Barnes Castle is an unfinished castle, with a number of defensive banks, on the slope of the Garleton Hills, located 5 kilometres (3.1 mi) north-east of Haddington and close to Athelstaneford in East Lothian, Scotland. The castle was started by Sir John Seton of Barnes, diplomat at the court of Philip II of Spain and later James VI’s Treasurer of the Household and an Extraordinary Lord of Session, who died in 1594. The entrance gate was in the center of the south-west wall. It was a modern and symmetrical design for its time.
Summary: You’ve been trying forever to get Steve to notice you, but he just never does, so you’ve come to your last resort: forties dancing.
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A/N: This is my first stand-alone imagine, so I hope it’s okay! Tell me what you think! :)
[Y/N] = your name [E/C] = eye color
“Come on, [Y/N], you have to feel the beat,” Bucky
instructed as he pulled you back and forth across the music-filled training
“I’m trying!” you whine in response as you accidentally
stepped on his foot yet again.
Without so much of a grimace, the assassin murmured, “I
think that was the thirty-fifth time today…. that’s a new record, even for
“Haha,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m doing my best here, so
cut me some slack.”
Bucky had been attempting to teach you the East Coast Swing
for the past few weeks. The dancing style was fairly simple, and the fact that
the man was the lead made your life easier; however, no matter how hard Bucky
tried to teach you, you seemed to always mess up.
Sure you always had a special interest in forties culture,
but there was a completely different reason for your interest in the ancient
form of dancing: a tall, strong, blond, blue-eyed reason. You had tried
everything to impress him, from fine-tuning your fighting skills to looking up
corny jokes online that could maybe make you seem more humorous and fun to be
around. Unfortunately, your super soldier crush was far too stupid to notice
you, so you were planning on taking more drastic measures to make yourself
“[Y/N],” Bucky called. “Earth to [Y/N]. Come on focus.”
When you snapped back to reality from you little daze, your
dance partner restarted the music. You furrowed your brows in determination and
stood up as straight as you could. You would get it right this time.
Several minutes later, as Bucky dipped you, he smiled, “You’re
Suddenly, someone from the entrance cleared their throat.
You quickly pushed yourself up, scared of who had caught you; no one was
supposed to know about your little scheme. Finally, looking up, you saw who was
there, and your heart immediately beat ten times faster.
Steven Grant Rogers.
The most perfect man to ever live.
His face was clearly strained, and his sky-blue eyes looked
between you and Bucky in a slightly angry manner.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he finally said, the anger in his
voice apparent. “But I need to speak to you, James.”
“You only call me ‘James’ when you’re pissed…” Bucky
mumbled. “Bye, [Y/N]. We’ll do that thing we were going do later, okay?”
You could not tell what Steve was thinking, but he was
clearly even angrier after Bucky’s last sentence to you as he marched out of the
room, not waiting for his friend to follow.
“Is it all set?” you call over your shoulder, checking your
outfit out one last time in the mirror.
Your ensemble included a longer, flowing dress that swirled
whenever you spun around and bright, red lipstick. It practically screamed “Forties.”
With a huff, Bucky replied, “For the billionth time, yes!”
“Okay, well, are you sure he’s even going to come? I mean,
sometimes he doesn’t like coming to Tony’s parties… and he doesn’t realize that
this one’s special.”
“[Y/N]. Listen to me. Everything is going to go perfectly.
Okay? In fact, let me explain exactly
what’s going to happen tonight. You’re going to walk in all pretty. He’s going
to see you and fall head over heels in love—well, more in love that I know he
already is. And you’re going to dance the night away like Cinderella, or
whatever, except that it’s not all going to go away the next morning. Does that
sound good enough to you?”
You simply rolled your eyes in response. For being a former brain-washed
assassin, he could certainly be a drama queen.
When you entered the party hall, your eyes immediately began
wandering the room. You finally saw him standing at the bar, and his blue eyes
locked with your [E/C] ones. The moment took the breath from your lungs, and
you were, yet again, unable to breathe. He suddenly looked away when he saw who
you had arrived with, and your heart sank.
“Don’t worry, doll,” Bucky whispered in your ear. “I’ll get
him to come over here.”
“Wha-Bucky! You can’t just tell him to dance with me!” you
squealed in shock, but he was already gone.
You watched as your dance instructor walked over to his best
friend. Steve’s face started out tense, but as Bucky explained something you
could not hear, your crush’s face slowly relaxed into a smile. Within less than
a minute he appeared in front of you with a sheepish grin.
“Good evening, ma’am. Would you mind if I asked you for a
dance?” he asked with a forties gentleman flair
“Well, I would love to, Captain,” you replied with a grin. “Though
I must warn you, I’m not good at dancing.”
He chuckled, “Neither am I…Maybe we just need the right
As you took his hand, you noticed Bucky nod to the DJ who
began playing an old swing song.
The more you danced, the clearer it became to you and Steve
that the two of you had found the right partner.
Knitting sculpture by Molly Spier ‘12. From Molly’s artist statement:
“I have been knitting for 10 years, starting when I was a wee camper at a summer camp in the San Juan Islands in Washington State. A woman named Jaina taught me. I remember trying to knit a square, but not having a command over the mechanics, the square increase itself, resulting in an unfinished triangle. Since that first project knitting has been a constant in my life. When I got to Bennington I started surfing knitting blogs. I noticed that knitting projects often weren’t just garments, but that it was possible to be sculptural, even representative through knitting. I took on small projects for friends, making Kiwi birds, bananas with peels, and an octopus with a beer bottle in each tentacle (aptly named 'Drunktopus’). Entering into Intro Sculpture with Jon Isherwood was a no-brainer. I knew that there were many different things to explore in the fiber medium, and taking sculpture classes has allowed me to get my hands dirty and make things I wouldn’t have expected. I have been making work in the Advanced Sculpture class for four terms now, moving from knitting to spinning to felting. It has been important for me to work in the fiber medium, and through this practice working to understand the significance of being a maker. This term my focus has been on needle felting and making collage. The entry of collage into my work came when I took Mary Lum’s Markmaking and Representation class. Collage is a satisfyingly fast-paced practice for me, while knitting and needle felting takes much more time.”
Ashley Park and Conrad Ricamora from the revival of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s ‘The King and I’ celebrate the musical’s new Broadway cast recording with a concert and CD signing at Barnes & Noble east 86th street on June 11, 2015 in New York City. (Photo by Walter McBride/Getty Images)