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anonymous asked:

There are post going around saying that you already have an extension out that restores the old look of reblog chains. Is this true or are people going around spreading false information, because I can't seem to find the extension? ^^'

We more or less do, but we haven’t pushed the update yet because

1.) We are still talking about some internal reorganization
and more importantly
2.) Only a few of us have actually gotten the new tumblr update, so we cannot review the extension until the others have the update as well. And we do not publish un-reviewed extensions

We promise that, as soon as we have the extension ready to download, we will make a post on this blog telling you people

personality theory resource list

because i’m trying to avoid academic and work related obligations

if any of the links are repeats, I don’t care. I typed this up in 15 minutes leave me alone

this only concerns mbti and enneagram since that’s all I care about

MBTI 101

The best resource is your own research, but here’s a starting point. Remember kids, you can’t be an INTX, and everyone hates MBTI because they think it’s all about letters– it’s not, its about functions.

Functions Test 1 / Functions Test 2 / Jungian Cognitive Functions / Function Theory / Type Theory / Good Type Descriptors (plus another test)

MBTI 202

If you really hate yourself to the point of doing even more relatively meaningless research (like me)

Introduction to Looping / We All Have All Eight Functions But What The Hell Do They Actually Do 

ENNEAGRAM 101

AKA, what the fuck do those numbers mean and what are my numbers? If MBTI is basic personality, these are your values and socialization that affect how your functions manifest.

Ennegream and Jung Test / Enneagram Tests / Enneagram Basics (incl. wing and instinctual variants / Basic Descriptors (scroll down)

ENNEAGRAM 202

More information for the intellectual masochists among us.

MBTI Correlations / MBTI vs. Enneagram / WTF is a tritype? / Tritype Quiz (semi accurate, take it as a starting point)

If anyone has anything to add, add it! If anyone disagrees fight me

Ten Powerful Quotes by Dr. John Henrik Clarke

1.  “History is a clock that people use to tell their political and cultural time of day. It is a compass they use to find themselves on the map of human geography. It tells them where they are but, more importantly, what they must be.”

2.  “I only debate with my equal. All others I teach.”

3.  “To be black and beautiful means nothing in this world unless we are black and powerful.”

4.  “Powerful people cannot afford to educate the people that they oppress, because once you are truly educated, you will not ask for power. You will take it.”

5.  “The first light of human consciousness and the world’s first civilizations were in Africa.”

6.  “The African man is the greatest fighting machine God ever created.”

7.  “Racists will always call you a racist when you identify their racism. To love yourself now – is a form of racism. We are the only people who are criticized for loving ourselves. And whyte people think when you love yourself you hate them. No, when I love myself they become irrelevant to me.”

8.  “Egypt gave birth to what later would become known as ‘Western Civilization,’ long before the greatness of Greece and Rome.”

9.  “It’s time for Black people to stop playing the separating game of geography, of where the slave ship put us down. We must concentrate on where the slave ship picked us up… Africans in the Americas must remember that the slave ships brought no West Indians, no Caribbeans, no Jamaicans or Trinidadians or Barbadians to this hemisphere. The slave ships brought only African people and most of us took the semblance of nationality from the places where slave ships dropped us off.”

10.  “The role of religions in the domination and destruction of African civilizations was ruthless… Islam was as guilty as all the rest.”

via Kentake Page

Also see: 

10 Facts You May Not Know About John Henrik Clarke

spooptythegnome asked:

Instructions on obtaining the rarest Pepe: 1. Create a Pepe. Make it intricate and sublime, unable to be replicated by anyone. 2. Print it out. You now possess a tangible Pepe. 3. Delete the original file. Empty your Recycling Bin. Reformat your hard drive just to be sure. The Pepe you printed is now the only one of it's kind. It is now the rarest Pepe (unless someone else had the same idea in which case it is tied for the title of rarest Pepe).

You were beaten there by a few months, friend.

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How to fix the new tumblr reblog layout! - Version 2

Well tumblr messed with the reblogging format again, so here is a quick step by step tutorial of how to fix it for roleplaying purposes! If you have seen my last one, you can pretty much skip to step 5 since all the other steps will just be a repeat! 

**Disclaimer This script so far only works on chrome! It was made by WolfSpirals who is a saint in my books** 

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So…am I the only one who’s picked up on a lot of foreshadowing involving Vaughn and psychos? Like I’m not even kidding it happens. Every. Single. Episode.

1 : Wearing the psycho mask/ will imitate psycho speech if Fiona doesn’t save him.

2 : Revealed to be really buff, like kinda reminiscent of the psycho body-type.

3: Vallory literally calls him a little psycho.

4: You’re forced to leave Vaughn on Pandora all alone. ( either with Cassius, Vallory’s crew, or straight up alone in New Haven)

…yeah so what’s gonna happen to Vaughn if Rhys can’t get back to Pandora until like, the present time frame? (which is set more or less a year later)

…you know what? Never mind I don’t like where this is going. ;_;

How to copy your main character HUD / Keybind / Shortcuts / macros to another character

So ! Today I logged in on I’silmë who is one of my alt, only to discover that everything had been reset :

As I had to fix it and I believe it might be annoying for anybody who has to face this sort of problem or just want to have the same interface on their alt and on their main, here is a little tutorial.


STEP 1 : Backup everything.

  • Click on “config’ on the launcher.
  • Click on “Back Up” .
  • Select again “Backup” and save your file with the date.


STEP 2 : Track your main character folder.

It could seem easy at first as you might think that 1 character = 1 folder, but NOPE. It seems that there are several folders for each of your characters and every time you create a character, even if you delete it 5mn after, the game creates its folder to never delete it.
So here is my FFXIV folder :D

TADAAAAAA~ !
Well, time to stop to panic and to actually find Ilwe’ran’s folder in the middle of that mess.

  • Open the game configuration folder : Documents\My Games\FINAL FANTASY XIV - A Realm Reborn
  • Scream 5mn.
  • On top right of your folder, open the research and click on “Last modified” then select “Earlier this week”
  • Right click on any .log file then select “Open file location”.

If you didn’t play with many character you should have found your main character’s folder. On my side it wasn’t that hard as I don’t play so many character and there were 457 log files in the folder. No way that I have that many with any other of my characters XD .


STEP 3 : Make sure that this folder is your main character’s one.

Easy step there : Select ANY other folder and place them in a new backup folder. I named mine = FFXIV-CHR = .

You don’t need to restart the game here, simply log off your character then log in again :

  • If your interface is still the same : CONGRATULATION ! You found your main character folder.
  • If your interface isn’t the same : NO PANIC ! You should now have a new folder with your character’s ID, you only have to fetch the folder with the same ID in the folder you dropped all the other character’s folder and simply drop it back in your FFXIV folder.

In any case : WRITE SOMEWHERE THAT THIS FOLDER IS YOUR MAIN CHARACTER ONE. Who knows, that might be useful at time !


STEP 4 : Sharing your main character’s interface, Macros, Keybind, etc. With another.

Now that you know which folder is the one interesting you, you can easily use it as a base to copy your informations everywhere.

  • Do NOT drop back your character’s folders in FFXIV’s folder. Instead, log in with the character you want to have the same interface as your main character. If you have a queue to log in, drop the queue right away : The character’s folder is already created !
  • Copy from your main character’s folder every single file aside the log folder, then paste everything on the brand new folder.
  • Select yes when Windows will ask you if you want to replace the old files by the new ones.

TADAAAAAA~ ! It’s now similar to your main character’s interface and all !


STEP 5 : Fixing the gears sets !

Because yes, the problems with this method is EVERYTHING is copied from your main character to your alt. Gear sets included which will might make you scream for a minute or two. But ! There is a solution ;) !

  • Once again, log off your character.
  • Find the folder which ID’s is the same as your alt in between the old folders stored in  = FFXIV-CHR = .
  • Inside the folder, find the file : GEARSET.DAT , copy it and past in in your new folder.
  • If this didn’t work, quit the game, repeat the copy / paste, this should fix the problem.


TADAAAAAA~ !

Be happy and don’t forget to reblog this ! It might be useful to someone else some day !!!

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1. 🙅🏼🙅🏼🙅🏼 - XXX For Explicit Content
2. ❌😴♥️ - Prohibit Slumber Amour
3. 🎤😮 - Microphobia
4. 😈 - The Devil Wears Grassi
5. 🏁 - Stay in Your Lane
6. 1⃣1⃣ - I’m Not the Only One (Feat. Sam Smith)
7. 🌹🏆 - Flower Power
8. ☝🏼👀🍂➡️💗 - Looking to the Right Because You Left (With my Heart)
9. 💔🔨 - Fractured
10. 💧💦💧💦💧 - Pentaholics When Mitch Takes a Selfie
11. 👫➡️🏠 - Practice Safe Sex at Home
12. 🎉💥🎉💥🎉 - Boom Clap the Sound of My Heart
13. 💡➡️🚪 - Shut the Lights Off When You Leave the Room

15 Truth’s to being a Professional Dancer

By:  Melanie Doskocil

1. Dance is hard. – No dancer ever became successful riding on their natural born talents only. Dancers are artists and athletes. The world of dance today is akin to an extreme sport. Natural ability and talent will only get us so far. Dancers must work hard and persevere. Dancers give years of their lives plus their sweat, tears and sometimes blood to have the honor and pleasure of performing on stage.

2. You won’t always get what you want. – We don’t always get the role we wanted, go on pointe when we want, get the job we want, hear the compliments we want, make the money we want, see companies run the way we want, etc, etc.  This teaches us humility and respect for the process, the art form and the masters we have chosen to teach us. The faster we accept this, the faster we can get on with being brilliant.  We’ll never be 100% sure it will work, but we can always be 100% sure doing nothing won’t work.

3. There’s a lot you don’t know. – There is always more a dancer can learn. Even our least favorite teachers, choreographers and directors can teach us something. The minute we think we know it all, we stop being a valuable asset.

4. There may not be a tomorrow. – A dancer never knows when their dance career will suddenly vanish: a company folds, career ending injury, car accident, death…Dance every day as if it is the final performance. Don’t save the joy of dance for the stage. Infuse even your routine classroom exercises with passion!

5. There’s a lot you can’t control. – You can’t control who hires you, who fires you, who likes your work, who doesn’t, the politics of being in a company. Don’t waste your talent and energy worrying about things you can’t control. Focus on honing your craft, being the best dancer you can be. Keep an open mind and a positive attitude.

6. Information is not true knowledge. – Knowledge comes from experience.  You can discuss a task a hundred times, go to 1000 classes, but unless we get out there and perform we will only have a philosophical understanding of dance. Find opportunities to get on stage.  You must experience performance firsthand to call yourself a professional dancer.

7. If you want to be successful, prove you are valuable. – The fastest way out of a job is to prove to your employer they don’t need you. Instead, be indispensable. Show up early, know your material, be prepared, keep your opinions to yourself unless they are solicited and above all be willing to work hard.

8. Someone else will always have more than you/be better than you.  – Whether it’s jobs or money or roles or trophies, it does not matter. Rather than get caught up in the drama about what others are doing around you, focus on the things you are good at, the things you need to work on and the things that make you happiest as a dancer.

9. You can’t change the past. – Everyone has a past. Everyone has made mistakes, and everyone has glorious moments they want to savor. “Would you keep a chive in your tooth just because you enjoyed last night’s potato?” Boston Common TV Series. Dance is an art form that forces us to concentrate on the present. To be a master at dance we have be in the moment; the minute the mind wanders, injuries happen. If they do, see #12.

10. The only person who can make you happy is you. – Dancing in and of itself cannot make us happy.  The root of our happiness comes from our relationship with ourselves, not from how much money we make, what part we were given, what company we dance for, or  how many competitions we won.  Sure these things can have effects on our mood, but in the long run it’s who we are on the inside that makes us happy.

11. There will always be people who don’t like you. – Dancers are on public display when they perform and especially in this internet world, critics abound. You can’t be everything to everyone.  No matter what you do, there will always be someone who thinks differently.  So concentrate on doing what you know in your heart is right.  What others think and say about you isn’t all that important.  What is important is how you feel about yourself.

12. Sometimes you will fail. – Sometimes, despite our best efforts, following the best advice, being in the right place at the right time, we still fail. Failure is a part of life. Failure can be the catalyst to some of our greatest growth and learning experiences. If we never failed, we would never value our successes. Be willing to fail. When it happens to you (because it will happen to you), embrace the lesson that comes with the failure.

13. Sometimes you will have to work for free. – Every professional dancer has at one time or another had to work without pay. If you are asked to work for free, be sure that you are really ok with it. There are many good reasons to work for free, and there are just as many reasons not to work for free. Ask yourself if the cause is worthy, if the experience is worth it, if it will bring you joy. Go into the situation fully aware of the financial agreement and don’t expect a hand out later.

14. Repetition is good. Doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result is insane. – If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re getting.  If you keep doing the bare minimum of required classes, don’t complain to your teacher when you don’t move up to the next level. If you only give the bare minimum in your company, be happy staying in the corps. If you want to grow beyond your comfort zone, you must push yourself beyond your self-imposed limitations.

15. You will never feel 100% ready. – Nobody ever feels 100% ready when an opportunity arises.  Dancers have to be willing to take risks. From letting go of the ballet barre to balance, to moving around the world to dance with a new company, from trusting a new partner to trying a new form of dance, dancers must have a flexible mind and attitude as well as body. The greatest opportunities in life force us to grow beyond our comfort zones, which means you won’t feel totally comfortable or ready for it.

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We Go Together (Grease Au) Part 3

Summary: Dean and the reader meet during summer vacation and fall in love, only to have to separate at the end. They’re both surprised when they end up at the same school after the reader moves. (Basically Grease but in modern times).

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,599

Warnings: None. 

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! Let me know! baby-youreso-classic, you’re the bae ;D

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anonymous asked:

hi selena :3 i'm new to the vixx fandom.. could you recommend me some good variety shows that vixx was part of?

ohh hello there! and welcome to the vixx fandom ^^

okay so from the ones i know there are:

  • Running Man (w/ N only) (engsub)
  • Weekly Idol (part 1/part 2)
  • Infinite Challenge (part 1/2/3/4)
  • Hello Counselor (w/ Ken only) (eng sub)
  • We Got Married (a short part w/ N only) (video)
  • Let’s Go! Dream Team II (Leo & Ravi) (engsub)
  • Let’s Go! Dream Team II (Hongbin/Leo/Ken) (engsub)
  • Let’s Go! Dream Team II (Leo) (engsub)
  • Let’s Go! Dream Team 2013 (video)
  • Let’s Go! Dream Team II (Leo) (engsub)
  • King of Masked Singer (w/ Ken) (1/2/3)
  • Law of the Jungle (a short part w/ Hyuk) (engsub)
  • Off to School (w/ N) (engsub ep 1/2/3)
  • EunHee Counseling Show (engsub part 1/2/3)
  • Beatles Code (engsub part 1/2)
  • A Song For You (engsub)
  • After School Club (Hyde) (engsub)
  • After School Club (Voodoo Doll) (engsub)
  • After School Club (Error) (engsub)
  • After School Club (LR) (engsub)

if anyone know more feel free to add them :)

littlesparkelingsims asked:

Hey !! I love your recolors and i was wondering if you maybe could recolor the cash registers from gtw ? i need some cute colors... hope you're having a nice day/evening !

1. Download Bizoleons Cash Register (left):

(from my server) (from Dropbox) (from simfileshare)


2. Download Suros Pecuniary Cash Register (right, unlocked): 

(from my server) (from Dropbox) (from simfileshare) 


If you have these recolors in your game and decide you have no use for the EA version, I also made a mod that hides the EA version so you can only see mine in the catalog. Click here!

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Elements of a soulmate. 💕💞

I found these and I really like them, I love number two because I’ve had those weird déjà vu feels a lot with him. But all of these I have with him 💓
1. It’s something inside. Describing how a soul mate makes you feel is difficult. It’s a tenacious, profound and lingering emotion which no words can encompass.

2. Flashbacks. If your partner is your soul mate, chances are he or she has been present in your past lives. You might even feel an odd sense of déjà vu, as if the moment in time has already taken place, perhaps a long time ago, perhaps in a different setting.

3. You just get each other. Ever met two people who finish each others sentences? Some people call that spending too much time together, but I call it a soul mate connection. You might experience this with your best friend or your mother, but it is the telltale sign of a soul mate when you experience it with your partner.

4. You fall in love with his (or her) flaws. No relationship is perfect, and even soul mate relationships will experience ups and downs. Still, that bond will be much harder to break. Soul mates have an easier time of accepting, even learning to love, each others imperfections.

5. It’s intense. A soul mate relationship may be more intense than normal relationships, in both good and sometimes bad ways. The most important thing is that, even during negative episodes, you’re focused on resolving the problem and can see beyond the bad moment.

6. You two against the world. Soul mates often see their relationship as “us against the world.” They feel so linked together that they’re ready and willing to take on any feat of life, so long as they have their soul mate by their side.

7. You’re mentally inseparable. Soul mates often have a mental connection similar to twins. They might pick up the phone to call each other at the exact same time. Though life may keep you apart at times, your minds will always be in tune if you are soul mates.

8. You feel secure and protected. Regardless of the gender of your partner, he or she should always make you feel secure and protected. Your soul mate will make you feel like you have a guardian angel by your side. A person who plays on your insecurities, whether consciously or subconsciously, is not your soul mate.

9. You can’t imagine your life without him (or her). A soul mate is not someone you can walk away from that easily. It is someone you can’t imagine being without, a person you believe is worth sticking with and fighting for.

10. You look each other in the eye. Soul mates have a tendency to look into each others eyes when speaking more often than ordinary couples. It comes naturally from the deep-seated connection between them. Looking a person in the eye when speaking denotes a high level of comfort and confidence.

“Six” pt 4: Blank Space

You discover a bit more about your past. Steve has a heart to heart with Peggy. Things heat up at Clint’s birthday party.

Continued from the series Mayday

Captain America x Reader (Six)


“I don’t understand. So you don’t know my identity?” I sat at the long conference table. The room was mostly empty; only Maria and Steve were with me. “And I’m a news reporter?”


Maria shook her head. “No, not really. We think, based on this, that you worked for French Intelligence. On December 10, 1979, your convoy was hit on a road outside of Tehran. You were undercover posing as a news team, covering the events of the U.S. Embassy hostage crisis. In case you don’t remember, a group of students took 55 embassy workers hostage, and kept them there for over a year. We aren’t sure whether you were there to retrieve anyone in particular, or just to gather information. We aren’t 100% sure that you were an intelligence agent, but it looks incredibly likely. Your identity only goes back to 1975. Before that is nothing. It’s just a shell.”


I looked at the folder in front of me. A glossy printout of myself, with different hair, stared back up at me. I hadn’t aged a day. I looked from Maria to Steve. “So I’ve been gone for 36 years? Nearly four decades?” They both nodded. “What happened to the other people in the convoy? I remember them. A fake news team? That explains why my gun was hidden under the seat and was not on me.” I shook my head. “If I’d have had it on me, I could have defended all of us. My friends wouldn’t be dead. But no, it was under the seat.”


“Six, if you’d have gotten to your gun faster, Bucky would have still taken you. You didn’t have the serum back then. You weren’t a strong enough opponent.” Steve sighed, looking frustrated. “He would have still killed them.”


“So they’re all dead?” I knew Steve spoke of Bucky separately from the Winter Soldier, but they were still firmly the same man in my mind.


“No. They aren’t all dead. One lived. His cover name was Patrick O'Flanaghan.” Maria slid a stack of photos towards me. I looked at the one on the top. “We don’t know where he is now, or who he is, or if he’s still alive.”


I picked up the picture. “Dan.”


“What?” Maria asked me.


“His name is Dan. Dan Lagherty. His real name was Dan.” I slid my finger down the photo. I didn’t remember much about Dan. But I remembered his name.


“An Irish man was working with French intelligence?” She looked at me, brows furrowed.


“No. Don’t be so simplistic. His mother is French, his father was Irish.” I stopped. “I don’t know how I know that.”


“Do you remember the other people in the photos?” Steve leaned forward. I began to flip through them. It was like reliving the dream about the attack, only worse. Now I knew these people were real and had been my friends, and I also knew they were dead. They were all dead, except for Dan Lagherty. They were dead because Hydra had wanted me.  


“Frank. Peter. Adrien. Lamar. Bianca. Arman was our contact in Iran.” I slid the photos away from me. They hurt to look at. None of the people were over the age of forty. They were all so young. “I don’t remember other last names. Only first.”


“I’ll tell Jim, see if he can get anywhere with a little more info. And I’ll start looking.” Maria stood up. She made like she was going to leave, but she stopped and turned to me. She looked at the floor, then back to me. “Six, I’m sorry. About your friends.” I only nodded, and she took her leave.


Steve and I sat there for a while in silence. I finally spoke. “So I guess we’re not much closer to finding out who I am, then.”


He shook his head sadly. “Not really, no. But you’ve given us a good start. Besides, are you sure you’re ready?”


“What do you mean? I need to find out at some point.” I was absentmindedly tracing the outline of my own face in the old photograph. I did look different. I looked softer. Happier. The last 36 years had not been kind.


“There’s no easy way to put this.” He reached out a hand and placed it on mine. “You’re supposed to be in your sixties right now. You may have family. You may have siblings, sisters or brothers. Cousins. Your parents might even still be alive. But they’ll be very old. If you have a husband or a wife, they’re nearly seventy now. They’re almost forty years ahead of you.”


“You lost seventy years, and you’re all right. Aren’t you?” I looked diligently into his eyes. He glanced away, before returning my gaze and beginning to speak.


“Everyone I knew is dead. Except Bucky. And except Peggy.” He took in a sharp breath. There was a hurt behind his eyes that ran silently beneath all of his false bravado. He was a wounded man.


“Peggy was the Agent. From the war.” I cocked my head to the side. “You were fond of her?”


Steve nodded. “Yes. Very. She… she talked to me all the way into the ice. She was on my mind when I went down, and she was on my mind when I woke up. I found her. She’s an old woman now. Very old. She’s in a nursing home.” He looked at his hand in his lap, at his other hand on mine, at the wall, at the table… he didn’t seem to know what to do with himself. I placed my other hand on top of his. He seemed surprised. I had noticed that I was remembering how to be human, little by little.


“It makes you think of what you lost?” It was more of a statement than a question.


Steve nodded in affirmation. “Yes. And God, I’m glad she’s still here, and I’m glad she knows I didn’t die, and that I know she had a good life. But it’s hard, Six. These people… they lived their entire existence without us. And we were supposed to be there along with them.” He licked his lips, biting one while he thought of what to say next. “I just want you to be prepared. It’s going to be sad.”


“I’m sorry about Peggy, Steve.”


“It’s nothing to be sorry about. I did what I had to do. She lived a really full life. It’s hard to see her layed up in a hospital bed, forgetting things. But it’s done. I can’t rewrite the past.” He squeezed my hand, and got up from the table. We both approached the door, but I stopped.


A thought hit me. “It won’t… it won’t matter if I have family. I can never see them. Hydra will find me or use them against me. They could be in danger right now.”


Steve closed his eyes. When he opened them, he looked determined. “That too. They may be people you can never see, in order to protect them.”


“This is a lot to take in.” I leaned against the door. Steve put his hand on my back. I leaned against him instead.


“I know.” He put an arm around me and hugged me close to his side.

* * *


“Steve, when did you get here?” Peggy looked up from her hospital bed, her long gray lashes fluttering open. She smiled.


“Just now, Peggy. How’s my best girl doing today?” Steve took the frail, elderly hand that was reaching for his.


“She’s doing all right.” Peggy grinned like an imp. “And she’s entirely too old for you to keep calling her your best girl.””


“Never too old.” Steve chuckled. “Nonsense!”


“I’ve been too old for a long time now.” Peggy looked around secretively. “Shh, don’t tell anyone. They might not let you in to see me!”


Steve leaned back in the armchair. He was glad to see Peggy so lucid today. It was hit or miss, really. Some days she knew she was old and in a nursing home, and that Steve was out of the ice and the war was over. Some days she thought it was 1944. Some days she couldn’t remember that he’d ever been to visit her before. Any combination of the three broke his heart in different ways. He may be hailed as the legendary Captain America, but Peggy had really devoted her life to this adoptive country of hers. And she’d lived to tell the tale.


“What’s going on in your world, Captain?” Her eyes shone as she looked at him.


“Entirely too much.” He trailed off. “Entirely too much.”


“How is Bucky?”


“He’s good. He and Mayday moved in together. She’s good for him.” Steve left it at that, but Peggy, even in her dementia induced fog, was much too clever.


“And the answer is in what you aren’t saying.” She peered at him. “Has something gone wrong? You all stopped that bomb, correct? Is there something new?”


Steve blew out a deep breath that he hadn’t been aware he was holding. “Yes.”


“Well, out with it. You know I can’t do anything from this hospital. I need to live vicariously through Captain America now.”


“I can’t tell you too much.”


“I know. It’s classified.”


“I’d tell you everything if I could.”


“I know, Steve. But I’m an old woman who can’t remember much. You can’t tell me anything secret. I know.”


“Someone showed up at the tower. She’s running. She’s… a lot like me. And Bucky. She’s old, but she’s still young. Frozen.” He ran a hand through his hair. “She came looking for me, to help her.”


“And you are, I’m sure.” Peggy never doubted her Captain America.


“I’m trying. But she’s complicated and it’s going to get more complicated.” He perked up a bit, if only for show. “But anyways, I’m sure it will work itself out.” He looked down at Peggy. She was staring off into space. “Peg?”


“Hmm? Oh, hi Steve. When did you get here?” She beamed up at him, with the same eyes that had looked on him so fondly seventy years before.


“Oh, just now, Peggy.” Steve smiled at her, trying not to show his sadness.


“I’ve been thinking, Steve.” She had begun to trace circles on the back of his hand.


“About what?”


“I think I’m going to end up disappointing you, Steve.”


“How so? You could never disappoint me.” Steve squeezed her hand.


“Well, I just don’t think I’ll be able to swing that dance I promised you, all those years ago.” She wiggled her legs beneath the blankets. “I can’t walk.”


“It’s okay, Peggy. I never learned to dance anyway. I’d probably step on your feet.”


Peggy gave Steve a knowing look. “Steve, I think it’s time you thought about maybe finding a new dancing partner.”


“Peggy, I’m fine. I’m good. Don’t worry about me.” He tried putting on a happy front, but Peggy was having none of his bullshit.


“No, no. I know you’ve been dating. I also know you’ve been half-assing your way through it.” Peggy started, then held up her finger as Steve began to object. “You think you’re the only person who visits me?”


Steve stopped, flummoxed. Who was visiting Peggy? He thought for a minute. The only other person who cared at all about Steve’s love life was… “Natasha?”


Peggy nodded. “You think all you young people are the only ones good at espionage.”


Steve gave her an amused look. Even in her nineties, and forgetful as she was, she still had complete control over where she got her information.


“But as I was saying, you need to find another dancing partner. Your real one.” Peggy was serious. Very serious.


“You were my real one.”


“Yes, Steve, I was. A long time ago. But what we had ended when you went into the ice.” She looked sad, but she quickly put on a strong front. “I’ve had a good life, Steve. A great life. Adventure, romance, everything. I never forgot my Soldier, but I had to move on eventually. And you do too.”


Steve looked at the ground. He knew she was right. He’d been in love with her. And she’d been in love with him, too. Agent Peggy Carter had been larger than life, tough as nails. She’d challenged him. But they were now on opposite sides of a chasm that could never be crossed. “I know, Peggy. And I’m trying. I really am. I can’t let go of my best girl though.”


“Nothing’s ever really over, Steve.” Peggy smiled softly. “But times change.” She looked him up and down. “Yes.” She nodded.


“Yes what?” He asked. He wasn’t sure if she’d forgotten the conversation again.


“Yes, I know you’re trying. And you’ll meet someone. And she’ll be cold, and she’ll be ruthless, and she’ll be everything you’re not.” Peggy’s eyes were like fire.


“And let me guess, I’ll melt her heart?” Steve raised his eyebrows playfully.


“Not at all. She’ll melt yours.” Peggy turned and looked directly into his eyes. Steve froze. Cold and ruthless and everything he wasn’t? He stared at Peggy. How could she even know? Did she just know his type? Did he have a type? He thought back to the last few women he’d dated. They hadn’t been cold or ruthless. And he had to admit, things hadn’t worked out with any of them. But how did Peggy know? He’d told her very little about Six, and nothing about his feelings towards the woman; if he could even figure those out. She was still a shell of a person, but with an incredibly strong and hardheaded personality. And he didn’t know what he thought about her history with Bucky and all of the spying. He was just confused, through and through. How had Peggy even known?


“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Rogers.” Peggy squinted at him.


“No. I’m just… I’m wondering how you know that.”


“You young people aren’t the only ones who can read a person, either.” She said back tartly. “But you can’t stop visiting me.”


“I’ll always be here for you Peggy, you won’t get rid of me that easily.”


“Good. Because no one else around here has good looking men visiting them. It would get rather dull without you coming around every once in a while.” Peggy laughed, and Steve smiled. Everything she said and did made him realize he’d missed out on a lifetime with an amazing woman. As though reading his mind, Peggy squeezed his hand again. “Don’t go getting that look on your face.”


“What look?”


“That look like your life just flashed before your eyes.”


“I can’t help it. We would have been quite a pair, Ms. Carter.”


“We would have. But you have a lifetime to find the right dancing partner. Don’t waste it wondering what could have happened. We had our time.”


“I guess we did.” Steve blushed, thinking back to stolen glances and kisses in broom closets and empty offices back during the war, when they had both been young. “I guess we did. We had some great times.”


Peggy grinned, obviously remembering the same memories from so long ago. Then she looked out into the hallway, then back at Steve. “Steve!” She exclaimed delightedly. “When did you get here?”


Steve sighed, putting a grin onto his handsome face. He loved this woman dearly, and it cut him like a knife every time reality hit him. “Just now, Peggy. Just now.”

* * *


“So I killed everyone in this convoy, apparently, to abduct her.” Bucky had his head in his hands, and was looking down into the cup of coffee Mayday had placed in front of him. A spoonful of sugar and enough milk to make it technically not really count as coffee anymore. She sat down across from him at their small dining room table.


“So that’s what Steve came over for.” Mayday glanced at the file folder that was under Bucky’s elbow, on the table. “But Bucky, we already knew you took her.”


“I know, but it was always possible, if unlikely, that her dream was wrong. She doesn’t like me; it’s not a stretch that she’d insert me into a memory instead of the real villain.” He stirred his coffee unhappily. “Now we know for sure. These people she remembers are actually dead.”


“We don’t know for sure it was you.” Mayday supplied hopefully, though at this point she knew it was probably true.


“I looked at photographs of the convoy. It was definitely me. That damage has my name on it.”


“Bucky, it wasn’t you-you, all right? You didn’t choose to do this. Who knows what they told you you were doing? I can’t see them coming in and saying ‘Okay Buck today you’re going to kill five innocent French spies and an Iranian spy, who are trying to save people from the Embassy, and abduct one of them to bring her back for experimentation.’ There’s no way you’d have done it. You were alone, brainwashed, and they probably told you that you were saving the free world or something.”


“It doesn’t matter. I killed five of them. Maybe I killed the one who lived later, I don’t know. And I took someone who had a life and they erased it.” He looked up at Mayday, his head still in his hands. “She turned into that monster because I took her. How many others did I abduct? How many people. Mayday?”


“I don’t know. Babe. I don’t know.” She looked dejectedly out the dining room window. “Listen, you abducted her. Yeah. But you chose not to take her life. That’s got to count for something.”


“I’m really not sure she’s going to be redeemable, to be honest.”


“You were. And you were gone decades longer than she was.” Mayday pointed out. “You gave her a second chance; now you need to actually give her a second chance.


“What do you mean? I am.”


Mayday shook her head. “Steve seems to think she’s making a lot of progress. Correct me if I’m wrong, but he actually seems to like her company.”


“Steve’s in over his head.”


“Is he?”


“I’m not sure what you’re getting at. Why do you care whether I dislike Six? We have every reason in the world to hate each other.”


“Yes, you do. But maybe if you’re a little more accepting of her, it’ll push you along as well.”

* * *


That evening the phone on the wall of my room rang. I was reading from a laptop that Tony had delivered to me. It was monitored 100% of the time, but it was also linked to several websites where I could catch up on what had happened since I’d been taken. So far, the entire concept of the eighties was baffling me.


I reached over from my pile of blankets and picked up the phone. “Hello?”


“Six. It’s Natasha.”


I looked oddly at the phone. Natasha? Why was Natasha calling me? “Oh, hi, Natasha.”


“Hi. Listen. Everyone is going out tonight, for pizza and probably to a bar afterwards. Everyone who’s in town, anyways. Clint just got back in and it’s his birthday.” Natasha explained. I nodded, but wasn’t really sure what this had to do with me. “I checked with Maria, and they said it’s fine if I bring you along.”


“You want me to come with you? Why?” I didn’t mean to sound suspicious, but I was.


“Because you need to get out. Do you think you can handle the crowds? It’s Friday night. The bar will be full of drunk people.”


I thought for a minute. “I… I think so. I can leave if I don’t want to be there?”


“Yes. If there’s a problem I’ll bring you home.”


Home. That word hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t feel like this place was home. I didn’t feel like anywhere was home. But they thought I was starting to belong here. “Will Steve be there?”


“Yes. He’s had some stuff to do today but he should be there.” Natasha replied.


That was good. I felt calmer with Steve around. “Okay.”


“All right. I’ll be up to get you in an hour.” Natasha told me, then started speaking again. “Just wear that black outfit Mayday gave you.”


“Oh… okay.” I hung up the phone. It hadn’t occurred to me what I’d wear, but I was vaguely cognizant of the fact that people dressed up to go out. A memory flashed through my mind. I was standing at a bathroom cabinet, in a paisley shirt. My long hair was parted down the middle, and I was rimming my eyes with Kohl eyeliner. The bathroom was unfamiliar. A voice called from the other room. “Hon are you ready to go?”


I finished up with the eyeliner and put it into a drawer. “Yes, Luc, I’ll be out in a second.”


I paused. Who was Luc and where had I been? I’d been speaking French; so had he. I shook my head to clear it. Nothing more was coming up. I sighed. If remembering was like this, it was going to take a very long time to figure out my entire life. I picked up the phone, and asked Friday to call Natasha for me. She answered on the first ring.


“It’s Nat.”


“Natasha, do you have any eyeliner?”

* * *


“Why are you bringing me along again?” I asked as Natasha pulled into a parking space at a small pizzeria in Brooklyn. I was wearing the black outfit she’d instructed me to put on, and she’d brought me some eyeliner, though she thought that was an odd request until I explained I’d had a flashback of actually using the stuff. Heavily. If my flashback was correct, I’d practically drowned myself in eyeliner in the seventies.


She sighed and looked at me. Wanda leaned forward from the backseat. “Because you’re weird and we need to get you unweird.”


Natasha peered at me. “Yeah, pretty much what she said. You aren’t going to get back to normal sitting in a tower all the time. The real world- the actual real world- is full of reckless people doing stupid, boozy things on Friday nights. You need to get used to the normal people again.”


I nodded. “I didn’t think you all liked me very much.” I stated bluntly.


Wanda and Natasha exchanged a look. “Well, to be honest, I didn’t. We got off to kind of a crap start, what with trying to kill each other and all. But, you seem to be clean.” Nat shrugged.


“And it’s not like either of us had the most fabulous beginnings either.” Wanda pointed out. I raised my eyebrows. I knew about Natasha being a spy. What had Wanda been? She continued. “I spent my early life, with my brother, in captivity. Actively working against the Avengers. Until I figured out they were the good guys. They had no reason to trust me, either.”


“So we’re all coming back from the dark?” I looked at the two women sitting in the car with me. A small redhead in a black jumpsuit with stilettos, and a taller brunette in jeans and the red leather jacket she always wore. They both nodded. “Okay then.” I said under my breath.


“Ladies need to help each other out. Look out for each other.” Natasha got out of the car. “The world is a cruel place. We don’t need to make it worse.”


I followed them out and into the restaurant. A group of people were sitting at a booth in the back corner. I recognized Bruce, Bucky, Mayday, Maria, Sam, Tony, and Steve. Another man stood up; smaller than Steve but blonde and substantial. He smiled as we approached. “Nat!”


“Barton! The lure of the big city was too much, huh?” Natasha smiled and hugged her friend.


“Never. But alas, duty calls.” He grinned down at her. “The wife and kids say hello. They want to know when you’re coming to visit.”


“As soon as I can get away again.” She avoided the question. I knew Nat had been searching for the General tirelessly. Unfortunately I didn’t know where he had gone. Natasha turned. “Clint, this is… Six.”


Clint’s eyes fell on me, and a dark look passed over them for just a millisecond. He’d known I was at the tower for sure, but he hadn’t actually seen me yet. He put the suspicion away as quickly as it had come, and smiled warmly, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you, Six. Welcome.”


Wanda giggled. I raised my brows while shaking his hand. “Dad Barton, holding down the fort since 1977.” She proclaimed loudly. He rolled his eyes and pulled her into a hug.


“How many times do I have to tell you all to stop calling me ‘Dad’ Barton?!” He asked, feigning exasperation. Everyone took a seat. I was crammed between Natasha and Tony. Steve shot me a look from down the table, as though to ask if I was okay. I nodded back at him, nearly imperceptibly.


“Until one of us dies, bud. Until one of us dies.” Natasha replied, removing her jacket.


The pizzas came and went, and when we were finished eating we gathered our things and prepared to walk to a bar down the street. Before we left, Natasha, Maria, and Wanda dragged me off to the ladies room.


“You doing okay, Six?” Maria asked me as we entered the small bathroom. Wanda raced into a stall. Natasha fixed her lipstick, then also turned to me.


“Yes. I’m all right.” I looked around. “Why did we all come to the bathroom?”


They exchanged a glance. “I guess it’s pretty common for women to travel to the bathroom in groups. There’s no real reason why. Maybe because we can talk and pee at the same time, so we do.” Wanda stated from inside the stall.


“Pretty much what she said.” Maria shrugged. “The men do it too. They just pretend it’s weird when we do it. And assume all we do is talk about them in here.”


Natasha laughed. “God if they knew what we really talked about in here.” Wanda came out of the stall and washed her hands.


“What do we really talk about in here?” I asked. I was getting a fuzzy memory of being a child, and being in the bathroom at school. We were supposed to be in class, but my friend and I were coloring in our coloring books on the floor of the bathroom instead.


“What do we NOT talk about in here?” A woman we didn’t know left the other stall. I had known she was in here, but Wanda was startled. The woman washed her hands and left.


“That lady knows how it is.” Natasha pointed out. “Let’s go. And guys, in case anyone forgot, it’s Bucky’s turn to make sure Tony doesn’t sing anything embarrassing for Karaoke. It is NOT my turn again.”


“You failed miserably last time when he sang 'Ice Ice Baby.’ Though he did rock the mic like a vandal.” Wanda rolled her eyes.


“He told me he was singing 'Freebird!” Natasha protested as we left the room.

* * *


Two hours later, we were a few drinks down at the bar. Well, most of us were. Natasha and Sam were driving, so they hadn’t had anything. Steve and Bucky, it turns out, couldn’t even get buzzed due to their serum. And that was true for me, as well. So half of us were drinking sodas like they were going out of style, and the other half were draining pitchers of beer. It turned out there was no Karaoke, which everyone was thankful for and made sure to point out to Tony. At nine pm a band set up and began playing on a small stage. While I wasn’t really one to be able to judge music, I couldn’t say they were good, but they also weren’t terrible.


“Oh, oh, you hear what song they aren’t playing?” Natasha paused, her hand to her ear. “You hear that Stark?”


“Shove it, Natasha.” Tony threw his dart at the dartboard, missing any points by a mile.


“Do you hear it, Clint?” Nat was still standing very still, as though listening for something. “It’s not Vanilla Ice.”


“I rocked the mic. You know I did.” Tony frowned. “Hell, my company probably made the mic.”


Wanda and Sam snorted.


“Okay, Miss Interpretive Dance. Like you did any better.” Tony threw back a drink of beer.


“Beyonce is always better than Vanilla Ice.” Wanda smiled charmingly at Tony. I looked at Steve.


“Who are they talking about? They’ve mentioned this Vanilla Ice a few times.” I whispered to Steve. He smiled amusedly.


“They’re musicians. Vanilla Ice from the nineties, and Beyonce is all over the radio today. Everyone loves Beyonce, and… everyone secretly loves Vanilla Ice but doesn’t want to admit it. Or at least that’s what I’ve concluded so far.” Steve leaned back in his chair, his brown leather jacket hanging off the back. He had on a tight blue tee shirt, jeans, and boots.


“Oh.” I nodded. Apparently 'Ice Ice Baby’ was a song everyone loved to hate. I looked around. The bar wasn’t that crowded, thankfully. I’d carefully cataloged everyone in here when we arrived; no one seemed suspicious or out of place.


“Bars kind of lose their allure when it basically doesn’t matter if you’re drinking beer or water.” Steve gestured at our sodas.


“I don’t remember really, but I don’t think I was ever a big drinker.” I shrugged. I didn’t care. I was out with actual people doing normal person things, not stuck at the tower or in cryo. Never in my wildest dreams had I even imagined that hanging out on a Friday night was a thing I could do. Or would ever do. The band started another song, and it was really awful. Bucky and Mayday had been dancing, but it was so bad they came back to sit down. Everyone in the room went back to sit down. All of a sudden our side of the room was very crowded with people actively trying to get away from the bad music. Steve saw me look around, slightly anxious.


“You want to get some air?” He asked. I nodded. He grabbed his jacket, and we slipped out the back door to a deserted patio. It had been raining, but there was a pause in the downpour. We stood outside enjoying the silence. “I didn’t expect you to come out tonight.” Steve finally said.


“I didn’t either. Natasha invited me. She and Wanda were… very nice.”


“I’m glad you did.”


“It’s a little overwhelming, but I assume I’ll get used to it.” I looked around the patio. “I hear you live in Brooklyn?”


“I do. A few streets over.” Steve nodded. “Maybe you’ll see my house sometime. It’s not much. But it’s a nice little place.”


“I’d like that.” I replied. I looked up as raindrops started falling on my head. A thunderclap rang out, and then lightning flashed, and the rain broke loose. Steve reached out without hesitating, grabbed me, and pulled me under the small awning before I got too soaked.


The awning was tiny, and had barely enough room for Steve under it, let alone both of us.


“Damn. That hit fast.” He shrugged out of his jacket and put it around my shoulders. I was acutely aware of how close our bodies were to one another, and I could tell by Steve’s awkward movements and how he was slightly out of breath, that he was too. His hands pulled the jacket around me and pulled me slightly closer to him. I put my hands up against his chest. I looked up into his eyes.


“Yes. It did.” I wasn’t sure if I was talking about the weather, or about the current circumstances. His arms had found their way around me slightly, as though he couldn’t decide if he was just warming me up or was wrapping them around me. His lips were inches from mine and his eyes were fixed on mine.


“This is probably a bad idea.” He whispered, pulling me closer.


“Probably it is.” I agreed, but I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to. A lot of things were up in the air right now. Basically everything. But Steve, well, Steve felt right. I stood on my toes and brought my lips up to his. He drew in a deep breath, pulling me tightly against him. His lips were soft against mine; his stubble was a rough contrast. I brought my hand up around his neck as he bent into the kiss. It was amazing. I forgot about the bad music, the crowded bar; I forgot about everything for a few moments. We were both lost in the kiss so completely, it knocked us both out into the rain when the door was opened from the inside and Bucky walked out.


“Hey Steve, Six, we gotta go. Maria said some information just came through from the CIA and-” Bucky stopped short and stared at us. Steve still had his arms around me, but now we were in the downpour. “What were you guys just doing?”


“Uhhh… nothing.” I replied, at the same time Steve said, “Kissing.”


I forgot, Steve never lied. I rolled my eyes. That was a stupid move, Steve. Bucky really didn’t like me. He clearly wasn’t thrilled I’d been kissing his best friend. Bucky glared at me, turned on his heel, and marched back into the bar.


Continued in “Six” pt 5: Don’t Fear the Reaper

11 Things Smart People Won't Say

No matter how talented you are or what you’ve accomplished, there are certain phrases that instantly change the way people see you and can forever cast you in a negative light. These phrases are so loaded with negative implications that they undermine careers in short order. How many of these career killers have you heard around the office lately?

1. “It’s not fair.”

2. “This is the way it’s always been done.”

3. “No problem.”

4. “I think …/This may be a silly idea …/I’m going to ask a stupid question.”

5. “This will only take a minute.”

6. “I’ll try.”

7. “That’s not in my job description.”

8. “It’s not my fault.”

9. “I can’t.”

10. “I hate this job.”

One more thing smart people won’t say and why you should avoid these phrases.