up, he’s gonna give it to him straight. He’s gonna make sure he knows he didn’t earn this, that the blame falls squarely on the assholes what pressured him into wearing those damnable bracelets in the first place. Not him. All he fucking did was take a shower.

Steve told him to take the shower. Steve put the bracelets on him.

He’s part of the assholes to blame, here. And he’ll be stern about it, too. Won’t let Bucky try and bend the truth just to save Steve’s pride a bruising. Steve did this to the both of them. So long as Buck’s okay, Steve’s pretty sure his own pride will live. That’s what he’ll tell him. He’ll tell him that, soon as he wakes up and gets his wits about him. 

He will wake up soon, right? 

The pressure behind Steve’s eyes gets stronger, the pain turning sharp and insistent and Steve shoves the thoughts away. He can’t do this right now. He’s gotta keep it together. For Buck. What good’s crying gonna do him? Fucking none. C’mon, Rogers, suck it up.

Steve sucks a quick breath in through his nose and forces his attention away from his own thoughts and onto Sam. Sam, who’s giving Bucky what looks like a down and dirty check-up. This weren’t really the help Steve’d expected, but he ain’t complaining. There’s an air about Sam, about the sure way he moves and the serious set to his brows, that tells Steve he knows exactly what he’s doing and why. Sam’s trained, no doubt about it. Steve’s surprised, but he swallows his questions. They aren’t important and he don’t wanna go distracting Bucky’s best chance at first-aid.

Steve never learned what to do for someone who’s been electrocuted. He wouldn’t know what to look for, and he’s so frazzled, he’d forgotten the few things he did know, like checkin’ if Bucky’d swallowed his own tongue or, hell, bitten it in half. He hadn’t, thank God.

Sam doesn’t tell Steve what he finds when he checks Bucky’s eyes, or why he touches his chest, arm, face and leg in quick succession, but once he has, he sits back on his heels and looks Steve in the eyes. “We’re gonna need more help moving him—we’ll need Thor, probably—”

"You go," Steve says. He could hear the choice in Sam’s phrasing and no, no, he’s not leaving Bucky’s side. Not again. Not until he’s forced to. Until the spell ends and he’s turned back into the Captain, he’s staying right beside Buck and no one’s makin’ him do otherwise. 

Sam nods, like he knew that’s what Steve would say. “A’right. Be right back.” His eyes linger on Steve, like he wants to say more, but he wisely chooses against it and heads out the shower stall and through the bathroom door. 

Steve swallows, closes his eyes and drops his chin to his chest. After a long second, he forces himself to look down at Buck’s head, still cradled in his lap. At his slightly parted lips, the white slivers of his two crooked front teeth. 

'Bucky' wasn't just a play on his middle name. That was part of it, sure, but when they were little, Bucky had bucked teeth like nobody's business. He owned it—Bucky owned everything, he was always so confident—he played it up, tucked his bottom lip behind those suckers and quoted Bugs Bunny until his impression was practically perfect. He grew into them, but they grew in crooked, the right one twisted to slide in front of the left. 

Steve takes his fingers from Bucky’s hair and touches the line of his cheek with the side of his thumb. Strokes the damp skin and tells himself he’ll be alright. Buck’ll be alright, because Steve’s gonna see to it. Even when Steve isn’t himself anymore, he’ll still be there for Bucky. There’s no way he couldn’t. He loves him too much.


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#long post #blu liveblogs fic #IS THAT THE END OF THE CHAPTER #I THINK IT FUCKING IS!!!!!





Steve Rogers did, in fact, realize that something was off when he saw the outline of the woman’s odd bra (a push-up bra, he would later learn), but being an officer and a gentleman, he said that it was the game that gave the future away.


No, see, this scene is just amazing. The costume department deserves so many kudos for this, it’s unreal, especially given the fact that they pulled off Peggy pretty much flawlessly.

1) Her hair is completely wrong for the 40’s. No professional/working woman  would have her hair loose like that. Since they’re trying to pass this off as a military hospital, Steve would know that she would at least have her hair carefully pulled back, if maybe not in the elaborate coiffures that would have been popular.

2) Her tie? Too wide, too long. That’s a man’s tie, not a woman’s. They did, however, get the knot correct as far as I can see - that looks like a Windsor.

3) That. Bra. There is so much clashing between that bra and what Steve would expect (remember, he worked with a bunch of women for a long time) that it has to be intentional. She’s wearing a foam cup, which would have been unheard of back then. It’s also an exceptionally old or ill-fitting bra - why else can you see the tops of the cups? No woman would have been caught dead with misbehaving lingerie like that back then, and the soft satin cups of 40’s lingerie made it nearly impossible anyway. Her breasts are also sitting at a much lower angle than would be acceptable in the 40’s.

Look at his eyes. He knows by the time he gets to her hair that something is very, very wrong.

so what you are saying is S.H.E.I.L.D. has a super shitty costume division….


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