Clarity: 4


Chapter 4: Truth Hurts

Summery: She skipped her session for a break, while he skipped his for a breather.

Bucky x Blind Reader

Friday was always rolling around sooner then expected. At times, I find my self caught by surprise when mother wakes me in the afternoon to get ready. Non the less, I found my life getting better. Doctors called last Monday to notify us of the cornia transplant, brother was happy, very excited and seemed to work longer hours just to make sure he has the money when the time comes.

“Good afternoon.” I spoke lightly, as I heard mystery man pull back his chair and sit down. He mumbled, the usual. Then shuffled around the table, nothing unusual.

A smile graced my lips, this had become so normal now, I finally feel like I’m not being pushed away from the world. His musk seemed to be thicker today, his coughs caught me by surprise as he muffled a couple of sneezes.

“G'afternoon.” He pushed around his belongings momentarily stopping to look around, or so I thought. “Why are you smiling like that?” He asked, I didn’t notice, but after his statement left his mouth my hand had jerked up to trace over my lips.

“Oh, I’m just happy.” I said honestly. I wanted to tell him my eye operation would be done soon, but then again, I want to come on whatever following Friday and scare him by telling him how he looks.

“It’s creepy.” He finished, clearing his throat. He coughed a string of curses, before grumbling around for tissues in his back pack. “So what are you happy?”

“Not much, it’s just been so boring lately.” It was just all honesty. I had tipped my brother into not telling anyone about my eye operation, and all the other good news. After almost four years of being blind, things were finally looking up.

“Whatever.” He whispered, his voice thick and scratchy.

It was unexpected. What happened that Thursday. I had decided to play “Marco- Polo” with brother, it only seemed to fit. I knew the outline of my house now like the back of my hand. Plus it was just something to keep me and brother closer.

So we played around eight rounds, before I ran into the kitchen and slipped over a small puddle of water on the tile. I fell, and broke my arm.

I was hurriedly pushed to the hospital. Dad cursing at brother for being reckless, and mom running her hand through my hair as brother was driving us.

I was laughing, it didn’t exactly hurt to the point where I would crumble and fall. I saw the faint smile my brother was sporting, but decided wasn’t the time to burst into a bubbly laugh.

My arm was wrapped just slightly, it was sprained. Not broken, hence the pain wasn’t big on my part. So when the next morning came, I was getting ready, but mother burst into my room while I was struggling to place my shirt on the right side.

She sounded happy, or excited I had gotten up with a smile and not a frown. But then stopped in her tracks once I had mentioned the support group. I only asked who was going to take me, but apparently. She wasn’t having it.

“Your not going.” She stated, her voice firm and aggressive. I could already imagine her ramming the pad of her feet over the hard wood floor.

“Mom, I have to go.” I cried, pushing my hair with my right arm. Fixing the blue sweater over my left wrapped hand.

“Your not going and it’s final.” She shuffled her feet, walking to exit the room. But I wasn’t having any of it, instead I gambled, throwing my hand to grab her forearm.

She swished her head back so fast her hair had gathered around my eyes before falling to her waist.

“What do you think your doing?” Her voice was menace. Soft, thundering her reaction.

“I want to go!” I screamed, shoving her closer to me. It was a different feeling, like I knew whatever the outcome I was going to stay home no matter what. But there was that small lit candle that dwindled at the brim, chanting for me to fight back.

“Your hurt, you won’t go-” She had shoved me hard, I fell to my bed with a thump, curling in a ball scared I was going to hit something else. “Stay here.” Mother choked. Brushing her way out of the room.

I laid there, eyes screwed shut, hands balled close to my face as my body curled to itself. I didn’t remember much. It was odd. That night had ended faster then I had expected.

And so, Monday came we didn’t talk to each other. It was weird having her lace her hand around mine. I was always flinching each time she would come to pull me to the right path, before murmuring things under her breath. And it stung hard, because that one action had reminded me about my mystery man in the library.

Tuesday, was like a foggy day. It’s just been a few days since I had gotten my arm wrapped. So I had to start flexing my fingers, in hopes of removing the bandages on Thursday. Non the less, father had stayed home to take care of me, instead. So it was fun conversations with him, giggles here and chuckles there.

Wednesday felt like cold water dripping over my body. I was over anxious, the Doctor had updated us about my eye transplant. It would be sooner then expected, and then having brother telling us that he just needs a few more pay checks.

Thursday was pretty slow. I took a shower that morning the second I had gotten the wraps off my hand. Picking out my outfit- brothers eyes were my handy picking tool- he was crying, tired and just wanted to sleep but this was just good news on top of good news. Everything was looking up if anything I would be able to see before January. And that’s just a month away.

Walking in the library was harder then I thought. Skipping a week of my ritual almost resulted in my memories fading away.  Even tho, my trusty old metal rod helped click the echo.

Pushing the glass door, I was met with the peaceful atmosphere. The cool breeze from outside had me chattering in my boots, but the warm radiation of the fireplace was reaching to the brim of the room.

I walked to my table, I had applied lip stick today. Begging brother to apply it for me. I’ve seen him do it for his ex-Girlfriend. Something about relationship goals. He made it look perfect, so I begged him to make me look pretty today. My hair was braided, father took the liberty to play with the roots and came up with a Dutch braid.

The clicking of pen on table had engulfed my drums. I knew it was him. Getting settled in, I pushed my bag over the table this time, phone and headphones in hand as I presented the stranger with my perky whites.

“Good afternoon.” I hoped whatever happened last week he would understand. Sure I would probably get angry if he were to decide to just up and leave. But still, I had a great reason.

“You didn’t come last week.” Damn, always the blunt one. He didn’t even greet me, instead cut to the chase. He’s stubborn, and mean. I noted he hadn’t made any sound. The pen had been forgotten the second he noticed I was here.

“Long story.” I whispered, my smile slightly frowned. Wishing he would drop it. Even so, I’m still not telling him about my operation date, or any of the information.

“I have time.” He said. It came out fast, his arms must be squared over his chest, his eyes scanning me over.- What did he say the color of his eyes were agin? Green… no blue. He said blue. With his brown hair, it must be short because I had never herd him shuffle it around.

“I was running and slipped, sprained my whole arm.”

“Well, that wasn’t such a long story.” His sarcasm wasn’t needed. What was once his presence lacing a smile to my face was now vise Versa.

“Mother and I had a fight, it was long, practically the whole week. When Friday came I was getting dressed But she didn’t allow me.”

He snorted once I finished my explanation. His index finger found the hard wood table and tapped an annoying tune.

“Your so helpless.” He started, his knuckles wrapping the table slightly. As if trying to get rid of his excess anger. “Obviously your mom won the argument.” He chuckled to himself entire adding a noiseless, “Useless.”

I just tilted my head, braid falling to the side my eyes scanning the room even when I couldn’t even see anything. “What?”

“Why are you letting your mom treat you like a baby?” His arguments were just starting for sure. “Your accepting your mothers babying matters.”

I didn’t know what to say, agree with him and just let him shut up, or fight with him and end up sad for another whole week. “What do you mean?”

“Your not attending collage, you don’t have a job, your living at home twenty-four, seven.” He listed, his tone sharp and ready. “Your literally painting the perfect wounded puppy that needs babying.” He was harsh, something must have happened back home at his place because his voice was worse then the last two Friday’s.

“It’s not like I can do anything…” I said, pushing my phone closer to my chest.

“Why?” He challenged. Scooting closer to the table as his musk enveloped my personal bubble.

“Because I’m blind. There isn’t much I can do.” I said, waiting for his smart remark.

“Well I’m sorry if you want me to pity you.” He was sarcastic for sure, the way his voice was scratching its way out of his throat. “Your just useless.” He concluded.

“I don’t understand how I couldn’t be useless.” I stated, tears were costing my eyes, for sure if he said anything else to hurt my feelings there would be a dam. “There aren’t any jobs that I could do when I’m blind.” I wished I could spell it out for him, but we were at a library and his thick tone was hard to understand in the least.

“For gods sake, if you want to make choices for yourself then you need to get a backbone.” He chucked out. “Your mom has to be the first person you stand up Against.” He concluded, his chair squeed from under his pressure.

“I can’t-”

“Because your useless.”

“I’m not useless,” I interrupted him. “Just because I sit at home all day long doesn’t mean I’m usele-” Before I could even finish off my sentence, it all clicked in place. Like a far forgotten puzzle. I was being pushed around by mother because I was acting as though she owned me. Like I was… useless. “Your right.”

“Of course I’m right.” There is the man I knew- somewhat. But the tone and the type of words he just now used… they were my mystery man’s actions.

I didn’t say anything from that point on. I didn’t say much when he stood up to visit the little boys room. I didn’t say much when I had just threw my phone in my bag. I want to do something, get a job.

The best part… I knew exactly how to get one. I should have done this years ago, brother was working his ass off these past few years. What was I doing? Lounging around while he worked like a slave for Mr. Tony Stark.

Time caught on, so I stood. Wrapping my things in place before I was stopped by a sudden voice. “Give me your phone.” He said.

I looked back, distinguishing where the voice had come from. Once I was sure I was facing him I handed him my phone. Only to realize that I was facing him a little to the side. He grumbled under his breath a sting of incoherent sentences, he clicked my phone open, then typed in his number.

“Siri can get to your contacts right?”


“Good.” He shut my phone off and carefully detached my phone over to my waiting palm. Our skin touched, and it felt amazing. He was warm, despite the feel he gave. “I put my number as ‘A Person’ So I would would be easy to find.” He concluded, I cursed under my breath. I honestly thought he would give me his number. But apparently he was very smart. “Call me if you won’t be able to make it the following Friday’s.” he ushered me out by following his explanation with a sudden. “Have a Good Friday.”

I wrapped my phone around my chest. I knew I had to try hard to get a job before this Friday.

Originally posted by romanian-plum

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World-famous couturier John Galliano revealed the inner workings of his creative process and why he feels more “free” and “open” in a rare live interview with The Business of Fashion’s editor-at-large Tim Blanks on stage at VOICES, BoF’s annual gathering for big thinkers, in partnership with QIC Global Real Estate.

Galliano explained how he develops Maison Margiela’s couture-like Artisanal collection, which then informs the direction he and his team take with the maison’s prêt-à-porter line. “It’s really important to have the Artisanal line. Where would the world be without the essence? We need the essence, only then can we exploit that for ready-to-wear and accessories,” he said.

The designer wore a white lab coat in homage to the founder of the house, Martin Margiela, in keeping with tradition for employees of his namesake company, quipping: “We all look like mad scientists, or doctors, or runaways from a mental home.” Asked if he felt innately compatible with the experimental approach of Mr. Margiela, Galliano replied, “yes,” but added: “I’m not there just to curate Martin Margiela. I understand the psychology of Martin Margiela and use that for pushing things forward.”

Galliano also revealed how he feels more free and open in his new role. “I feel much freer in this equation, my points of inspiration are much freer. I’m more open now. I leave things a bit more open. I’m more comfortable with chaos,” he said. “The industry hasn’t changed — the shows, the deadlines, production — but my perspective has changed. I can go home relatively early and actually think about what I’ve done.”

“You try to find a balance,” he continued. “I wanted to work more on my own terms. It’s not as bad as it used to be — that was exhausting.” Critically, Galliano now helms a much smaller studio than he once did in his days at the megabrand Christian Dior, and said how much he enjoys working with both a more intimate team and younger people, including what he called “Instagram babes,” some of whom have become his muses.

Indeed, the wide-ranging conversation, titled “Creativity in the Digital Age,” also covered Galliano’s relationship with social platforms including Instagram and Snapchat, and the future direction of Maison Margiela. “I’m much more in touch with the real world today,” said Galliano, citing his love for Snapchat, as well as the power of digital ‘glitches’ to introduce happy accidents into the design process. “Imperfection opens many more avenues to travel down.”

On the future direction of Margiela, Galliano said: “I’m not yet in my full stride in Maison Margiela. But I’m more in the moment, doing the best that I can and leaving options open. It’s done with joy, it’s done with passion.”

Overworst Secret Santa

If you want to be a part of the gift exchange it is vital that you message me so I know who is participating, you’ll have until December 16th to decide whether or not to message me.

On December 17th expect to get a message from me containing a number picked from a random number generator. This will be the place which you draw who you’ll be giving a gift to. So, if you draw 5th, you will be the fifth person to get a name from the remaining name pool. On the 18th I will give everyone the name of who they will be giving a gift to, the previous number is just so I can remember.

If you don’t get a message from me on the 17th please notify me immediately so I can put you in the pool.

Remember, this is IC so you don’t need to actually create something for another muse.

Message me for any additional questions.


Well, there’s no use in hiding it…
Denmark and Sweden would have to tell the two of them that they’d got into a fight and that Iceland and Ladonia had run off and they don’t know where they are.
Of course, this turns into an even more explosive argument between the four of them, which ends in Finland and Norway not even talking to the other two out of pure disgust. The police would be called as well as other nations notified in case they see them whilst the four of them go out on a search.
They do find them eventually- they hadn’t gone too far. Finland and Norway would practically run to them and would hug them tightly, kissing them and hushing and just so glad that the two are ok. Denmark and Sweden would apologise too, but they are really not on good terms with the others at the minute…

anonymous asked:

Instagram user glitterybokuto has reposted some of your haikyuu artworks all without any credit to you.

thanks for notifying me UGHHHHHHHH THEY REALLY WON’T STOP!!!!!! this dude just doesnt learn :\ im sorry i cant help with notifying other artists anymore aside from my initial post because glitterybokuto really posts too many uncredited art…i can only handle my situations with them. thank you for informing me again.


Well, bad news for me, I no longer have a regular Art Commission job… The guy I had been working for who owned AMWF Heartbeat recently notified me that he would no longer be commssioning me to do Artwork for his website. I guess he’s decided to give up on the website, I really don’t know all the details but i’m really bummed…

I really needed the money I was making from that job, and now I have to find other means of getting by. I’ll probably be making a post soon advertsiing my Artwork for Commissions. If anyone is willing to even just reblog it, it would be a great help and much appreciated.~

me: *pulls out years of receipts on her being antiblack*

yall: it was just the audio!! she made baseless statements and showed her ogli ass on snapchat ur wrong!! they werent lying even though she was the only one notified of the situation!!!! she asked to be on a different stage but she didnt do anything wrong! she doesnt hate black ppl!


Christmas Cards! ^^

Hi everyone,

I was thinking of making Christmas cards for anyone who would like one. It’s just for fun and to create a festive (kind of) atmosphere for the lead-up to Christmas :D Details are below :)

I’m just putting it out there that it’s definitely not mandatory to request and this is just for fun. I really don’t mind if I get no requests, but just putting it out there because I do have free time :D

Ah but please just send me a message or ask which includes:

  • Character of your choice (any’s fine :D)
  • Name of addressee (your name or anything is fine haha)
  • A colour scheme you’d prefer (you can include one colour e.g. orange and I’ll try to work around it ^^)

Deadline: December 10th (I just need some time to make them ^^; So sorry. But just message me any time after the 10th and I’ll try :D)

Lastly, I’ll notify you all via ask or something where I’ve stored them! It’d look a bit like this page ! They’ll probably (hopefully oh my gosh) be done before December 25th

(This is from last year where I did something similar for my Instagram friends ^^). I’ll probably change the “from Naru” to “from Secret Santa” or something lol

Lastly 2.0: I’m sorry if they’re really bad ;A;…I’m going to try haha

Forgot to make a post on this, so I’ll do that here

I’m no longer doing extended giveaways on weekends due to some inevitable changes in my schedule. So, ALL the giveaways are scheduled to start the normal time, 3pm CST, and end at 9pm CST. Some giveaway times - particularly the 10th, 13th (my birthday!) and the closer we get to Christmas day - may be changed or shortened to work around my schedule, and I will notify you guys of that when/if it happens! 

Remember, if you know you will not be able to make it, you can always ask me to save a Pokemon for you BEFORE or DURING the scheduled giveaway time. However, you’ll have to be willing to exchange friend codes with me and remind me that I saved one for you when you’re ready to trade, since I tend to lose track easily! I will NOT save one for you if you ask AFTER the giveaway has ended, so please do not ask. 

Thanks guys, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the giveaway :D

△Artist Notifications△

Hello! As we finish going through applications, we would like to remind you that next week accepted artists will be notified the morning of December 10th (EST)! To everyone who applied, please be sure to check the inboxes of the email you applied with. Acceptance emails will contain important information regarding deadlines, forms, and various reminders about the zine!

As a reminder, due to the number of applicants, we will only be sending out emails to artists who have been accepted. After all artists have been notified and confirmed, the final artist list will be live on December 25th. 

If you have any questions, please feel free to message this blog or email us at Thank you so much!

anonymous asked:



I was just notified that this photograph just became the Judges Choice at my camera club.  Whoooeeee.

Disclosure-I have posted this photo before.