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In the Middle of a Memory

In the Middle of a Memory
Summary:
Venice angst.

Jane let the cool spray of the shower hit her tired shoulders as she pressed her palms against the tiled wall in front of her. She closed her eyes, letting the water untie some of the knots in her aching back. She could hear Kurt shuffling around in the room outside. It had been a very long day - well week actually since they left Nepal. But this day especially had been more emotionally exhausting than physically so.

She had not seen Roman in almost two years, and as he mind replayed the events of the day, she let the tears pour down her cheeks, get lost with the water from the shower, as it futilely tried to erase all the pain away.

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anonymous asked:

OH MY GOD I THIUGHT A V-CARD WAS A TYPE OF CREDIT CARD FOR A MINUTE

virginity and credit cards are similar in that as soon as lose one and gain the other, old white men with striped ties and pointy shoes start leaving small danishes outside of your living room window and howling every night at 11:36 pm

Foreboding

Originally posted by keepcalmandloveteenwolf

The room was wide, each wall had a counter built into it with glass cabinets above them. There were two tables in the center of the room, one that was an adjustable bed of sorts with straps, the brightest lights hanging above it, the other was flat and more at home in a morgue. The cage in which she was kept was built into the corner, farthest from the door. It was a simple thing, thick steel bars with a small fold down cot and nothing else.

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Take up a false identity and immerse yourself into the Bloodborne academia experience. But…try to get along.

  • Chat Noir: Knock knock
  • Marinette: Chat, what are you doing outside my room this time of night?
  • Chat Noir: *makes extended eye contact and leaves a banana on her windowsill, then flees into the night*
  • Marinette, very confused and concerned: What the fuck.
  • Chat Noir, the very next night: Knock knock
  • Marinette: Chat, you're back! What was up with the banana last night??
  • Chat Noir: *says nothing, pulls another banana out of a pocket and leaves it on her windowsill, then flees into the night*
  • Marinette, whisper yelling: Chat, what the fuck? I don't need this much potassium??
  • Chat Noir, the next night: Knock knock
  • Marinette: *staring him down, arms crossed*
  • Chat Noir: *slowly pulls a banana out of a pocket*
  • Marinette: Don't. You. Dare.
  • Chat Noir, dares: *places the third banana onto her windowsill, then flees into the night*
  • Marinette, throwing the banana after him: I swear to god if this is some kind of weird courting ritual!!
  • Chat Noir, the fourth night: Knock knock
  • Marinette: What.
  • Chat Noir: *smiles and holds out an orange for her*
  • Marinette: *looking at him suspiciously but takes the orange*
  • Marinette: Why an orange tonight?
  • Chat Noir: Orange you glad it isn't a banana?
  • Marinette: *punts the orange so hard into his face that he falls off the balcony*
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Men of Reddit, what innocent behaviors have you changed out of fear you might be accused of wrong doing? • r/AskReddit
14353 points and 13890 comments so far on reddit

Just a short selection of comments I found. It seems men can’t seem to get away from being called pedos and perverts.

Sticking to myself at shopping centers.

I’m a tall(6'3), bearded man who grew up in a small town of about 800. So I grew up holding the door for anyone, saying have a nice day or howdy everywhere I go, and help anyone with anything if they need it. It’s just how I was raised.

One day I was headed to my girlfriends house and decided to stop at Walmart to grab some snacks on the way down. I was 20 years old at the time, but for as big as I am and the beard you could confuse me for 25-30. Anyhow, I was standing in the chip isle and noticed a little girl no older than 5 wandering around looking frightened, so I walked over and said are you lost? And she just kept saying “ mommy ” so instantly trying to do the right thing I thought to take her to the cashier so she may call over the loud speaker and call for her mother. As I walked she held her hand up to hold mine and I thought nothing of it, being as I was only doing the logical thing. Next thing I know the mother runs up to me screaming and snatching her daughter up, calling me a kidnapper and threatening to call the police. I tried explaining the situation and where I was trying to take her, unfortunately she was an uneducated moron and at that point I got a little heated and decided to tell her to maybe not let her child run off next time. Moral of the story, I tried to do the right thing not even thinking about how it would look for a bearded man to be walking with your little girl, even though they shouldn’t of been left alone, but it’s definitely something I’ll never do again.

When shopping with my wife and she wants to try stuff on I just have her text me pictures of her outfits if she wants my opinion.

We were at Macy’s a few months ago and I was just patiently waiting outside the dressing room waiting for my wife and she would open the door and step out to get my opinion.

I was just looking at my phone and minding my own business when I notice people walking up to me. A middle aged woman had gotten a manager and she had brought a security official of some type and asked me to leave or they would be forced to call the police.

It was super embarrassing and now I feel super self-conscious when shopping with my wife.

I stopped going to the playground with my niece. She loves it when I’m there with her. Going on slides with her or pushing her swing. But according to the mother’s there and the old ladies its creepy for a man to go there, even with my niece.

At first I didn’t care, I just ignored them. But some even went as far to ask my niece who’s only 3 if I was her father and other inappropriate things. Even got the cops called on me twice and after explaining the situation and having to go as far as having to get my sister down there, they left. But I’m still a creep to the woman’s eyes. I don’t talk to the other kids, I say Hi back and answer them if they ask something.

But… I just don’t understand.

I’ve been getting driving lessons recently and after the first one the instructor dropped me off and when we were organising new lessons we just said we would meet at the same place. It’s outside a school.

We probably met there about 10 times at various parts of the day in a car with massive “Driver Learning School” stickers all over it.

A woman came up to me yesterday as told me how it was wierd that two men met there and how people were talking and how there were “weirdos” about who people thought were selling drugs and how we wouldn’t want anyone thinking we were “weirdos”.

I’m a large dude. I seem to get more scared of this at work.

I’ve been told I’m intimidating in meetings. I pay close attention to my tone and body language now.

I stare at the elevator doors with my headphones on, especially when a lady gets on.

When the kids charity uses our offices for events every few weeks, I go to a different floor to use a private bathroom so I’m not alone in a public bathroom with any kids.

I volunteer at cub scouts. No parent or scoutmaster (predominantly male) is allowed to take the children anywhere alone. Not even to let them play in the gym after the pack meeting.

A female colleague was leaving the company. I offered a handshake. She asked for a hug (which I gave). I told her that in a company with 60% women, you never assume a hug. She nodded and said ‘Fair point.’

I have a bad back. I asked for a place to lay down occasionally during the day for short periods of time. They told me to use the 'wellness room’. Which is built for and decorated for nursing moms. And it’s outside the women’s bathroom. I told them a 6'4" dude with a beard laying on the floor outside the women’s bathroom is not a good look. They agreed. I lay on the cold tile of the handicapped bathroom now.

All it takes is an accusation, even if wholly unfounded. The conversation will always be there. I make sure I don’t even put myself in that situation.

They will tell you stories, if you know how to listen. And I’ve always been good at that.

I didn’t know— not for sure— that there was anything strange here, before I was enrolled and had already been assigned my dorm; it was only on a whim that I applied at all. Elsewhere. A good school with a name, at least, that would let me pretend I was free.

When I was accepted, I went. It was a silly choice, chasing a thought, a dream that EU would make me someone else, would be something else, something that would let a daydreamer feel at home in the real world.

I didn’t expect that it really would.

I heard the whispers first: the wind through the trees, then the crows, then the RAs as they escorted us to our rooms, taking bets. It hadn’t even been half an hour before I could feel it, the cast of a story, the leaves outside sounding like pages of a book turning.

There’s nothing special about me, really, but I know how to get lost in a good tale. How to let it chew me up and swallow me and still be able to crawl back out.

I’m not brave— not any braver than anyone else, anyway. So I listened. And watched. And waited. And the whispers grew louder.

I can’t see a thing, without my glasses, and I’ve always doubted that even with the ones Cat’s Eyes sells I’d be able to See. My gifts are not so obvious, or so easily stolen away. Certainly I never even knew that they could be used, before, or even were there at all— but things are different here. This is Elsewhere, and here I not only know my cards but keep them close to my chest.

I’m known as Mentira. Falsehood. (I thought it was funny, before I knew how true it would become.)

Not that I lie, really, but I don’t tell the truth either; I don’t like taking risks, and I hear more than I should.

People begin to understand that, whether I mean them to or not— I can’t help it. It’s in the grapevine, so to speak, and I can read the whispers as clearly as words on a page, can feel the lines unfolding around me perfectly to script. It’s hard not to be around to see all of the interesting parts. So I get better at hiding it— iron and ramen packets can only do so much. I’ve existed quietly here; I like the stories, but I don’t want to be in them. I like knowing, but I don’t intend to do anything about what I hear, so it’s better to play like I don’t notice anything at all (however hard it is, at first, to do so).

I don’t write anything down. I’m not after remembering, or keeping anything that isn’t mine.

Sometimes, when it gets quiet, I sit under the old trees, soak up their songs, and I do risk whispering the poetry to the crows. It isn’t quite the same, but it’s similar enough that they, if no one else, probably realize what I’m doing… but they wouldn’t rat me out— I meant it as a kindness, nothing more or less— and I have always been careful. I listened.

I never listened too much. I know the feel of going too far under, getting held down by the cobwebs of someone else’s world, and I come up for air when it is too much. Too loud. Too obvious.

I went to class. Made friends with my roommate. Stayed away from the pool. The normal college experience. I never do anything.

But oh, the things I heard.
They will tell you stories, if you know how to listen, if you’re careful enough to avoid being caught.

Eventually I graduated. I left. But even when the memories were faded, the whispers never were, and they spread like roots.

I came back. I was called, maybe.
I was homesick, definitely.
I didn’t regret a thing, however much parts of myself seemed achingly empty whenever there were no faint murmurs to hide the holes, especially once they were being filled again.

I got a job, if it could be called that. Upon telling the interviewer what I could do, and offering as little proof as I could manage, he hired me on the spot and gave me an office, but no position. Occasionally kids would stop by, and more occasionally things playing at being kids, to ask me questions or talk for a while. I told them what I could, however I felt I could get away with it (being staff, after all, did not make me safe).

They started calling me Ms. Story, and it made me laugh a little whenever I heard it.
It made the crows laugh more.
It made Them laugh the most.

They tell you stories, if you know how to listen, if you can coax them out; eventually the students-who-were-not-students would bring me riddles, rambles, and nonsense, suspecting. They would follow me in my walks under the trees and hunt in my words for answers that I was never meant to know.

But I could hear the weight in their footsteps, and would always tread carefully myself. I was not there to do harm. I knew where the lines were drawn and danced respectfully around them. I knew too much, even being aware of that, but I stepped on no one’s toes and made no alliances or enemies.

I gave what I could to those who knew how to ask, Neighbors or no, and I’m still here, in my office.
Listening.

It’s been a while since anyone came by.

(X)

Alison
Slowdive
Alison

Alison, I’m lost
Alison, I said we’re sinking
There’s nothing here but that’s okay
Outside your room, your only sister’s spinning
But she lies, tells me she’s just fine
I guess she’s out there somewhere

This song is a headspace I’ve been occupying recently.

are you a christmas at hogwarts or christmas at home person? are you a butterbeer or pumpkin juice person? are you a hogsmeade or diagon alley person? are you a hanging in the great hall or your common room person? are you a summer at hogwarts or winter at hogwarts person? are you a quidditch player or quidditch spectator person? are you a studying in the library or outside near by the lake person?

The Aftermath: Bucky (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which Bucky reacts to finding out how you feel about him.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,740

A/N: I couldn’t write the next part of this series without giving you at least one scene from Bucky’s perspective. I’ve been excited to write this since I posted the original “The Aftermath”. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for editing this on your phone, you’re the real hero today

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Forty Minutes Later

Bucky clutches his chest, trying to remove a dagger that isn’t really there. It feels like it is though. The look on your face before he left your apartment put it there.

It had to be done.

It had to be done.

No matter how many times he has repeated those words, his makeshift mantra, they don’t make him feel any better. How could they when he just did the one thing he never wanted to do? He broke your heart.

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I was thinking about the Balmera episode and how Keith got the doors to work and I was just wondering…what would happen if Lance had done it? And then I was like…okay but what if Altean Lance had done it? And then this happened (under a cut for length)


Lance frowned, guiding his eyes along the panel in front of him and furrowing his brows. “Hmm…nope…maybe…”

He winced and started pressing at random buttons before glancing over at Keith. “I don’t know what I’m doing over here,” he admitted. “It’s all Galra gibberish.”

Keith scooted over. “Let me see.”

He studied the panel for a moment before nodding. “You said maybe on the handprint, right?”

Lance bit his lip. “Yeah, but what if it sets off an alarm?”

Keith ran a hand over his jaw, weighing the pros and cons. “Well…they already know we’re on the planet. Worst case scenario, we have to just destroy the hangar and hope the Balmera survives. Best case scenario-”

“The doors close and we leave,” Lance finished with a nod. “Okay. Worth a shot. If it goes wrong, I’m blaming you.”

Keith rolled his eyes and Lance settled his palm over the handprint emblem, waiting with baited breath. For a moment, nothing happened, and the boys grinned, certain that they had found the solution.

“INTRUDER ALERT! ALTEAN INTRUDER ALERT!”

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Alone- Part 1

Based on a prompt line; “Don’t leave me behind.”


Warnings; Fighting, Feelings of Worthlessness

Words; 1,249

A/N; Honestly I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. If you want a part 2 though let me know!! Feedback is encouraged! :)

Pairings; Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

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It had been almost 3 years since Bucky became an avenger. And it had been almost 3 years since you developed the biggest crush ever.

He had sauntered into the compound and looked at you with those piercing blue eyes and that was it. Ever since then you’d been inseparable. The bestest friends ever, but that was it, nothing more.

The only other person who knew about your feelings was your best friend Nat. She’d been trying to encourage you to tell Bucky how you felt for years but you couldn’t, you were almost positive that he didn’t see you that way and didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You always told her “Something is better than nothing.” To which she’d dramatically roll her eyes.

You were looking down at the book you were currently reading but couldn’t focus on the words. All you could hear was the high pitched giggling coming from the kitchen and every note pierced your heart. It was one of the many girls Bucky would bring over when he was ‘lonely’.

He strolled over to you, coffee in hand. “Hey doll, whatcha readin’?” He asked as he sat down next to you and handed you the hot mug.  

You smiled and grabbed the coffee from him. “Thanks Buck. It’s uh-”

He grabbed the book from your lap before you could protest and read aloud. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

He paused for a second, his cheeks going lightly pink and looked at you. Your eyes met and it seemed like his eyes glossed over before he let out a loud awkward chuckle.

What the hell was that about? You thought.

His eyes were still lingering on you as the blonde girl came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned to look at her. “Honey we should let her read, come on let’s go back to bed.” She purred. He looked visibly uncomfortable as he stood up and followed her down the hall.

As you stared into your mug urging your eyes not to water and trying to suppress the stabbing feeling in your chest, you missed when Bucky turned back to look at you, a hopeless longing in his eyes.

* * *


A few hours later you were in your workout gear pummeling a punching bag, imagining a certain blonde.

Why couldn’t you be enough, why couldn’t he see you as more. What were you doing wrong.

Why. Why. WHY.


You felt hands touch your waist and turned just as fast sweeping their legs out from under them. There was a thud and an “Ow! (y/n)!”

Steve was laying splayed out on his back looking vengeful.

“Oh Steve! I’m sorry! Instinct.” You shrugged as you helped him up.

“It’s okay it was my fault, shouldn’t have snuck up on ya like that.” He smirked. “So what’s got ya so angry?” He pointed at the still swaying punching bag.

“Honestly I don’t even want to talk about it.” You sighed.

“Wanna practice then? We do have a mission tomorrow.” He smirked again inching towards you.

“Rogers, don’t even try.” You ran at him flipping over his shoulders and he turned slowly, not expecting it.

Just then Bucky walked by the door of the training room, but you were too distracted by Steve to notice.

He sauntered over to you and got right up in your face. Grinning he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. You were always very fond of Steve and had a flirty relationship but never took it any further. With one swift movement he took you down and was straddling your hips  inches away from your face.

Bucky couldn’t watch any longer, a lump growing in his throat as he walked away feeling defeated.

Just as he left you flipped Steve over and put him in a head lock. “I win!” You sang cheerfully.

There was clapping from behind you and you both turned to see Nat walking in. “I want in on this!”


The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon training together until you were all too tired and sweaty.

* * *

The next morning you met in the hanger fully dressed in your gear. This mission wasn’t going to be all of you. It was just a simple mission to retrieve information from a Hydra base.

As you, Bucky, Steve and Nat got into the quinjet you tried to make eye contact with Bucky but he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Alright, Nat and I will go in through the front and (y/n) and Bucky will go through the back.” Steve said over the comm. “You two will take out anyone in your way and get to the communications room, there should be computers. Back up the information to a USB and get out of there as fast as you can. Nat and I will check for prisoners and take out anyone else. Everyone understand?”

We all nodded in unison. Thirty minutes later everyone was in position. You and Bucky made your way inside, working together to take out the four guards blocking the door. He still wouldn’t meet your gaze as you crept down the dark hallways. A man came from your left, you didn’t see him in time and there was a direct hit to your side, you crumpled to the ground as you heard Buckys metal arm hit the guy and he went down.

Bucky helped you to your feet, your face only inches apart. “Watch yourself next time.” He said in a flat tone as he turned to walk down the hall.

You reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him back. “What did I do that made you so upset?” You asked quietly.

His cold eyes bored into yours. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend.”

You stood there shocked. “My-my what?”

He pulled his hand out of your grasp. “This isn’t the time for this.” He said as he turned and walked down the hallway turning into a room a few doors down.

Once you were in the room you told Steve and Nat over the comm that you had begun transferring the information.

When the screen read 94% there was yelling outside of the room you and Bucky were standing in.

He looked over at you and nodded. “Stay here, make sure it’s done.” With that he left the room.

95%

Someone was thrown against the door.

96%

There was a gun shot and a loud yell.

97%

The door crashed in, Bucky and another man rolled into the room.

98%

They both stood, the other man had noticed you. You reached for your gun.

99%

There was a bang. Then a lot of pain, you looked down to see thick red blood coming from your stomach. You fell to the ground.

100%

Bucky walked over to you, glanced down and took out the USB. You could see him saying something over the comm but couldn’t make it out. Your vision was starting to fade in and out.

He started to walk out of the room.

He was leaving? Why is he leaving? You thought urgently. Don’t.

“Don’t leave me behind.” It came out as a whisper but he tensed and you could tell he had heard you. Your eyes locked on his and your vision went black. 


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