Panic Cord - Reader is a blind person living in New York, when one day she’s saved by a mysterious man with a metal arm who shows her that seeing isn’t always believing. (Catch up on previous chapters here.)
A/N: So this is one of many updates I’m going to be doing before the year ends! I’m trying to update everything before New Years, so this is just one of many you’ll see from now on! This one is major feels, y’all. Things between you and Bucky get hella personal. :’)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Blind!Reader
Warnings: Fluffiest thing I’ve ever wrote. Mentions of deceased family. (If you’re uncomfy with any of these, keep scrolling.)
alive noah with bed head when he wakes up in the morning next to his beautiful boyfriend gansey. alive noah smiling tiredly and rubbing his eyes as he realizes that said beautiful boyfriend is already awake and looking at him with a look of 'god im so fucking in love'. alive noah reading the look easily and breaking the early morning silence with a simple, "i love you, too." alive noah leaning to kiss gansey's forehead, murmuring an easy compliment in czech (because i hc him as czech shhhhh)
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reblog to bring noah back to life, keep scrolling if you hate love
Running fan accounts on various social media platforms was tedious: the annoying trolls, dry periods without new content, or lack of creativity. However, it was still overwhelmingly rewarding: the loyal and reliable followers, internet friends, and being noticed by your faves. It didn’t happen as much as you would like, of course, they were real people with busy lives.
However, Harrison always seemed to be online more than anyone. He scrolled through Instagram regularly, keeping track of several fan accounts and his tagged photos.
It was the weekend before his trip to Las Vegas when a certain meme caught his eye: a screenshot of The Hangover and the caption, “Haz this weekend be like…”His eyes crinkled in amusement as he double tapped.
Throughout the coming months, your tweets and photos were a source of entertainment. Fast forward to today, Harrison tweeted a throwback photo of him from the rodeo, “Didn’t get the Cowboy Hat memo”.
Quickly, you photo shopped an over-sized cowboy over the photo. After a few moments, Harrison checked his mentions and laughed out loud at his fast acting followers.
Kelly, he thought. I think I’ve seen her before. Checking his Instagram, he reaffirmed his thoughts. He had definitely seen you before, liked your content, and wondered if he should reach out.
Sighing, he decided against it— for now. But, he would keep his eyes peeled on your accounts for any future posts.
most of u can keep scrolling - really - post performance post mortem - seem to getting a handle on performing again - no shaky leg - tho i have played well nervous - almost sticking to songs i planned - not hating my voice as much - less messed up chords and mumbled forgotten lyrics - its usually not magic tho - but - i miss it when i dont have the bass player - but then again - i have more freedom solo - can take more chances - its too late to go thru lean hungry years and build a telepathic bond by playing hours daily w other musicians - tho something similar happens when i back up poets - i keep thinking i should stage patter but its not my style - but i seem to be doing something lately to get the attention of the ppl who r otherwise conversing - tbh im not sure wot - if i think about it too much i prob will fuck it up
It's 3 am I'm sick, the only one awake, sitting in the dining room scrolling through Tumbler on my phone drinking water that keeps dripping on me hopeing it will make my throat feel better, wow Thanksgiving has come off to a great start
So scrolling FB and I see this post about Trump getting matching perv covers (I approve) and I’m just about to keep scrolling when I squint and say, (out loud), “wait, is that Norman?! What the HELL is doing on there?!”
Brief moment of panic that I was about to have a HORRIBLE Thanksgiving, and then I enlarge, enlarge, enlarge … he’s just selling Christmas presents :) Ha, ha! But no joke, I literally sucked in the most DRAMATIC of breaths! 😂 It’s easier to see the break in the stories on here, but that’s because I cut out the picture. You have to imagine it tiny and buried into the middle of an article, buried in the middle of the feed. I could barely make out his face, let alone which headline he was lined up with. But this is the world now that if anybody’s name or face shows up on a feed, your brain no longer assumes normal publicity stuff, you just have a brief moment of panic that something terrible has happened.