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Here’s some things I do when I don’t have energy or forget to eat. This is what helps me, so please keep in mind that it might not work for you.

1) Set reminders! I forget lunch the most, so I have a reminder on my phone at around noon each day telling me to eat lunch. Add as many as you need.

2) For days when you can’t get out of bed, keep some nonperishable food in your room if you can. I have a plastic container near my bed so I can easily reach it without getting up.

  • Mine has granola bars, crackers, fruit snacks, fruit cups, trail mix, jerky, and bottled water. It’s not a “normal” meal, but much better than nothing and requires almost no energy.

3) Break down tasks into very small steps. Sometimes mine are as small as “Sit up in bed, move feet onto floor, stand up, walk out of room, walk down hallway, walk to kitchen”. I give myself time in between steps to build up motivation if I need to.

  • Make a checklist if you need to visualize it!

4) Congratulate yourself after completing a difficult step. Even if it’s a simple step, or after every step. It seemed silly to congratulate myself for getting out of bed, but it really helps motivate me to continue.

  • My internal dialogue for this is something like “Okay you did it! That wasn’t too bad. Now you can do the next step too” or “If that was the hardest part, I can do this”

5) I go to @lowspoonsgourmet when I don’t know what to make and they organize recipes by how many spoons it requires!

  • @no-more-ramen is another good one and separates recipes into categories like if there’s no chopping involved or if it makes leftovers

I think that’s it? I might add to this if I think of more. I hope this was helpful!

What We Left Behind In The Past (11/?)

Originally posted by pretentiousdouchebubble

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Originally posted by diana-prince

Bucky Barnes x Daughter! Reader

A/n: FINALLY. I WAS ABLE TO GET THIS OUT THERE. WOOHOO! And lookie me, I included more characters bwahahaHAHAHAHAH

PART TEN IS HERE!

Genre: Angst, Family, Friendship, Mystery, Humor, Adventure, Action, Suspense

Rated: Everyone (KEEP IN MIND THIS MIGHT CHANGE AS THE PLOT CONTINUES TO DEVELOP)

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood mention, Choking mention, Injury, Needles,Nightmares, MORE TO BE ADDED

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Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines, Captain

Waking up, my eyes were straining against the sleep. However, after waking up in the early morning for as long as I have been, I was able to get up without much of a struggle. Deciding to skip my usual morning jog, I went into the kitchen, surprised to see Sam, Tony, and Bruce up. 

“Good morning, everyone.”

They all nodded to me, and Tony suggested. 

“So, I was thinking of adding some members to the mission.” 

I quirked my eyebrow up. 

“Oh? Like who?”

“Everyone’s favorite underoos.” 

‘Was he talking about the young boy named Peter? The one he just hired?’

“Didn’t you just hire the kid?”

“What? I think we can give him a shot. The more people we have, the easier it will be to apprehend (Y/n) and Bucky.”

Steve shook his head as he glanced at Tony, Natasha and Clint walking in with awake faces, though Clint went for the coffee almost immediately. 

“First, we are not ‘apprehending’ anybody. We are just retrieving. Secondly, I don’t think it’s a good idea to have a child on the team. He’s just starting out.” 

Sam nodded a bit. Everyone else stayed quiet before Thor walked in, asking in that loud voice of his. 

“So, when do we go to retrieve Lady (Y/n)?” 

Everyone looked at me, and I sighed, looking down as I thought of a reasonable amount of time. Nodding to myself, I stood up straighter before suggesting.

“We should be leaving in fifteen minutes. Six minutes to eat breakfast, four minutes to suit up, and five minutes to get to the jet. So, eat up everyone. We have a long mission ahead of us.” 

Tony huffed before suggesting. 

“Look, if you’re not gonna bring Parker onto the mission, then I will. He may be starting out, but it’s a great opportunity to get him a first impression of what we are about.” 

“He could get seriously hurt, Tony.”

-NO ONES POV-

A small voice behind him spoke up, almost startling Steve.

“Mr. Rogers, it’s quite alright. Mr. Stark is right. If I’m gonna be on the team, then I’m gonna need to get a first impression so I know what to prepare myself for.” 

Steve turned and there he was. Peter Parker AKA Spiderman. Steve hated the idea with all he had, but in the back of his mind, he knew that Tony was right. Growling a bit in annoyance, Steve ordered. 

“Breakfast, Suit up, then haul ass to the jet. I’ll brief you on the way to the extraction site.”

Peter’s eyes lit up and he seemed to dance from foot to foot.

“I won’t let you down, Mr. Rogers!”

Peter left, and Tony smirked. 

“Eager to please. It’s a great quality in an employee.”

“His life is on you, Stark. Don’t take it so lightly.”

Steve snapped before walking off to suit up, grabbing a pop-tart on the way out. Tony just rolled his eyes before finishing his blueberry muffin.

-READER POV-

My whole body was stiff as I woke up, looking around the room to see my father sitting against the wall. The female doctor was gone, and I could only hope that he hadn’t…disposed of her since her job was done. I swallowed, suddenly becoming aware of the cast around my neck and I noticed that I breathed significantly better. 

What had the doctor done? It still hurt to breathe, but I breathed better nonetheless. I grunted, startling my father into reality. He stared at me before getting up and walking over to me, asking me gently. 

“Are you alright?” 

I could only shrug before saying hoarsely. 

“I can breathe better.” 

He nodded before putting a finger to my lips. 

“She advised no talking, so try not to speak. At all. You could really screw up the wound more than it needs to be.” 

I nodded before asking, however.

“Where did she go?”

Bucky gave an irritated sigh before answering. 

“I dropped her off at the hospital. Her job was done. Now stop talking or I’ll make you.” 

He gave me a look, but I wasn’t scared of him. I could never be scared of him. Glancing away, I sighed tiredly. What were we going to do now? I gestured to my wrist, tapping to silently ask the time. 

“It’s almost sunrise. You’ve been asleep almost all night.” 

I nodded before asking. 

“Can we watch the sun rise?” 

Bucky seemed to be taken by surprise before he carefully lifted me up and walked out, climbing the ladder that climbed to the top of the roof of the shack. However, he didn’t stop there. He kept climbing onto the taller structures before we got high enough. 

He sat down, me still in his arms, and I fidgeted until I was facing the horizon. My back was to his chest, and Bucky held his arms around me hesitantly. However, he seemed to relax as the sky slowly transitioned from a dark blue to orange to yellow. I relaxed and whispered. 

“We used to do this all the time.” 

The sun slowly peeked from over the horizon, as if checking if the coast was clear, before slowly rising. Bucky asked me quietly. 

“We did?” 

“Yeah.” 

I smiled, completely tranquil. In this moment, there was no danger. It was just me and my dad, watching as a new day began. A new day that I got to spend with my dad once again. I felt tears fall from my eyes, sniffling as I became emotional. How long had it been since I longed for another sunrise with my father? I remember how Peggy tried to watch the sunsets and sunrises with me, but it was never the same. 

Peggy sighed as she held my body to her side, her warm hand on my shoulder as my head rested upon her shoulder. Her hand was rubbing my arm soothingly as I watched the sunset. Her voice was quiet as she asked me. 

“What are you thinking about, my little soldier?” 

“Daddy.” 

Her silence was almost immediate. Did she think that I didn’t always think about my father? 

“I wish he was here…I wish he could see how beautiful the Winter sun is when it sets.” 

In no time, the moon rose in the sky, and I was almost sickened at how red it looked. Peggy asked me quietly. 

“Would you rather Steve be here with you? I know how close you are to him, and I understand my presence is not that comforting.” 

I just sighed as I stared at the moon, whispering. 

“I am afraid to say that nothing is comforting anymore. No…not when my father seems to be associated with everything around me. In hindsight, I believe this is the only thing closest to a comfort I can have. Of course, a mothers comfort would help, but I don’t have the luxury. Just stay here with me, please?” 

Peggy tightened her hold and whispered to me. 

“I will always be here with you, my little soldier.” 

Bucky’s voice brought me back to reality. 

“Why do you insist on staying with me? Why didn’t you go with them?” 

I turned to face him as the early sun finally hit the sky. 

“You are my dad. Like I told them: It was the Winter Soldier who killed me, but it was my father who brought me back.” 

Bucky’s eyes widened at that before they softened just slightly, blinking at me like he was trying to analyze me. However, I knew that he truly was analyzing me. He had that look like he usually did; squinting at me, trying to figure out why I do what I do. His eyes crinkled before he declared. 

“You are strange.” 

“Not as strange as you are.”

I smiled at him, Bucky looking at me. A small smile lit up his lips, a ghost of the smile he used to have stretching from ear-to-ear. The light from the rising sun was beautiful on him. It made me proud to have someone like James Buchanan Barnes as my father; someone as handsome as him. Even with his long hair, I could still see the 40′s him, seeming to flicker back and forth between the then and now Bucky.

At the sound of a jet, Bucky’s face snapped into a look of alarm, and he stood up. He cursed before grabbing me bridal style, jumping from the tall structure. Running into our little abode, he let me go to grab a bag, stuffing whatever he could into it. As the sound of the jet got louder, he picked me back up and ran outside. 

Bucky ran in between the shanty buildings, effectively hiding us as he ran to the highway to hijack a car, presumably. Behind us, I could see a shining speck, a gut feeling telling me it was Steve. All of a sudden, I became emotionally tired. I was tired of running. I was tired of hiding. I was tired of not getting the happy ending I wanted. 

I wanted to give in. To hand ourselves over. However, a more alive part of me rejected the idea. I couldn’t betray my fathers trust like that. I couldn’t betray him, period. There was no way. I was with him through and through. 

I was with him till the end of the line. 

That thought made me become eager to do whatever I could to help my father until he was convinced and ready to go to the Avengers willingly to get help and remediation. I could only hope that Bucky would come around, and I could only wish that Steve would finally catch us. After all, even though my father was a fugitive and I was technically a hostage, Steve would do whatever he could to help Bucky get better. 

That’s what he and I wanted. For Bucky to get better. I bit my lip and kept my mouth shut, however, and let Bucky set me down to hijack a car. 

-STEVE’S POV-

As the jet hovered, I jumped off onto the ground, Thor and Tony coming with me. Peter was swinging his way down, landing on the side of the wall before back-flipping off. I was slightly impressed, but I knew it wasn’t time for ogling and showing-off. Walking inside, I noted that they were gone, but their stuff was still here. 

“No sign of them, Captain.” 

Clint called into the comm. I kept silent, throwing my shield onto my back before walking to the bed, noting that it was still warm. 

“They haven’t been gone for very long. Tony, see if you can get JARVIS to run facial recognition on all the cameras until he gets a hit.” 

“Way ahead of you, old man.” 

I hummed absentmindedly as I grabbed the backpack at the end of the bed.I was quick to remember that this was the bag Bucky had that he tried hard not to lose. What made him want to hold onto this for as long, and what made him so protective of it?

Opening the bag, the first thing I saw was a computer and a book. Canned and wrapped food was stuffed on one side of the bag, along with water bottles. It was a small backpack, but still efficient. Grabbing the book, I noted there were little color-coded tabs with names on them. Names of places, of people. I was surprised to find my name in it. 

Opening it, I quickly realized that this was a journal of everything Bucky was remembering. Flipping through until I got to (Y/n)’s page, I was shocked to see her whole name written at the bottom. 

Why was Peggy’s last name combined into (Y/n)’s? My mind was confused, but I couldn’t tread on the thought as Peter announced loudly. 

“Hey! Mr. Stark got facial rec on the targets! They’re at the highway!” 

I nodded before handing the bag to Tony. 

“Take that to the jet and store it.” 

“What is it?” 

“Bucky’s journal on what he’s remembering.” 

Tony seemed to blink in surprise before doing as told. Thor grabbed onto my back, making me become confused as he grinned at me. 

“Let’s fly, Patriotic One!” 

“Wait, Thor-!” 

-READERS POV-

As we got into the car, Bucky quickly put the car in drive, swerving into traffic. However, a strange sound caught my attention. It the sound of something sticky hitting the car, like an old elastic, sticky hand toy. I screamed when a head appeared into my window, the eyes widening themselves. Bucky started to swerve back and forth, trying to get the person off the roof of the car. I looked at Bucky as he glanced at me. 

What was this man going to do?

He grabbed his gun and began to shoot the roof of the car. I gasped, holding my head protectively, hearing a high-pitched voice curse. 

“Holy Jesus!”

I looked forward and then the rear-view mirror, spotting the boy. He shot his hands out, a substance shooting at us and attaching to the back of the car. Were those…spider webs? He pulled as hard as he could, the car jerking, but continuing to drive forward. I looked forward to see Steve and Thor land in front of us, Steve looking a bit sick from the ride. 

A flashback to Coney Island hit my mind. Steve never liked riding the Cyclone ride, and he almost threw up every single time he rode it. Steve had thrown up once, but had been able to keep it in the next couple of times he had ridden the ride. Usually, however, he lost that ability to keep his stomach contents in his stomach during the ride, and emptied his stomach in a trashcan whenever he could afterwards.

Shaking my head, Bucky cursed as we became surrounded. Steve approached, commanding. 

“Bucky, step out of the car with your hands up.” 

Bucky hesitated, and I bit my lip, putting my hand on his flesh one. Bucky jolted, looking to me, and I whispered. 

“It’s ok, Dad. We’re going to be ok. I promise.” 

He widened his eyes before biting his own lip, stuttering out. 

“S-Stop talking, (Y/n).” 

I felt my mouth slightly open. That was the first time he ever used my name. I blinked before opening the car door, Bucky tightening his hold on my hand. His voice seemed frantic. 

“Where are you going?!” 

“Dad, we can’t run. We are surrounded. I know you don’t want to give yourself up, but Steve isn’t going to hurt us. He’s here to help us. I promise, Dad. I wouldn’t never lie to you.” 

Bucky looked like a kicked puppy, conflicted on what he should do. I gave him a pleading look before he sighed, Steve calling out his command once more. We both stood up and out of the car, and I smiled at Steve. Steve smiled back at me, almost relieved, before looking at Bucky. 

“Alright. Are you done running?” 

Bucky stayed quiet, glaring at Steve with wariness. I looked at them both before walking forward a bit, holding my hand out for Bucky to take. He stared at my hand, looked to me, and bit his lip. 

-NO ONES POV-

Bucky didn’t know what to do. Should he take her hand? Should he trust the girl he knew as his daughter? Even though (Y/n) hadn’t lied to him in the beginning, he still didn’t know whether or not to trust her. Bucky was sure they would throw him in a cell, that they would experiment on him like HYDRA did. However, (Y/n) even said that they wouldn’t hurt him. 

He had trusted her in the beginning…so he supposed he could trust her now. 

Slowly taking her hand, he walked with her to Steve and he snarled out. 

“One condition: I don’t get handcuffed.” 

Steve was about to protest, but (Y/n) spoke up.

“Steve, please.” 

Steve’s words caught in his throat, and he sighed before gesturing to the jet. 

“Alright. If you try anything, I’m having Spiderman glue your hands, got it?” 

“Who is Spiderman?”

(Y/n) asked. An excited voice answered. 

“That would be me!”

The two runaways turned to see the one designated as Spiderman waving at them almost frantically, and they both couldn’t help but think that the name fit the suit. Steve closed his eyes, giving an exasperated sigh. He was just happy that he had finally caught his Honey B and best friend. 

“Hey, what’s going on? Is there a party? I love parties!” 

A red and black figure jumped down, making everyone else jump in surprise. The man had a suit similar to Spiderman’s, but his was more weapon-holding-friendly. Steve grounded out. 

“Thanks, but we have it covered, Deadpool.” 

“Aw, that’s no fun, you Star Spangled Dickhead! I totally wanted in on the action! Who do we have-oh look at you! Mr. Winter Soldier himself! Man, I am just a big fan of you and your work. Tell me, did it hurt when you fell? Ya know, from Heaven? Cause you are just one badass hottie! Papi Chulo right here, my friends!”

Bucky was uncomfortable as the man got closer, seeming awestruck as his hands went to his face. 

“This is just way more exciting than when I had that rodeo with Francis! Quick, let’s take a selfie! Say ‘I just got captured by the Avengers!’ and smile!“

Steve groaned before face-palming. At the worst time, the man known as Deadpool AKA Wade Wilson had to show up. Steve ordered in a booming voice. 

“Everyone into the jet. Now.” 

“Oh, Oh! Can I go? Can I go?” 

“Wilson, you are not going with us.” 

“Aw, but Stevey!”

[PART ONE] [PART TWO] [PART THREE] [PART FOUR] [PART FIVE] [PART SIX] [PART SEVEN] [PART EIGHT] [PART NINE] [PART TEN] [PART TWELVE SOON!]

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Thank you to everyone who helped make the banner support for WINGS in Newark (24/03) & Anaheim (01/04) happen!

The Newark (left) banners say:

We’ll be by your side
We promise you
(Adapted from ‘Butterfly’ lyrics)

The Anaheim (right) banners say:

I thought I was alone but
I’ve learned that we are ARMY.  
(Adapted from ‘길 (Path)’ lyrics)

If you attended the concerts and collected either or both of our banners, do mention our project account on Twitter (@BTS_Trans_Proj) with a photo of the banner so we can add it to our moments for WINGS in Newark and WINGS in Anaheim.

Please also look forward to the banner support and other events for our WINGS Tour Project in the upcoming stops with country fanbases!

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Noel, one of the producers of Star’s Out of this World Bachelorette Challenge, reached out to Marnie after filming wrapped. Their friendship had started while she was still on the show but was only that. Once she was free again & they started spending time together, just the two of them, they soon realized there was something more. Recently they officially started dating & are having a wonderful time!

Awhile back someone asked for a headcannon under the prompt of “hair” for a meme, but I was overwhelmed with asks at the time. To make up for it, here’s a whole post devoted to the prompt with several headcannons! Enjoy~  🎃


  • Jonathan’s hair color is could be described as a rich blend of red and orange and brown. (Red Copper if you’d like to give it a name) It’s bright intense shade pairs well with his piercing blue eyes.
  • His hair is usually very dry and due to the fact that he doesn’t wash it often enough. (not of the lack of wanting to, but simply because the option to shower is not always available)
  • Jonathan constantly finds straw stuck in his hair, it’s especially noticeable right after he takes his mask off. This was a given and he’s gotten used to the straw by now, just leaving it there for the aesthetic.
  • If you were to associate a scent with his hair, it would probably be the straw that stays stuck within his strands. His hair has a fine musky scent reminiscent of the corn fields of Georgia.
  • While not overly concerned to personal appearance, he does regularly shave what little facial hair grows on his chin. (he couldn’t grow a beard even if he tried)
  • Like the rest of his spindly frame, his hair is rather weak and unhealthy looking in appearance. Despite it’s vibrant color his hairline is slowly receding and should he live to reach old age he will likely lose most of it.
  • All the years of toxin abuse and experiments have caused his hair to become extremely fragile, under stressful situations he’ll pick at it and yank out entire chunks of hair without realizing. He’s not too concerned about his hair loss though, because the majority of his time is spent behind the mask spreading fear.

Natasha wearing Bruce’s plaid

Natasha wearing his comfy sweaters

Natasha running her hands through his curls

Natasha wearing his bathrobe

BRUCE WEARING NATASHA’S ROBE

Bruce just loving Nat’s red hair

Them being the perfect heights to dance with each other

Them knowing intimate secrets about each other

Them being tangled together in bed at night

THE WAY BRUCE SAYS HER NAME

-things i think and cry about constantly

  • russo brothers: clint and natasha are in love
  • joss whedon: nope it's bruce and natasha
  • russo brothers: steve is bi and was in love with both peggy and bucky
  • joss whedon: nope just peggy
  • russo brothers: steves worse fear is having to face his demons because he can't live without a war
  • joss whedon: okay we kinda agree on that one
  • russo brothers: natasha is a bamf independent woman whose past has really terrifying dark smudges
  • joss whedon: nope shes a romantic love interest and her only regret is being sterile and she wants to run away with bruce
  • russo brothers: clint is a bamf character who really cares for natasha
  • joss whedon: nope hes married and has kids despite flirting with natasha in multiple movies and not notifying his wife to let her know hes still alive
  • russo brothers: steve is a 3 dimensional character who has underlying issues but is a dedicated soldier and loyal friend who is mostly adjusted to the 21st century
  • joss whedon: hes a fossil fresh out of the 1940s who scolds people for their language

mydearestscatterheart  asked:

Hiii, do you still have the sailor moon font available? I found you by googling the font and I would really like to use it to add some banners to my twitch channel. I can link your tumblr or personal website as a thank you ♥

Sure thing!

@yen-sama, it looks like your original link for the Sailor Moon font is down, so I’ll go ahead and reupload it.

Dropbox link

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