This is a reminder that just because it’s the holidays, it doesn’t mean you have to put up with toxic relatives.
You don’t have to sit and listen to Old Granny Racist
You don’t have to sit and listen to Misogynistic Male Members of the Family
You don’t have to sit and listen to Homophobic Aunt Martha and Inappropriate Joke Making Cousin Steve.
You don’t have to let That One Aunt make snide comments about your weight/lack of weight or let That One Uncle look at you weird.
You don’t have to let your siblings torment you and then laugh it off because “we’re family, chill out”
You don’t have to sit and let others make you feel uncomfortable/oppressed/awful about yourself/in valid/anything else just because it’s the holidays.
Your mental and emotional health is more important than whether or not you’re there to hear the ridiculously hypocritical prayer that gets said once a year by someone who would have no issue disowning you if they ever found out how you identify.
YOU are more important than that.
You are more important than a family gathering, and if it’s horrible to go then DONT GO. Drink your pumpkin spice latte and eat your box of cookies alone in your own apartment/dorm/room or go out with friends or take a trip or whatever.
Do something other than putting yourself through all that ick. The holidays are just dates on a calender and family is just people. Don’t jeopardize yourself for the sake of a “tradition”.
happy halloween the background is rushed af but i drew the Smol Avengers as monsters. steve is frankenstein, tony is a vampire, bucky is a witch and his metal arm is magic, nat is a spider, sam is a fairie bc i didnt feel like drawing him as a harpie, clint is a werewolf, bruce is a mad scientist but like in a dr jekyll mr hyde sort of way, and thor is a fish boy lake monster man. who dresses like a lumberjack. bc artistic license.
“You say that now,” Steve said quietly from where he lay on their bed. “But what if the war comes here and you get called to go, Bucky? What then? They won’t let omega’s fight.. I’ll be here… alone…”
Bucky sighed and leaned to kiss Steve’s head. “Hey, if they call up and I have to go, we’ll find a way to bring you with somehow. If I can’t, just write me a letter everyday, I’ll write you one everyday until I get home, alright? My heart is going to be here, even if my body isn’t.”
Juniper puckered her lips as she looked back at the new guy running around here. She had met him just moments ago, but she recognized the name immediately. Bucky Barnes. Juniper has spent many late nights having conversations about this man with Steve.
“Me?” she played innocent.
She and Steve haven’t really defined what their relationship was, despite their few stolen kisses. So Bucky’s little statement served as verification of Juniper’s suspicions. Steve was interested.
“What makes you say that?” She steps closer, prying for a further answer.
Bucky gave a little smile. “Because Steve is my best friend and I know him.” Maybe he didn’t remember every tiny thing, but he remembered enough that he knew Steve. “I also happened to accidentally run into you two in the hall the other day and had to turn around and go the long way around.” he teased.
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