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so my mom had a big event for church today and the theme was happy faces
like, those yellow ones
and we had popcorn balls and she was like “chelsea make them happy faces”
this is why i didn’t pursue art
OH MY FUCKING GOD
Will seemed really frustrated that Hannibal doesn’t suck at cooking something that is not people
i went out to get ice cream with a couple of my friends and my friend bought us all ice cream and she got a huge cup of ice cream for one of my bros and i watched her put a dime in the cup and she covered it up with ice cream. i was like “what” but she told me to be quiet and she gave the cup to my friend and he ate the whole cup of ice cream. he ate a dime. how….do you not know….that you ate a dime
SNAILS EAT WORMS
why yes they do
and it’s fucking terrifying
I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing that.
I had a snail phase at one point
- girl: babe come over
- boy: I can't I'm having a threesome with an older couple
- girl: my parents aren't home
- boy: I know
Ok so Bucky told saved Steve from bullies on the playground and a week later Steve sees Bucky getting beat up, he's outnumbered and even though Steve knows there is no chance in beating them; he jumps into the fray. Steve and Bucky manage to get away, busted lips and swellin cheeks. They're inseparable ever since
It’s Bucky’s first day there. Brooklyn, New York. Drafty first-floor classroom with not enough lighting. Forgot his lunch on the bus. Great way to start off his second grade year.
He’s paired up with this kid, Steve. They sit together until lunch. Bucky might not think he was so bad if he would just talk a little. Sure, he was small, with too-big eyes and long blond hair, but he seemed nice enough. Had a cool pack of crayons, anyway.
At lunch, Bucky decided to sneak outside before he’s dismissed and spend his eating time sitting on the blacktop, back against the brick building. He’s not sure if he could’ve stomached the lunch anyway. He’d never felt so nervous before, and he couldn’t even figure out why he was having such a hard time making friends, since back home he had no problem. But here things were just… different. The chill in the air was too early for September. and everything looked grayer than it did back home. He misses the Virginia air.
He’s so wrapped up in his thoughts, it takes three shouts for him to notice the kid being beat up behind the school. He sees the skinny arms, the blond hair. Steve, he thinks, and presses his palms into the blacktop. He doesn’t want to get in a fight, especially not on his first day, but he still finds himself yanking on the older kid’s shirt and knocking him square in the jaw anyway.
Bucky knew he shouldn’t have beat up that kid yesterday.
Because now, on only his second day, he finds himself in the same corner of the playground, with the same kid and his friends that look like they must be at least four years older, being smacked and kicked and pushed into the chained fence behind him. They’re sneering down at him, at for the first time, Bucky’s scared. He doesn’t know what to do. Heat rises in his cheeks and tears prick his eyes but no, he won’t cry, I will not cry.
And then there’s Steve again, ducking in underneath the bullies’s swing and taking the hit for Bucky. And he doesn’t know why, but Steve stays with him while the older kids beat at the both of them, and eventually Steve manages to get them both out and they skip their bus and run down the street together, all bloody lips and black eyes and cuts and bruises.
"Why’d ya do that?" Bucky asks, and smiles to himself when Steve answers, "I don’t like bullies."