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[claraaoswlds-blog]

bogeymanbarnes

   It was him. It had to be him. He looked so different,    yet at the same time he looked so similar. Though    how could he be here? She'd still been stuck in the    past when he'd died; she'd received a letter even...    Her eyes weren't deceiving her. It was him, walking    down the calm street in London. Clara couldn't help    herself. She picked up her pace, heels clicking on    the pavement as she drew nearer to him.

                            ❝     Bucky?      ❞

[spoopyfane]

xsalvare replied to your post “paigxnator, cynismes, xsalvare;; [[MOR] thanks, guys. i just…...”

there's never a moment when you don't matter!! you matter a lot to me even though we haven't talked much. you're precious like...*huggles u*

thanks. that actually does mean a whole lot. because... idk. i feel like a lot of the people i was close to on here just... i don't really matter much to them anymore? it's not that they don't like me, just that i'm not... idk how to explain it. like i'm not one of the people they think of when things come up, or anything, i guess? like it doesn't matter how much i try to be there or try to talk to them, i'm just not important. so just... thank you, i guess?

[wingedhead-archive-blog]

"It was just supposed to be an internship." They mutter before their tentative first kiss. And it feels like the culmination of wanting so subtle they didn't even realize they were doing it. Later they'll say, "It was just supposed to be an internship." Laughing and delighted, just a tinge scared too when Bucky gets down on one knee. "It was just supposed to be an internship!" Steph screams from the bathroom upon being a week late on her period.

"Best internship ever." They agree much much later-- when the kids move out of the house and they're still just as stupid in love as they were at 20, making dopey doe eyes at each other like it's still that spring in Florida.

[titaniumallxy-blog]

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hi hello uuuuuuuuuuum okay ;

i have hella nice hair ???

my eyes are awesome lbr here

i'm naturally a light brown colour??? idk

i have awesome taste in clothing

my imagination is what i live for tbh

[ tags everyone tbh. ]

if you see this & wanna do it, go ahead < 3

[xagentcarter]

xsᴀʟᴠᴀʀᴇ.

It was late afternoon, and Peggy, having woken up later than usual, was just getting around to fixing herself something to eat. She stood in the small kitchen, half-asleep, stirring up her scrambled  eggs and waiting for the waffles to pop out of the toaster.

The small kitchen was probably the second-smallest part of the apartment she shared with Bucky (the first was the bathroom). When they'd been  searching for a place, fresh out of high school with no jobs and no money  saved up, it'd been the cheapest option in a decent neighborhood; two  small bedrooms, one small kitchen, one small living space, and one tiny bathroom. It worked for her and her best friend. A few minutes later, she sat at the table, eating her breakfast and flipping through bills. They had enough money to cover everything, except rent. At some point in her eating, she became aware of the sound of Bucky's  bedroom door opening and shutting; she didn't wait to call out to him. "Hey. We're...about a thousand dollars short on rent," she said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to be that short on rent. "It's due at the end of the week."                                          And then, with a grin he could probably hear ---                   "Think we can swing it?"                                                           ( she knew damn well that they could                                                            and that they would. ).

[iwasbuckysdate-blog]

Closed ;; xsalvare

      It was a dangerous job to be a nurse for the       military, Connie knew that from experience       thanks to her mom, the title was more than       enough to keep some people up all night       trying to forget what they had gone through       each day. What the wavy-haired, petite brunette       did was just live with what she had done instead       of trying to lie to herself. She had never killed anyone.

                       Until the day that she wasn't fast enough.

      The air had been frigid and she had been kept late       because there had been an attack. Many soldiers       were battered and the nurses were over their heads       in people. She had been so tired and her hands were       so shaky. Everything was black and white in her eyes       except for the   red   that stained her hands. She did       everything to fix what she had done but it was no use;       she wasn't fast enough.

                       The soldier had died in her arms gasping for breath.

      Since that day, Connie has never let herself slip from       her focus. She became one of the best nurses in the       whole base but it still wasn't enough. Her colleagues       would tell her that it wasn't her fault but that wasn't how       she viewed it. She saw the truth: the war didn't kill that       soldier-- she had. He hadn't died honorably; she had       made that impossible for him to do. The war had       changed her and she didn't know if she liked the new       Constance Oswald. The girl who now gave everyone a       smile but couldn't hide how truly skin deep it was.

      She had lost so much in the war: her happy outlook on       life, her mother, Bucky Barnes. Well, to be precise, he       wasn't gone but he might as well have been. They had       gotten in a huge fight before he left when she had told       him that she was becoming a nurse. He had told her       that she was stupid for wanting to throw her happiness       away just to see people die.

      When word went around that the soldiers were coming       home, Connie didn't falter. She didn't let her mind stray       to Bucky because she knew she would end up disappointed.       The soldiers came home and the nurses were sent to mend       any wounds. The first soldier she saw looked so much like       the soldier that had died. She patched him up and sent him       along to another nurse. She heard them chatting and somehow       they had gotten on the topic of his brother. Apparently the nurse       knew his family. The nurse made eye contact with Connie before       dropping her voice. It was obvious she was telling the soldier that       Connie had been with him last before he died.

      She heard someone calling her name a few times before       they grabbed her arm and pulled her over. She tried to fight but       she quickly locked her chocolate gaze with Bucky Barnes. She       could feel a lump in her throat as she stared at him, knowing       that what he had told her before was right. She sniffled a bit       before pulling out the bandages and the sterilizer. She cleaned       his wounds, trying not to make eye contact with him while he       did everything in his power to get in her line of sight.  He       whispered the nickname he had given her before he had left       and she pulled away sharply. When she had finished bandaging       him she made a bee line away to the next soldier.

      All nurses stayed late that night. When they were all relieved for       the night, Connie quickly hurried out and started walking home.       Sure, it was a bit of a long walk but Connie needed the time to       clear her head. She was also positive that Bucky was waiting for       her somewhere to pop out and ask her what had happened earlier.       For the most part it was a quiet walk home but as she got closer to       her house she began to feel like she was being watched. Pulling       her coat closer around her, she kept her eyes low to the ground.       She was a block from her apartment and she was beginning to       get anxious.

      Her brisk walk had turned into a sprint in a matter of seconds,       heels clacking loudly against the pavement as she saw her       apartment coming up. As she ascended the stairs she saw       the door was open. She slowed her pace and reached for       an umbrella before she was pulled violently further into her       place and pushed roughly into the wall.

       She stared at her attacker, seeing it was the soldier from        earlier. He reeked of alcohol and he was staring at her with        passionately angry eyes. She felt something press against        her forehead. Memories of her mother being in this very        position flooded her mind. She had hidden in the cupboard        and heard the bang of the gun. Hearing someone walk into        the apartment, she recognized the voice immediately.

                      ❛ BUCKY !!! ❜

[wingshead-a-blog]

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swEET NUMNUTS OK UM. lemme try this.

Pretty good writer, I guess? I wouldn’t be roleplaying or writing if I didn’t have confidence in my style of writing. I’ve spent a good 8 or 9 years pretty much writing and learning so I’m pretty proud of how far I’ve gotten, and I hope I can only progress further in time!

I’ve got the most boring color when it comes to eyes but the shade of brown is pretty damn cool if I say so myself.

I…LIKE MY ICON COLORINGS??? SOMETIMES.

I treat my friends to lunch and movies whenever I can. It’s nice to treat friends to things sometimes, even if they’re small things.

I really like my taste in music okay I’ve been playing the violin for 9 years now so I’m super into instrumental stuff but making playlists is pretty much a passion of mine.

[greenwithgxmma-archive-blog]

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1. I'm someone's favorite follower :DDD2. I have nice boobs??? I guess???3. Apparently I'm good at writing Bruce.4. I am kind of good at writing? c:5. I am an equal rights activist.