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Over the summer I was a waitress and this one guy would come in every day and sit in my section. He would always just come in for a beer or 2 and then tip me more than the bill was. I knew he was a bit older than me but I still thought he was cute (he was 31 I was 20). Then one day after work there was a festival downtown and I got really drunk. I saw him that night and and he took me to the parking lot behind my work and he fucked me in the middle of the lot between 2 cars. It was fantastic.

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The pic... I just had a good laugh about it. I don't know how people define "relationship" but this ain't one. A bf tries to make time for her even if he has a busy schedule. But all I see is meeting a girl every 2-3 months...And even then it looks painful and the dude is gone right after important event is over, because only then those two meet up apparently. Kinda reminded me of my parents who weren't very welloff at the beginning of their relationship because both lived in separate countries.

Pt.2: But my mother always tells us how he flew out to see her just for a day or two in between work to take her out on a date and make her feel important. He was scared that the distance would become too much so he tried to invest as much time as possible into the relationship. And the he is busy thing is just old. My dad worked at two places for more than 12 hours a day and still found the time to visit his girl. So for me, it doesn’t look like any part is really into the whatever it is.
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So many anons, many of them angry, some hurting still, most just puzzled , scratching their heads and wth!? This sweet story, and the anon who said she’s bothered still by the beginning of this charade….these sum up my feelings.
Sam was in Scotland, still busy working, and MM still being photographed obviously in a relationship with Billy, right up to the time we’re supposed to believe he and MM fell head over heels. Since then it’s been public events and every damn one of them advertised in neon to be sure we didn’t miss it. I can’t begin to explain the why’s around that. But at the same time I will not accept the idea that Sam broke up a relationship, only brings his new girl out five times a year and then treats her like she’s a huge annoyance, refuses to touch her or be seen in a picture with her, is okay with her staying in a hotel when they haven’t been mmhhmm for two months, then attends her brothers wedding but skedaddles it home asap to tweet politics. If this was a reveal then where are his pictures from the weekend? Where is the proud retweet? Where are the kabooms? Why do the pictures look like he’s at a business function?…….🤔🤔🙄😳😮
We know they’re friends. He’s known her for several years, maybe gotten to know the brother too. We don’t know. Maybe never will. But what I saw here was a guy at a friends wedding, probably doing a little mandatory PR work while he’s there, then happy to be on his way.
He was way more excited at seeing Valbo again than he was MM. Given all of this, and the three years of accumulated Sam/Cait goodness, I’m still firmly aboard ship

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I actually really loved this episode despite some of the negativity I’ve seen about it.

1. The Jasper and Monty scenes were great. The pranks and then sharing memories of pranks on the ark brought some lightness that the show needed. Jaha waking up on the lake cracked me up too and it’s nice to see their friendship bonding again.
2. Luna and Raven scenes were great. I liked seeing Raven be able to get through to Luna more.
3. I was actually shocked when Octavia first fell off the cliff. For a moment I thought she was dead and the fight scene leading up to it was honestly awesome.
4. I found myself struggling to pick a side between Clarke and Jasper/Monty which I found intriguing because it shows how complex this show really is. I could really see both sides. I think all three could’ve made better choices but still it was a tough situation. Also interesting to see how Clarke took on Jahas role and Jonth took on Clarke.
5. We found out Jacksons name.
6. We found out a little about Harpers past and that her father was ill. I wonder if that’ll come back up.
7. Jaha leadership skills coming back out was great. I liked him in s1 and was glad to see that side of him come back.
8. Bobs acting.

While there are negatives in every episode (I still can’t stand Echo and I would’ve like more Bellamy) ultimately I thought this was extremely action packed and I was on the edge of my seat the whole time.

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What is white? What is any color? Philadelphia-based abstract painter Odili Donald Odita talks with us about his work and offers us an assignment about color. Your specific instructions:

1. Find a white object and place it next to another white object. Compare how the two colors change.
2. Describe the difference in color
3. Change the lighting and take not of how the colors change
4. Name the colors in the new lighting
5. Share your findings in whatever way you see fit, using #theartassignment

Recommended reading:
- David Batchelor, Chromophobia (2000)
- Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me (2015)
- Josef Albers, Interaction of Color (1963)

I need to type out my feelings about the lastest AOS episode.

1. The fitzsimmons scene. I knew Fitz had to be the other LMD after Radcliffe mentioned he had another one undercover. But that scene had me doubting myself. And Jemma’s heartbreak not knowing she if she was or was not a LMDor if Fitz was one…. It was so emotional. Iain De Caestecker and Elizabeth Henstridge need awards. AND SHE HAD TO STAB HIM. She will forever have that in her memory!!! She has gone through too much. Someone needs to take Shields acronmy and change it to mean something along the lines of physical and psychological pain. *wraps Fitz and Simmons in blankets*

2. THE HUG between Daisy and Jemma was so beautiful. I love their friendship. And the scene before it was INTENSE. 

3. Daisy fighting LMD Mack and Coulson. And the way she destroyed them. You go girl.

4. I have never wanted to see gifsets of an episode so badly in a long time.

5. I knew Radcliffe would get stuck in the Mindframe. 

6. Coulson’s a teacher. It’s like an AU fan fic.

7. MAY”S HYDRA??! She can’t be evil. I refuse. She’s probably just undercover.

8. Fury has a tombstone. Jemma can’t be dead, I refuse. She probably faked her death and is working for Shield.

9. So Fitz is a rich tech businessman? Maybe? And who was in the car with him? A family member? Aida?

10. So Ward is Daisy’s boyfriend. Great. *sarcasm* I hope it’s because: 1. He’s probably just the person that Daisy thought he was before he betrayed them. 2. Maybe they work for Hydra in the Mindframe? And maybe in the Mindframe she’s only in a relationship with him to spy on him? 

11. I wonder if the explosion that May LMD triggered killed the Shield redshirts that were unconscious? That was a pretty big explosion… 

12. Mack’s a dad! I have a feeling his daughter is the one that died…

13. What is the name of the song that was played at the beginning of the episode and the end?

14. ELIZABETH HENSTRIDGE’S ACTING. IAIN DE CAESTECKER’S ACTING. CHLOE BENNET’S ACTING. *claps* 

15. *wraps everyone in blanets* 

16. This episode was one of the best of the whole series. Brilliant. Heartbreaking. Intense. Phenomenal. Emotional. It felt like a horror movie. 

17. WHY DO WE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL APRIL?!?! WHHHHYYYYY?!! 

18. This cast is amazing. The actress who plays Aida is just, wow. She has the whole be a creepy robot thing down. 

19. This show NEEDS to be renewed. 

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2/21/17 2.14 miles
Intervals, half heartedly
YTD: 173.99 miles
417 days in a row

Still sore from deadlifts Sunday and the extra run and the extra taekwondo class on Monday, I felt lucky enough to even have the motivation to get to the gym. I decided I’d do my regularly scheduled intervals, but I’d take it a little easier. I started bargaining with myself to negotiate exactly how many/how long/etc and wound up with something pretty reasonable. 4 intervals at a not-too-tough (for me) pace at my usual .3/.2 split. I’m unsure yet if I’d rather focus on extending the length of the ‘fast’ run or the speed. At some point I’d like to add a greater distance overall, but I’m still enjoying stretching out in the hot tub afterwards.

I lifted after the kids went down.

I didn’t even get 4 at 145 today. Too sore from yesterdays pushups? Didn’t rest long enough between sets? Not enough fuel through the day to top off the tanks from being totally depleted yesterday? Probably a little of all of those.

I should probably add volume to my shrugs as I’m doing with the one arm rows, and should probably do with all the ‘accessory’ lifts I’m doing. I’ve also been thinking about adding more lunges somewhere in the week - probably just bodyweight only. I’ve been noticing my glutes are really complainy after squat/lunge day, so that’s a good thing.

Since I’m scheduled for my “push, pull, roll” routine on Monday and I TOTALLY skipped it (not just every other Monday, but especially) yesterday (thanks to the extra taekwondo class), I decided it had been too long since I’ve done any of it, so decided to at least get in the pull/roll part, for at least a little bit.

I feel like my recent posts are all negative about sso recently. So to make up for that and remind us all why we still love the game, here’s 10 things I love about SSO.

1. The horses! As a horse lover the well animated horses catch my eye and make me want them all.

2. The plot line. I could on all day about the main story. It’s such a perfect blend of fantasy and reality that it makes magic look almost realistic. The plot emphasizes the importance of the bond between horse and rider, the most cherished thing an equestrian has making it seem even better. It isn’t just a moral lesson for kids like a lot of games towards the age group targeted by sso are, it’s a deep detailed plot that can get quite dark.

3. All of you guys. I wouldn’t have met any of you without this game, and I love each and every one of you. I thank sso for bringing us together as friends and as a community.

4. The NPCs. Sso has a lot of unique characters. The soul riders each have a unique personality that sso plans to show even further when they update their appearances. Each character has their own quirks, and while they still don’t move around or get any of their own stuff done we still end up loving a good amount of them.

5. Sso took a gaming stereotype and bashed it in the head. Gaming is generally looked at as something guys mainly do and tons of games reflect that only letting you play as a male protagonist. Sso flipped that around and says you have to play as a girl. That’s why I get mad when guys are like “sso needs to add guys cause we play it too”. Girls have played so many games as guys because there was no female character. Even the first Pokemon games were like this! Putting the guys in our shoes might help them realize what’s wrong with a good amount of games or at least accept games with only female characters as well. Kudos to all the male players out there who are perfectly fine playing as a girl and play sso anyway, you are awesome people. You guys can accept a good game as a good game no matter what gender the character is. To sum this one up (it’s a bit long oops) I actually like the statement it makes having to only play as a girl.

6. Races. They didn’t just go and follow every other horse game out there with either racing on a track or following a certain discipline. They allow us to race cross country, giving equestrians something decently realistic (real XC is timed after all) and people who just like racing something fast paced. It’s also something to do when there’s no quests. Plus the way leveling and stats works is really fair in my opinion.

7. Their social media presence. As annoying as some parts of this can be, it’s nice to see them out there with their players hosting contests, leaving sneak peeks and other things. A good game is usually involved with their players.

8. Humor. Sso tends to make jokes and make their videos funny. It makes everything a bit more engaging.

9. Redeem codes. A lot of games don’t give away anything for free at all. Yet sso gives away star coins and star rider time quite a bit. It’s just downright nice of them, and it shows they think of the ones who can’t afford to buy star rider. I have a friend who is like level 13 now from just free codes. (I might actually get her lifetime for her birthday in summer if I can afford it).

10. Lifetime. Almost every game is a paid subscription. I’m old enough where I have to buy games myself unless they are gifts, but I don’t have a credit card. So I can’t buy myself subscriptions unless I want my mom telling me I owe her every *insert time period here*. Lifetime allowed me to actually buy it for myself and not have to worry about it running out. Plus they even have a little free stuff shop and some codes just for lifetimes. I saw online someone calculated lifetime was completely worth it if you plan on playing more then 9 months (I think that was the number). I’ve been on it for almost two years, so I got my money’s worth.

To anyone else kinda annoyed at sso lately, I challenge you to do this. If a lot of stuff you’ve said about them recently is negative, give this a shot!

Hey folks, I’m thinking about changing the order of the Fae Tales series so that Deeper into the Woods isn’t a starting point, but actually comes later, even though it happens ‘earlier.’ And making Game Theory the starting point again and Deeper into the Woods more like an ‘extra’ or something to come between GT and COFT.

Basically how it is now:

1. Deeper into the Woods
2. Game Theory
3. The Court of Five Thrones.

How it used to be:

(0). SALverse.
1. Game Theory
2. The Court of Five Thrones

How I’m thinking of changing it:

1. Game Theory
2. Deeper into the Woods (optional)
3. The Court of Five Thrones

What do you think? Yay? Nay? Don’t care? Lol.

Medical school is no joke.

Today I learned that 2 people in the year below me had ban-able offenses (extremely poor behavior/acting out) due to either bad breakups or drug issues. One was allowed back and the other was not. Another student has had to repeat both year 1 and year 2. And a multitude, I’m not sure the total, decided to take a year between 3rd and 4th year, which is actually very normal these days. If we don’t match, we’re actually encouraged to not graduate, don’t go through SOAP, and stay in school for a year before trying to match again. We’ll see what happens in a couple weeks.

I didn’t even realize, myself, how strenuous and emotionally taxing medical school would be. And then there’s residency…

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Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: a little kissing  swearing, drama, angst.


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 You wake up to beeping, and something squeezing your hand.

  “Y/n, wake up. Please. I don’t know if you can hear me….” You recognize the voice within 2 seconds. Sam’s such a sap. You mentally roll your eyes. He keeps talking, while you wait for the perfect moment to to say something. “You’re the sister I-” Your eyes are open now but Sam has his head laying on the hospital bed. Seriously? What else could he possibly say? You slowly move your other hand up, removing the oxygen mask on your face. Finally, Sam pauses, giving you the perfect opportunity. You yell or at least try to.

  “Sam!” It comes out raspy and you feel like you sound like an angry old man. He nearly falls out of his seat.

   “Dammit, Y/n! What the hell!” You attempt to laugh, but immediately regret it. Your entire body feels like it got hit by a bus. Trying to yell sends a wave of pain through you that you’ve never experienced before. At that moment, it all comes back to you; the fire, the hydra agent, Josh, everything. You’re eyes go wide and you feel like you can’t get enough air in your lungs. You can hear Sam repeating your name, and then yelling for the Doctor.

Ross is hydra. That’s the only explanation, right?

  “Hello y/n, I’m Dr. Cho, but you can call me Helen. It’s great to finally meet you.” You try to come back to your senses and reply to her. “Same here, Helen. How bad is the damage?” Here we go.

   “Nothing life threatening or permanent. Two severely bruised ribs, a mild concussion, and a black eye. You inhaled a dangerous amount of smoke, so I’ve had you on oxygen since they brought you over from the other hospital. Your lungs should be mostly clear within a day or two, but as you heard already your voice may not be back to full strength right away.”

  “How long have I been out?” you only get a whisper out.

  “About 10 hours. You spent two hours at another hospital until we got you transferred here.” Am I at the tower? Where is ‘here’?

“Am I at the tower?” You ask in a quiet voice. She nods and tells you that you’re on the medical level. Huh, I never even knew this was here. Cool.

  “The team has been in and out, but I prefer only one person in here with you at a time, that’s why Sam stayed.” You look over at Sam but he’s staring at his hands. Helen leaves you alone with Sam, and you’re just waiting for him to pitch a fit. But when the moment doesn’t come, you turn to him.

  “On a scale of 1-10, how mad are you?” There’s no humor in your voice. You barely register that it’s your own. You just want an honest answer and for him to get the lecture over with.

  “Five. I would have done the same damn thing, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay, Y/n.“ He sounds worn out, and you feel bad. The pocket knife, oh my God I need to tell Sam everything NOW. You go to sit up but your ribs stop you.

  "Fuck! This hurts like hell.”

  “If bruised ribs are anything like broken ribs, you’re going to have a hell of time moving around.”

  “Thanks, that’s exactly what I want to fucking hear.” You roll your eyes and continue, “Listen Sammy, I have to tell you what happened.” He looks at you confused, but he pours you a cup of water and waits for you to be able to continue. You drink the water slowly, and it feels ridiculously soothing going down your throat. After your finish it, you take a deep breath and prepare yourself. “I went into the building to get Joshua, ya know, one of the Duncan’s kids. When I entered the apartment, there was a man. That’s where all the injuries mostly came from. He threw me around like a fucking ragdoll. I knocked him over, something flew out of his pocket. Go in my pants pocket, I picked it up when I was trying to get away.” Sam moves to the dresser next to the hospital bed and pulls out your pants. He sticks his hands in all the pockets until he finds the knife. He takes it out and sees the symbol on it.

 "You’ve got to be kidding.“

 "Just wait, it gets better. He was an inhuman, or experiment, I’m not too sure. He had fire coming out of his hands, and the fire around him wasn’t phasing him. When he thought I was down for good, he said 'you should be careful whose toes you step on, you never know who their friends are’. He made a call and said I was taken care of.”

You can see the anger in Sam’s eyes as he pieces together everything. You look around the room now that you have a chance. It’s plain, but nicer than most hospital rooms. I just want to be home. As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you realize your home just burned to the ground. Everything you owned was gone. You feel tears spilling over onto your cheeks.

  “Sammy, whatever you had left there is gone. All my stuff is gone. What’s going to happen?”

 Sam moves to your side and kisses the top of your head. “It’s going to be okay. You can stay here with us. It will all work out, Y/n.” You nod trying to calm yourself down. Sam leaves to make a phone call, and when he comes back Helen is with him.

  “Well first, you are going to need help for a while. Bruised ribs take a little while to completely heal, so you may need help doing basic things, like sitting, showering, or changing.” You look over to Sam and wink and he just shakes his head. She chuckles and continues, "Second, your eye will heal quicker, but it will still hurt and your vision may be blurry for a while, so there’s no driving until it’s completely healed.”

 "Yes Ma'am. Does that mean I can leave this damn bed now?“ I just want to be in a normal bed.

 "Yes, but I need to check your lungs in a couple days. If you feel any discomfort, whether it’s when you try to sleep or during the day, let me know and I can give you pain medication.” You nod and as you try to get up on your own, Helen holds a finger up to signal you to hold on and rushes out of the room. She comes back with a smile and a wheelchair.

  “Oh hell no, I am not getting in that thing! I’m not 90. I can walk on my own.” Sam and Helen share a knowing look, but keep quiet. You get yourself on your feet but when you go to take a step, your leg gives out and your body heads straight for the floor. Sam thankfully catches you. He places you in the chair and smirks at you. You roll your eyes and mumble a thank you to Helen.

 "Can’t you push this thing any faster, Wilson? My Grandma has more speed than this.“ You know you sound like a brat but you can’t help it.

 "Alright crabby, calm down.” He rolls you into the elevator and presses the communal floor button. Fucking finally. Crap. I’m not ready for the lectures, especially Steve. I love the man, he really has a sick habit of mothering though. “You know, Barnes has been driving everyone insane since he found out.” You don’t say anything and just stare at your hands in your lap. “The fire was all over the news. It was a big deal, y/n. So was the mysterious woman that saved a child. ” OH. Well…

 "Great. How is everyone else?“ I hope everyone isn’t mad about this.

  "You’re the one that’s wrapped in bandages and you’re worried about everyone else? No one’s mad at you, Y/n, you just gave us a heart attack. Everyone is fine though. I haven’t really seen Tony. Banner said he hasn’t left the lab since the meeting.” This is what I didn’t want to happen. He feels guilty about Ross.

  You sigh. “Sam, he’s beating himself up over the Ross thing. I know it. Hasn’t anyone tried to talk to him?“

 "Steve tried but got nowhere. Bruce said he’ll only discuss projects with him.”

Mental note : Take care of Tony after you deal with everyone when you get home.


 You ditch the wheelchair in the elevator, ignoring Sam’s pleas to just suck it up and use it. Taking three steps off the elevator, you already have Natasha and Wanda right in front of you.

 "Y/n, we’re so happy you’re okay!“ Wanda goes to hug you but stops. She must have remembered your ribs. Spreading your arms as open as you can, you wiggle your fingers while looking at the girls.

 "You two better fucking hug me. I’m not a piece of glass; I won’t break.” They smile, gently hugging you. When they let you go, you see Steve behind them. And it begins…

 "Alright Steve, lay it on me. I’m ready for the ‘don’t be a hero speech’.“ You try to cross your arms but realize it’s an awful idea. Everyone sees you struggle and gives you sympathetic looks. "Don’t look at me like that! I’m fine! Give me the damn speech, Rogers.” Your attitude was on full display now.

  “ Does everyone think I’m going to lecture them about everything?” Steve throws his arms in the air. You let out a quiet laugh and step towards him. You snake your arms around his tiny waist, giving him a light hug, as he kisses the top of your head.

 "What you did was brave, but don’t ever do that again, Y/n.“

  You look up at him and beam a smile at him, "Yes Captain!” He rolls his eyes while everyone else laughs. You hear Bucky’s laugh somewhere in the room but you don’t see him.

  “Barnes, are you hiding from me?” You ask playfully. You hear his laugh again and he appears from behind Steve.

  “No, kitten. I just don’t know if I can be gentle with you.” He winks and you instantly blush.

  “Oh sweetheart, who says I want it gentle?” You hear Sam start coughing. You snort as a response, trying not to laugh so you don’t stress your throat.

 "Alright, can we not do this right now? Keep your dirty talk between you two. Damn.“ Buck rolls his eyes while you stifle a giggle. You can hear Nat and Wanda laugh and see Steve smirk.

  "On a different note, I think we need a family meeting.” You say. All you get in returned are questioning looks. “Oh, I’m sorry, did that sound like a suggestion? Because it really wasn’t. Living room in 15 minutes.” No one expects that much sass to come out of you, but you’re tired and in pain.

  “I doubt we’ll get Stark out of the lab, Y/n,” Nat says as she walks towards the kitchen. You follow, grabbing a cup of coffee with a plate of donuts from the counter.

 "Don’t worry about Tony, I’ll get him. Just make sure everyone else is there.“ Time to help Tony.


                  When you get to the lab you see Tony tinkering with his iron man mask.

  "You can’t change perfection, Tony.” He looks up and grins at you. You set the coffee and donuts down in front of him.

“Glad to see you’re still in one piece, darling. But you kinda sound like you belong in an elderly center.” He walks over and kisses your cheek. You push the coffee towards him.

  “How long have you been hiding in your lab? ” He doesn’t answer, just drinks the coffee and sets it back down. You decide to try a different tactic. “What Ross did wasn’t you fault. You didn’t know, so stop blaming yourself. I was bluffing when I said about the kid’s family and how the kid died. It was just a feeling I had. I didn’t even know his name, but I had a feeling Ross went all 9 yards when he lied to you and a made fake social media for the kid and everything. And I was right. Instead of staying in your lab and drowning in guilt all alone, why don’t you do something about it? You see these injuries? They were a  thank you gift from Ross and his friends at Hydra for what I revealed in the meeting.” That Got Tony’s attention real quick.

  “What are you-” You cut him off.

  “Come with me, please.” You turn and make you way out of the lab with Tony following you back to the communal floor. You walk in together and everyone is already there. All eyes are on you now, but you let Sam tell the story you told him in the hospital. Talking only makes everything worse right now. Fuck this.  You slowly sit on the couch with Wanda and Natasha, listening to Sam tell them about the hydra agent and what he said. Everyone was silent, which kind of scares you.

 You stand up and try to clear your throat. “We have no real proof that he is Hydra. All we have is an assumption based on what the agent said, and that he lied to Tony to push him for the accords. You guys can’t do anything until we have more. You know he’ll probably try something again if he finds out I’m alive, but until then we have to let this go.”

 Everyone looks at you like you have eight heads. Bucky is the first one to speak.

  “Look at what he did to you! You expect us to just sit and be quiet about it? Have you lost your mind?” You wince at the tone and volume of his voice. You can feel the prick of tears in your eyes but try to push them back. Sam moves to your side, but you step away.

 "Yeah Barnes, that’s exactly what I expect. Because you are not going to put yourself in danger until it is absolutely fucking necessary. Do you understand me?“ You move so you’re standing directly in front of him. No one else dares to say anything.

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Barnes stands up straighter and glares at you. "You do not get to give me orders. You aren’t a part of this team, you don’t have a fucking say.” Ouch. Everyone is silent and in shock.

  You turn and starting to walk towards the elevator. I don’t have to stay and listen to this. You step into the elevator and are about to close the doors when Tony steps in.  He takes your hand in his and hits the button for the roof.

  “Why are we going to the roof?” You ask quietly, tears starting to run down your face.

  “It’s quiet up there. I think we both need it right now.” You stay silent for the rest of the elevator ride. You follow behind Tony as he leads you to a sitting area on the roof. As you sit down next to him, you realize you haven’t been up here yet.

. “You know, Barnes is right. You aren’t an Avenger. But you are very important to everyone on the team. Did you know that Sergeant Freezer Burn was going crazy when we saw you on the news? He tried to go to the hospital before we got you transferred here. You are just as much a part of this team as any of us. Minus all the cool stuff we get to do.”

  You roll your eyes. You know Tony’s right, you care about everyone on the team and they all seem to care for you.

 “I’ll make you a deal, T. I’ll keep myself out of danger, if you promise not to keep punishing yourself for things that you have no control over.“

  Tony takes a minute to answer, but eventually nods his head in agreement.You sit together a little while longer before Tony kisses your forehead and heads back inside. You lay back on the lounger and stare up at the night sky. You hear footsteps approaching and you turn your head to see your visitor.

  "How come no one told me how nice it is up here, Steve?” You turn your gaze back to the sky. You hear him laugh and feel the chair dip next to you.

  “I thought you knew. Listen, Y/n, about what Bucky said… He’s not wrong.” You turn your head to Steve, but before you can even say anything, he covers your mouth with his hand. You raise one of your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue.

  “He also wasn’t right. He was a little harsh. I don’t blame him for it though. None of us want to see you get stuck in the crossfire here. We haven’t known you very long, but somehow you managed to snake your way into all of our lives in one way or another. Especially Buck’s. When he first came back from Wakanda, he didn’t speak to anyone besides me. It took him months to adjust to the team, even then he was still cautious of how he acted or what he said in front of them. Then all the sudden you came walking through these doors. The day we met you was the first time I saw a glimpse of the old Bucky I knew. The ladies man, you know he use to be very smooth with the dames back in our day.” By now, Steve removed his hand and you were both smiling.

  “You are the only girl I’ve seen him be that way with. Hell, he’s getting closer to you than he is with most of the team, Y/n. So just don’t be mad at him for protecting you. He just spoke what all of us were thinking. And frankly, you’re getting real bossy, Y/n.” He smiles and laughs as you elbow him in the side.

  “Yeah well, someone’s got to keep you idiots in line. I’m sorry for overstepping like that, Steve, but you know I’m right about having to wait it out.”

  “Yeah, I guess you were. Just let Buck off easy, alright? He means well.” You nod and Steve disappears back inside. You turn back to look at the stars and find yourself drifting off.


You wake up to someone rubbing your shoulder. You open your eyes to see Bucky standing above you with a smirk on his face.

  “I could get use to you being underneath me.” Are you serious right now? Wait am I still on the roof?

  You ignore him and sit slowly sit up to look around. Yup, still on the roof. You start to stand up and Bucky goes to help you up, but you shake him off. You begin trudging towards the elevators when Bucky speaks up.

 "You know, they took everything from me before; Steve, my arm, my memories, my freedom. Now, they almost took you too.“ You stop dead in your tracks and whirl around.

 "I know, Barnes. I can’t even begin to understand what you went through.” You take one of his hands in yours. “But I can’t let you throw yourself in danger to get back at them for a couple of bruised ribs and a black eye.” He stands up in front of you and gently traces around the black circle over your eye. You’re looking anywhere but into his eyes. “I can’t lose you, Buck. Any of you.”

  He nods. “Let’s get you to bed; it’s late.” He stands up, still holding onto your hand.

  “I’m going to stay in the infirmary tonight,” you say regretfully. “I think I need Helen to give me something for my ribs and see if there’s anything she can do about my throat.” He has a somber look on his face . You wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle your face against his chest.

  “We’ll get him eventually, Buck.” He walks you to the elevator and you get off at the hospital floor. The nurse on duty hooks you up to an IV with morphine to help with the pain and you eventually doze off into a peaceful sleep.


 For the first couple days, Helen has you attached to the IV meds to help with the pain.Your throat is still tender, but your voice is getting closer to normal. After the second day, you’re getting sick of staying in the medical bay. You try to get out of the bed, but the drugs are making you feel a little light headed and loopy. You giggle to yourself when you finally make it out of bed, wheeling the IV stand with you to the elevator. In the elevator, you press the button for the communal level and you look to the doors where you see your reflection. Your hair’s a mess, and the black eye is still apparent. You pull up Sam’s giant shirt and tie it below your chest. You traced your hands over the bruises on your ribs, and then over your eye. They weren’t as dark anymore, but they were still pretty bad. I look like a hobo. These sweats are so baggy, I’m surprised they haven’t fallen off yet.

 When the doors open, you make your way to the couch. Your vision was slightly blurry either from the black eye, drugs, or both. But you safely made your way onto the couch without falling off or over, so that was an accomplishment. You hear the elevator doors open and let out an annoyed sigh.

 Before you can tell who it is you speak up, slightly slurred, "I am not going back to the medical wing, so don’t waste your breathe!” It comes out sassier than you intended, and you sound slightly drunk.

 You hear a deep laugh and turn your head and see Tony. He actually kept to the deal? Good man stark, good man. He plops down next to you and grabs the remote for the TV.

“I’m not going to make you go back, I can only imagine how boring it was there.” How does anyone not like Tony?

  “I see you’re out of your lab of self pity. Does that mean you’re coming up with a plan, Iron Ass?”

  He laughs and continues flipping through the channels. “I’m working on it, kiddo.” You sit silently, watching whatever movie he turns on. You can’t really focus on it too much; whatever painkillers Helen gave you are hitting you hard. You hear the elevator doors open again but don’t bother to look and see who it is.

 "Why aren’t you in the infirmary, y/n?“ BUCKY! YAY!

 You look at Bucky and start giggling. "Tony says I don’t have to go back!” You stick your tongue out at Bucky and turn back to the TV.

 "For the record, I never said that.I said that I don’t blame her for ditching the med level. It’s awful there.“ Bucky glares at him and Tony puts his hands up in surrender. He places the remote next to you, and pats your leg.

 "Good luck dealing with Robocop, dear.” Tony leaves for the elevator and Bucky stands directly in front of you, glaring at you .Good God, how can he be attractive all the damn time. Get ugly Barnes.

 "Uh Buck, I’m trying to watch tv but your beautiful body is blocking it.“ You smile up at him. You can see his glare start to fade.

 "What the hell is Helen giving you, Doll?” You giggle and shrug your shoulders, pointing to the IV connected to you arm.

 "I have no clue, but I like it.“ You giggle again and hear him chuckle.

 "Don’t ya think you should be in bed with all those drugs running through you? How did you even make it up here, Kitten?” Damn, I fucking love when he calls me that.

 "Well, take me to bed, Sergeant,“ you practically purr at him. You can see a shift in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. He kneels next you the couch and looks are you. You just stare into his eyes.

"Come on, let’s go, Y/n.” Your eyes widen. No way, he’s not taking me to bed. This is great!

 A big grin make its way to your face and you go to stand up.You get halfway up, but suddenly feel dizzy. You fall back onto the couch, groaning. You close your eyes and feel Bucky cup your cheek with his metal hand. You lean into it.

 "What’s wrong, y/n? Does something hurt? Should I call Helen?“ You feel like he’s bombarding you with a million questions, but in reality it was only three.

 "No no, I’m okay.” Your speech is getting slurred again. “Just a little light headed, sweetheart.” Bucky’s eyebrows raise at the petname you let slip. You giggle again and gaze at him.

 "Don’t look so surprised, Barnes. I know that you know that I know how I feel about you.” Your sentence sounds jumbled,and not very clear, but Bucky is too entertained to stop you.

 "What is it that you think I know, Doll?”

 "That I like you, duh. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you haven’t done anything about it, Sergeant Cockblock.“ You snort at yourself. Bucky is trying not to laugh. He’s also trying to figure out if you’re telling the truth or if it’s the drugs. He always just assumed your relationship would go as far as flirting. Neither of you ever brought up the almost kisses or the sexual tension. You just went with the flow.

 When he looks back at you, you are already looking at him "Well? Are you ever going to kiss me, or just keep playing with me Barnes?” You may be a little doped out, well maybe more than a little, but this has been going through your head since the night on the balcony. Is he ever going to tell me? I better fucking remember this. I wonder if giraffes ever cuddle.

  Before he can answer, you blurt out your last thought. "James, do you think giraffes cuddle?” He lets out a loud laugh. God I love that sound.

 "Alright pretty girl, I think it’s time for a nap.“ He grabs a pillow and blanket from the other couch and when he turns back, you’re already asleep. He lays you down on the couch and covers you up. Leaning over, he kisses your forehead. As he pulls away. you turn and look at him.

"When I’m not doped out, I’m coming for you, Sergeant.” You wink, then slowly close your eyes. He smiles, praying you stick to your word.


You wake up on the couch with Helen in front of you.

“Well I see you escaped the med level, Y/n.” You smiled shyly, moving to stretch. You let out a loud screech when you feel a sharp pain. Fuck I how did I forget? You put your hands on your ribs, feeling tears rolling down your puffy cheeks. Helen sends you a sad smile while disconnecting you from the IV.

 "I suggest we take you off the IV during the day, stick to tylenol for now. We’ll use it at night so you can sleep without discomfort.“ You nod, the tears still flowing. "It will heal soon, Y/n. I know it’s stressful to feel vulnerable. From what I can see, everyone here is ready to help you at any minute of they day. Don’t underestimate how much your friends care for you.” You let Helen’s words sink in as she leaves you on the couch.

  “FRIDAY, where is everyone and how long was I asleep?”

  “Good evening miss Y/n, it’s 6:38 p.m. You’ve been asleep for about 15 hours. The team was called to an important conference about 13 hours ago. They are due back before tomorrow.”

 "Holy fuck.“ I slept 15 fucking hours. Why didn’t anyone wake me when they left? Rude. "Did they leave any notes for me?” Doubt it.

 "Agent Romanoff wanted me to remind you that you cannot change, or shower, without help, and not to even try because there will be consequences. If you need help, I can call Dr. Cho. Do not put any stress on your ribs or abdomen for the time being.“

 You sit and stare at the ceiling for awhile. You have Friday call Helen to help you out of your clothes and she suggests putting a robe on, that way you and slide it on and off. You go into Sam’s room and find long red robe. As you sit in Sam’s room, being happy you don’t sound like 90 year old smoker anymore, you start to remember bits and pieces of the conversation between you and Bucky. "When I’m not doped out, I’m coming for you Sergeant” Real smooth, y/n. Maybe you should actually do something about it this time.

 "FRIDAY, tell me when the team is 10 minutes out, please.“ She agrees. You spend the rest of the night sleeping and waiting.

A couple hours later, FRIDAY alerts you that the team is 10 minutes out. You throw some pants on under Sam’s robe and make your way to the hangar. When the jet lands, the door opens and everyone strolls out. Some of the team look aggravated, some just look exhausted. You give everyone hello hugs, until you got to Bucky. Nut up or shut up, Y/n.

  You walk up to him with a sly smirk across your face. "Welcome home, Barnes.” He smiles and goes to put his arms around your waist. You stop him with a hand to his chest. You fist your hands in the low part of his jacket and yank it down so he’s almost your height. His eyes grow wide and your smirk gets bigger. You take the last step, closing any distance between your bodies, and place your lips against his. How are his lips so soft? You feel his hands on your waist as his lips melt with yours. He laces one of his hands in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You part your lips to let out a gasp and he uses that moment to bite your bottom lip between his.

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  You can hear the team yelling a mix of  "finally", whistling, and then there’s Sam who is fake gagging very loudly. You pull away to catch your breath and see the blissful smile on Bucky’s face. Your cheeks are tinted pink and so are his.

 "Well hello to you too, Kitten.” You roll your eyes and push away from him.

 "Don’t get use to this, Buck!“ you yell over your shoulder as you make your way over to the team. Everyone has smirks on the faces and Sam is the first one to speak.

  "How come you don’t welcome me home like that Y/n? I thought we were cool!” If you roll your eyes any harder they’ll permanently be in the back of your head. You wiggle your finger at Sam signaling him to bend to your height, and place a kiss on his cheek.

 "You happy now you big baby?“ Everyone laughs and continues on there way to the communal level.


"So what was this big meeting about guys. You were gone for awhile.” You ask as you sit next to Bucky on the couch. He throws his arm over your shoulders and keeps smirking at you.

  You lean up and whisper in his ear, “Behave yourself soldier.” You nip his ear and turn back to the team, waiting for an answer.  You see everyone sharing concerned looks.

  You raise your eyebrows. “Don’t all talk at once.”

Steve was the one to speak up. “We had a meeting with Fury, concerning Ross. He had new information on Hydra.”

  “Okay…And are you going to share it with me or keep taking dramatic pauses, Rogers?” You’re getting irritated, but you thought this Ross thing was going to be on the back burner for the time being.

  “That’s classified, Y/n, but we are going after Ross. Soon.” You’ve hit your tipping point.

 "Did any of you consider the fucking outcome of going after him this early, with so little information?  Unless Furry gave you golden fucking information, you are putting yourselves in unnecessary danger. Ross will try something again when he realizes I’m not fucking dead, so why rush?!“ You’re yelling at this point, with your finger pointed at Steve. No one dares to comment. You expect Bucky to, but he won’t even look at you right now.

   Steve tries again. "Y/n, you don’t understand. They-”

  “They what, Steve? What could they possibly have that’s going to make this okay?”
  “They know you’re still alive. Hydra put a hit out on you. You have a fucking target on your back. Your safety is jeopardized because of being friends with us.”  

Oh…Shit… I didn’t see that coming.


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Some of my favourite moments from ep8 (that is one of my faves by now😍❤)

» Badass Magnus gave me life

» Alec referring to him and Magnus as a TOGETHER

» Maryse’s last scene really broke my heart

» Raphael opening up about his turning and basically worshipping Magnus

» Magnus talking to Max with eyes full of joy and goodness

» All the scenes between Alec and Clary were amazing!!! Especially the last one was so beautiful

» Magnus realising he may have had a threesome with Jace😂

» Jace’s smile realising that Magnus would do anything, ANYTHING, for Alec❤

» Magnus legendary, divine, sublime cat eyes

» Alec shook by Magnus’ cat eyes

a series of conversations with, and about, my mother:

1.
she tells me that the only things that matter to me are the things that matter to me, and that since I don’t have anywhere else to go, I’d better find somewhere else to go.

2.
all the usual cliches, tired metaphors, stock characters:
the kindly psychiatrist nudges me onto the couch and asks me how that makes me feel.
like bashing my head off a brick wall, the ouroboros eating its own tail, Sisyphus and the boulder.
hats dropped, hell and high water, bridges and ships half-burnt.

3.
she tells me I’m my father’s daughter, and it’s not a compliment. promises me I won’t get away with silence. digs her heels in, catches me between her teeth and shakes until she hears my neck snap.

4.
my whole life people have been telling us we look alike and she says, “really? I don’t think so.”

(the first person to have named my mother for what she is hears the knife in my throat and says, “you know what you sound like right now, don’t you?”)

5.
I write until my hands cramp and can only ever seem to conjure the familiar, the same worn images.
bricks and circles and apples.
I think of blinders and of funhouse mirrors, and of doing the same thing over and over while daring to hope for different results.

6.
I ask her to stop acting like the ongoing car crash in my head is somehow worse for her than it is for me, and she says, “well, isn’t it?”

7.
she doesn’t have to tell me there isn’t space for me in this house anymore: my bottles get crowded out of the shower rack, my mugs shoved to the back of the kitchen cupboard.
I packed up a life in cardboard boxes to return here with me and it sits untouched in the garage.

8.
a well-meaning someone cheerfully asks about my weight loss and I tell them the truth -
spout off the numbers I’ve collected and keep in my pocket along with the strands of my hair that have fallen out and the bones of my wrists.
two winters ago, six weeks and thirty pounds lost with the leaves on the trees when the frost came. a story about hibernation and a black dog.
“people don’t need to know that,” my mother says.

9.
when she’s run out of ways to argue with me, she says, “when you were twelve, you said -”
and I want to ask her if she’s numbered all the selves she’s been since childhood, counted the nights spent digging up the backyard looking for hatchets.
I don’t.
she and I don’t know how to ask each other questions unless they’re projectiles.

11.
we’re in her car when I tell her I’m gay. the word exits my mouth like a misfired bullet and there is a silence.
I think again of cliches, eye of the hurricane, calm before the storm.
she says, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

12.
I am re-teaching myself to write so it doesn’t hurt, correcting my grip on the pen like a child. learning to relax my jaw before I grind my teeth into dust.

for years I’ve stubbornly held onto the habit of defining myself in opposition, labeling myself without, circling all the gaps where my missing pieces should be.
my mother has cities inside her and all my maps are saltwater-stained and half-legible: even the streets I walk daily are sometimes impossible to navigate.

it’s been a long time since I first learned to fill her silences myself; found a life in hanging art on blank walls and turning my music up loud to fill an empty house.

ndjdjdd godd my friends dating this guy whom i went on a date with last month and nothing happened between us and theyre ’ in love’ now but the guy just texted me and wanted 2 hang out and i was like sure i have a bf we can hang out as couples too and he said thatd make things less awkward and i was like why would it b awkward our date was so friendly and nothing more and he said hes friendly on 1st date and fucks on the 2nd and sent me crying emojis and was creepy like djdjdjdkdkdkdlsksjsodkdkdd i didnt ask also why are men so ugly

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Name: Maura
Nicknames: maur ,,,,….???
Gender: female
Star sign: virgo
Height: 5'8
Hogwarts house: hufflepuff
Fav colour: orange and light pink
Fav animal: seal
Average hrs of sleep: 3 i’m terrible
Cats or dogs: DOGGOS
Fav fictional character: it’s a tie between levi mika kaneki hide and viktor
# of blankets I sleep with: 2 cause it’s cold up here
Fav singer/band: mayday parade
Dream trip: ireland or japan ;-;
Dream job: chemical engineer or an astronomer cause sPACEEEEE
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Send me a gency fic prompt!

and [noire] will write a short drabble fic. note that i’m going to (attempt) to write them in the same style that i wrote my fics for gency week, but they’ll most likely be much shorter than the 10 part goal i’d set before. for a reminder of the self-imposed torture rules: 

(1) Most of the fic must be written in 100-word drabbles.
(2) Non-drabble sections must be rare, and must have word counts that are multiples of 100.
(3) To prevent the drabbles from becoming oddly-spaced paragraphs, five minutes must elapse between each drabble, or there must be a change in perspective.

i will attempt to write for each prompt that i get, but please note that i specialize in character introspection and angst. while i’m open to fluff and light hearted cuteness (because the world needs it), those might take me a little bit longer. i’ll also write character centric, non-gency prompts, but i will not accept prompts for a different pairing

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