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Lavenderwhisp’s Witch Types Master Post (Jan 2016)

Witch: magical practitioner

Elemental Witch: Witches who work around the 5 elements: Water, Earth, Air, Fire, and Spirit.

Earth Witch: Witches who specifically work with their magic around the element of Earth, through grounding exercises, rock/soil collecting, crystal magic, and Green Witchery. Earth zodiac signs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Types of Earth Witches:

Green Witch: use plants/herbs/flowers in herbal and natural magic, such as using them in spells and creating remedies with them.

Garden Witch: A version of a Green Witch, they enjoy working with the earth through gardening and using their herbs and plants to help and care for their families and loved ones.

Flora Witch: Similar to the above witches, they work with flowers in their practice. Their Book of Shadows would likely be full of Green Witchery, such as than herbs and herbal recipes, and flower classifications and associations.

Marijuana Witch: A type of Green Witch, Marijuana has been used for spiritual and medicinal purposes throughout history. These witches use marijuana for magical purposes and use herbal recipes with marijuana. 

Rock Witch: Witches who work with all rocks, including stones and crystals. They enjoy geology and their Book of Shadows is full of geology and crystal healing. They are most likely involved in a scientific field, such as geography or archaeology where they can be close to the Earth.

Crystal Witch: Witches who work with stones and crystals, such as through crystal healing. Their Book of Shadows will most likely have information about the stones, chakra balance, and crystal meditation.

Forest Witch: A witch who enjoys the company of trees and live amongst them. The seclusion is perfect for cottage magic and tree magic. They also enjoy the company of fey and woodland animals, and use local plants.

Swamp Witch: Witches who live within the swamps, use swamp plants, and enjoy the company of swamp animals.

Desert Witch: A witch who lives in the desert, enjoys the natural desert scenery, uses desert plants, bones, sand in their practice, collects desert rocks, and befriend desert animals such as snakes, lizards, and scorpions. They also tend to use the elements of Wind and Fire as well as Earth in their practice. They normally worship desert deities and study desert lore in their area.

Sand Witch: Sand witches live where a lot of sand is in the local earth, such as the desert or the beach. Their home is filled with different types of sand and rocks.

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Humans and Fire

So I’ve read a few humans are weird posts and it got me thinking, what if humans are the only species to evolve to use fire. Like, most intelligent species will instinctively flee in panic the moment they catch sight of an open flame, yet show a human infant a fire and if they don’t know better, they will try to grab it.

Humans will burn everything. Most of us won’t eat anything unless it has been “Cooked” first. (A human word meaning to heat food until it has begun to denature but not yet started to carbonize.)

Start a small fire and instead of fleeing, humans will gather around it and start socializing.

We get intoxicated by setting specific plants on fire and inhaling the smoke, often with the burning embers mere inches from our sensitive face.

We use it to clear land for agriculture and hunting. We use it to punish criminals. We even use it for purely aesthetic purposes. (Think fireworks.)

Heck, we we discovered hydrocarbons, the first thing we did was burn them. In fact, humans were burning so much hydrocarbons they were literally altering the atmosphere of their planet.

Heck, humans have died because they literally did not have enough materials to burn.

Now imagine hostile aliens want to invade earth. They don’t use fire except for carefully controlled and heavily guarded industrial purposes. They also don’t know much about earth other than it is definitely inhabited and the people haven’t developed intergalactic travel.

They’re expecting to face primitive forces armed with the local equivalent of clubs and bows. What they get is, to them, a strange anachronistic jumble of expected primative technologies and highly advanced technologies that they definitely shouldn’t have.

They’re not expecting guns. (Projectile weapons that consist of a narrow tube with projectile and a chemical propellent stuffed into one end. Instead of an electromagnetic pulse, the propellant is ignited and the expanding gases shoot the projectile out of the tube.)

They’re not expecting powered vehicles. Instead of electric motors, humans have what they call the internal combustion engine. (A motor that works by sucking flammable gas into an enclosed chamber, igniting the gas under pressure, and using the resulting force from the detonation to move a piston. Because of that, humans have heavy machinery, self-propelled vehicles, and powered air-craft before they even really understood bio electricity.

They’re not expecting bombs, or incendiary weapons. (It was also how it was discovered that their bio-polymer armor, while excellent against projectiles, can actually burn at surprisingly low temperatures.

They’re not even expecting smelted metal. Steel to them is a high tech material that can only be produced under specialized conditions of extreme heat, and requires very specialized facilities to produce. They are shocked to discover that humans have been smelting copper before they developed writing.

And they are definitely not expecting nuclear weapons. (Which are basically “bombs” that instead of using combustable chemicals use an uncontrolled nuclear fission reaction. They are also aghast to discover that not only was this apparently the first thing we thought to do when we discovered fission, but that competing human faction have “how many of these weapons stockpiled!?”

After retreating in disgrace, the task force sent to monitor the plant is horrified to report that humans are rapidly expanding into space. They aren’t using gravitic lifters or electromagnetic mass drivers. They are apparently simply loading equipment and personnel into special “missiles” and using a shit ton of highly combustable fuel to simply launch themselves into space.

The element of Air

The winds are ever changing and uncontrollable,

at times gentle and soft

other times violent and ruthless

but always, always uncontrollable.

the element of air stands out from the other elements.

all of the other elements; earth, fire, water, are all visible, and touchable (dont burn ya self lol)

air however, is only visible as it shakes the tree tops, and turns the leafs rustling into music

as such, people often have a harder time finding ways to incorporate the element of air into their craft.

here are a few easy and simple ideas for that;

🍃this can be done everywhere, on your way to work, or in the comfort of your garden;

notice the way your lungs expand with each breath.
visualize the pure air, cleansing your body and mind of all troubles bothering you.
this is very effective if you´ve had a particularly bad day at work or school, and have no way to leave the situation making you uncomfortable

🍃notice the sound the leafs and grass makes, as they are touched by the wind

really tune into the sound.
hum along to the breeze (the little folk really enjoys this as well),
if you want to, you can even make a little song out of the melody. i used to this a lot when i were a child. you really get in contact with your inner child.

🍃dancing. yes it sounds silly and it sure is! (this is also something the faery folk likes), but feeling the way the wind touches your body, and letting it sway you is both fun and a very good way of bonding.

🍃on car rides, particularly hot days, sticking you hand out the way and notice how the wind braids itself around your fingers, now try moving your hand and fingers in different ways, it is a really good calming method, if you´re feeling annoyed as well.

🍃opening your windows, and letting new air in. sit and notice how the atmosphere slowly changes.

🍃if it´s a stormy day out, i like to visualize the wind going trough me, encouraging bravery and strength, this always makes me feel very powerful, and witchy

🍃doing spells in stormy weather, particularly ones for strength, courage or curses is a super good way to get you in the mood, and gives an extra energy boost to the spell

Civil War Aircraft Carrier— The USS George Washington Parke Custis 

In 1861 the US Navy purchased the George Washington Parke Custis, a coal barge which was built around the mid 1850’s.  The Navy intended to use the barge as a platform from which to launch balloons. Balloons were first used inthe  Civil War for observing enemy troops movements and positions. A wooden platform was built over the barge, and in the lower decks devices were installed which could produce hydrogen gas (used to make the balloons float) from coal and steam.  

The first flight occurred on the 11th of November, 1861, where a balloon observed Confederate troop movements along the Virginia coast.  Throughout the war the USS George Washington Parke Custis was used as a platform from which Confederate forces and fortifications could be observed along the coast, providing valuable intelligence for the Union Army.  It was also used to keep and eye out for Confederate blockade runners.  It is unknown when the USS George Washington Parke Custis was decommissioned.

Energy work

 Tumblr has severe gaps in its energy practitioning community, so I thought I’d chip in to help. I’ve been an energy practitioner my entire life, I was raised into it. I looked in the Energy Work tag hoping to get a new opinion on it, one that’s different from my families’. But it wasn’t quite what I was looking for.

   Onto our first topic, What Is Energy?

  Many people have varying opinions on this, but it’s the force that pushes out work along, hence why it’s called energy work in the first place. It is the force we work with to push us along. 

Opinions on where energy come from vary. My family’s explanation has always been “God” or “The Universe”. No one truly knows, but we know that it’s been with you from the beginning, and it’ll be with you to the end (and longer).


 CGS stands for “Centering, Grounding, and Shielding. It is the very basic of energy work, and should be done before any large working, or if you’re new, any working. Centering your energies brings it all to one place (your center). Grounding stabilizes those energies, makes them easier to grab unto, more usable. The works that we do can throw these energies off a bit, and grounding helps to bring them back to how they should be. Shielding Protects you from whatever you have shielded from, usually you should shield from any outside negative energies, so they don’t interfere with your work. Ok done with the extreme basics …


    Feeling energy

  Oh did I say we were done with basics? Oops. Feeling and understanding your energy is the first step to working with it. Really you create your energy, so it’s more like getting to understand yourself? Anyway, your energy can reveal just about everything about you to the right eye. You should start to know yourself, it’ll help you know your energy.

Now, my energy is very subtle, I know that because I can soul read without even the very aware noticing. But this makes sense to my personality as well, granted a part of my personality I’ll never care to make light of, but my personality nonetheless. If you’re not a person who works without anyone knowing (and I don’t necessarily mean this kind of working), you might not have subtle energy. Your energy reflects you, the parts shown, and the parts not.

Now, I’m going to walk you through feeling your own energy:

Relax, let everything be still feel the things that still move. The wild beating of your heart, pumping your very life blood through your veins, your breath which holds you to this world. Feel the subtle force that resides in these every actions, which lives and thrives within them. This is your energy, Bring it out, let it reside just above your skin, and feel it. Feel every wiggle and squirm, every ripple and splash. When you are ready allow it to gently come back to where it resided before you began.

   Using Energy

  I waited about a year to move past feeling my energy, but that’s because I was a seven year old. Realistically you can move on much faster (though you should still try to feel it depending on how much experience you have). This part of the post will start delving into the practical uses for energy. You can use energy for tons of things, but we’re on basics so we’ll stick with that for now.

   Psi Balls

  These are balls made from energy that you can physically feel. I’ve seen posts on here that say you make them by rubbing your hands together, but that’s how I was taught. 

Here’s how I was taught:   Hold your hands apart, visualise light coming from them, and meeting with each other, forming into a ball. Visualize this orb growing and growing, pushing against your hands. You should feel this after a minute of so. (once you get more experienced it gets to be a few seconds.)

   Energy Toss!

  You can play with a friend or by yourself. You create an energy ball (or psi ball), and you toss it to your friend, who catches and tosses back. Try to make the ball last as long as you can. If your playing by yourself, you throw it and try to circle it around like  boomerang, catch and repeat. Just like the last game you try to make one last. Me and my siblings used to play when we were bored,

or waiting for church to end.


Aura Detecting 

  This game actually requires another. You feel your aura until you have a clear image of it in your mind. Hold to this image, and feel your friends aura until you have a image of it. Now reach your aura out, and grasp onto it, have them (silently) move around, and try to follow them (Eyes closed or blindfolded), while not trying to hear. I used to play these games with my friends when they came over to my house.



  Prayer can be useful if you have deities. But that could just be my family, they’re very catholic and most of them believed our energy came from God.



  Yea yea, I’m sure you’ve heard this a thousand times, so oh gee, if every source recommends it I wonder if that could mean it works??? Just a thought.


  When you work with something often, your energies will become attuned to it, even (perhaps especially) deities. These attunements generally aren’t bad, and make it easier to work with the thing that you’ve been attuned to, don’t worry you won’t randomly be attuned to things, they happen because you’ve worked with them so much.
  Theoretically speaking you could make Attunements with people, such as coven workers, or anyone you do lots of magic with. 

  Linking: I used to call it “Merging” when I was itty bitty, but later learned that merging sound really cult like, and linking definitely sounds better. Linking is when you make a strong, conscious, and temporary attunement with someone to use your power as one and cast bigger and more powerful spells. Heres how to link: Close your eyes, if possible hold hands. Think of a good memory you two share together, or something you constantly talk about, this will be the bridge that connects the two of you. While you think of these, will your energies, together. Once you both feel that the two of you are in-separable, you begin your work. NOTE: This is a 2-3 people thing. It WILL NOT WORK for a whole coven. Nothing will happen. Or at least not very much :p       

   The Elements 

  This probably should’ve come before Attunements but oh well. When I refer to the elements I mean the elements of the craft; Earth, Air, Water, Fire, and four more if you really want to go into it. Now the elements don’t


to be the literal versions of these, let’s break it down.Fire: Basically anything warm. The ancients saw it as the doorway between our world and the world of the spirits.Air: Air can represent things such as; The wind, the spirit (if ya want), and the sky (and possibly the atmosphere)Water: Water more represents fluidity than actual water. Earth: Earth represents solidity, the state of being hard, making it the easiest element to ground to.

    Ok So this is all basics, but I’m going to make an intermediate working post soon so watch out :p

A Spell to Expedite a Process

To speed things up when a situation seems to be stalled.


  • 1 yellow candle to offer to wind spirits to help. The element of wind is of speed, messengers and couriers. 
  • Ginger to speed things up
  • Oregano for an extra “punch” in the spell
  • Paprika for extra energy and expediency 
  • Gold glitter for goal achievement
  • 1 jar
  • Moon water to bring influence from the moon’s phase (if you use the moon in magick)
  • Orange quartz to help the pursuit of what you want/need

If you follow moon phases, this should be done either during a waning moon to banish obstacles in your way, or a full moon for completion.

A rune you may want to incorporate into this spell would be Raidho to bring attunement and cosmic harmonies to your spell to better align energies surrounding you.

1. Use a mortar and pestle, blender, anything you like to bring your herbs together into a paste, If they’re powder, just mix them up.

2. Carve Raidho or any sigil you would like to use into the yellow candle and say, “I ask the element and spirits of air to help carry my intentions of expediency to this (problem - explain in detail). Please bring harmony to the intentions of the universe and mine, so that my goal will be supported.”

4. Put your herb mixture into the jar, followed by the moon water and then the glitter. As you combine them, say: “Moving swiftly this process will be, until my goal is achieved.” Note: the mixture might be kinda ugly and not very ~aesthetic~ when I tried it, it didn’t look that great but it works

5. Close the jar, place the candle on top and light it. let the wax drip down, sealing the jar. While the wax is still soft, press the orange quartz into it.

Whenever you feel the need for this, say the words in this spell, calling on air and then confirming your intentions. Then give the jar a good shake!

When you feel the need to dispose of the jar, break the wax seal and pour mixture down the drain (not into the earth cause of the plastic in the glitter) and say, “The physical remains are gone, but the spiritual effect is still strong”

I wrote this spell

Common Magickal Tools & Their Uses

Athame - Fire - Traditionally, a black-handled blade (much like a dagger) used to invoke entities, cast circles, and channel energy. Modern uses include trimming herbs, cutting cords for knot magick, and carving symbols into candles.

Bell - Air - Traditionally silver in color; used for cleansing, banishing negative energy from a space, or designating the beginning and end of a spell.

Broom - Air - Crafted from wood and twigs or feathers; used for both physical and magickal cleansing.

Cauldron - Water - Traditionally cast-iron; commonly used for brewing potions, burning herbs/incense/oils, or even holding candles.

Candle - Fire - Traditionally placed on an altar to represent deities but can be used to represent intent or to channel a specific energy based on color or scent. 

Censer - Air - Used to hold and dispense burning incense.

Chalice - Water - Traditionally used to hold wine but can be used to hold any liquid to be consumed during a ritual or spell.

Pentacle - Earth - Commonly seen as the center-piece on some altars; said to give the space increased magickal energy.

Staff - Air - Can be crafted from wood, ivory, and various metals, and adorned with an orb or crystal at the top to accent its inherent power; used to direct/channel energy; a larger version of the wand.

Sword - Fire - The larger version of an athame; used to direct/channel energy on a greater scale.

Wand - Air - Can be crafted from any material and decorated with various crystals and metals to accent its power; used to direct/channel energy.

compiled from my personal grimoire - not for redistribution 

Siniy (Intro)

A/N: hey y’all! this is a new series that i started working on all the way in December, but never got around to publishing. Idk why it took me so long, but I really like this story so far. Siniy means “blue” in Russian and it’s of super importance throughout the story! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Siniy: Reader is an Avenger with her good friends, but unlike them, she’s not a demi god, millionaire, super soldier, or a science experiment. She’s got a whole other dilemma: she’s not of this world. Things happen, and she finds herself on the run with Team Cap in Bucharest, along with catching the eye of Bucky Barnes.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Warnings: Flashbacks of violence. That’s literally it lol. 

The way you met Natasha Romanoff, your dearest friend, was by complete accident. Or so you think, she always counters with the whole “fate” belief, but you knew better. 

It was perfect example of being in the right place at the right time. Had you not been there, she probably wouldn’t have been alive today and she made sure you knew that.

It was 2012. You were just eighteen years old at the time and had only been in New York City for three years. It was supposed to be a normal day for you like always. You had just spent the day skipping class to rid yourself of the bullies that followed you around like you always did. You boarded the subway east like you always did.

But that day was far from regular.

Unlike usual, you took a second to read a text you had gotten from your brother. You stopped in the middle of the crowded street and covered your phone with your hand, trying to make out the content.The sounds of a Paramore song blaring loudly through your headphones blocked out most of the noise from the city. As you processed the meme your brother had sent you, that’s when you heard it.It similar to a thunder storm, only there was not one cloud in sight that day. Suddenly, that’s when they came from the sky.

The Chitauri.

And they attacked everything in sight.

You took shelter in one of the antique shops with a few other citizens, watching as the famous Black Widow fall from one of the flying alien air crafts and landing onto a destroyed car below. You winced as she landed on the metal, her head slamming against it with a loud crack. Seeing her state of vulnerability, one of the Chitauri shot at the bottom of a fire escape behind her, causing one of the latches to fly off with a loud sound and slowly begin its descent towards her.

It was pure instinct. You had absolutely no intentions of exposing yourself, but you couldn’t just let her die there. She was an Avenger, the world needed her.

Before you knew it, you were lying on top of her. Instead of the antique shop you once stood in, you both were on the other side of the block, far from the broken fire escape that was now nothing but a pile of rubble on top of the car.

You blinked, and this time, you were standing.

Her blue eyes stared up at you, wide with shock and confusion as she tried to piece two and two together. One minute she was lying on the concrete, waiting for the metal to crush her, then the next, she was on an entirely different street. How was this possible?

You, some random person, had saved her life.

But at a price.

By now, people had come out of the antique shop, amongst various other stores as well, and began gathering around the two of you in a small crowd. Who was this mysterious girl that had just saved Black Widow? And how did she get there in the nick of time?

“Who are you?” She asked, her eyes focused on you and taking in your unnatural blue hair and eyebrows. Her eyes widened even more as she noticed the small, baby blue freckles peppered across your nose. She instantly realized that she had asked the wrong question. What were you?

You blushed at the sudden attention and placed the small beanie you wore back onto your head. You were caught red handed this time and everyone had already seen your face.

Instead of answering, you backed away slowly, eyeing all the people around you warily. They all began whispering to each other in hushed voices, pointing in your direction. You could hear their thoughts as they came to you as though they were being spoken out loud.

Who is she?

Is she an Avenger, too?

What’s up with her hair?

Is she one of those mutants?

How did she get to her so fast?

Being the king of person you were, you did the only rational thing you thought of at the time.

You ran.

It was a week later and you were a nervous wreck each time the doorbell or house phone rang.

New York was in the process of being rebuilt by the government, along with Tony Stark and the Avengers, who was gracious enough. The aftermath of their battle had left the city in crumbles, much to the President’s dismay.

You, on the other hand, had completely shut out what happened a week ago and you prayed it would stay that way. Nobody had gotten any pictures of you which meant that the internet was a safe place. They had no way of contacting or finding you, which was good so far.

You had no intentions of being found. Patricia, your adoptive mother had gone through so much already with moving your family here. She loved New York, and you didn’t want to mess that up once again. There were over eight million people in New York City, not to mention there were probably thousands of girls with blue hair. What are the odds of SHIELD finding you? Slim to none!

You thought about the previous events absentmindedly as you grabbed your bag and headed out the front door of your family’s apartment. You tried to reassure yourself that, with all that happened, you were probably out of the woman’s head by now. She probably didn’t even remember you.

Boy, how you were wrong.

It took you few seconds to notice her, as she was standing at the bottom steps outside of your apartment, waiting silently. You just assumed she was either a neighbor or waiting for someone, which wasn’t unusual. But as soon as you planted your feet on the sidewalk, you froze.

She was a lot smaller than you’d seen from the videos on YouTube and you were a pretty tall girl, but with her killer looks and curves, you were instantly reminded what she was capable of. And you were reminded of how you heavily resembled a linguine noodle.

A frightened linguine noodle, to be exact.

“You know,” she says, stepping closer to you. “You’re quite hard to find, kid. Turns out there’s exactly six thousand and twenty girls in this city with blue hair. But only one with matching eyebrows, too.” 

You let out a nervous laugh as you backed away, peering over your shoulder.

“Look, Miss Black Widow Lady,” you spoke, peering up at your apartment warily. “My mom and brother cannot find out about this! She’d lose her mind if she found out I’m not keeping a low profile!” You sounded like one of those overly-dependent children you saw on Dr. Phil and she smirked with amusement.

“I’m not here to out you, kid. I’m here to offer you a job.”

Your eyes could have shot out of your skull with how hard you were staring at the redheaded woman. “A job?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows in suspicion. “Doing what?”

“Joining the Avengers. Stark was really curious when I told him about my near death experience with you.”

“Stark,” I say. “You mean Tony Stark? Playboy millionaire son of Howard Stark?

“Well, yeah,” she says with a playful eye roll. “I don’t think there’s any other guys with the same name out there. What do you say, Y/N? Are you in?”

She held out her hand, but you just stared at her like the dork you were. There was the possibility she was just completely bamboozling you and just here to lead you to your arrest or something worse, but she seemed completely honest.

But at the same time, Patricia would shit bricks if she found out. You promised her you’d try your best to stay out of trouble, but here you were, about to not only break that promise, but go against everything you stood for. How could you explain it to her once she found out? Everyone knew who the Avengers were. Everyone.

You bit your lip as you stared at her hand. You were very tempted to meet Tony Stark, though. You may or may not have had a crush on the guy as a child. That and if she was telling the truth, you’d be able to be a part of something great for once and not hide your true nature. you’d be with people like you.

With a deep breath, you shook her hand.  



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They Know (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Plot: Reader and Bucky have been dating for years and have been very lowkey, until reader has a press conference and a ring is on that finger

A/N: Sorry for the long wait but also shout out to that porn blog that liked my post, you cool 

Includes Playful, Loving Bucky :)))))))))

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

“(Y/N), you seem to be the only one that’s ready, come on.” Pepper ordered.

“Wait, what? Why?” You asked confused.

“Just a quick press conference on your side of the story, just tell them how easy it was and HYDRA can’t get away with it.” Pepper shrugged, pushing you through the doors.

You awkwardly walked up to the podium, and cleared your throat, “Any questions?”

“Tell us about the mission, how was it for you?” The first reporter asked.

“Barton and I were mainly in charge of the air craft, but things got harder on the front line, more HYDRA than anticipated, so we went to join. It was tiring but nothing we couldn’t handle.” You summed up.

“How is Barnes?” Another reported asked.

“He’s good..” you answered confusedly.

“There have been reports indicating that Barnes and yourself are in a romantic relationship, how would you respond?” The same reporter asked.

“Barnes and I are very close, we get along very well, and I guess I could see how that could be mistaken for a romantic relationship. I don’t have time for any romantic relationships unfortunately.” You replied.

“Tony is ready now if you’re done.” Pepper whispered to you.

“Thank goodness, I hate press conferences.” You whispered back, away from the microphones.

“Now, if you have no further questions, I’ll tell Tony that you’re all ready. Thank you.” You smiled, waving good bye with your left hand.

“Is that a ring?”

“Are you and Barnes engaged?”

“When can we expect a wedding?”

“Where will the wedding be?”

“Are you pregnant?”

The door shut behind you and you came face to face with the man responsible for that ring.

“Bucky! They know! What are we going to do?” You began to panic.

“Wait, what happened?” Bucky asked.

“She accidentally waved with her left hand, the hand that ring with a giant rock is on, after she had just denied any romantic relationship.” Pepper replied as she looked for Tony.

“Baby, it was bound to happen, I’m surprised we kept 6 years of dating under wraps. It’s all going to be just fine, we have the smartest minds with us, we can be sneaky and hide it all. If you want to of course.” Bucky chuckled.

“Don’t laugh at me, it’ll be weird having a public relationship after so long, but you’re right, it’s going to happen anyways. I love you.” You smiled at Bucky.

“I love you too, you have nothing to worry about, I will be right by your side through everything.” He smiled back.

“Cute, really cute.” Sam smiled.

“So where shall we share this first? Twitter, Instagram, Facebook?” You asked.

“I got this.” Bucky reassured.

He walked straight into the press conference, pushed Tony aside and very loudly yelled into the microphones, “(Y/N) and I are engaged, we’ve been together for 6 years, and no,shes not pregnant- yet. Thanks.”

He smiled at you as Pepper held his ear after having dragged him out of the room.

“Oh my god, you really are so luck that I love you.”

The Last Letter of a Kamikaze Pilot,

My Thoughts,

I am keenly aware of the tremendous personal honor involved in my having been chosen to be a member of the Army Special Attack Corps, which is considered to be the most elite attack force in the service of our glorious fatherland.
  My thoughts about all these things derive from a logical standpoint which is more or less the fruit of my long career as a student and, perhaps, what some others might call a liberal. But I believe that the ultimate triumph of liberty is altogether obvious. As the Italian philosopher Benedetto Croce has proclaimed, “liberty is so quintessential to human nature that it is absolutely impossible to destroy it. "I believe along with him that this is a simple fact, a fact so certain that liberty must of necessity continue its underground life even when it appears, on the surface, to be suppressed—it will always win through in the end.
  It is equally inevitable that an authoritarian and totalitarian nation, however much it may flourish temporarily, will eventually be defeated. In the present war we can see how this latter truth is borne out in the Axis Powers themselves. What more needs to be said about Fascist Italy? Nazi Germany too has already been defeated, and we see that all the authoritarian nations are now falling down one by one, exactly like buildings with faulty foundations. All these developments only serve to reveal all over again the universality of the truth that history has so often proven in the past: men’s great love of liberty will live on into the future and into eternity itself.

Although there are aspects to all this which constitute something the fatherland has reason to feel apprehensive about, it is still a truly wonderful thing to feel that one’s own personal beliefs have been validated. On every front, I believe that ideologies are at the bottom of all the fighting that is going on nowadays. Still further, I am firmly convinced that the outcome of each and every conflict is predictable on the bases of the ideologies held by the opposing sides. 

  My ambitious hope was to have lived to see my beloved fatherland—Japan—develop into a great empire like Great Britain in the past, but that hope has already been dashed. If those people who truly loved their country had been given a fair hearing, I do not believe that Japan would be in its present perilous position. This was my ideal and what I dreamt about: that the people of Japan might walk proudly anywhere in the world.

  In a real sense it is certainly true that a pilot in our special aerial attack force is, as a friend of mine has said, nothing more than a piece of the machine. He is nothing more than that part of the machine which holds the plane’s controls—endowed with no personal qualities, no emotions, certainly with no rationality—simply just an iron filament tucked inside a magnet itself designed to be sucked into an enemy air-craft carrier. The whole business would, within any context of rational behavior, appear to be unthinkable, and would seem to have no appeal whatsoever except to someone with a suicidal disposition. I suppose this entire range of phenomena is best seen as something peculiar to Japan, a nation of spirituality. So then we who are nothing more than pieces of machinery may have no right to say anything, but we only wish, ask, and hope for one thing: that all the Japanese people might combine to make our beloved country the greatest nation possible.

  Were I to face the battles that lie ahead in this sort of emotional state, my death would be rendered meaningless. This is the reason then, as I have already stated, that I intend to concentrate on the honor involved in being designated a member of the Special Attack Corps.

When I am in a plane perhaps I am nothing more than just a piece of the machine, but as soon as I am on the ground again I find that I am a complete human being after all, complete with human emotions—and passions too. when the sweetheart whom I loved so much passed away, I experienced a kind of spiritual death myself. Death in itself is nothing when you look upon it, as I do, as merely a pass to the heaven where I will see her once again, the one who is waiting there for me.

  Tomorrow we attack. It may be that my genuine feelings are extreme—and extremely private! But I have put them down as honestly as I can. Please forgive me for writing so loosely and without much logical order. Tomorrow one believer in liberty and liberalism will leave this world behind. His withdrawing figure may have a lonely look about it, but I assure you that his heart is filled with contentment.
  I have said everything I wanted to say in the way I wanted to say it. Please accept my apologies for any breach of etiquette. Well,then.

—Captain Ryoji Uehara

Uehara was killed during an attack on the US Fleet at the Battle of Okinawa, May 11th, 1945. He was 22 years old. Among his personal effects was a book on philosophy by Benedetto Croce, in the cover of which he had written,

“Goodbye, my beloved Kyoko-chan. I loved you so much;but even then you were already engaged, so it was very painful for me.Thinking only of your happiness,I suppressed the urge to whisper into your ear. That I loved you. I love you still.