Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
steve jobs isnt dead, i just saw the silly old miser selling ipods from 2001 in a big black tent on the side of a road, i tried to buy one but he would not take my money, the only way i would be going off with 10 gb of pure musical power in that tiny little package was if i sold him the rare amulet that i kept around my neck at all times. i refused, and he put a curse on me and my familys crops
Captain America AU where Steve never gets the serum, and instead of joining the army he goes into politics to try to make a difference in the war and bring Bucky home.
Fast forward, Bucky is captured and presumed dead, and Steve throws himself into his job and rises high on the political chain. He becomes an important figure, nicknamed Captain America by his advocates. He rises so high on that ladder that when the Cold War rolls around, the KGB or hydra send the Winter Soldier after him.
And this is the early years for the winter soldier, there are still glitches, still bits of memory. And when he sees Steve, a little less scrawny, a little more grown up but still his Stevie, the winter soldier snaps out of his training.
I lay in bed, reading a book, my long
legs stretched out under the blankets. The space heater buzzed on the
floor beside the bed. It was a little past ten pm the night before
Christmas. Bucky had banished me from the living room about an hour
before, so he could wrap my gifts. He’d been shopping with Steve last
week while Six was off doing whatever it was she did, and had kept
everything at his friends apartment until this evening. Why he hadn’t
wrapped them there, I didn’t know; those two men could save the world
no problem, but figuring out the semantics of holiday preparation
wasn’t a strong suit of either one.
I heard the music in the other room
turn off, and the faint glow of the lamps also went out. Bucky’s
large frame appeared in the doorway; I set down my book. “You all
done babe?” I asked, stretching. He nodded, closing the door most
of the way, the same way it was every night when we went to sleep.
We’d been living in this apartment for a few months now, and it was
beginning to feel like home. Really though, wherever he was felt like
home to me.