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allitstaintedglory reblogged your photoset:As promised like fifty million years ago i’m...

Oh my god, I LOVE your room, it’s gorgeous.Where did you get the arrow rack and the bedside tables?

@allitstaintedglory Thank you so much!!

I got the arrow rack from Target here. 

The bedside tables are from Ikea here (2 drawers) and here (3 drawers).

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No more goodbyes

Day 9 of Holiday Writing Dash Pairing: Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli Summary: Paperman AU. Peggy is used to missed opportunities. They were always rooted from foolishness and insanity. She was safer this way. But she doesn’t want it anymore.  A/N: @allitstaintedglory​ gave me this prompt and I am pretty sure it’s been done before because the red lipstick and what not is totally Peggy. HOWEVER, here is my own little spin on it because clearly there is a lot more going on here. If you haven’t seen it, definitely check it out! Enjoy :D

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The sounds of the birds chirping against the traffic has become a monotony in her mind. When the trains roll by, it becomes a cacophony of sound that passes by. Even the faces of the city become gray because they lack the life she does.

Peggy honestly doesn’t know why she even bothers anymore. Why she puts on her suit and heels before grabbing the stack of papers and heading out the door anymore. Sometimes she wakes up to the sound of her alarm wishing that she could hear something else.

She stands at the train station hugging the stack of papers close to her chest, wondering if the day will be different. Hope slowly drifts away as each second ticks away. It won’t be any different. It’s been the same for years.

A breeze blows by and Peggy clutches the worthless stack of papers.

In a second, a piece of paper floats by and she thinks it’s hers.

“Oh, shoot! No, no, no!” a voice chases after the paper and all Peggy sees is brown and gold.

Peggy watches the figure run by and snatches the paper right out of the air. A little smile graces her lips, glad for the woman.

The woman doesn’t say anything as she sheepishly takes her place next to Peggy.

Peggy nods politely when the woman glances at her.

I’ve never seen her before. Maybe I should say something. Maybe hello.

Just as Peggy turns her head to say hello and errant breeze steals her sheet. Before she can react, the paper lands against the shorter woman’s face.

Peggy gasps and takes the paper, trying to hold back a laugh. When she sees the woman’s face, scrunched up and eyes shut to the paper, her heart skips a beat.

The woman glows and for a second Peggy forgets that most of her life is gray. The brown hair is gold under the halo of sunlight that kisses her head. She looks youthful with brown eyes wide with curiosity. And her lips are so bold painted with red.

The woman giggles suddenly, breaking their eye contact. She nods to the paper in Peggy’s hand.

Peggy stares as it flutters in the wind followed by the sound of the train arriving. The woman’s red lipstick stains the paper brightly and Peggy smiles.

When she looks back, the woman is no longer standing before her. Peggy’s eyes search for her and all she sees is the woman taking her seat on the train. As it departs, Peggy feels a sense of loss as the woman turns her head to meet Peggy’s gaze.

A minute later, her train arrives and Peggy tears her attention back to her existence.

Peggy wonders more often than not if her life could be different. That maybe her life had a greater purpose than pushing papers around just to create work. That maybe her life was made to leave marks in the universe.

Her pen scratches into the paper. The templated sheet has fitted words that she knows by heart. Without even looking, she is sure to fill it out correctly anyways.

After most of her stack is finished she looks at the sheet stained with the woman’s lips. Peggy’s mind wanders to her once more. Wondering what she does, what she dreams of, what she hopes to accomplish, whether or not she sees the world as gray as Peggy does.

The sheet flutters to life once more and Peggy grabs for it and seizes it just at the window. Her chest tightens, feeling something special for someone that she doesn’t even know.

It’s silly and foolish.

Her life was doomed for mundanity.

She wishes at least to see that woman again. The sheet flutters in her hand once more and she places it safely on her desk before moving to shut it.

There she was. The woman. Through the streets of honking horns and bustling life, Peggy sees the woman from the platform entering a room in the building across the street. Peggy feels her heart race. It makes her jump and wave her arms.

“Carter, what’re you doing?!” Thompson snaps at her. “Shut the damn window and get to work like everyone else!”

Peggy doesn’t say a word. Her coworkers all look at her before going back to their work and she falls back into her chair derisively.

The window is still open. The only thing missing between her and the woman was a connection. A line. Something to bring them together. Peggy crosses her arms at the papers stacked before her.

Without thinking, she grabs a sheet and folds it. Folds it. Folds it. Folds it.

The sheet with her lipstick sits still on her desk and Peggy looks at the paper airplane in her hands.

This is mad. Positively.

She holds the airplane in her hand and looks out the window. The woman looks happy with herself standing before a man in the room. Her mouth moves quickly and dramatically. But she moves with more spirit than Peggy’s ever seen.

Or felt.

Maybe she shouldn’t. It’s foolish.

A breeze picks up and steals the plane from her grasp. Peggy can’t reach out to stop it as the wind carries it away from her. In her heart, she hopes it reaches the woman. She watches and watches as it heads straight for the other building. Her heart lifts.

Boop.

The paper airplane hits the edge of the window and falls out of view. And just like that, Peggy’s heart drops. It was so close.

It was so close.

Peggy thinks with renewed determination. If it could be that close. She’d have to just try again. It’s foolish. But foolishness be damned.

Fold. Fold. Fold.

She throws the new plane. Maybe that was her problem.

It hits the metal frame.

Maybe she was afraid of the foolishness leading to nothingness. She played it safe for the longest time.

Fold. Fold. Fold.

It hits the top of the window.

Fold. Fold. Fold.

Peggy keeps folding. She keeps hoping. It’s just insanity. Yet, she keeps trying. Feeling all the missed opportunities in her life slip from her mind. The anxiety of choosing not to act no longer cripples her as she feels herself soar with hope. At least, maybe she can say hello.

She keeps throwing and throwing. Her hope is replaced with frustration.

Every time, her mind screams that she is getting closer and closer. But the seconds tick by and she feels further than ever.

Her hand hits the metal basket and it falls with a clang that catches everyone’s attention.

Peggy darts her eyes to the sound and finds her paper devoid of a stack. She feels lighter seeing the lipstick stained sheet sitting on her desk.

She looks up at Daniel sitting next to her. He stares back dubiously before pulling his stack away from the edge.

Peggy huffs and stares down at the lipstick stained sheet sitting on its own.

Fold. Fold. Fold.

She takes a breath, feeling as though the end was near even though there was never even a beginning.

Just maybe, this could be their beginning.

Across the street, the woman has finished her work with a smile on her face. Body beaming with excitement and Peggy is jealous. She wants the same.

“Carter!”

Peggy jerks away from the window startled and the paper airplane is swept out of her grasp. Before she can react the wind takes it away and she watches as it fall to the ground helplessly.

A low thump hits her desk and Peggy sees another stack of paper. She looks up to meet Thompson’s smug look. “Get working, sweetheart.”

He starts walking to his office with Dooley leading the way. Dooley shoots her a nasty glare. Thompson just looks smug.

Everyone waits for her to do something. To react. To tell him off.

The only thing that races through her mind is the fate of that paper airplane. Maybe upon exiting, it would make its way to the woman.

Peggy has hope. Out of all the things to have hope for, she believes in this.

Daniel looks at her with curiosity. His eyes sudden plead for her to get back to work. He doesn’t ever want trouble.

That’s not how she wanted to live her life. For some odd reason, she realizes that she doesn’t have to.

For the first time in a long time, she grabs her blazer and rushes out of the office. If she has any hope at all, she has to chase it.

She runs across the street dodging bikes and cars. People part ways for her to rush by.

The woman could’ve been downstairs by now but Peggy looks left and right and she isn’t there. She isn’t anywhere. She feels her heart drop.

Before her the airplane with red lipstick sits on top of the mailbox. Just like that, Peggy realizes that maybe she shouldn’t have had hope at all. Because the message never makes it to the woman anyways.

Peggy grabs it and throws it into the air. Let it be damned.

And she just walks. Not like she can go back to work anyways.

She curses at herself for her foolishness. She curses that glimmer of hope that plays inside her heart.

The idea of missing an opportunity has never bothered her this much before. However, there were too many of them that she let slip through her fingers. The people she’s lost and let go of were long forgotten. She had to keep moving on.

She’d stop lingering over every loss because this was the reality she lived in. The life of mundanity and security she had was what everyone was jealous of. Everyone wanted her life, but Peggy wanted more.

She just wanted another chance to start over.

Peggy gets to the end of the block when she feels something hit her chest. The airplane. She slaps it away. The sight of it taunts her. She keeps walking.

Then she feels it. The wind picks up and presses back against her, stopping her from moving. She looks down and she’s swarmed with all the paper planes she’s folded. All of them failures. Failures that came back to taunt her.

She fights against them and tries to break free of their hold. They’re persistent and eager to contain her. She notices the more she fights it the more they push back at her. They guide her back along the sidewalk, through the streets.

For a moment, she feels her heart race as she’s being lifted back onto the platform of the train. They throw her onto a train.

This is mad. She says over and over in her mind.

Through the train ride, she sits there angered by this turn of events. She looks like a fright to everyone, covered in paper airplanes. She struggles to stand but the sheets all force her back down. The irony of her work that she turns it into hope but it weighs her down.

The train comes to a screeching halt and Peggy’s lifted to her feet. She recognizes the stop from earlier that morning and thinks of the woman that brought the color into her life. She stops thinking of it because it’s foolish and unrealistic.

When she stumbles onto the platform, she doesn’t feel the weight of the planes pressing against her any longer. She feels lighter as they fall to the ground in succession before floating away together.

The air shifts and through the fleet the paper planes, Peggy sees her.

The woman stands there with a hopeful smile on her face holding a paper airplane with her lipstick stained on it.

Peggy feels her heart swell in her chest and a smile graces her lips. Maybe it was insanity. Maybe it was foolish. But maybe it was what Peggy needed.

The woman stands before her, mirroring her smile, maybe even feeling the same way.

They both belong there.

And Peggy thinks to say, “Hello.”

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allitstaintedglory replied to your post “I’d really like to read some superman comics but idk where to start”

Superman: Birthright is my favorite version of his origin story. Fantastic characterizations of everyone.

thank you a lot for the rec!

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hey girls cimikat allitstaintedglory tulipanblanco i just wanted to thank you for buckynat fics they’re incredible and you’ll probably ruined me with them 

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allitstaintedglory replied to your post:It’s the hottest fucking week of summer and the...

I passed many people today in DC, and all of their faces held desperation and sweat. We should hang out in a cool, airconditioned cafe.

I am very much in support of this. I also concur: basically everyone I saw today looked sweaty and miserable... summer is awful and needs to end now.

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I was tagged in another questions post! I'll answer the questions but I am not going to post new ones of my own. 1. What's your favorite dish? I suspect that my answer to this question might have been different yesterday, but last night I made a FANTASTIC butternut squash and leek risotto with sage and... yeah, it was absolutely out of this world. 2. If money wasn't an obstacle, where would you live for the rest of your life? Oxford. 3. What was the happiest moment in your life? I've been fortunate to have a lot of happy moments in my life, but my time in Oxford was really one long extended happy moment. A more specific moment? The first time I saw the city... or the first time I stepped foot into the Radcliffe Camera. 4. What's a fact about you that most people would be surprised to learn/don't know about? Hm... I dunno. The things that real life acquaintances don't always know about me (that I knit, that I do ballet) are some of the things I talk about most on the internet. My tumblrites might be intrigued to know that I LOVE shoes and have a pretty substantial collection. All but probably one of the top five most expensive clothing items I own are shoes. 5. If you could live in a fantasy world, which one would you choose? Tamora Pierce's Tortall. I'd befriend Alanna. 6. If you could be a celebrity, what would you be famous for? (Acting, singing, record for longest yoga tree pose, etc.) While it would be pretty cool to be famous for holding the record for the longest tree pose, I'm gonna have to go with becoming a "celebrity" in academia. Just being known as a great academic and a great teacher/mentor... that would make me inexplicably happy. 7. What is your spirit animal? I don't know. I don't have one, and I'm kind of just... me? So that's good enough for me. 8. If you could live the life of one historical or fictional person, who would it be? This is tough. But one person? I think I'll go with Alanna the Lioness, from Tamora Pierce's Tortall books. (Fictional, not historical. Historical is too hard to pick...) 9. What movie could you watch over and over again? I can -- and frequently do -- watch quite a few movies over and over again. Pride and Prejudice (the 2005 Keira Knightley/Matthew Macfadyen version -- say what you like, but I will go to my grave preferring this version to the BBC miniseries with Colin Firth). The Daniel Craig James Bond movies, especially Skyfall. Any of the Marvel Avengers movies, especially The Avengers. I am quite fond of rewatching things. 10. What song can you sing/play on an instrument the best? Harking back to my years of piano lessons... I can still sit down and blunder through Edvard Grieg's Puck. I played it for a recital when I was maybe 13 or 14, and it's a fun piece. Definitely Puck in musical format.

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I loved the Joan Watson icons you made! Can you make some Olivia Dunham (Fringe) icons for my Fringe tumblr? Thanks! (Make as many as you want, the more the merrier)

Aww I'm glad! :D

And yes, I surely can. I've begun working on them right now actually.