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Four Times|Marvel

(Steve Rogers x Female!Reader)

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: Steve Rogers has only felt time stop four times.


The first time Steve Rogers feels time stop is when he sees her for the first time.

Wearing a long (Y/F/C) dress and holding a glass of champagne in one hand, (Y/N) looked like the picture of elegance.

Steve had, of course, heard about her before. Thor had never stopped rambling about the ‘pretty SHEILD lady who punched my brother so hard he saw Helheim.’ He had never pictured her like that before, radiating beauty.

The momentary pause of time was destroyed, however, when she, in a typical (Y/N)-esque way, tripped on her friend’s foot and tumbled to the ground.

He was at her side in an instant, helping her up from the ground and handing her a wad of napkins to help salvage her dress.

(Y/N) beamed at him, dabbing at the stain on her dress as she said, “Thanks, stranger.” Steve had blushed, softly saying, “My name’s Steve. Steve Rogers.” Her smile widened, if possible. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”


The second time Steve Rogers feels time stop is when she pauses before answering his question.

He felt his heart thud in his chest as she paused, her eyes searching his while his question still hung in the air.

‘Will you marry me?’

He had arranged a romantic date, he had gotten down on one knee, he had asked her to marry him, so why was she pausing?

(Y/N) loved him.


“Of course I will, Rogers,” she said softly, tears pouring down her cheeks.

The third

Steve stood up and kissed her, felt her kiss him back, but something was still wrong.

Why had she paused?

(Y/N) pulled back, her eyes still wet as she said, “I know what you’re thinking, Steve. I…I just needed a minute to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

He kissed her again, and felt sparks like it was the first time they had ever kissed.


The third time Steve Rogers feels time stop is when she takes his hand for their first dance as a married couple.

(Y/N) is smiling as she oulls him onto the dance floor, and his hands automatically settle around her waist.

They sway gently to the music, and he could easily swear on his life that he had never been happier than that moment and not be lying.

Steve’s voice is low and you can practically hear his happiness when he whispers, “I love you so much, (Y/N) Rogers.”

(Y/N) laughed. “I love you too, Stevie. More than you can ever imagine.”

They dance, and it doesn’t matter what song is playing because they are making their own music, their own rhythm as they go.

And James Barnes swears that he has never seen anyone so obviously in love than at that moment.

And Sam Wilson knows that nobody could make Steve happier than (Y/N).

And Natasha Romanoff cannot suppress a smile when she thinks of that dance.

And Bruce Banner thinks that they are as indisputably in love as the laws of space and time.

And Thor Odinson laughs at the sight of Steve blushing scarlet when the Asgardian joked about the wedding night.

And Tony Stark refuses to admit that he was crying when they danced.

And Clint Barton videotaped Tony crying for proof.


The last time Steve Rogers feels time stop is when Tony delievers him the news that hit the supersoldier like a moving train.

It was an easy mission, they had said.

Just one agent, in and out quickly.

Of course, she had voluntereed.

Of course, they had been wrong.

He can feel his heart stop at the thought of her, broken and small, on the floor of a HYDRA compound for her fellow agents to find.

He can feel his mug drop out of his hand and shatter against the floor of the kitchen.

He can feel his breathing, ragged and irregular, as he stumbles to sit in a chair lest he falls and shatters like the mug he had held.

He can feel the weight of Tony’s sad eyes on his back as the billionaire backs out of the room.

He can feel his mind racing to come up with some other reality, one where he hasn’t lost her.

He can feel the tears pouring down his face, hot and thick.

He can feel the memory of her kissing him, the memory of her hands on his chest.

Steve Rogers wishes that he couldn’t feel anything.


Even if you can’t commission me, reblogs or any boosts are so very highly appreciated!! C:

So I need money for a new laptop. I decided to do commissions before the one I’m currently using stops working completely (…I barely got it working for now and I’m not sure for how long it’s gonna hold). I still have school but I will try to get them done in the evenings as much as possible. Sorry if the prices are too much, it’s my first time doing commissions so more than anything, I’m just trying to see if I‘m able to get any at all. The rules are listed below (PLEASE READ):

*Send me a PM here on tumblr to contact me!!
*I accept PAYPAL only. I will send you an invoice after you confirm your request along with your email adress. Reminder that you’ll be charged a paypal fee (around 1~3$ at most).    
*Prices can increase or decrease depending on the complexity of the   drawing, and I’m open to negotiations
*I will start working after receiving the payment
*You can ask for 2 revisions
*Please be specific about what you want and send me as many references as possible, or a detailed description

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!! I’m not sure if I will get any commissions yet so there’s no slot system for now.

There are a few examples of my art above. To see more of them check out herehere and here. Basically what I can draw for you is:

*NSFW/Smut (This depends a lot!!!)
*Gay stuff
*Cute stuff 
*Combinations of the things listed above
*Your OC’s
*Characters from anime, manga, comics, games etc. 

What I won’t draw:

*Furry (I can only draw an actual cat next to the character/s)
*Realistic People
*Certain kink/fetish stuff

This is how I feel about the “new” Credence.

Tbh I’m a little scared. It’s only been maybe a year since the last movie took place (the new movie is set in 1927) So, I’m really curious to see how he could have made so much progress in that time. But I’m also scared we won’t get any of the Credence we got in the first one… like, he honestly looks pissed off in the new picture, and I’m really hoping he’s not “out to get Grindelwald” or looking for revenge or something. Because I really don’t see Credence being that type of person… Maybe I’m too hung up on the version of Credence that I’ve written, lol— but I still want his sweet innocence that makes him Credence. I know I just have to trust J. K. Rowling with it.. but I still have his unsettling feeling. What are your thoughts?

College Tips

My first semester of college is almost over and I thought I would list some tips and tricks that I learned. 

  • Bring your own microwave and fridge. There’s a community microwave on my floor and so my roommate and I don’t have one, but there are many days when I don’t want to leave my room to make food. 
  • You will get tired of seeing people. Taking time to stay in your room and recharge is okay.
  • You will get tired of dining hall food. You’ll also probably eat at the dining hall less than you predicted.
  • Get a backpack with a laptop holder. Even if you don’t take notes on your laptop in class. There is going to be a day when you want to do your homework in the library or with friends that day and carrying your laptop in a laptop sleeveless backpack is a struggle. 
  • Its okay to say no to social events if you don’t feel like it or if you really feel like staying in and studying a little more.You don’t have to spend every second with your friends. You live with most of them. 
  • Academics are important. You are in college to learn. Don’t spend the whole time chasing after a significant other. Find friends and stick with them. 
  • But also, Make sure you don’t say no to everything. Your academics are important but college is half social. If you’re going to live on campus and not talk to anyone, you might as well save the money and live off campus. 
  • Study with other people, even if it’s not your style (it’s not mine). At some point, it becomes very important and extremely crucial to study with other people. 
  • Set an external goal for success. For example, my brother is going to buy me a Nintendo Switch if my GPA is 3.75. If you keep your goals internal they’re a lot easier to change and not achieve. 
  • Read the textbook. I discovered (halfway through the semester, unfortunately) that I did better in chemistry whenever I read the book before class and tried to work the example problems on my own. Therefore I could go to class with any questions instead of learning the information and being stuck with my questions later when I was trying to do my homework. 
  • Set apart time to study. Time management is key. I figured out that I had to literally plan out my whole day with times in order to get myself to be productive. 
  • Give yourself a day to not study. College is exhausting. You’re going to want that one day to sit by yourself and do nothing all day. 
  • Know that you might not have time for everything that you want to have time for. At some point, your free time will be eaten up by projects, tests or just pure exhaustion.
  • College is exhausting. Make sleeping important. Try to go to bed early and wake up with enough time to get up with enough time to completely get ready for your class (if you have a morning class) and eat breakfast.
  •  Become friends with your RA. They’re in a leadership role on your floor and they want to help you (or at least they should) and be your friend. 
  • Its okay if you aren’t best friends with your roommate as long as you’re friendly. My roommate and I have very little in common, but we have an understanding in the room about what each other likes. Its okay if you don’t feel like your roommate is your other half. Perhaps, that relationship will grow throughout the year or it won’t and that’s okay too. 
Happy Friendsgiving

I was going to post this on Thanksgiving until I found out there was a Friendsgiving and it’s today, according to Snapchat anyway. I just wanted to take the time to tell all my friends how much I love them.

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There I was again, at the place where a boy messed with my heart for the very first time. And the very last, for now at least.

And I couldn’t help but wonder what if he showed up again. I did not believe in love at first sight, but it happened. I became a naive romantic longing to see the stranger who made my heart race like crazy once more. Just to make things clear. Just to, maybe, continue the story we’ve started. The story about a girl with a secret and a boy who couldn’t stand being around his relatives.

But the hours passed and no one came. No one wants to go through the tall grass and everything. No one but me, and the only other person who would is miles away.

“Let go, Miracle. He’s gone. You’ll never see him again,” I told myself as I stood up. I couldn’t stay here without thinking about him. Not on my birthday. Everyone was going to come celebrate. I guess they wouldn’t rise an eyebrow if I, the birthday girl, came fashionably late, but just tell me, why stay here and wait for someone who isn’t going to return?

I wrote the ending to our shortlived, one-shot lovestory alone as my feet carried me away from the pond.

On our first date we went to see Cthulhu.

Technically the name of the building is the Miskatonic Aquarium. Technically, Cthulhu isn’t the only exhibit there. But no one ever “goes to the Miskatonic Aquarium.” It’s always “going to see Cthulhu.”

“Have you ever been here before?” she asked as we entered the building.

I shook my head.

She grinned. “You’re going to love it.”

“I take it you’ve been here before, then?”

“Yeah, lots of times. I’ve always been kind of obsessed with Cthulhu.” She paused. “Um, maybe that was a poor choice of words. I’m not a cultist or anything. It’s just… do you remember when they took him out of R'lyeh? It was kind of a formative moment for me.”

I did. We watched it live on the television in Ms. Graham’s third-grade class when they dredged Cthulhu out of the ocean and bound him to make him harmless. There was a tension in the air, a fear shared by the whole world watching which the grown-ups tried to hide from us but which we all knew about anyway: What if it failed? What if the meticulous and supposedly foolproof plans and calculations fell apart when faced with the reason-defying power of a god? What if they woke him and unleashed him on the world?

But they didn’t. The operation went exactly as planned and they played triumphant music on the broadcast and politicians made speeches. It didn’t really feel triumphant to me at the time, though. It felt like we had gotten away with something. It felt like we had done something foolish and against the rules, and it was only through incredible luck or trickery or both that we weren’t paying the consequences.

“Yeah, I know a lot of people felt that way,” she said after I finished. “And it’s definitely understandable. Like it’s a monster movie cliche, right? The scientists and authority figures who think that they understand the monster and that they’re in control of the situation are always wrong. But in this case they really did know what they were doing, and they really were careful.”

At this point we reached the front of the line and got our tickets. Seeing a god in chains: fifteen dollars with the student discount. Hard to get a better deal than that.

“Are you ready for this?” she asked as we approached the entrance to the main exhibit.

I wasn’t sure that I was, but I wanted to be, so I said yes and we stepped inside.

I’m releasing new prints! For the first time ever Ajna will debut for my Black Friday Release on my Etsy and my custom print shop. 🖤 I based the concept of my painting on the third eye and how we need to open that eye to see the world and how we effect it. We need to protect the world we live in and become one with nature. I️ try to leave as small a carbon footprint as I️ can. How about you lovelies? Small things help like, I️ recycle and walk everywhere. I️ paint with non-toxic duo oils and donate to bee charities. Even the bags I️ give out at cons are biodegradable. All so I can give back to the planet I love😘 I also want to give back to my supporters for all your love of my art. So I’ll be giving FREE shipping worldwide to all you lovelies and giving great goodies like free sketched postcards, and two originals bee drawings that I’ll slip into two lucky orders over the weekend. I️ hope you like Ajna and what she stands for. ☺️💙 so much love to you all! #weekendvibes #savetheplanet #artislife

#camilladerrico #popsurrealism #manga #saturday #artist #artwork #painting #oils #blackfriday #blackfridayrelease

The Pleiades fascinate me so much, I love the story behind the stars, and love the fact that on the one hand, it’s an easy constellation to find in the sky, but on the other hand, it’s hard to see them with the naked eye. It actually got me to crack out my camera again for the first time in years and get a photo of them ☺️🌌

Hey I goT TagGed iN sOMetHINg

i was tagged by @katsu–done

rules: tag 10 followers you’d like to get to know better

name: audrey

nickname(s): auds, audy, audie, pongo (courtesy of my dad)

gender: female

⭐ sign: sagittarius

height: 164cm (5′4″)

sexuality: biromantic heterosexual

hogwarts 🏠:  ravenclaw (but the first time i took the test i was gryffindor? idk)

average hours of 💤: 8 - 9 usually

🐶 or 🐱 person: cAtS

blanket you 💤 with: a sheet and a Hogwarts crest blanket that i loVE

dream trip: going to New York and seeing as many Boradway shows as I’m allowed to. But hey, I’m going to Japan next year so that’s fun!

when I made my blog: Yeet ummm… Like last year sometime? It was near september or something but I recently started using tumblr again in like August or something

followers: 232! (and i love each and every one of you)

why I made a Tumblr: to post art and follow artists i’ve always wanted to follow on social media because they’re so good. So. Good.

reasons for my url: roses and garbage cans. My last name is Rose and I am trash. therefore my url was born

i tag: @sisroks @i-can-dig-up-elvis @star-multicolor @noche-bruises @o-bscuritea @michaelmell-protectionunit @gumdropsharks @meriquee @blitheangel @cursedquill

you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, just thought it was a fun idea 

anonymous asked:

Hey I just wanted to see how you're holding up and sending you a big virtual hug! ❤️💛💚💙

Thank you so much, love. To be honest, I’m not doing all that great. Facing the holidays for the first time without my dad is one of the hardest things I think I’ve ever experienced, and that’s in a long list of loss I’ve gone through. It’s gonna be a rough couple of months, on top of him just not being here at all anymore. 

But I’m still here, despite what my depressive thoughts try to convince me to do. I’m sticking around for friends and family. I’m doing my best. I know that the pain of not having him here, of losing not just him but the pieces in my life he filled, will never go away; those now empty holes in my life and my heart will never be refilled. But I hope to get to a place where it just won’t hurt quite this badly.

I have received so much love and understanding and support and patience, I couldn’t ask for more.

And now, seeing Jared get on stage and being loved on by the rest of the cast and fans and playing guitar at the Hawaii Con SNS definitely brightened my day a little bit. It makes me genuinely happy and it feels good to cry happy tears for a change. 



I was just new at work when i first had a glance of you. You were walking/running towards the finger scanner as you hurriedly went outside to catch the service van from our office to Buendia. You were wearing a blue longsleeves polo that time and your hair as messy as it always was because it was curly but i definitely liked it because it suits you. And from that moment, as foolish as this may get, but i saw potential in you. One i would want to be with, one i would want to risk things, one i would want to open up my heart again.

Months came and i was just contented seeing you sometimes, passing through the hallways, attending first friday masses, seeing you always at the front line during flag ceremonies. Until September came and i already had a group of friends and i came to talk about you suddenly asking if they know you. Sadly, they don’t but my friends knew better. They made a way to know your name and i was so thankful and excited that i checked your facebook account. With there i saw, that you’re a licensed Chemical Engineer and a graduate of UST plus your account looks good and that my friends knew that i really hate seeing jeje accounts (lol) they knew how high my standards are. With that, i came to like you even more.

We came to talk, i came to get to know you from the littlest details to how you hate it when i speak while watching movies so you tend to go back to the scenes and listen and watch carefully. I should find that annoying but i love how cute you are up to seeing you fast asleep and waking up to your face in the mornings. I loved how we spent days waking up and asking each other to get breakfast but nobody’s getting up which leads to us, sleeping even more. I loved how you took care of me or atleast showed how much you care. I honestly liked being with you because our personalities get along so well to the point of having so many similarities and i couldn’t find that with with anyone else. I am the type of person who tend to find one little detail i hate that things wouldn’t work out but with you, i found none.

You knew how broken i was or how guarded i am before. I told you how broken i felt with the previous relationship i’ve had and i thought you cared enough to be honest with me atleast with how you wanted this to go. But you didn’t.

You broke my heart. Even though you might not know it, but you hurt me.

I thought you were the one, you know? I thought you were the person i would want to risk things again and will surely get the right decision and be happy in the end. But maybe i was wrong. Maybe i was wrong at knowing who you are to who you really were or maybe, i just came at the wrong time or you came at the wrong time, i don’t know.

But not being with you, hurts me after trying to opening up my heart and myself to you. Or maybe, i was just overwhelmed but the feeling you gave me thinking it might have been you. Maybe i got hurt because of my own expectations. Maybe i got hurt because i expected too much from you. Maybe i hurt myself more than you’ve hurt me. Maybe i was the one to blame. Maybe this was really all my fault.

I hate to think that this ended up this way and i’d like to think that all we’ve had was bad timing. If the timing is already right, will you finally choose me?



I’m done.

I’m sorry.

I’m tired.

I’m annoying.

I’m worthless.

I’m boring.

I beg to much.

Making a blog on Tumblr was a mistake.

Going into the Batim fandom and make joke blogs was a mistake.

I’m a mistake.

I know I’ve said this before but this time I’m deleting this blog, yeah it has plenty of followers but nobody ever interacts. I am always open for rp starters too. But I’m sorry, I can’t sit here for months waiting for one damn ask. I can’t wait for you guys to go on anon and ask me stuff, you don’t have to reveal your self. And you know what, it’s hard to left this blog go, it was my first ever side blog that grew successful and it’s sad to see my little characters disappear from existence. But at the same time, I’ve been thinking I could still draw these guys, who cares if this blog won’t exist anymore, I still have others. If you want to see my content please go follow my main blog @one-true-taxi, my side blogs are @tree-bendy @badly-drawn-bendy and @the-cracked-cups. Again I’m sorry, and I’ll miss you all, and who knows, I might just bring this blog back..

But in a whole different way.

terryfphanatics  asked:

' what i can’t fathom is how we can be so close yet so far away. ’ Edd to someone

“What I can’t fathom is how we can be so close yet so far away,” Edd said over the phone.

“We’d be closer if you’d skype me,” Eddy answered lying on his bed.

“I already told you, Eddy,” Edd sighed wiping a hand over his face. “My computer is ready to expire. I need to buy a new one, but I hardly have the time. This hour has been the first free time I have experienced in ages.”

“Aw, and you use it with me.” Eddy wished Edd could see the sly look on his face.

Edd could feel his heart warm feeling the love Eddy sent over from the miles that kept the lovers apart.

“I miss you, Eddy.” Edd didn’t realize that his eyes were tearing up. It had been four long months since they last saw one another. Edd craved for the one weekend where he could return home so he could take Eddy in his arms and embrace him for however amount of time he wanted.

“My bed misses your ass.”

Edd snickered, shaking his head.

“Hey, don’t roll your eyes,” Eddy playfully shouted.

“I wasn’t.”

“Well, you did something to mock me.”

The phone line was silent.

“So, how have you been?” Edd asked.

“Fine, I guess.”

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anonymous asked:

I get really frustrated with how many people in the world who are still so unempathetic when it comes to animal cruelty. I’m an extremely empathetic person when it comes to both people and animals so it really upsets and frustrates me still seeing people being so ignorant towards veganism & treating animals so unfairly in general. It gets me down a lot. I know you are a very empathetic person also, how do you manage?

Hey sunshine, i’m so sorry to hear you’re experiencing this pain. I do know all too well how you’re feeling.

To be quite honest with you, i think I’ve subconsciously learned over the years to block it out. 

When I first went vegan, I only had one friend who was vegan too, meaning any time I ate with friends or family I was confronted by the cruelty that was breaking my heart repeatedly every moment. I was forced to see it, and subsequently feel that sadness, at every meal. Thankfully now, I only really have a handful of friends in my life that haven’t gone vegetarian or vegan themselves, so I don’t often have to be around or see any animal flesh. I’m very lucky to live in an ignorant bubble, where 99% of my days are entirely ‘cruelty free’ and I can go on without reminding myself what’s really happening.

I know that might not be entirely right, to be pushing those thoughts out of my mind, but it became necessary for my mental health. Spending my days consumed with agony over the suffering of others did nothing to help end it, it only caused more grief. Instead. I’ve learned to live my life as best as possible, provide a positive example for those around the world, and try to keep my mind off the tragedies still occurring. 

My advice for you is to find some like-minded friends who you can talk to about this - even if they aren’t in your everyday life. For the first 6 months or so I remember texting my friend Anna (many of you will remember AnnaBanana96) about the frustrations we experienced through our family’s lack of connection or the world’s wilful ignorance. Just having someone to talk to who understands, it helps. You’re welcome to join my Facebook group Al’s Pals, I’d say a large majority of members in there are vegetarian or vegan and you’re welcome to start discussions or look for support.

Take care of yourself lovely. Remember, self care is not selfish. You cannot serve from an empty vessel <3

anonymous asked:

I shan't let you see me sad. I shall see it as a see ya later, insteas of never. I'll miss you, my friend. You were one of the first to welcome me and embrace my insanity, behind calamities, through them all you got to see parts of me a friend should see. Thank you again. HuG. #sad #anonymous #imayormaynotbebatman #imbatman #shh

I love this message so much and you’ll be missed as well batman. It has been my pleasure having you in my life, thank you for being here for me many times. You’re awesome 😙

rndmbrain  asked:

Roddy Piper

I’ve had phases with Roddy Piper over my life.

The first Piper I remember was babyface Piper around the time of WrestleMania III, so when he came back here and there after that, he was always a good guy. And he was one of my very favorite wrestlers as a kid, up through the early parts of his WCW return in 1996. Starrcade ‘96 was the first PPV I ever ordered, to see Hogan-Piper. I was 14.

I then got a little sick of Roddy Piper, but still liked him.

I then went back and saw more and more of young, nasty heel Roddy Piper, and he ruled and was still one of my favorite wrestlers ever.

I then got sick of Roddy Piper popping up on TV to do bad interview segments that he made all about himself.

I then remembered that what he was doing at that stage didn’t really matter much, in the grand scheme of things, and choose to focus on the younger Piper I was so fascinated with before. It’s better and more enjoyable!

in short: Roddy Piper rules and I could watch him evil eye that fuck Hogan all day


I would take the romantic side of this one.

Her raven black hair mesmerized me the first time I saw her. She was just silent while the whole room was in chaos. The noise was a mixed laughter and talk. I didn’t speak to her the first year.

The second year I got bold. I began sending her e-mails and my heart became elated every time she would reply to my random messages. It was happiness for me especially after that one one event which made us closer than before. But I got to admit, we weren’t really that close that time. I realized that I suddenly fell in love with her on September.  Every day, I had something to look forward to. Make it someone. I looked forward seeing her every single day. Until I was ripped into pieces by the end of the year.

Our communication was cut off for several months and when we met each other again, I was somewhat happy until the news broke my heart on October the next year. I stayed away. I chose to. She didn’t mind.

Surprise took me when she looked for me the next year. My dormant heart beat once again and it was the start of my favorite year. We began talking. I looked after her. I wrote her handwritten letters and she did the same. She took like forever to reply but I didn’t mind for I immediately wrote mine. I experienced a lot of ups and downs because of her but I ended the year with a smile. That dance was the highlight of my teenage life. 

Then it became clear to me. She just couldn’t imagine an us. I was just a friend to her. I became bitter but I gradually accepted it. The transition was a fortunate one. We both became closer than ever. It became a norm for me to fetch her and walk her home. We ate out a lot. I treated her and spent time with her. I accompanied her in her shopping one Christmas. I delivered her biscuits just for her to have something to eat. We both cared for each other.

We dated for the last time at a cafe and we talked and talked. I thought it’s the last I will see her. It turned it wasn’t. I treated her to dinner two days after and while the rest of the gang went ahead to the beer house, I walked with her to the terminal. We were silent. As the jeepney came into view, I patted her hair as usual and hugged her gently. I whispered the words, “I will miss you.”