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“All current art is fake. Nothing is original.”

Cate Blanchett makes another grab for Greatest Living Actress status, playing 13 different roles in Julian Rosefeldt’s Manifesto, coming to Tribeca 2017 this month.

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Hey guys!  I’m getting so excited to come to Las Vegas for Clexa Con.  I’m going to be there Saturday March 4th and Sunday March 5th.  It’s going to be a great time.  I’m really excited to come.  I hope to see you guys there!”

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baumanelise: Who’s getting excited for @clexacon in Las Vegas?! I’ll be there March 4th and 5th to meet some of you rad humans. Get your tickets now cause they’re selling like hot cakes….I don’t actually know what a hot cake is, but does anyone really? And in case you were wondering, yes, I did film this in my shower, cause I’m fancy like that. #clexacon

There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
And it’s the only train left for me to ride on
I’ll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma
I’ll get my ticket now for my last time

They say the life of man is made up of four seasons
And springtime finds him young and planting his grain
And then the summer comes bringing warm rains of reason
And time to reap his crop of heartache and pain

The winter comes, finds him snow-cropped and laden
He has been humbled now, walking into the rain
But the rains of death never fall from the cloudless skies of Yuma
Time stand still for those on that 3.10 train

Dancing On My Own: Part 4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Death, Angst

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1206

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: I wasn’t with my mom when she died. I had left for the night with the intention of going back the next day. It is literally the worst fucking feeling ever to not be there regardless of what anyone will ever tell you. I will regret it for the rest of my life.

Some of this is inspired by events in my life – to allow me to work out some of the issues I’ve had in the last year.

Originally posted by i-fuckworldus

Originally posted by fysebastianstan

Bucky watched as your eyes glazed over with panic.

“What do you mean?!” You shouted as you jumped to your feet and began pacing absentmindedly. “Okay… okay… But did they?” You paused for a moment as you listened to your father on the other side of the line.

“Doll?” Bucky asked as he moved towards you but you held up your hand – effectively freezing him in his tracks. In all the years he had known you he had never witnessed you this upset.

“Okay – no, no. I’ll be there soon,” you replied as you furrowed your brows in concentration. “I love you too, dad.” With this you took the phone from your ear and stared blankly at Bucky.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” he asked as he held your hands in his.

“I… I can’t breathe,” you managed to choke out before Bucky enveloped your shaking body with his warm embrace.

“I’m here… Doll tell me what’s wrong,” he soothed as he rubbed his hands softly on your back.

“My mom… she’s um… she’s sick, Buck. I have to get home,” you sputtered out as you broke from the embrace to begin walking around the bedroom as you searched frantically for your luggage. “I was supposed to fly out next week… I… I don’t know how I’m even going to get a ticket now,” you muttered as you finally found the luggage on the top shelf of your closet.

“Doll,” Bucky breathed into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you. “Go sit down – I will take care of it,” he added as he pulled you gently to your bed.

You sat on the bed dumbfounded as Bucky carefully packed all the things he knew you would need or want. Even in your haze of panic you couldn’t help but notice how well he knew you. You were glad he was with you – glad that for once someone could do the thinking for you, and not pester you about if you were okay like Steve would. You swallowed hard – immediately feeling guilty for comparing your fiancé to his best friend. “Doll?” Bucky’s voice broke your concentration as you blinked and looked up at him. “I’m going to my room to pack. I’ll be right back. I’ve already texted your work to let them know you won’t be coming in this week,” he explained before leaving the room.

Within an hour you were taking off in one of the quinjets from Stark Tower. Bucky had persuaded you that it would be a quicker way of getting to your small hometown. You had relented – deciding to let Bucky make the decisions so you could focus on mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to face.

“Y/N,” Bucky whispered softly as he grasped your shoulders. He didn’t really have the heart to wake you – you had fallen asleep just after leaving New York –he knew the late night, and stress of the news about your mother had exhausted you. He thought that the landing in the small field next to your house in rural Kansas would wake you, but it hadn’t. As much as he wished he could let you sleep – he knew he would just be prolonging the inevitable. “Doll, you need to wake up,” he whispered softly as he stroked the hair from your face.

“Steve?” you murmured. You had been dreaming about Steve, Bucky, and someone being sick, but the haze of sleep kept you from remembering. The sound of Steve’s name on your lips caused Bucky to flinch which prompted you to open your eyes. “Bucky? I’m sorry… I was dreaming… I… are we here already?” you asked as you rubbed your eyes wearily.

Bucky tried his best to swallow his reaction. Now was not the time to be jealous – he was here for you in the absence of his best friend, and the man you loved. “We just landed. I called your sister and she told me where the keys to the pickup are so we can get to the hospital. Come on – I’ll get the bags later,” he replied as he offered you his hand. You took it willingly and he helped pull your tired aching body from the seat. He held you for a moment as he looked at your hand – not letting it go. “Where’s your ring?” he asked quietly – immediately realizing you weren’t wearing it.

You bit your lower lip nervously as you internally chastised yourself for your decision. “I… I didn’t think now was the time to… you know,” you shrugged lamely. If you were honest it was partly for that reason, but also because it was a constant reminder of the nagging anxiety you felt when you thought about your future.

Bucky could tell that you weren’t being completely honest with him, but he knew that you loved Steve – regardless of your reasoning, and he reminded himself of that as he quelled the bubble of hope that rose inside of him. “You’re right, doll. Come on, let’s get going,” he said with a sad smile as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “They’re expecting us.”

The trip to the hospital was uneventful. Bucky was hell-bent on driving but finally relented once you pointed out that you were much more familiar with the area than he was, given that you had lived here for most of your life. You tried to stay as focused on the road as you could, but it was damn near impossible – which resulted in you swerving onto the side of the road several times –much to the dissatisfaction of your passenger.

As you entered the hospital you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. It drove you to walk quickly as you searched frantically for your mother’s room. As you turned the corner of a narrow hallway on the eleventh floor you caught sight of your family huddled outside of a room with a partially closed door. Sara, your eldest sister, was the first to see you as she pulled away from her husband and met you halfway down the hall.

“What…” you began in a choked whisper as you took in the sight before you.

“She’s gone,” she answered sadly as she embraced you.

You stumbled back from the embrace as you struggled for air. “But I’m here. I’m here. I’m here!” you said frantically as tears spilled from your eyes. “I… I didn’t know…. I…. but I’m here,’ you sobbed as you stumbled back into Bucky’s warm chest – his arms immediately wrapped around you. “I… Bucky… I didn’t get to say goodbye…”

Bucky felt hollow as he held you. He so desperately wanted to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but he knew the bitterness of loss. He had tasted it one too many times in his life. He tightened his embrace around your waist as you sobbed into his chest. “I know, doll,” he whispered soothingly. “Come on, let’s go say goodbye now,” he whispered sweetly as he helped guide you to the room.

As you looked down upon your mother’s body your last bit of resolve disintegrated. Bucky held on to you as you blubbered through your goodbye and your apologies for not being there for her. You knew in your heart that you had failed her by not being with her at the end, and it hurt worse than anything you had ever experienced. As you gently squeezed her hand you couldn’t reconcile the fact that while she was before you she wasn’t truly there. She was gone. The words you spoke would float endlessly through the air, but not to her. You closed your eyes as you leaned your head back on Bucky’s shoulder – the last of your bitter tears falling from your eyes as you succumbed to the numbness that death so often brings. “Take me home, Buck,” you whispered as his embrace tightened around you.

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