Sorry to bother you but what is the difference between achaeology and anthropology?
Never a bother, friend!
The way I understand it is that anthropology looks at more non-physical aspects of cultures, like linguistics and social structures and things like that, whereas archaeology is all about the stuff, the physical remains of the past. I’m also the first to admit that I don’t know much about anthropology, but the primary thing that all archaeologists focus on is what we call “material culture.” It’s all the stuff that gets left behind, everything from houses to pottery to bones to poo. And sometimes, all that gets left behind are stains in the soil, which is where a lot of prehistory sits, and that’s when things can get really interesting. Or weird, depending on your perspective (see: sexyhandaxetheory).
I just wanna say that I've discovered your account bc of vanilla rules (I'm jk biased but Jimin thooo 💦💦) and I love your writing holy poo 💩💩 also I bet that anon that was hating is glad for it being anonymous for their own sake 😞😞 anyway, I look forward to reading more stuff from you 😄 sending hugs 💖
OMG!!! Hello fellow sufferer! I am glad you like the story and thank you for being such an angel because this message is a morale booster for me right now! :) Sending millions of hugs and also:
Hey, I was wondering
if you could do an imagine where the reader is an orphaned teenager and was
brainwashed like Bucky and she used to work for Hydra cause she was good at
fighting and also an elemental and she stayed with Bucky after they escaped
& they know what each other went through so they’re like really really good
friends and they think of each as family. Could you maybe do a scene from civil
war or just a scene from before where they’re just like living together or
something? Thanks 😊
Sorry this took so long (and that is a pile of poo)
Bucky awoke feeling groggy as the haze of the night before
began to clear as he looked around his room. Clothes were littered everywhere.
Noticing you weren’t beside him, the soldiers’ natural
reaction was to panic. ‘Oh god, who’s got her? Where’d she go?’ Thoughts of
your inevitable demise flashed through his mind, until he heard… whistling?
He slowly made his way to the kitchen, unable to stop the
yawn that escaped him as he turned the corner down the hall. As he got closer
the whistling got louder, and then a loud clatter caused the noise to stop.
“Son of a bitch!” A soft voice mumbled, followed by a
giggle. “Good thing I made too much.” You muttered to yourself as Bucky
realised it was you.
He sighed loudly in relief, causing your to turn around.
“Buck? You’re up!” You cheered, running over to hug him.
“Morning.” He mumbled, bending down to press his lips
against your forehead softly.
You took a step back to finish making breakfast. He took in
the sight of you in his shirt, reaching up to grab something from the cupboard
and he smiled.
His smiled faded though realising, the inevitable, that the
panic of this morning would one day become real, and that you would one day be
put into grave danger.
“What’s the matter?” You spoke up and placed his breakfast
in front of him.
He sighed and looked at you. “Someone’s going to come and
get us soon and I don’t want you to be hurt.”
You took his hand gently and smiled.
Your entire body ached
when you returned from a mission, as it always did. This had been your life as
long as you could remember; it couldn’t get any better – could it?
You trudged into your
room and collapsed to the concrete floor, sighing.
You didn’t even check
to see if the soldier was in the room, you were probably bleeding you’re your
head hurt. Maybe that was bleeding too.
Minutes ticked by as
usual and you might have slept, you were never sure any more. If you had slept,
a voice startled you awake.
“Are you hurt?” The
gruff voice that you had grown accustom to spoke.
You look up at the
long haired asset who stepped out of the shadows. “Not too bad.” You patted the
place on the bed beside you.
The metal creaked as
he sat and when his hand brushed yours you flinched away and so did he.
You look at him and a
small smile fills your face and he slowly returned one.
“Listen.” You start. “We’re not in hydra anymore…When you
get better and when my memory comes back we can find your friend Steve, he’ll
He smiled and kissed your forehead softly “You’re great you
know that doll?”