Look at this thing from like ages ago and has been collecting dusts in the drafts since the time when I was convinced that Chara is the warrior and Frisk is the magician in the intro reincarnated… Until I bumped into @passivechara ’s Reada and I became waaaaaayyyy too attached o)-(
rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end choose however many people you want to tag!
I was tagged by the lovely @sugdone Thanks babe! I love things like this, even though it takes me ages to do them. 💖
 drink: water
 phone call: unknown number so didn’t answer!
 text message: my brother
 song you listened to: Skies The Limit - Fleetwood Mac
 time you cried: watching the special tribute to Philip Seymour Hoffman on THG: Mockingjay Part One blu-ray.
HAVE YOU EVER…
 dated someone twice: no
 been cheated on: no
 kissed someone and regretted it: yes!
 lost someone special: I thought I had, but perspective changes with time. So not yet.
 been depressed: yes
 gotten drunk and thrown up: oh hell yes and it was awful cos though I was off my tits, the sober part of my subconscious was aware and fully ashamed of the rest of me. It will never happen again.
LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:
 any shade of blue
 dark red
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…
 made new friends: yes
 fallen out of love: no
 laughed until you cried: listen, I only have to really laugh for a couple of seconds and I’m crying! It’s bad. No joke.
 found out someone was talking about you: ohh yes
 met someone who changed you: maybe
 found out who your true friends are: yes
 kissed someone on your Facebook list: not in the last year.
 how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: none
 do you have any pets: not any more
 do you want to change your name: my middle name for sure.
|25] what did you do for your last birthday: the usual - spent it with family
 what time did you wake up: today I automatically woke up at 6am, but that’s not when I got up 😁
 what were you doing at midnight last night: re-watching Line Of Duty
 name something you cannot wait for: Getting final series (series 5) of Ripper Street on blu-ray. Hurry up and come out!!
 when was the last time you saw your mother: Er, ten minutes a go 😂
 what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: have endless amounts of money
 what are you listening to right now: Problematic - Five Star
 have you ever talked to a person named tom: several.
 something that is getting on your nerves: a lot of work colleagues and new manager. Oh, and certain fandoms.
 elementary: ??? I went through primary school, yes. I think I quite liked it.
 high school: secondary school as we call it over here wasn’t bad. It had ups and downs of course.
 college: I stayed on at my school’s sixth form and got my A Levels. Some good memories.
 hair colour: brunette.
 long or short hair: long hair, (short never seems to suit my face shape). And it’s really long right now.
 do you have a crush on someone: fuck me yes. It’s rare when I don’t.
 what do you like about yourself: my eyes; my wit; my ability to attract people as friends; my compassion towards all animals
 piercings: one in each earlobe and belly button pierced
 nickname: TJ/T/Taz
 relationship status: it’s complicated
 zodiac sign: Leo
 pronouns: she/her
 favourite tv show: so many omg. Top ones are Desperate Housewives; Being Human (UK); Elementary; Ripper Street; Ally McBeal
 tattoos: none but maybe one day
 right or left handed: left
 surgery: none
 piercing: earlobes
 best friend: laura. We made it through primary to six form and into our early 20s. She didn’t make a great first impression and then she disappeared and I haven’t seen or heard from her in over a decade
 sport: I have no idea
 vacation: somewhere in Ireland visiting family
 pair of trainers: urgh they were probably pink (I hate pink)
 eating: nothing
 drinking: nothing
 I’m about to: fall off to sleep omg
 listening to: NCIS blaring from the living room tv (I’m in my bedroom)
 waiting for: the want to go to bed
 want: so many things. But right now I’ll settle for food.
 get married: no thanks
 career: never been a career-minded gal. Sorry society
WHICH IS BETTER…
 hugs or kisses: hugs
 lips or eyes: eyes
 shorter or taller: taller
 older or younger: Depends
 romantic or spontaneous: hmm tough one. I’m not so comfortable with either. Maybe spontaneous, but not too sure.
 nice arms or nice stomach: I am a sucker for arms, so yeah gonna say arms
 sensitive or loud: sensitive but not in a Bedazzled kind of way lol
 hook up or relationship: relationship. The other is so not me
 trouble maker or hesitant: hesitant
HAVE YOU EVER…
 kissed a stranger: he kissed me. I was just working to work in the morning and he came out of nowhere and kissed me!
 drank hard liquor: yes
 lost glasses/contact lenses: don’t wear either so no
 turned someone down: all the time
 sex on first date: no
 broken someone’s heart: I doubt it
 had your own heart broken: at the time I thought so, but no
 been arrested: no
 cried when somebody died: yes, my grandmother
 fallen for a friend: several times
DO YOU BELIEVE IN…
 yourself: hardly ever
 miracles: sometimes
 love at first sight: no way
 santa claus: nope
 kiss on the first date: sure, why not? If I want to then I will
 angels: not really
 current best friend’s name: Z
 eye colour: brown
 favourite movie: Clue
 favourite flower: anything but sunflowers. Fucking HATE sunflowers, you have no idea. I do love cherry blossom a lot. But I really hate sunflowers! Hate them.
 You believe puns are the highest form of wit  You have blonde hair  Your parents are separated or divorced  You love ice skating  You’ve suffered from depression before  You have a big secret that you’ve kept for years  You are short or petite  You would die to protect your family  You still own cuddly toys/stuffed animals, and you love them  You have been expelled or suspended from school before Total:
Willow Danielle Rosenberg
 You’d describe yourself as quite ambitious 
You have participated in internet dating before
 You suffer from stage fright  You are or were a straight A student  You are ginger or otherwise a redhead  You own at least one pair of overalls  You’re great with computers  You’re an only child  You own at least one choker necklace  You’re no stranger to anxiety Total:
Xander Lavelle Harris
 You’ve had to wear an eye-patch before  You sometimes worry that you’ll end up like your parents  You own a skateboard  You have a jealous streak  You enjoy or are skilled at woodwork or carpentry  You own at least one Hawaiian T-shirt  You tend to attract quirky, odd people  You use your sense of humor to get through tough times  You know how to perform CPR  Of all your friends, you’re the “normal” or “sane” one Total:
 You’re awful with computers  Tea is your favorite drink  You can be quite sarcastic  You wear glasses, or have worn glasses  You’ve fainted or have been knocked out at least thrice in your life  You’ve been fired from a job before  You live in a different country now to the one you were born in  You get weirdly excited by the macabre and the supernatural  You love reading  You are the oldest person in your group of friends Total:
 You often feel alone in a crowd  You’ve been part of a gymnastics, cheerleading, or dance squad  You have or would like to pursue a career in acting  You’ve never been to university, nor do you plan to  You love fashion  You’ve been nominated for prom king/queen, homecoming king/queen, or something of that nature  You’d rather hear brutal honesty than a beautiful lie  You have an alliterative name  You quite like personalized license plates  You feel as though people underestimate your intelligence Total:
 You’ve had a difficult relationship with your father  You feel a lot of guilt and regret for your past actions  You love eyeliner  You have a dark sense of humor  You own at least two long coats  You are a mother or father  You’re a talented artist  You have at least one tattoo  You own at least one pair of leather trousers  You’re a bit of a loner
Daniel ‘Oz’ Osborne
 You have a very patient temper  You’ve had a one night stand before  You’ve dyed your hair at least three times  You have a talent for keeping a straight face when amused  You own a van or minivan  You’re often prone to deep, philosophical thoughts 
You know how to play the guitar
 You’re a man or woman of little words  You are or have been in a band  You go by your last name, or an abbreviation of your last name Total:
 You own at least one cat  You have (or once had) a stutter or other speech impediment  You are allergic to seafood (or some seafood)  You know how to do tarot  Sometimes you feel like an outsider in your own group of friends  You have lost contact with at least one person in your immediate family  People often tell you that you have a beautiful singing voice  You know how to read palms  You are romantically attracted to the same sex  You own crystals Total:
 You sometimes feel overshadowed by siblings or other family members  You keep a journal or diary  You feel embarrassed about the crushes you’ve had in the past  You’ve stolen before  You know at least two languages  You enjoy chess  You are the youngest person in your group of friends  Harry Potter is your favorite book series  You have a thirst for knowledge and love researching topics of interest  You tend to form unlikely friendships Total:
William ‘Spike’ Pratt
 You have a good relationship with your mother  You smoke  You can be quite reckless and spontaneous  You’ve dyed your hair  You’d describe yourself as a hopeless romantic  You love daytime TV/soap operas  You enjoy getting drunk on a regular basis  You’d be prepared to drastically change yourself to please a lover  You own a leather jacket, leather duster, or other type of leather coat  You have a short temper
 You think revenge is a righteous and just concept  You find bunnies to be overrated 
You would love to get married one day
 You often offend people without meaning to  You consider yourself a feminist 
You’ve had at least one really bad boss in the past
 You admit to being a bit of a misanthrope
 You’re great at board games  You’d describe yourself as a capitalist  You work or have worked in retail Total:
Just a dump of random Double Nates screenshots I think I once had plans for?? But those plans have since been forgotten so here they are as is~ (Also maybe just me but I captioned with the file names & some of them give me a right giggle so~)
Notes: (Masterlist) ( @steverogersnotebook ) ( @whydouwantaname ) I promised I’d write this once finals were over. And that is what I have done. And let me tell you, this one is long. (Not as long as Winter Captain, but long.) I’ve definitely written longer one-shots, but I loved this one. Thanks for the inspiration. (This opening bit has been sitting in my drafts for ages.)
“Are you saying this thing
can travel through time?” Steve demanded, looking at the metal box in the
abandoned HYDRA base in Sokovia.
Wanda shrugged. “That was
its original purpose. I do not know if it ever actually achieved that aim, but
that was its intention,” she remarked. Steve stared at the machine for several
moment. This could be it. The key to stopping everything before it started. The
box in front of him could save… everyone.
He took a step forward.
“Steve, no,” Wanda
warned. “It was never tested! It could kill you!”
“But it could also save
everything!” Steve murmured quietly. Ignoring the younger twin’s protests, he
opened the box and clambered in. It was a bit cramped for his bulky frame, but
he didn’t care.
He flicked the knobs
until he reached the desired date. January 4, 1945.
A day before Bucky fell
off the train.
Steve hit the green
button and the small box started to shake violently. He could hear Wanda calling
out to him, sounding scared. But he continued to ignore her. This was something
he was willing to risk if it mean restoring peace.
And saving Bucky from
After what felt like
three days—but really wasn’t and Steve knew it—the shaking stopped. The captain
opened the small door and unfolded himself out of the tiny cavity.
The first thing he saw
The second thing he saw
was a soldiers’ camp nearby.
The third was the moon
brightly shining from the black sky.
Adjusting his shield on
his back, he dodged behind some trees, not wanting to be seen. He peered
between the leaves and raised his eyebrows. Oh
wow, he thought, impressed and pleasantly surprised. I actually did it. The camp a few yards away wasn’t populated with
just any small unit of soldiers with no backup anywhere nearby.
It was the Howling
Steve smirked to himself.
He hadn’t seen those faces with his own eyes in years. Seventy to be precise,
but he spent most of those in the ice. It felt like he’d only left them four,
maybe five years ago. There was Monty, Dum-Dum, Jim, Gabe—
And Bucky—who was sitting
next to Steve’s younger self.
Steve froze, entire body
going rigid. Bucky…
The brunet had laugh
lines around his eyes. He was smiling—heck,
he was laughing. Steve’s heartstrings
tugged painfully. It had felt like so long since he’d heard his best friend’s
laugh. It reminded him of… well. The forties.
He snapped back behind
the tree as the younger version of himself turned to look around.
“Alright, guys. Go to
sleep. I’ve got first watch,” younger Steve told the Commandos.
“I can take first,” Bucky
put in. “You took first last night.”
From behind the tree,
only listening now, Steve smiled. He remembered when Bucky would do that.
“It’s fine. Kinda wanna
be awake with just my thoughts for a while,” the younger Steve commented. Older
Steve could practically see Bucky’s shrug, imagined the brunet holding his belt
buckle with both hands the way he always had when he was wearing his uniform.
Steve smiled and snuck a peek around the tree trunk. Bucky had walked off and
was settling down on his bedroll.
About an hour into his
watch, the young Steve got up from the tree stump he’d been sitting on and
started to walk.
Towards where Steve was
A few choice words ran
through Steve’s head. Maybe I could
explain it to him… he thought. But a
little farther away from the camp so no one will hear. He edged around the
tree until younger Steve had passed and then carefully matched his movements
from two paces behind, including where his boots fell so that there would only
be one set of footprints and the sound of only one man walking. He knew how
good his senses were.
He followed his younger
self for several yards, wondering where he was going. Both had their shields on
their arms after forties-Steve had taken his off of his back and
twenty-first-century Steve had copied him.
Young Steve whirled
around, moving to whack Older Steve with his shield—which Steve blocked with
his shield. A loud CLANG!
reverberated through the trees “Put that thing down you’re going to hurt
yourself,” he snapped irritably. Young Steve recovered from the confusion of
seeing himself—just an older, wearier
version—pretty quickly and he obviously didn’t like being ordered around like
that. He grabbed Steve’s shield, twisted it and slammed Steve in the gut with
the rim of his shield. Older Steve stumbled backwards before collapsing into
“Why are you following
me? What kind of imposter are you?” the younger version of Steve demanded,
holding Steve down by planting his knee into his chest. It made Steve snort.
He’d been lost in the future for so long that he’d almost forgotten how much of
a pretentious punk he’d been in the forties.
“I’m not an imposter. I’m
from the future. I’m trying to save Bucky.”
widened. “Why? What happens to Bucky? How far into the future are you from?!”
He looked horrified.
“I can’t tell you that.
Far enough to know what happens after the next few days.” He shoved his younger
self off of him. “Put that thing away, you’re going to hurt someone,” he
snapped again, yanking his shield back out of the younger man’s grip.
Forties-Steve stared at him, still looking absolutely horrified. “If you don’t
let me help you, Bucky’s not gonna die, but he’s going to suffer a fate far worse
than death—at the hands of HYDRA.”
Forties-Steve froze, face
stuck in horror. “What kind of fate?”
“They’re going to
brainwash him, wipe his memories, and then turn him into an assassin.”
“No…” younger Steve
whispered, face still looking absolutely horrified.
“Yeah. And if you don’t
help me, it’ll happen all over again.”
Younger Steve sat down in
the snow, staring at the older version of him. “How do we save him?” he finally
asked, casting a glance through the sparse trees to the camp where the Commandos
“When you pull him behind
you to shield him from a HYDRA gun, deflect the blast straight forward, rather
than your right. If you deflect it to your right, it will blow a hole in the
side of the train that he’ll fall out of. Not to mention that directing the
blast that way throws you to the other side of the train from him and you’re
not fast enough to protect him again. So when you pull him behind you, stand
your ground. The shield should absorb most of the impact and send the blast
forward if you do it right.”
“When will this be?”
“And I’ll be on a train.”
“You’ll understand when
you get there.”
“And where are you going
“In case he does fall,
I’m going to be in the ravine to find him before the Russians do.”
“Then, I’ll return him to
you. And when you go to the hangar—again, you’ll understand when you get
there—make sure Bucky gets on that plane with you.”
“That one I’m not going to tell you. It’d spoil all
“And what about you?”
“Once I make sure you two
both get on that plane, I’m returning to the future.”
“Steve?” a voice called.
It was Bucky. Older Steve jackknifed to his feet and disappeared up a tree and
into the shadows as a very tired Sergeant Barnes staggered upon younger Steve.
“What are you doing? Who are you talking to?”
“Myself,” younger Steve
“Well, it’s my turn to
take watch. So go back and get some sleep.”
“Okay.” He gave Bucky a
one-armed side-hug and they went back to camp. Once they were gone Steve
dropped out of the tree, rolled, and straightened up. He silently made his way
back to the weird time machine, crawled back into it, and set the controls for
the next day, about an hour before the train with Zola on it would take Bucky
away from Steve forever.
The machine shook
again—not so hard and not so long this time—and he got out.
He wasn’t in the ravine, but he was really close.
Silently, he made his way
through the woods and picked his way down the slope until he was at the bottom
of the ravine. He looked around for anything he remembered—any landmarks so he
wouldn’t have to search for too long to find Bucky—but everything was different
from the bottom.
Steve cursed under his
breath but felt a slight vibration tint the air. He started sprinting along the
side of the ravine, knowing the train was on its way, barely avoiding slipping
on the snow and falling into the river. He’d have to get as far in as possible
in case Bucky fell off. I am not losing him like this again, he thought
harshly. Even though he was far away from the outcropping the Commandos were
sitting on so they could zip-line to the train, he could still hear the sound
of the harpoon that shot the cable as it echoed down the frigid canyon.
Or, rather, it would have
been frigid, had Steve been anyone but himself.
He could feel the
vibrations getting more and more violent, washing his skin with uncomfortable
tingling. The train was getting closer—as well as faster. He kept running.
After a moment, the train
had arrived. There was no hole in the side of it and Gabe was making his way
towards the front.
There was no sign of
Bucky or Young Steve.
They must have gone
inside a while ago, given Gabe’s position.
So they were probably
fighting the HYDRA attackers.
Steve kept pace with the
train for far longer than he thought he could. Adrenaline rushed through his
veins and even though he could barely see what was happening, he saw Gabe crash
through the glass at the front of the train—which had happened after Bucky fell
Steve slid to a halt in
Bucky hadn’t fallen.
Steve sent a prayer of
thanks towards the high heavens and started the run back to the time machine.
It took a little longer because he was a little bit tired, but he’d done it.
He’d saved Bucky from falling—from losing his arm—from becoming the Winter
He climbed back into the
box, folding himself into the cramped space and flicking the knobs for when the
bomber plane would take off.
After a few moments of
shaking and vibrating, Steve hauled himself out. He was in the huge hangar in
the alps, near the door that would open the plane into the sky. He hid behind
some crates and waited. All he needed to do was make sure Bucky made it onto
the plane when his younger self did. Then, seventy years later, they would both
be in the future and everything would be okay. Hopefully. Everything was still
He waited for almost two
hours before the fighting broke out in the hangar. He stayed hidden but watched
the Valkyrie start up and start
cruising down the huge runway. Steve squished himself down farther.
When the bomber reached
him, he saw the younger version of himself on the landing gear extending his
hand out for someone in darker clothing on the car that Colonel Phillips was
He leapt, grabbing Steve’s
hand right as Phillips braked the car. The older Steve stared longingly at
Peggy where she was staring off at the Valkyrie
as it flew away. Steve relaxed against the wall for a moment, disbelief etched
on the lines of his face. He stared at the crates across from him with his jaw
I did it. I… did it, he thought.
Fighters were getting
closer and closer to him. Quickly he climbed back into the box and set the
controls for the day in the future he’d left only maybe ten hours before. Maybe.
The shaking and
vibrations started up again. Steve didn’t know if he should laugh during the
trip or cry. Both would be with relief but disbelief. What was going to change
when he got back to the future? Was everything going to be okay? He thought he’d
done it, but had he?
Because of the longer
trip, the crazy shaking between times took longer. Not quite like the
three-days that it felt going back to 45, but it took a long time anyway.
Steve settled on laughing
and crying. Tears streamed down his
face and he cackled.
Then the shaking stopped
and he burst out of the cavity of a box to see Wanda looking at him with incredulity
and anger. “Where have you been? You have been gone for two hours!” she
demanded. Steve raised his eyebrows.
The door to the room
burst open and another angry figure stormed in. “You ABSOLUTE IDIOT!” a furious voice shouted. Steve whirled around to see
a tall man—but still shorter than him—looking ticked.
But he had short hair,
carefully-styled. His eyes had laugh lines around bright eyes—and two normal
Steve jumped over to his
best friend and threw his arms around him. Bucky hugged him back, obviously confused.
“What’s this for?” he asked.
“I’ll explain later,”
Bucky hesitated. “Okay?”
Another man came in. Steve
stared at him. They were still speaking? More must have changed than he
Tony stared between them.
“Hey, army bros, we should probably get going!”