#gayspacesprinkles

astronaut gets space food so sorry

SMARTEST AVENGER INDEED ANT, UR SO RIGHT UR SO RIGHT!!!

free space is for hnngg head full thots many 😩👌

if anything happens to rhodey i will not just cry, i will set fire on mcu hq myself.

honestly, the fact that i'm considering to watch secret invasion solely for him even tho i couldn't care less abt the show and even tho it looks boring af, while i haven't watched ds2 where the main characters are among my favorites, tells a lot actually

thank you for the ask 😘💕

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Lucy Hicks Anderson was a Black transgender woman who lived from 1886-1954 and was supported in her transition by her parents and doctor at a very early age. As an adult, she was widely admired and respected among her Southern Californian community as being a prolific chef and hostess. She owned and operated her own boarding house/brothel and she enjoyed a happy and successful marriage with her husband, Reuben Anderson.

In 1945, the county required all the women in her brothel, including herself, to undergo medical examinations after a sailor purported to contracting an STI following a visit to her establishment. It was only then that the government found out that she was transgender, after which they tried to invalidate her marriage, convicted her of perjury and fraud, and sentenced both her and her husband to a men's prison where she was banned from wearing women's clothing.

During these trials, Lucy declared that she "defy any doctor in the world to prove that I am not a woman," and that "I have lived, dressed, acted just what I am, a woman." After her and her husband were released from prison, they were barred from returning to their home. They then moved to LA and lived in obscurity until her death in 1954. She was 68 years old.

I GOT MORE COMMISSIONS!!!!

@gayspacesprinkles is A MARVELOUS WONDERFUL TALENTED BEING!!! My little spideypool babes eatin ice cream! And sad werewolf wade!!!

Tony lets out a dramatic ‘oof’ when Bucky flops down on the couch, half on top of him, but wiggles until they fit together perfectly. “I’m in the middle of something,” Tony points out, waving his tablet a little even though Bucky definitely can’t see it.

“No one’s stoppin’ you,” Bucky points out, and Tony can hear his smile even though Bucky’s face is tucked securely into his neck.

“I mean, you are, a little bit,” Tony says, but he can’t really work up any proper annoyance. If he can just shift a little more... with a final little wiggle Tony manages to get his other arm free, wraps it around Bucky’s waist and rests his tablet against the well of Bucky’s ass so he can still see and poke at the screen. “I have outsmarted you, oh distractor of busy geniuses,” Tony declares grandly, poking at the screen a little more. The angle isn’t great, and Tony doesn’t actually need to finish these designs anytime soon, but it’s the point of the thing.

“I still feel like I’m the winner here,” Bucky says. He rubs his nose up the line of Tony’s throat before nuzzling in again, clinging tighter when Tony giggles at the tickle of his overgrown stubble.

“You’re like a cat,” Tony complains with exactly zero heat, slapping his tablet against Bucky’s ass lightly.

“And you’re warm,” Bucky says, nuzzles into his neck harder and Tony can feel Bucky’s smile against his skin even as he bursts out giggling and squirming again.

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