A Change In Time (Bucky x Reader)

A Change In Times (Bucky x Reader)

Contains slight angst and a lot of fluff

Based on the request by @hotemotionalmess (sorry I got carried away and turned it into a holiday thing);

‘Can I request a Bucky x reader where the avengers are on a super long car trip and they’re still in the stage of “I’ve got the biggest crush on you but I won’t say anything” and they end up being jammed in the backseat together, reader falls asleep on Buck’s shoulder, he listens to her music, and cute moments like that ending with a unintentional but super sweet kiss from Bucky?’

-Written by @toastburninglucy

Sunlight filtered down in beams through the smudged window and warmed your bare arms as you reached up, feeling the slight pull of the seatbelt bite into your skin, and cracked the window open. Sweat clung to the back of your neck as you lifted your hair off it and tied it into a bun before picking up your cards. “You going to tell us where we’re going yet, Stark?” You called over the top of your seat, craning your neck to see the top of his spiked hair reaching up above his headrest

“What kind of fun is a road trip if you know where you’re going?” He replied, smirking at you in the rearview mirror

“This is technically bordering on kidnap,”

“As if anyone would want to kidnap you…”

You shook your head with a smile and swiveled in your seat to face Steve and Bucky who were across the aisle waiting. “Well then Barnes, what’s it going to be?”

Bucky shook his head and took another card from the pile. You had never been into card games, but you were in love with this one. Steve had told you it was called rummy; even though you still didn’t really know what you were doing, it was fun to hang out with him and Bucky without talking about missions for a change. “I can’t believe I’ve never played this game before,” You commented as you reached across to take a card from the pile between you all “it’s brilliant.”

“You know, I never thought when I came out of the ice that I’d be able to teach anyone anything. I figured I’d always be the person who was one step behind,” Steve said, placing his sunglasses on his forehead with a sad smile

“Who taught you?” You asked, drawing a card from the pile and then dumping another

“My mom,” He replied, his smile brightening as he spoke “she had to work late a lot when I was a kid, and because I wasn’t exactly the healthiest I didn’t sleep much. So, when she came in after a long shift we’d sit on the floor and play this until I fell asleep…”

Steve trailed off and stared at his cards for a moment, so wrapped up in the pleasure of the past that the present escaped him. Bucky put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and bowed his head “I miss her too.”

Whenever you heard Bucky talk about Sarah Rogers you felt the love and respect for the woman seep delicately through his words. In many ways, she had been like a mother to him too. “She’d be proud of you both,” You said truthfully, leaning forward and setting your winning cards down on the flip down table “even though I did just kick both of your asses at rummy.”

You all laughed, and when you felt Bucky’s gaze settle on you you found yourself blushing so furiously that you had to look away. Yesterday you had both ended up crammed in the back of the bus next to each other and you had tiredly rambled to him about any and everything until you had drifted off to sleep and let your head rest on his shoulder. He hadn’t mentioned it since, which was irritating you slightly because waking up with your head on his shoulder and feeling his arm around you was all you could think about. As you shuffled the cards for the next game, you wondered if he thought about it too.  


“Okay team, pile out!” Tony shouted as he pulled the door to the back of the bus open

Everyone piled out slowly and stretched their aching limbs as they took in their surroundings. A five day journey had lead you here, and you had to admit you were impressed. “A lake house?” Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow “What are we, horny teenagers?”

Tony shrugged and slid his sunglasses onto his face. “It’s one of my lesser known properties; it actually belonged to my Mom’s side of the family and it’s still technically in their name.”

“It is beautiful, I have never seen an area of Midgard akin to this,” Thor interjected, cracking his spine into place

It was breathtaking. The house looked like it had just been painted yesterday, and the rolling lawns surrounding it lead down to the most beautiful lake you had ever seen. It glistened in the low sunlight and was so perfectly blue that you half wondered if Tony had put dye in it. You walked slowly across the gravelled drive up onto the porch and pushed the door to the house open. “Holy cow,” Bucky muttered from the back of the group.

Holy cow indeed. It was like stepping into the pages of a magazine; grand mahogany tables dotted about the place, some holding vast crystal vases which were filled with the most beautiful white chrysanthemums you had ever seen. Most of Tony’s properties were quite contemporary, so this was a real shock. You stepped into the hallway and took your shoes off out of respect for the house, your mind’s eye imagining young Tony running around with Howard and his wife chasing him as he cackled with glee. It felt like a place you should be in with family, and you thought of yours with a small pang. This was the kind of place you would have vacationed at as a kid with them; now you were the only one left. “Y/N?” Tony clapped a hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You looked around and realised everyone had gone. “You going to pick a room?” He asked, gesturing to the sweeping carpeted staircase “If you’re not quick you’ll end up with the one with a garden view.”
A smile crept onto your lips “I think I’ll live, Stark.”


That evening after you had all stuffed yourselves with pizza and played so much table tennis in the games room that you could still hear the ball hitting the table hours after you’d stopped playing, the house fell into silence as everyone fell asleep. That is, everyone but you.

You sat on the blue cushioned window seat looking out onto the garden as it was doused in moonlight. Out here there was no light pollution, the sky could be itself for a change. You had been itching to explore outside for a while, but you were worried about waking everyone up. It wasn’t often that you all got a good night’s sleep, and you’d hate to ruin that for everyone. Eventually you lost the battle with yourself and you crept from your room and through the dimly lit halls until you found your way downstairs and out the back door. As you inhaled the cool night air with half lidded eyes you smiled and made your ware barefooted across the grass and onto the sandy bank of the river.

You looked across the moonlit water and allowed yourself to think of your family. A tear tracked down your cheek as you thought of the people who had loved you that you still loved, people who no longer existed. They were shadows in the corners of your memory, always present and waiting. Perhaps that’s why you related to Steve and Bucky so much- you knew what it was like to have no one. Your heart contracted painfully at the thought of your mother and suddenly you were crying because you couldn’t quite remember the sound of her voice.


You turned around to see Bucky stood behind you, regarding you with a hesitant smile. “Hey doll,” He whispered “mind if I join you?”

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed as you wiped your eyes with the edge of you sleeve. Bucky sat heavily next to you with a gentle sigh. Neither of you spoke. Somewhere in the distance crickets held riveting conversations with one another and chirped with glee. Everything was peaceful.

“Does it stop hurting, do you think?” You breathed into the darkness “Losing the people you love?”

Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his recently cut hair. He wanted so desperately to tell you that the pain would ease into nothingness. He wanted to say that he didn’t still dream of the smiling faces of the people he had left behind, only to wake in the morning and realise they were all gone. He wanted to tell you that you were beautiful even when you were crying, and that with the exception of Steve, you were the only person he dreamt of that was still here.

He said none of these things, and instead told you he didn’t know. Which was the truth. “I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want you to sit here crying though, even if they can’t tell you that themselves.”

You looked up at him. “What do you think they’d want me to do?”

Bucky exhaled with a chuckle “Well, that I can’t help you with. I’m not very good at filling my time nowadays,”

“What would you back in the 40’s?”

He shook his head, looking to the ground with a smile. The wind gently blew your hair back from your face and you closed your eyes to relish in its coolness. “I’d probably be out with a dame,” Bucky admitted “that was my thing. I’d knock on her door at six with flowers and we’d walk down to the dance hall; it was usually on a Sunday, the tickets were half price and I wasn’t exactly made of money. We’d dance in the middle of the floor until the owner booted us all out, and then I’d make my move.”

You laughed and wiped your face clean with a tissue you had secreted in your pocket. “What was your move?”

Bucky looked a little proud and embarrassed at the same time “I’d get Steve to take her coat home as well as his so she’d get cold on the way home and I could lend her my jacket.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter at the thought of Steve trying to sneak home with some poor girls coat in his arms. And then you felt a strange longing to be one of those poor girls, walking down the street in Bucky’s jacket with aching legs and a joyous smile at the lingering feeling of his touch on your shoulder from that last dance. “You know, I’ve never been to a dance,” You confided “not even at school.”

“Really? I refuse to believe that.”

“I’m afraid it’s true; you see Barnes, underneath my badass facade, I’m really quite a dull person.”

Bucky’s eyes sparkled as they  “You aren’t to me.”

Somehow, you knew he wasn’t lying.


The next couple of days passed in a blur of barbeques, laughter, and throwing people into the lake. You had never seen the team so relaxed, especially Bruce, who seemed to be in his element reading on a lounger beside the lake. Every evening you would walk down to the lake, and most of the time Bucky would join you. You would find yourself willing away the happy hours of the day, waiting for the sun to set so you could sneak out onto the lake shore and talk with Bucky until it rose again. “You and Barnes sure are hanging out a lot recently, Y/N,” Natasha observed as you both ducked behind a bush, hiding from the others in the midst of a water gun fight “what’s going on there?”

You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as you looked around you to check the area was clear. This was a good spot, you both had a slight advantage here. “Nothing, Nat. We’re just friends.”

Nat peeked over the top of the bush and quickly shot at Rhodey before ducking down again as he looked around in confusion. “I don’t need to be an expert in reading people to know that’s a lie,” She smirked, pumping up the pressure on her gun

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the smile on your face “You can believe whatever you want to, Nat.”

“Oh believe me, I do.”

You were about to squirt her with your gun when Rhodey suddenly appeared at your side and shot you both. “Ha! Don’t mess with War Machine!”

“Can you call yourself that outside of the suit?”

He paused for a second and thought. “I mean, I guess so.”

You shot him in the shoulder and ran, cackling to yourself the whole way.


That night after you had showered the team decided they wanted to go and some new movie that was being released at midnight. At three o’clock they were all ready to go, deciding they were going to hit an arcade or something before they went to the screening. “C’mon, Y/N, why are you passing up the chance to see the new Star Wars?” Sam groaned

“Because I still haven’t seen the first ones?”

Sam looked mildly disturbed at this information and then smiled “Well, if you’re sure then I guess it will just be you and Frosty here tonight.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Bucky’s staying too?”

He nodded and winked at you “Don’t you kids go too crazy, okay?”

You punched him on the shoulder lightly and grinned “See you later, Sam.”

Sam ran out the door with everyone else, leaving you stood alone in the hallway with your heart beating so loudly you were sure they’d be able to hear it in space. This was crazy, why were you nervous? You’d been spending the past few nights talking to him without pause, why would this be any different?

You walked into the kitchen and looked at the calendar. Sunday July 20th.  You’d been there for four days, but it felt more like months. If you were perfectly honest with yourself, which you always tried to be, you weren’t looking forward to going back to ordinary life. Who did in the middle of a holiday though? You opened the cupboards looking for something to satisfy your appetite and when you eventually moved onto the fridge you found a half eaten pizza which was calling your name. As you took the box over to the table you heard footsteps in the hall and your heart leapt into your mouth. This was ridiculous, it was only Bucky for crying out loud! You needed to pull yourself together.

He walked into the kitchen with his jacket slung over one shoulder. “I need to go out for an hour, will you be okay on your own?” He asked in a strange voice which made you feel like a twelve year old being left home alone for the first time

You took a bite of the pizza and shrugged, trying to hide your disappointment. “Sure, take all the time you need.”

With a curt nod he walked out of the room, making your heart sink as you listened to the front door close and a car pull off the drive. Maybe you should have gone to see Star Wars, at least then you wouldn’t have ended up alone. You picked up your pizza and trudged off to your room in the low light, resolving that it would be better to sleep away the time than sit around moping. 


The sky was just starting to fall asleep when you finally woke up. You yawned and sat up with a gentle stretch, feeling the kind of refreshment you only get from a really good nap. It was then that you noticed it sitting on the pillow next to you; a thick cream envelope with your name wrote on it. You opened it cautiously and gently pulled out the piece of paper inside it.

‘I’ll pick you up at six.’

You reread the sentence and turned the paper over in your hands to look for something else. But it was only that single sentence. Was this a prank? If you opened the door and there was a clown outside it again, then you were going to kill Tony. You looked at the clock next to your bed, 5:55pm. You hopped out of bed and quickly threw some clean pyjamas on and waited. At 6pm exactly, there was a gentle knock on your door. Preparing yourself mentally, you put your hand on the doorknob and opened it.

Bucky stood in front of you looking proud and nervous all at the same time. You looked him up and down feeling slightly confused as you realised he was wearing a suit. “These are for you,” He said, handing you a bouquet of white flowers with a shy smile.

You took them from him in a daze. “Bucky, what’s going on?”

“Isn’t it obvious, doll?” He grinned gently ushering you into the hallway and grabbing your jacket from your room before closing the door “I’m taking you dancing.”

You looked at him with wide, overwhelmed eyes as he gently placed your jacket over your shoulders. “But I… I’m in my pyjamas.”

Bucky shook his head and offered you his arm, which you took gently “Don’t worry, you look great.”

You walked down the hallway with him half wondering if you were still dreaming, clutching your flowers tightly in your left hand as Bucky led you through the house and out the back door into the garden. “Where are we going?” You asked as you slowly began to realise what was happening

“You’ll see.

You walked through the gardens farther than you had gone before until you came across a bandstand by the lakeside which was wrapped delicately in strings of lights. Bucky reclaimed his arm and walked over to it, beaming as he turned around and looked at you. “What do you think?” He asked, looking at you expectantly “I know it’s not exactly a dance hall, but I-”

“Its perfect,” You breathed, taking in the scene before you as your jacket slipped off your shoulders and crumpled to the ground behind you

Bucky smiled and offered you his hand as you walked towards him. You took it with a smile and walked up the three short stairs with him. “Now, I err… I don’t exactly have any music.” He said, looking embarrassed “It was all on my phone but it died just before I knocked on your door.”

You pulled your phone out of your pocket “Would my music do?”

“Of course.”

You walked over the the small speaker by the stairs and connected your phone to it. After a moment, your Otis Redding album began to play. ‘A Change Is Gonna Come’ echoed throughout the bandstand and you nervously walked over to Bucky, who for the first time looked like he didn’t have anything planned. “Shall we?” You whispered

Bucky swallowed and nodded, gently taking your hand in his and placing another hand on your waist. A moment lingered and then you were gently waltzing around the bandstand. Your eyes never left Bucky’s and after a minute the sheer brilliance of it struck you so much that you had to smile. “I thought you said you hadn’t danced,” Bucky said with a grin as he spun you

“I said I’d never been to a dance, I never said I couldn’t.”  

You pressed closer together until your head was practically resting on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and breathed in his smell and realised that you were ever so slightly in love. Bucky twirled you again, and when you saw the look on his face you realised for the first time that he felt the same way. Then suddenly you were kissing him, and it felt every kind of right.


The team arrived home at 3am, a couple of them a little drunk and most of them geeking out. “Y/N? Bucky? We’re home!” Steve shouted into the empty house

When no reply came he began to look a little worried. “Check the garden,” Nat said through a yawn “they’re usually out there this time of night.”
Steve didn’t bother to ask what she meant and headed out to the garden looking for you both. After a few minutes he reached the bandstand and saw you both out there, dancing slowly together with your eyes closed. Steve laughed and shook his head “About damn time,” He muttered, picking up your jacket from the grass and putting it over his arm as he turned and started heading back to the house. Times hadn’t changed that much, he thought to himself as he heard you both laughing quietly behind him, only this time Steve had a feeling that Bucky would still be dancing with the same dame next Sunday.

(Credit to @toastburninglucy the writer of this request if you wanna send love, leave a comment (not an ask to this blog as she won’t see it), or go over to her blog and send her the love there. Thank you for taking on the request, I really loved this. - Rosalee)

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The only way anyone will win this staring contest is with the cheat at the end.

A male Asian narrow-headed softshell turtle at the @stlzoo. This species can be found in large, clear rivers with sandy bottoms in Thailand. Their numbers throughout southeast Asia have dropped terribly because these turtles are so big and meaty, people hunt and eat them. This species is now listed as critically endangered on the IUCN red list.


*It was over 100* today and we had to find a way to beat the heat, luckily I love to swim and bathe in the beautiful, bright Oregon sun*

This is just an old suit that I keep for adventuring in ponds, lakes & rivers. I don’t even remember where I got it!

Today I felt so able and I had so much fun. I love swimming & it does wonders for my pain. We got high in the middle of the river and soaked up the sunshine.

I fell in love with the gentle Sandy River, aptly named because it has gorgeous sandy beaches & no river rocks to make my life harder.

it was a perfect day!

Drop Ship Nightmares

Originally posted by grounder4life-blog

Request:  Can I have a oneshot where it set in season one when Murphy tries to hang Bellamy. Everything is the same instead the reader also gets taken. Whether she’s already in the drop ship or runs in at the last moment? The reader and Bellamy are dating and Murphy stares threatening her and doing things to in front of Bellamy to piss him off?

Word count: 2,950

A/N: I LOVED writing this one. If you loved reading it, you can leave feedback here!

The doors opened and Bellamy Blake was thrown into the crowded drop ship with the rest of the 100, including his girlfriend Y/n. She searched his eyes questioningly, but he avoided making eye contact. The guards threw him into a seat and left the ship, when the ship began to take off. Bellamy, not strapped into a chair flew up to the ceiling like the other boys who unbuckled themselves. When they landed, all were dead. Y/n unbuckled her seat belt and went to Bellamy’s lifeless body. She rolled it over, and saw his beaten and bloodied face.

Y/n woke up from the dream with a start. Her breathing was ragged and heavy, and she had sweat rolling down her face. She frantically searched the room but it was too dark to see anything. She could feel sheets beneath her and covers over her bare legs. Next to her lay the love of her life, Bellamy Blake, who had been woken up by Y/n’s sudden movement.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asked groggily. “Another bad dream?” He wrapped a comforting arm over her shoulders and rubbed gently.  

Y/n nodded, “Except it was you this time.” These types of dreams have been happening more and more as tensions between the 100 rose. Actually, ever since they came to the ground. It was the exact same scenario, except it was usually Y/n lying dead on the floor.

“Maybe it’s a sign you care more about me than yourself.” He whispered, kissing her shoulder. He was attempting to make her feel better, but wasn’t succeeding. Usually, the only thing that calmed her down was the river by the drop ship. “Do you need to walk?”

Y/n glanced down to her watch which read 3 AM. She groaned, “No, it’s fine.” She turned her head so Bellamy could kiss the tip of her nose. “I’m fine. Sorry for waking you.”

“Never apologize. Try to get some sleep, love.”

“I love you.” She kissed him lightly as she lay back down on the pillow.

“Love you too, babe.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and puller her close. She felt protected in his arms and couldn’t help the way her chest ached. After all, she was part of the reason Bellamy tried to get on the drop ship in the first place. If she hadn’t taken those pills for her mom or tried to steal food for Bellamy’s mother when she was pregnant with Octavia, Y/n wouldn’t be here, Octavia wouldn’t be here, and Bellamy wouldn’t be here.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled. She knew he wouldn’t hear due to his slow heart rate and steady breathing. Slowly, she drifted to a light, dream free sleep.

Y/n woke that morning, Bellamy no longer at her side. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She glanced around the room and noted Bellamy’s missing clothes. She deduced that he was on watch already, hours before his actual shift began. Her watch read 10 AM, which meant her shift on watch wouldn’t start of a couple of hours.

She decided to go to the river, to clear her head a bit since she couldn’t get the dream she had out of her head. She changed into the one pair of clothes she had and threw Bellamy’s jacket on too. She stepped outside the tent to an overcast sky and chilly air. There was a sense of foreboding in the air, almost like the world could sense her unease. It felt like some kind of universal foreshadowing.

Bellamy stood against the main entrance, talking to Miller about something Raven was working on. Miller laughed at a joke Bellamy told, and Bellamy smiled in response. Y/n felt her heart flutter slightly; Bellamy’s smile was a rare occurrence, but when it happened, she felt like the sun was breaking through the clouds. His smile helped ease the unsettled feeling in her chest.

“Y/n, you’re up!” Bellamy shouted over to her. She smiled and walked over to him. He gave her a light peck on the lips. He pulled away and searched her eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Still can’t shake the feeling that something awful is about to happen, though.”

Miller sarcastically replied, “It’s the ground. Something bad is always about it happen.”

“Not helpful, Miller.” Bellamy said.

“It’s true, just not helpful.” She chuckled, giving Miller’s shoulder a playful punch. She turned back to Bellamy, “I’m gonna go to the river for a bit…clear my head.”

“Want me to come with you?” Bellamy asked. Y/n noted the worry laced in his voice. A smile tugged at her lips at his sincere tone.

Y/n shook her head and gave a light grin. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be back in time for my shift. Just keep an eye out for anything funky, okay?” He nodded and they exchanged another kiss before parting ways.

The river bed looked exactly like the pictures in the textbook they used for her Earth Skills class: beautiful green grass, fully bloomed flowers, rushing blue waters, and an overall feeling of calm. The only difference was the two-headed dear, which got its second head because of the radiation. Y/n was used to the odd creatures at this point, and thought nothing of it as it grazed the field behind her. Y/n sat on the edge of the sandy river bed and put her feet in the shallow water. The water was chilly, much like the air. She pulled Bellamy’s jacket closer and shivered slightly.

In a lot of ways, the water helped remind Y/n that she was grounded, literally. They had water on the Ark, obviously, but it was different feeling solid ground beneath it. It also helped to know she wasn’t on a tiny floating ship in the middle of space.

Y/n closed her eyes and allowed her other senses to take over. The feel of the grass and water, the smell of fresh earth, the sound of tress rustling all helped remind her that this was real and the ground was real. The dream was not real- snap. Y/n opened her eyes and jumped up from her seated position. She eyed the darkness between the trees, searching for movement. She strained her ears to try to hear something, but couldn’t.

“Must have been an animal…” She whispered to herself, trying to make herself feel better. She turned back to the water and took a deep breath in.

A hand covered her mouth before she could breathe out. She screamed into the muffled hand. The person threw a bag over her head, making the beautiful scene before her disappear. The person wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her over their shoulder. She kicked and trashed to give the person a hard time when they hissed, “Stop struggling. This’ll be a lot easier if you stop.” Y/n recognized the voice, but couldn’t place the owner. Her blood ran cold when she felt a needle dig into her leg. She tried to cry out, but whatever was in the syringe was making her brain and body go limp.

“If Jasper isn’t a good enough bargaining piece for you, Bellamy, I know someone who will be…” Murphy said. Bellamy’s skin ran cold and a panic rushed over his body. He searched Octavia and Raven’s eyes for a sign of what he was talking about. He never would have thought Murphy was talking about her, “Doll, you wanna say something to Prince Charming?” The walkie-talkie cut out and when it turned back on, Bellamy could hear panicked breathing.

“Oh fuck off Murphy.” Y/n spat. Bellamy could practically hear her eye roll. His mind went into over gear, thinking of all the things that could be going wrong in that moment, thinking of all the things Murphy could have done to her.
“Murphy, I swear to God if you hurt-” Bellamy started.

“Calm down, Blake. Get in here and I won’t have to hurt her.”

They came up with a plan; Bellamy wasn’t entirely sure it was going to work but he had to get in there and make sure Y/n was okay. Raven was going to find a way to open the drop ship door, so everyone could get in and help if needed. Murphy would open the drop ship door long enough for Bellamy to get inside and take Jasper’s place.

Y/n still had a bag over her head, so she had no idea what Murphy was doing to Jasper. She could only hear his grunts and groans and Murphy’s dumb comments. She could feel the cold ground of the drop ship, the ties around her arms and legs, and the blood trickling from her head wound. She heard Murphy bargaining with Bellamy, ordering him to switch places with Jasper.

“Bell, don’t. He’s all talk. He won’t do anything.” Y/n yelled, hoping Murphy still had a hand on the talk button.

Murphy laughed and pulled the bag off her head. “You hear that, Prince Charming? Your girl’s feisty. Too bad she’s wrong.” He dug the knife into Y/n’s stomach. She growled in pain, but refused to scream. “Oh, she’s strong too.”

“Murphy, I’ll come in if you leave her alone and let Jasper go.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, prince.” Murphy hissed.

“Find some way to open the drop ship from the outside.” Bellamy ordered Raven as he sat the walkie-talkie down and headed to the drop ship.

“Bellamy, don’t! Please! You don’t know what he’ll do to you!” Octavia pleaded, stepping in front of him.

“I can’t stay out here and wait. She’s in there Octavia. It’s my job to protect her.” Bellamy searched his sister’s pleading eyes before pulling her into a hug. “I’ll be careful. Help Raven, okay?” He let her go and finished his walk to the drop ship. His hand clenched and unclenched as he attempted to calm himself down. He pounded on the door and shouted for Murphy to let him in.

Murphy opened the drop ship door, and began closing it before Bellamy was fully inside and Jasper outside. Bellamy’s eyes searched the room and they landed on Y/n’s tear-filled ones. Murphy had removed the bag over her eyes at some point, so Bellamy could see the full extent of the damage done. Her arms were tied around a pole and her legs were tied together. Her forehead was caked with blood and her shirt was stained with fresh blood from where Murphy stabbed her. Bellamy could feel his rage boiling as he turned his attention to Murphy. His eye was bruised and his nose looked broken. If Bellamy weren’t pissed and scared, he’d laugh at how Y/n tried to fight back.

“What do you want to say? You want me to apologize?” Bellamy asked. He kept glancing over at Y/n, who had now let her tears flow freely. Murphy lifted his gun and pointed it at Bellamy. Bellamy jumped and held his hands up, “I’m sorry.”

Murphy chuckled, “You hear that princess? He’s sorry. No Bellamy, you’ve got it all wrong. I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to feel what I felt, and then I want you to die.”

It was then that Bellamy noticed the seatbelt noose hanging from the rafter. Bellamy swallowed the lump in his throat. “Murphy, please don’t do this,” Y/n begged as Bellamy got on top of a stool.

“Put it over your head.” He said, ignoring Y/n’s cries.

“Murphy, if you do this, they will kill you. You’ll have no way of getting out of here.” Bellamy looked past Murphy and at Y/n as she spoke those words. In her eyes was pure fear. Bellamy could feel his heart stop at the sight.

“A risk I’m willing to take. Now, put it over your head or I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your little girlfriend’s head.” Murphy screamed, causing Bellamy to jump. He looked back at Y/n, at her shaking her head and her terrified expression. He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ before throwing the makeshift noose over his head.

“You happy now?” Bellamy snapped.

“Not quite…” He pulled the rope, causing Bellamy’s body to lift slightly off the stool. He coughed as the rope pressed into his throat.

“Murphy, you’ve made your point. Please!” Y/n begged. Murphy smiled and bit his lip playfully, cynically.

“See Doll, I can’t do that. Because your little prince here…well, he’s got everyone fooled. They think he’s some kind of leader.” Murphy squatted so he was face to face with Y/n. She shot daggers at him with her eyes, but it didn’t seem to faze Murphy. He cupped her cheek and it took everything in Y/n to not flinch under his touch.

“Don’t touch her Murphy or I swear to God!” Bellamy yelled, thrashing his legs to distract him.

Murphy rolled his eyes and laughed, “That old line again? What are you going to do if I did? You gonna hurt me some more? Punish me? You may have everyone else fooled,” He was back at the rope, ready to pull it more at one wrong word, “but you’re a coward. I learned that the day you kicked out the crate from beneath me.”

“It’s what the people wanted Murphy! You were a bully, you terrorized people!” Y/n spat, hoping he’d loosen his grip on the rope.

“Y/n, stop.” Bellamy pleaded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Murphy,” He continued, “I should have stopped them, I know.”

Murphy pulled his lips into a contempt smile, “Yeah well it’s a little late for that.”

As Murphy continued his tyrant, Y/n was searching for a way out. She had been methodically working her hands out of the ties Murphy put on her, and was almost there, but she still needed a way out. She was zoning out of the conversation as she concentrated on what to do next. “…kill your grounder-pounder little sister or maybe your princess.” Y/n’s ears perked at the mention of Octavia. Bellamy kicked again, almost striking Murphy in the chest. Murphy, even more pissed than before, grabbed the rope and pulled it some more so Bellamy was on the tips of his toes.

A shock came from below the ship and all three heard Raven yelp in surprise. Murphy shot at the floor, hoping to hit Raven, when his gun clicked with the familiar sound of an empty chamber. Y/n saw this as her moment. She worked her way completely out of the ropes and quickly untied the ones around her legs. She launched herself at Murphy as he turned around, and knocked him square in the jaw. He stumbled backwards and looked at Y/n with such rage, she felt genuinely scared for her life.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He hissed as he kicked the stool out from under Bellamy. He was now suspended in the air, managing only to provide himself air by tugging at the material around his neck. Y/n grabbed Murphy’s discarded gun and hit him in the back of the head with the butt of the gun. He stumbled back again.

“You little!” He screamed furiously when the door of the drop ship opened. Jasper and Octavia rushed into the drop ship, their guns and swords at the ready. Murphy panicked and rushed up the ladder to the second floor. Jasper followed after him.

“Bellamy!” Octavia shouted and rushed over to her brother’s hanging body. Y/n snapped out of her confused state and ran over to help the siblings. Octavia used her sword to cut the rope. Bellamy’s body landed on the floor loudly. He coughed and sputtered, rubbing his neck as he tried to calm his breathing. Y/n rushed to his side and pulled the noose off his neck. She threw the noose across the room, almost as if being near it would cause him pain. She wiped tears from her eyes and secretly hated that she was crying, but was so thankful that he was okay. Jasper was okay. They all were okay.

“He got away.” Jasper informed them. His exasperation and anger was practically palatable.

“It’s okay. The grounders can have him.” Octavia replied, leaving Bellamy’s side to tell the others the news.

Bellamy clutched Y/n’s hand in his, thumbing her soft skin. He noted the relief in her eyes, but also the fear. “Hey, I’m okay.” He wiped the tears from her eyes. She leaned into the touch and closed her eyes, simply enjoying the closeness.

“I know.” She sighed, only now realizing the pain in her abdomen.

“You’re hurt.” Bellamy sat up and placed a hand on the space above the cut.

“We both need to go to medical I guess.” She laughed half-heartedly, motioning to his neck. He pulled her up from the ground and wrapped an arm around her waist to help her up. He stared at her.

“What?” She chuckled, blushing at the way he was looking at her.

“You were right about you’re feeling that something was going to happen.”

“Must be psychic or something.” 

“I love you. A lot.” He smiled, his face reddening too.

“I know.” She stood on her tip toes, ignoring the pain in her stomach, and gave him a much needed kiss. He cupped her face in his hand again and leaned into the kiss. The kiss left both of them breathless, but it was a breathless that both of them could get used to.

He leaned his forehead against hers, completely forgetting about the blood. He wiped it off his forehead with his sleeve and laughed, “I guess we should get you to medical.”

June 18, 2017 - Rosy Bee-eater (Merops malimbicus)

These bee-eaters are found in parts of western central Africa. Mostly feeding on flying ants, honeybees, and other flying insects, they catch their prey in the air. They are often seen feeding in large groups over water, occasionally skimming the water’s surface. Large colonies nest in holes excavated in wide, flat, sandy islands and river banks.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm new to your blog and I wanted to try propagating. I've already started with some succulents, but I was wondering if you have any specific methods for propagating cacti? I assume the process is similar, but it'd still rather not mess it up! Thank you for any response!

Yo! This is a super g question! Sorry for taking a while to respond, I was trying to think of the best way to demonstrate what the heck I am talking about. I’ve settled for a gif and hopefully it works lol

So I don’t keep many cacti, they are fiddly little pricks and we get way too much water to keep them in an exposed area outside.

Cacti cannot be propagated like succulents. While succulents you can leaf-propagate, cacti (obvs) cannot be leaf-propagated bc they don’t have leaves. 

Sooooo you have to wait for them to ‘pup’. 

Some cacti do this by forming new pups next to the plant: 

These are super easy to propagate, you can use tongs (so that u don’t prick ur fingers) to twist each pup off the mother plant and they should just pop off.

But some other cacti propagate super weirdly, and form pups around the crown of the plant (like they just form all over the cactus)

These are a little trickier to propagate, I cut into the mother plant and remove the baby like a weird little tumour: 

And then you are left w/ a new cactus baby yay!

Now honest 2 god chuck that sucker on top of some DRY sandy (river sand, not beach-sand) soil and he will form roots in about 3-4 months. Try not to water at all for the first month bc otherwise he will rot. 

G luck w ur new baby. 

PS: dw if your cactus hasn’t formed pups yet. They are super slow growing and sometimes take years to form new pups. You can try ‘coring’ to speed up propagation which involves cutting holes in ur cactus, but I haven’t been game to try it out. Try googling and give it a go if u want? I personally prefer to wait for them to form naturally :)

PPS: The white stuff is cactus milk. It is basically like us bleeding to form scabs which protect the skin, so don’t wipe it off! It will help to seal the cactus. You can also put cinnamon in the wound of the mother plant to protect it from rotting! 

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Water Death

To make up for that stressed rant I just posted, have my favorite Uchiha cinnamon roll. 

It’s almost impossible for the body to allow itself to drown. The mouth stays closed, what little air there is trapped and greedily held until the brain is just about to shut down, until all the eyes can see is darkness and only then—

One last breath, one final gasp of denial, and everything ends.

Shisui has watched people drown before. He’s ANBU—it’s a convenient way to get rid of bodies, or at least delay them being found. He’s seen the desperate struggle not to breathe, the fury and terror and then the inevitable surrender. It was one of the reasons he picked the method of death he did; drowning was hardly peaceful, was a fight against an unbeatable enemy, but Shisui has always had a bit of a dramatic streak to him. He’d liked the metaphor of it, the symbolism, and it simultaneously managed to be eminently practical. Even Itachi couldn’t complain.

He’d felt it. He knows the Nakano was the death of him, knows it as well as he knows his own name—another irony, another bit of an inside joke carefully concealed from Itachi, whose sense of humor is underdeveloped at best and who has never, ever appreciated Shisui’s gallows humor, no matter the circumstances. He jumped, and fell, and hit the water, and then the bitter current swept him under, pulled him in and—

One last breath, held until his mind is spinning and his entire chest is burning and then—

His head breaks the surface.

He wakes blind and battered and aching right down to his bones, so much so that he can’t pick out where one pain starts and another begins. There’s water all around him, beneath him, cradling and carrying him, but it isn’t the headlong heedless rush of the Nakano in early spring. This river is smoother, shallower. His feet scrape over a sandy, silty riverbed, and though he can’t see the bank to judge his speed, it definitely seems slower than what he last remembers, that final glimpse he sneaked before he gouged out his own eye for his best friend.

Automatically, he lashes out, seeking something—anything—to grab ahold of, to brace himself with, but comes up with naught. His hands splash futilely through the water, skimming nothing, and Shisui wants to curse. He’s been a shinobi all his life, has worked with more handicaps than this in worse situations, but between the pain and the blindness and the echoing quiet that’s all he can hear beyond the river’s flow, this isn’t looking hopeful.

Shisui takes a breath, chokes on a mouthful of muddy water as a wavelet slaps him in the face, and then fights himself back under control and focuses on his surroundings as best he can. The flow of the river is easy enough to judge, and Shisui kicks out, swimming crosswise to it for what he hopes is the bank with all of his quickly fading strength. There’s no echo around him to suggest a ravine or a canyon, no birdsong or wind-rustled leaf noises to hint at a rocky forest riverbank, and Shisui can only hope that the shore isn’t completely sheer or covered in treacherous loose rock.

But his fingers close on grass, long and sodden and slippery, and then dig into firm clay. Shisui gasps and scrabbles for purchase and breath in equal measure, tries with all his might to drag himself out of the insistent current, and for an endless, breathless moment he thinks he won’t, that he’s going to be pulled away to who knows where. One more wavelet knocks him under, and he comes up sputtering and choking on the taste of river-weed and mud, half of his brain shrieking about infection and diseases and open wounds, god, his eyes

A tree root, thick and trailing, and Shisui grabs it, winds his arm around it and hauls himself forward, towards where the current slides away into nothing more than a gentle tug at his sodden clothes. Another foot further and there’s solid ground beneath his feet, slick and sliding and apparently more silt than clay, but it’s enough. Shisui staggers, off balance and unable to care just for the moment, almost falling as his upper body finally clears the water. He’s heavy, the all-over throb changing to something sharper, angrier as he pushes himself forward, hands reaching blindly. Grass beneath his hands again, but dry this time, the tips bone-brittle and breaking as he seizes fistfuls of it and uses it to pull himself the last few feet out of the water.

There is no thought in him for dignity—not that there ever is, because that’s Itachi’s shtick and Shisui has always been quite happy to be the slightly goofy, easily distracted one of their clique—or even the possible danger of his surroundings. Shisui sucks in his first dry breath, smelling sun-browned grasses and warm summer air, and lets himself fall face-first onto the bank, his feet still dangling in the water and his hands gripping the grass blades without any intention of letting go.

A breath, another. Shisui thinks of drowning, thinks of opening his mouth for that final inhalation of cold, cruel water, and can’t fight the shudder of pure, icy horror that racks his body.

One breath, the sun warm-hot on his face and the river tugging greedily at his toes, and Shisui lets out a long, slow sigh and allows himself to drift.

The darkness, when it comes, is finally, blissfully warm.

Because Shisui’s life has never even remotely resembled a romance novel—except, perhaps, for the dramatic failed suicide attempt in the name of the greater good, but Shisui is trying his best not to think of that—there is no beautiful, kindhearted maiden or brave, strapping hero leaning over him when he comes to. There’s only the cheerful babble of the river as it swirls past his toes, the whisper of wind across short grass and the bone-meltingly sweet heat of the sun against his skin.

And pain, still, from where his eyes were ripped out, from where his body hit the water and was slammed into rocks beneath the treacherous surface, from a fight that never should have happened with a man who should have been an ally. But if nothing else, Shisui is used to pain. His tolerance for it has always been higher than normal, even for a shinobi, and so he pushes it down, shuts it away and focuses on his surroundings instead.

He isn’t in Konoha; that much is immediately apparent. There’s a certain sharp tang to the air that speaks of the sea, even though he can’t hear it, and the sunlight falls unimpeded by Konoha’s towering trees. It’s hardly dead—there are birds around, filling the air with sudden cries and startling bursts of wingbeats as they rise, but they’re grassland birds, swift starlings and light-voiced larks. Shisui knows their cries and calls, but only vaguely, not enough to positively identify where he is from that alone.

Nowhere near Konoha, he’s certain. Nowhere near the Nakano that should have borne him to his watery grave.

But Shisui is a shinobi, has been for over a decade, and he doesn’t waste time with disbelief or directionless worrying about how he got where he is. Instead, he pulls himself to his feet, toeing off his waterlogged sandals as he staggers upright, and listens.

Birdsong and water rushing and a whisper of wind among the grasses. No people. No chakra either, from what he can sense—muted, impossibly weak, those senses, when he’s so used to the Sharingan, to being able to pick out every nuance and spark from half a league away.

(Being blind, he thinks, is quite possibly one of the worst fates an Uchiha could suffer. No matter what power the Mangekyo grants, surely it isn’t worth it.)

The susurration of the grasses breaks briefly to his left, then starts up again a few meters on. Shisui listens carefully, head tilted slightly to hear more clearly. A road, he thinks. Too wide to be a path, and it can’t be a dry riverbed when the river runs to his right. He steps towards it, careful and deliberate, bare feet feeling out the space before they settle. Three short, hesitant steps and the grass gives way to packed earth, rutted and worn almost smooth with small patches of stone peeking through here and there. Shisui doesn’t quite allow himself to sigh in relief, but the thought is certainly there.

Fire Country—Konoha—lies west of the ocean. There are border patrols along the north and northwest borders, and couriers constantly moving to and from the west. If Shisui can figure out the directions and make his way there, he’ll likely be found soon, if he keeps his chakra visible and doesn’t try to hide.


But the reasons for his attempted suicide haven’t been negated by his miraculous (ridiculous) survival. The Uchiha can’t know of Danzo’s actions. They can’t know that Itachi is a double agent, and that Shisui was as well. Shisui can’t take that risk. There’s an entire clan at stake, if he goes back and not enough time has passed. Families and children and Konoha’s fragile peace, and Shisui won’t be the one responsible for upsetting that. Even if Itachi—

Shisui takes a shuddering breath, picks the direction he thinks is east, and starts walking.

It’s hard. The first few steps feel like drowning all over again, his toes scraping the sandy bottom of a river unable to get a grip. Like grasping for a hold and feeling it slip like sodden-slick grass between his fingers. Like one last breath of air that isn’t enough and can’t last. There’s nothing around to steady him, to orient him. Only darkness and a clawing, tearing sort of desperation. Shisui stumbles the way he hasn’t in years, more than a full decade, but his reflexes are enough to catch him even without eyes, and he steadies. One step, another, one foot in front of the other until he’s caught the rhythm of it. His body doesn’t need to see—he’s trained in the darkness a thousand times before, has made himself go without sight because he’s well aware of the Uchiha clan’s almost crippling reliance on their eyes.

But it’s still a shock, suddenly finding himself without. He hadn’t expected to survive his leap into the Nakano—had planned to the contrary, even. One last play to protect Konoha, even if no one besides Itachi ever knows. Because Shisui isn’t a hero, and never has been. He’s an assassin, a killer, has murdered dozens of people and fought in a war and gone on some of ANBU’s darkest missions. But he’s done it all for the good of his village, and that’s what matters. That’s the only thing that counts, in the end.

Danzo… Shisui might not respect the man himself, but he can admire his willingness, his lack of hesitation to dirty his hands in the name of protecting Konoha. Even though Danzo stole his eye, tore it from him and betrayed him, he’s sure that Danzo thought he was doing the best thing for the village. Danzo has never trusted the Uchiha, and apparently with good reason, going by recent events. He has his own beliefs, and he acted on them in the name of keeping Konoha strong.

Shisui won’t aid him, maybe, but he won’t hinder him either.

And he won’t let something as small as a lack of sight stop him from moving forward, now that he’s somehow survived.