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[pastlivesandleftoverstories]

A bit disappointed

Civilian was reading in the corner of the cafe when their book was ripped from their hands. They protested, ready to ream out some self entitled jerk who thought stealing a girl's book was flirting. Gaston is not the kind of man to take hints from.

Oh, fuck. That was the only thought in civilian's mind after processing who exactly the culprit was.

Villian stood before them, examining the stolen book. Beyond them, the barista and other customers were cowering in the opposite corner.

With deliberate, slow movements Civilian reached for and then put in their hearing aids.

"I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed that ignoring my orders was not purely due to the enthralling nature of this particular book." The villian made eye contact with civilian as they closed the book. "Now that you have joined us in the present and can hear my orders, why don't you join the others?"

Part 2

[love-and-insurmountable-grief]

I’m not even finished with this book yet, but I have to say this:

John Lee Clark’s “Where I Stand: On the Signing Community and My DeafBlind Experience” is an incredible book. I think that anyone with any disability may find this book as relatable as I have, as a hearing-sighted person with AuDHD and a slow processing speed. Where I Stand is a necessary read.

Thank y’all for reading 💙

P.S. I feel recognized as a twice-exceptional student in the chapter “unreasonable effort”, which discusses the struggles unduly put upon DeafBlind students in school systems that weren’t built for them. 💙

P.P.S. PLEASE read this book

[smlmsworld]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Joaquín Torres Additional Tags: -puts on gauntlet- Fine...I'll fix it MYSELF, ah shit here we go again, back on my stucky bullshit, MCU Remaster, MCU Remix, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Deaf Bucky Barnes, Deaf author, Mixed Media, Spotify Soundtrack Available, Pinterest Board Available, "oh esmeme you don't have to make collages for every chapter" graphic design is my prison

Summary:

For Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, star-crossed could not fit them. Not to the magnitude that even in death, even in the end of the world, even in solitude, even in the shells of who they used to be, they always managed to find each other. For every star in the visible sky, every thudding beat between their ribs, it was always them. It would always be them.

Or; Steve deals with the future. And Bucky deals with hearing loss. \\\\\\\ Remix of Stucky fic. I promise this one is here to stay.

Deaf Bucky Barnes mixed media fic written by a deaf author.

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Snippet:

“I can’t carry you away from fights anymore,” he said, dejected. Despite the genuine disappointment in his voice, Steve cracked a smile. It never ceases to amuse him the amount of times in Brooklyn that Bucky threw Steve over his shoulder like an old sack when there was a fight. Back when Steve was smaller, and a bigger target for school yard bullies.

“I don’t get what you mean. I’m still a kid from Brooklyn,” Steve said.

Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you’re still the dumbass that always got into fights with people three times his size. Especially today. With a fucking Hydra tank.”

Steve sighed. “So much for focusing on us.”

He remembered when Peggy gleefully told the Commandos about how Steve jumped on the grenade during recruitment. Everyone laughed and clapped Steve’s back, saying how he had balls of steel.

That was, everyone except Bucky, who was glaring daggers into Steve’s soul and he was sinking deeper and deeper into his chair each time he looked at him.

♥♥♥

[karlynmaness]

Closure doesn’t come for people like us,

A book that ended before it even began.

Not all stories go according to plan,

The proof lies hidden where we stand.

We’re caught in the trenches of what could’ve been,

Searching for a way out of this mess.

How do we unpack the truth: we settled for less,

When we were given an abundance of happiness?

I was never one for settling scores,

But I’ve been out here, fighting your war.

Happenstance brought me back to your door,

I can’t live in this in between anymore.

Closure might come to someone like me,

If I let go of dreams, set you free.

Rewrite the beginning,

To find peace.

[big-boah]

Fun fact about me as an author: the thing I'm most confident about writing is dialogue even though I'm autistic/semi-verbal and deaf.

The only reason I feel comfortable/confident doing this is because a) writing is my main form of communication and b) when I was in college I was a lab assistant and I had to spend an entire summer, 40 hours a week, transcribing videos for my professor. It was for our study on gesture and language, and I've never worked as hard as I did then to count and write out every "um", "uh", "yeah" and any speech disfluency... it was for over 200 hours of video.

(Make the deaf kid type it all out, why don't you?! I mean why did I sign up for that?! Paid good money though and I got to work alone!)

So I feel like I got a much better understanding of how natural speech flows for people and that's why I include so much of that in my writing. If it ever seems annoying let me know but I'm trying to be as natural/immersive as possible 😊

[hearingaidsandtea]

Long Time No See

Let’s do some updates!

I’ve noticed that some of my posts are still getting liked and reblogged even after this long, thank you! I’m really happy that what I’ve written has been reaching people and making an impact.

I wanted to update y’all, especially as my last post (all that time ago) was about my financial struggles. Thank you to those of you that donated or shared the post, I really appreciate it.

In short:

+ My financial state is much more stable and I’m financially safe (and have been for a while now)!

+ I’ve moved to a lovely forested place with my roommate and we’re loving it! It’s a lot more quiet which is helping me with stress as well (sometimes you just gotta give your brain some quiet time to process the sounds of the week). It’s also less expensive (by a lot).

+ I’m still working with Deaf kids which is wonderful. I’ve been learning ASL to help the students and myself. It’s made a huge difference in my mental health. Seriously, learning ASL is one of the best things I’m doing for myself.

+ I’ve gone back to school and am majoring in creative writing. I’ve been blown away by the support I’ve gotten for my Deaf/HoH-centric stories. There’s a legitimate interest in reading stories by Deaf/HoH people and I am floored by it. I’ve gotten phenomenal feedback on a story from my current class and will be continuing it. I’ll be publishing it sometime next year. It’s one of the projects I’ll be working on during NaNoWriMo this year.

This story in question? Two teens get stuck in a haunted house because of a lost hearing aid and have to find a way to survive...and hopefully get out.

While I make no promises on how active this blog will be, I can promise that I’m open for questions, and I will be more active (at least some kind of update once a month)

[pastlivesandleftoverstories]

A bit disappointed part 2

Part 1

The villain didn't want anything from the cafe itself. They were looking to get into the office next door through one of the walls in the backroom. Having hostages was simply collateral damage and good insurance should the pesky hero try to intervene.

While the villian's henchmen worked on the wall in the back room, villian sat at a table beside the hostages, legs proped up, and civilian's book open.

"It doesn’t make sense. Why would the princess risk everything for some villager they just met?"

There was silence, their hostages unsure if they were meant to respond.

"Well?"

"At first, it's because of a sense of duty to her people," Civilian responded when the other hostages looked at her with wide fearful eyes. "But as the story goes on, it's because of something more."

The villian rolled their eyes, "Love. How terribly cliché."

"And what's wrong with cliché?" Civilian muttered.

"Excuse me?" The villian's eyebrow quirking up.

"I... I said, and what's wrong with cliché?"

The villian stood and began to answer when they were interrupted by one of their henchmen.

"The explosives are set and ready when you are."

The villian nodded while dropping the book into their bag.

"Lock them in the fridge. They'll be safe from the blast and intervening."

The henchmen nodded and began ushering the hostages up and towards the back.

Civilian froze when they felt a hand tighten around their elbow.

"Except you my dear."

"What? Why?" Civilian tried to pull away with no success. They could feel their heart pumping in their ears.

"Hero can be quite bothersome if they don't have a visual reminder of what, or who, is at stake if they intervene. And, as a bonus, I don't have to worry about you hearing details you shouldn't."

With their free hand extended and gesturing to give, "Don't worry, I'll keep them safe."

[pastlivesandleftoverstories]

A bit disappointing part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Without their hearing aids the world was quiet. They knew things were being said. Sound was happening, but it was like low tv static. Nothing was clear, and it was easy for Civilian to let it fade from their awareness.

Well, normally it would be easy. Normally, walls weren't being blown up, and things weren't communicated via yelled commands.

After giving their hearing aids to the villain, their hands had been bound. They had pleaded with the henchman that he didn't also need to gag her. The henchman had started to force their head still so he could apply the tape when he stopped abruptly. He nodded and stepped away. The villain came into their view and caressed their face, catching a tear Civilian didn't realize had fallen on their thumb.

"You're alright."

Civilian didn't hear the words, but they were able to lip read enough to understand. They heaved in a breath and nodded.

"Good."

With that, the villian had taken hold of Civilian's wrists and gently lead them to the side, protected from the blast but able to move quickly after.

And then the detonation happened. Their ears rang even if they didn't fully process the sound. Dust floated down and Villain had begun to move.

It was chaos and civilian couldn't keep up with everything happening. It was clear that this was a well concieved plan with the people needed to put it in action. They just tried to keep up with the villain and keep their head down. The villain had already made it clear the less they knew the better.

It was a shorter amount of time than civilian expected. Maybe their sense of time was off, but it appeared that the villain's operation had lasted only a few minutes. The crew had locked staff of the office in a closet and taken whatever they came for, bags slung over their backs. They were already headed towards the exit.

The villain had sent a wicked grin civilian's way as he guided them to follow. A van was just past the exit with it doors open.

It was when the villain had not let got of civilian that their mind finally switched out of freeze and into fight.

Their mind screamed, reminding them of those self defense lessons their mom had insisted on before they moved to the city.

Do not go to a second location! A second location means death!

They began pulling away from the villain. Their grip tightened on the civilian's wrists and they stopped outside the van doors.

"I don't know anything. Please, please let me go."

The civilian could see that the villain was speaking but they couldn't focus on it enough to know what they were saying. Civilian just kept repeating their plea.

The villian placed a finger over their lips to silence them and moved the civilian's hair from their eyes.

The villian pointed at the civilian and then fingerspelled O K. They then pointed at the pocket civilian saw their hearing aids disappear into with a smile.

Civilian thought the villain was going to grab their hearing aids. Instead, there was a flurry of movement and they ended up with their back pinned against the villain's chest, wrists still held, and a knife near their throat.

Civilian saw before them why the villain had suddenly done this maneuver.

Hero had arrived.