only one remains

Only the little one remains

After a long and… unbelievable night, Nathaten found himself climbing the stairs at his familiar home of Addlewood. The old wooden stairs creaked and groaned under the weight of the armored man. His hand steadying himself on the railing as he ascended higher and higher. His only true goal at this moment was to see his little Niece sleeping. As he reached the top and ventured down the hall his boots echoed off the walls of the house. He was used to the house being a quiet retreat, but this evening the silence was like an illness, causing his stomach to turn with each step.

He finally reached the room that housed the little child and softly turned the knob. He leaned forward and let move just his head into the room, checking to see if Hope was actually sleeping. Being sure that she was, he pushed the door open and quietly stepped inside. He slowly positioned himself near the bed and let his hand rest on one of the wooden bed posts. His eyes rested on Hope sleeping soundly holding onto her stuffed bear she had named Wolf. The moonlight creeped in through the window and illuminated half of the room in an eerie shadow. In a corner of the room a candle softly lit the other portion of the room. Nate could only assume the child could not sleep in the dark.

He slipped a glove off his hand and leaned down to softly run it through her hair. As he did his emotions got the best of him and he was flooded with thoughts of the possible outcomes to tonight’s events. What would happen if they were unable to find those missing, or worse they did find them but what they found was unspeakable. He felt a tear roll down his cheek followed quickly by another. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he leaned down to pant soft kiss on the child’s cheek. He stood upright and captured a few more memories of her sleeping before he turned and left the room, softly closing the door behind him.

He continued down the hall to his own suite but what was the point. He was drain, both physically and emotionally but his mind would not allow him to rest, of that he was certain. He entered his room and quickly found a chair that would allow his body to collapse. He sat there, staring off into the corner of his room. No sight or sound was actually registering to him. He simply replayed the radio conversations he had heard and was part of over in his mind. It was like a broken record that continued to play only each time it skipped the volume and speed increased until it became a jumbled mix of words unable for anyone to comprehend.

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You discover that the dinosaurs didn’t go extinct. They became intelligent enough to leave our planet for deep space. They wiped away any evidence of their technology and only the poor ones remained to die on earth.

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BLACK SISTERS + doodles.

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my etsy shop is officially OPEN! all items feature hand-embroidered, original designs. go check it out 👀 🐝
oh, and happy fourth! 🎈

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All of the tarot and oracle cards I’ve bought so far this year. I’m making this post now as I think my collection is as complete as it’s going to get for the time being. I finally got all of the decks on my wishlist and the only remaining ones I’m interested in haven’t been released yet.

The Wild Unknown | The Linestrider | Tarot Art Nouveau | The Light Grey Tarot | Dixit Revelations | Golden Thread Tarot | Cosmos Tarot & Oracle | Ostara Tarot

✨These are my own pictures so please don’t repost or delete my caption✨ 

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87-year-old visits slave cabin she was born in, now at African-American History Museum

  • On Tuesday, Isabell Meggett Lucas, 87, visited the home where she was born in Edisto Island, South Carolina. Except she had to go visit it in Washington, D.C. That’s because Lucas’s childhood home was a slave cabin on display at the African-American History Museum. 
  • According to local television station WRC, the Edisto Island slave cabin is the only one remaining of 10 such cabins that were built on a patch of land owned by Charles Bailey, who became wealthy through slavery.  
  • Lucas told WRC that, though she was born there, she did not know it was a slave cabin when she was growing up. Read more. (4/13/2017 11:30 AM)
Will you now forever remain/ out of reach of my arms~
—  Lumière & Plumette, Beauty and the Beast (2017) aka two extra lines I didn’t expect Ewan to sing

Arp 299: Black Holes in Colliding Galaxies : Is only one black hole spewing high energy radiation or two? To help find out, astronomers trained NASAs Earth-orbiting NuSTAR and Chandra telescopes on Arp 299, the enigmatic colliding galaxies expelling the radiation. The two galaxies of Arp 299 have been locked in a gravitational combat for millions of years, while their central black holes will soon do battle themselves. Featured, the high-resolution visible-light image was taken by Hubble, while the superposed diffuse glow of X-ray light was imaged by NuSTAR and shown in false-color red, green, and blue. NuSTAR observations show that only one of the central black holes is seen fighting its way through a region of gas and dust and so absorbing matter and emitting X-rays. The energetic radiation, coming only from the galaxy center on the right, is surely created nearby but outside the central black holes event horizon. In a billion years or so, only one composite galaxy will remain, and only one central supermassive black hole. Soon thereafter, though, another galaxy may enter the fray. via NASA

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❝ Just tell me the truth. ❞

Plot: You and your boyfriend Yoongi fought due to his stress and misunderstanding but at the end he fixs everything.

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 3k+

Genre: Angst/ Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

You were just passing by the studio to leave him something to eat. You knew too well Yoongi and you were sure he had already skipped lunch, too concentrated on the music to notice the rest.  

You had the best intentions and you still couldn’t figure out how it was possible to begin to scream in the soundproof walls of his studio.  

“Can you let me talk?” You murmured with a softer voice, hoping that lowered your voice would help him to lower his, too; “Yoongi, please.. I can’t even understand why we’re arguing! ”  

He snorted and turned back to the computer, pretending that you were not there; “Because as always you meddle in businesses that are not yours, Y/N.”  

“That is?”  

“I told you not to tell Namjoon I have problems with this track, but accidentally he said that I don’t have to worry. You were the only one who knew. ”  

You remained silent for a fraction of a second, remembering the fact that you didn’t see and text Namjoon for almost four days and he interpreted your silence as an admission of guilt.  

You opened your mouth to be able to say something when he turned and his face was so transformed by frustration and anger that it didn’t even seem to have before Yoongi.  

He got up and you just flinched away, feeling a thrill of fear running along your back but he didn’t approach you. He ignored you, as he had done a few seconds before and came up to the door, opening it and keeping it open.  

“Go away.”  

His jaw was contracted while you watched him completely shocked by his attitude, without finding the strength to move one step. You noticed how his hands trembled, how he clung to the door, and even though he was treating you unjustly, you felt sorry to see him in those conditions.  

“Yoo–”  

“I said go away, Y/N,” He hissed bitterly, finally lifting his gaze and laying it on you. The thrill of you felt before was nothing compared to what crossed through your body, taking for a few moments your breath. “I don’t need you, I don’t need your attention. You have to stop, okay? I can handle everything alone because then the result of your attentions are just trouble. ” His tone became more and more aloof and cold to every word he uttered, while what he said slipped on you and almost put the roots within you.  

You never thought he had so little need of you or considered you a kind of trouble, but it wasn’t hard to believe.  

You had always had problems in dealing with people and in time you came to the conclusion that the main problem was you.  

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korra: i have to find my own path as the avatar.

katara: i know you do. aang’s time has passed. my brother and many of my friends are gone.

zuko *flies by on his dragon*: KATARA WHAT THE HELL

toph *pops up from a hole in the ground*: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE WE’RE DEAD!

katara: sometimes i can still hear their voices…

Caught (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d! 
Requests are still open! :) 


“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.

“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.

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10 Days of Bungou Stray Dogs
Day Four: Favourite Scene Atsushi & Dazai’s ability reveal

You came to this city two weeks ago… The tiger also appeared in the city two weeks ago. You were in the Tsunami area four days ago. The tiger was also sighted there four days ago. Remember what Kunikida-kun said? The Armed Detective Agency is comprised of individuals with supernatural powers. Though not a well-known fact, there are quite a few individuals who possess supernatural abilities in this world. Some use their powers to achieve great success, while others fall into ruin as a result of being unable to control their powers. I’m guessing that the orphanage staff knew who the tiger was, but declined to enlighten you. You were the only one who remained ignorant.

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“Two Weeks”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A narrative that explores how Steve copes after your tragic death.

notes: implied character death (reader), a failed attempt at writing sad things

A/N: thank you to @buckyywiththegoodhair​ for beta-reading this mess. i adore you, and god rest this old bitch’s soul.

One week has passed since you left New York for a month-long guest curatorship in Germany. Before leaving, you kissed Steve goodbye and promised to return in one piece.

One week has passed since HYDRA agents infiltrated the museum. They put the entire museum on lockdown, claiming it had World War II documents that were essential to the HYDRA agenda. Even the Avengers wouldn’t stop their mission to obtain these documents, they declared.

One week has passed since a certain HYDRA agent recognized your face from a tabloid, the headline screaming “Captain America Finally Finds Love!” He also deduced your title as one of the United States’ leading experts on Nazi Germany. It was the perfect coincidence.

One week has passed since HYDRA attempted to use you as a bargaining tool. “Give up the documents, and we’ll let you go back to your precious boyfriend,” they said. Much to their surprise, behind your simple dress and ballet flats was a woman not afraid to kick men in the balls, both figuratively and literally. You proceeded to do the latter.

One week has passed since the Avengers compromised the guards and rescued most of the hostages at the museum. Only one remained, but when it became clear that they’re wouldn’t gain access to any of the documents, HYDRA decided to inflict pain in the best way they knew how - by taking away the remaining innocent life.

One week has passed since your tragic death.
One week has passed since Steve Rogers buried the love of his life.

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