RAVENCLAW: “The rest, with very little exaggeration, was books. Meant-to-be-picked-up books. Permanently-left-behind books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with books. But books, books. Tall cases lined three walls of the room, filled to and beyond capacity. The overflow had been piled in stacks on the floor. There was little space left for walking, and none whatever for pacing.” –J.D. Salinger (Franny and Zooey)
partly jane austen is so good because she left behind book after book of proof that women were keenest observers of societal structures and their own oppression like always even when you think they might not have been
“Remember when you thought this wasn’t about love?”
Book: S. by J. J. Abrams and Doug Dorst
Synopsis: A young woman picks up a book left behind by a stranger. Inside it are his margin notes, which reveal a reader entranced by the story and by its mysterious author. She responds with notes of her own, leaving the book for the stranger, and so begins an unlikely conversation that plunges them both into the unknown. (Read more)
Request: Oh man, you’re taking requests?? I have a thing for Artist!Bucky? Maybe Steve takes classes and Bucky likes one of the models Steve sketched so he starts tagging along? Please and thank you!? -namay
A/N: hi!hello! i havent written in weeks and im sorry and i suck but you know what also sucks? this fic!!! also its not really artist!bucky bc im trash. anyways, i hope you like it, if not yikesy
Bucky groggily rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes as he stumbles out of his room and makes his way towards the kitchen. Again he stayed up later than usual trying to finish a business report that was due and again it was a mistake. His hand meets the coldness of the counter’s surface as it glides across it, only stopping when it bumps into one of his roommate’s sketchbooks. Steve, you punk. You left your book behind again, Bucky chuckled to himself as he picks up the leather bounded book and hops onto the counter, crossing his legs and placing the book in his lap. He flutters through the pages quickly, just wanting a quick glance at the things his friend draws, but soon he takes his time leafing through the book as it becomes apparent most of the sketches are of the same beautiful girl. One particular sketch catches Bucky’s eye, it’s one of where the girl has a sly Mona Lisa smile as she looks over her shoulder and he can’t believe how perfectly Steve was able to capture the mischievous look in her eyes. The way Steve drew her hair naturally flowing down one shoulder, it made it seem so real and Bucky couldn’t help but carefully run his fingers down the page as if he could somehow feel her through the paper and is somewhat disappointed when he can’t.
“Who is she?” Bucky said out loud in a hushed whisper as he continues to stare at the sketch. He leafs through a few more pages, admiring her smile in every single one of them. He concludes that the girl must be an art student along with Steve and the reason why he hasn’t seen her on his campus. Bucky closes the sketchbook, almost as if he doesn’t want to let her go, but he knows it’s wrong to look at Steve’s drawings without his permission. He places the book back on the counter and hops off, glancing at the clock on the microwave.
“Shit,” he mumbled before running back to his room.