thewinterotter:

stuffimgoingtohellfor:

alenie:

stucky-trash:

spit-polished-steel:

Steve Rogers realizing that being bisexual must not be an illness because the serum didn’t “cure” it.

yes

perhaps someone else has already touched on this, but assuming A) that Steve accepts his sexuality,  B) that Steve knows that the serum is supposed to cure his illnesses, and C) he’s been taught that same-sex attraction is an illness—just how terrified would he be of waking up post-serum and not loving Bucky anymore?

OH MY

I hope you all realize there is a special place in hell for you you monsters

Very different [to Orpheus’] was the reward of the true love of Achilles towards his lover Patroclus – his lover and not his beloved (the notion that Patroclus was the beloved one is a foolish error into which Aeschylus has fallen, for Achilles was surely the fairer of the two, fairer also than all the other heroes; and, as Homer informs us, he was still beardless, and far younger).

Me: I posted a thing! A story! I wonder if I have any hits!
Me: Don’t look. It doesn’t matter. Your story stands alone on its own merits whether or not anyone else likes it. What matters is that you trust yourself and your work.
Me: I wonder if I got kudos. Did I get a kudo? Is that the singular of kudos? Did I get one, yet? No! I have zero kudos! No one loves me! I’m awful!
Me: It’s been five minutes. The story is ten thousand words long. Give people longer than five minutes to read a ten thousand word story. Give people longer than five minutes to see that there has even been a story posted. Some people are at work. Some are asleep. Some are watching Orange is the New Black and eating corn chips. It’s okay if you don’t immediately get a kudos. Which is its singular form, though kudo as the singular is also an acceptable back formation.
Me: Everybody hates me.
Me: Jesus Christ.
Me: I’m awful. I’m going to go hide under the dinner table.
Me: It’s been six minutes. You need to give this shit time.