russian circle

I cannot say what years have come and gone
I only know the silence - it breathed on and in
What sang in me sings no more
Where stood a wild heart stirred no more
There stood wild heart
And I have been slain
Head full of ghosts tonight
Have I gone insane?
Was it wrong to go down
To want you to stay?
Head full of ghosts tonight
Have I gone insane?

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I’ll Be Good - Part 7

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 6  -  Part 8

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – At Steve’s insistence, you have a rather intense first training session with Bucky.

Warnings: Violence, swearing of course.

Word Count: 1806

Author’s Note: Here it is! Here it is! I had fun writing this. I thought about trying to cut it down to a more digestible fight scene length, but then I thought of my darling Unsafe buddy and said fuck it! So you get it ALL! Buuuut it means the resolution to this scene is in part 8… Don’t hate me, I love you.

small aside, I tried a new tagging method with this one, so if it didn’t work, or you did’t see your tag, let me know and I’ll go back to the old way.

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Hand to hand combat was not your forte. You much preferred your long-range weapons, or when those weren’t an option you opted for carefully laid plans that allowed you to silently and swiftly eliminate your targets before they could even recognize the threat. Quiet and dark as a shadow. And yet here you were. Again. Circling around the goddamn Winter Soldier in an open sparing mat. His strength alone could break you in an instant, but he was also fast, and well trained.

As usual in close combat, your best shot was to wait for your opponent to strike first, but Bucky was holding back. You needed to draw him out, so you decided to taunt him. “Stop holding back, this is getting dull,” you called to him, quietly in Russian, circling again. He didn’t respond, but a ripple of tension spread through his shoulders, as you knew it would. You saw his chin jut out slightly in anger at your words and a dark look cloud his bright blue-grey eyes. God, Russian really gets under your skin.

“What’s the matter? Russian make you nervous?” you prodded with an exaggerated pout, ducking away from his half-hearted right hook “Or is that just me?” you asked with a maddening glint in your eye as you swung your leg in a powerful but predictable arc at his chest, he caught it, of course, and spun your body away from him.

You decided then that quick attacks meant to irritate and hopefully draw him into a mistake would be more useful than attempting an open attack. He was far too strong and experienced for you head-on.

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There is so much going on here. Ovi drowning in a sea of happy teammates. Oshie dancing. Nicky dancing. Brooks… sorta dancing. Latta bouncing on Ovi’s shoulder like he’s Tigger. Ovi’s Russian babies circling and desperately trying to force their way into the hug.  Chimmer too cool for it all.

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Aquarius and friendships: What it means ♒️

There’s this stigma surrounding Aquarians and friendships that they are everyone’s friend. Parents, siblings, acquaintances, lovers…are all friends. In part it is true. Aquarians love to befriend individuals and love to ‘collect’ people from different cultural backgrounds, lifestyles, genders and ages. But as amicable as they may seem, they’re actually pretty picky when it comes to true friendships.

To the outsider it may seem that Aquarians are friends with everyone. They’re friendly with anyone they come across, as long as you’re not a total douchebag so wrapped up in your own self-important stench, then the Aquarian won’t grimace at the thought of your sight. But that’s where the difference comes in. *Notice I used the word, friendly*. They are nice to people and love to interact with anyone. It’s part of their charm. But as open as an Aquarian might seem, spilling intimate details to total strangers, that’s all they’ll ever be… strangers. They’ll never be part of their collective, quality, inner circle. They’ll be kept at bay.

This is where many partners and friends fail to understand. You might call them your ‘friend’ but an Aquarian might label you just an 'acquaintance’. Sure you will catch an Aquarian with a hint of vulnerability but that doesn’t make you special. In fact, Aquarians have this capability of being vulnerable to strangers more so than to their close friends or even lovers. Causing a rift if not resentment from their partners.

So why does an Aquarian act so bizarre? It’s quite hard to explain. As Aquarians sometimes fail to understand the things they do. But, part of it stems from fear. They’re afraid to open up their hearts to one person all together. So they’ll reveal certain insecurities, key details of their most intimate thoughts and feelings to a stranger, because they know that that’s all they’ll ever be. A stranger doesn’t outwardly judge you, they mostly listen and try to understand you because they do not know you.

A friend on the other hand can be so judgmental and bias, due to their ability to be influenced by emotions rather than logic, so they seek outward validation even if it’s just to vent out their emotions. Because no one truly takes the time to fully understand an Aquarian, and honestly one can’t blame them after all Aquarians are hard to figure out, their codes are never ending forever changing but their emotions are quite simple.

They ask for sensitivity and an unbiased perspective on the matter. But most are so quick to jump to conclusions, lash out, and 'beat down’ our Aquarian. So when an Aquarian experiences this, they will pull back, and never seek out that person as a confidante. They will be labeled on a chart based on the level of trust our Aquarius has scored them on.

Say what? Yup. Aquarius tests people especially those closest to them to see where you score on their level of trust. Using a Russian Matryoshka doll version circle of ring levels within his or her group of friends and loved ones, at the center is the Aquarian’s heart. The other rings representing the level of trust she embeds on a friend. The closer you get to the center, the closer you are to his heart, the closer you are to his heart, the nearer you are to his mind, body, and soul.

Most Aquarius will keep their 'friends’ on the outer rings; these are the people who they label acquaintances, passerby, or strangers. Friends who are much more than just acquaintances and beyond the formalities will be in the mid outer region, as well as some family members. Mid region will be loved ones who the Aquarian will go out of their way for. People who they have a special place but are not trustworthy enough to reveal certain details of their lives. As the circle encloses and reaches the center, you will find less and less individuals, but these people have passed the threshold and have earned a certain level of trust. This is where Aquarians will begin to reveal more intimate details about their life. But usually because most people can’t be trusted with the key that holds the lock to their hearts, they will trust key individuals with certain truths. You will find a sister who is her backbone and who she can trust with her career fears and life goals. A best friend who is her second reason of logic and mind. Another friend who is her emotional pillow when she just needs that blanket of support. And so on.

The one at the center or the ring outside the center is usually reserved only for her partner and soulmate. He can jump from the center to the outer ring to the center again (this can apply to other loved ones in the other rings as well). Depending on the fluctuating moods and hurt the Aquarian experiences. He will have the key to her heart only to have it taken away when she’s having an emotional tantrum. He will have full on access to her thoughts, mind, and heart if he takes good care of the treasure that’s inside of it. But if he screws up, she will permanently revoke and expel her lover to the outside trenches of her heart and ring, wishing to get back in into her heart. But once you lose the Aquarians trust, you will never fully gain it back again.

It's all about Barbie - Chapter 3 (Trixya)- Djoodi

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back back back again :) And I’m sorry that it took some time for me to get this one done, but school is back so I don’t really have a lot of time to write! But I’m so happy to see that people left some really positive feedback! <3 

If you haven’t read chapters 1 and 2 they are here: chapter 1; chapter 2! And I created a sideblog (but I suck so bad at using tumblr so I’m already sorry for my mistakes lol)! 

Also, VicThirteen was the nicest person™ and helped me as a beta! Thank you so much <3 

Hope you guys enjoy it! :)

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The Other Red Star

(Bucky x Reader {Asset 492})

Prologue:

“You should keep your distance like your cyborg friend.” Asset 492 warned Steve in a more or less empty tone as she flicked the serrated edge of her gaze to Bucky who stood beside Rogers, unapologetically pointing a loaded Ares-16 automatic at her.  

“I’m not scared of you, trust me I can handle dangerous.” Rogers brushed off with genuine abandon as he stepped closer towards her lowering his shield and outstretching his other hand towards her like he was trying to coax a wild animal to sniff his fingers.  

Bucky, on the other hand, understood the woman that stood still before them the second he got a good look at her eyes. Unflinching. Unemotional. Unnatural. He knew what they were dealing with. Steve believes in the innocence of a victim’s soul, and Bucky knows for a fact that this Asset harbors no such purity. She is a killer, sure, they all were on some level, but what scares Bucky, makes his skin crawl and his heavy heart pound, is the fact that she is a murder. She felt no guilt. He’s searched the eyes of enough like her to know the difference.

“Oh I’m not dangerous,” Asset 492 disagreed gently as her head cocked to the side a tick and her eyes simmered in a blackness that boiled just in between the folds of her misleadingly bright irises. “I’m fatal.” 

For the first time since 1944 Bucky feared someone else other than himself. 

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