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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Stardew Impact [Stardew Valley+Genshin Impact x Reader]

Part 2/3 Zhongli, Xiao

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE ROUND TWO)

Genre: Fluff

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Diluc and Kaeya

Albedo and Childe

(A/n): This was meant to be part 3 but I couldn't wait to write xiao. Plus Ive been writing Albedo for almost the whole month already Word count_2.6k

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Xiao

• Thrown in an unfamiliar environment puts Xiao on high alert. Instincts kick in and his hand subconciously grabs for his spear. Nothing. Not even his vision activated. Xiao's gaze darts all over before landing on your figure. He sighs in relief, you're safe, that much he can decipher as of now.

• Stripped of his power, left with only claws and teeth (if must) to protect you from any dangers, he was ansty with every little thing.

• The villagers are so nice??? For what reason must they have to act so friendly to strangers (Xiao wonders). The Mayor even granted you two a vast farmland free of charge.

• Shortly he realized he no longer had his karmaic debt. Xiao wasn't sure how to live his life in this state. He dedicated his entire existence to years of slaughter and suffering that it became the only thing he knew. He won't admit it of course, he'll just throw in scoffs and remarks about how mundane activities are a waste of time when in reality, he just has no clue on how to handle them.

• Thats why the first day was difficult as you both try to figure out how to plant parnsips. Deciding it was better to go with an experiment, you split the share of seeds in half and used what basic knowledge you had on farming to finish the job. Xiao on the other hand tried copying what you did….though the outcome wasn't so desirable it was a mess. (His trained hands have taught him to be on the rough side).

• He doesn't bother socializing with the townspeople even though he has no karmaic debt to worry about. Xiao thinks you're more than enough anyways so what's the point?

• Robin is the only person who can tolerate him for obvious reasons (cough Sebastian cough) she knows exactly how to deal with his personality type. His glares don't faze her, she simply thinks its just a teenage phase of some sort.

• Eventually they become mutuals, Xiao thinks Robin is similar to Verr Goldet in a way. Since he's the one who does the heavy labour of chopping down trees and mining stones for building upgrades, he gets a chance to visit her house quite often. He comes back with lots of recipes too.

• You find out that his adepti blood never left him. Xiao doesn't need sleep so you better believe it when he tells you the next morning that he spent the whole night watering all 300 of your crops (watering is the only process he's good at for farming).

• Sometimes you catch him staring out of the window, wondering what he may be thinking. Life was so much more different, almost hard to recognize. Was this real? Is it okay for it to be real, just this once? Ever since he committed his duty to Morax, Xiao didn't dream of a time when everything would be peaceful. Yet here he is, no longer a weapon but on a journey to find out what it's like to live as a normal person.

• Spring: Every morning you find him kneeling behind the cabin with the pet cat (yes, cats seem to suit Xiao very much). He just stares at them, hesitant if he wanted to pet their fur or rub their chin. So he continues to glare intensely, scaring your cat away :(

• Whenever you wanted to attend any of the town's festivities, Xiao wouldn't even hide his distastefulness but goes with you regardless. Why do mortals consider hiding eggs and finding them a fun activity? And what kind of a name is Flower Dance? Can't they just call it a dance?

• Though…he does like the sight of you wearing a flower crown. Xiao likes putting stuff in your hair.

Since setting foot upon this new world, time seemed to have slowed down to the point that almost everything felt like an eternity. And you didn't mind, with him by your side, you wouldn't mind if it did last forever.

The lull of the grass was the only sound Xiao could hear as he closed his eyes and rested his head on your lap. You maneuvered across his scalp in small, subtle motions, surprised with how warm he felt against the heat your palm. He stirs a little and lets out a soft breath before turning his face to lay on the side.

You were slightly intrigued by the yaksha's new demeanor. From far away, Xiao was an intimidating man, even during the first time you laid eyes him, his presence felt similar to a knife pointing at anyone who dares to come too close. But now, the face that usually held his signature annoyance melted into something you never thought you'd see as the sun rays brushed against the surface of his fair skin. You observed the way his dark eyebrows stayed in a relaxed arch. The red crescents lining right above his beautiful long lashes and the sound of soft snores through parted lips. It was hard to believe that this man was the same person who claimed to have ended a thousand lives through thousands of years.

Did he fall asleep already?

Gently moving away the strands away from his cheekbone, hovered your gaze above him and whispered, "I thought adepti don't need rest."

"Hmph," Xiao responds, though there was no harshness in his tone, "Quit trying to be difficult, I didn't tell you to stop."

The smug grin on your face only widens. You lean downward and said to his ear, "And what's the magic word~?"

Xiao sighs at your antics. You were truly pushing your luck today and he simply didn't have the patience to entertain you. Without a warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down, foreheads pressing until you were but a breath away. The adepti conquers, he does not plead.

• Summer: As expected, your parnsnips weren't able to grow as much. Thus, this season was going to be the one to make up for the lost profit. Xiao is very good at hunting, perhaps the best in the entire town. Though the way he catches fish is rather peculiar, said by the folks. He prefers to carve a spear made of wood and repeatedly stabs the lake until results show. Xiao dislikes the old fashioned way, he says its unproductive and it unecissarily takes too much time.

• But as much as he scared the whole town, they were extremely grateful when he cleaned up the slime issues happening in the mines. You could say that he grew very popular since then and eventually mustered up the courage to greet him a hello whenever he passes by.

• You nudge him to reply back. Xiao usually shoots you a glare but slowly, he learns the courtesy of acknowledging someone's prescence.

• Fall: You woke up to a burnt smell coming from the kitchen. Xiao just thought he would return the favour since you always worked so hard. (He was actually trying to figure out what a 'whisk' was. It was no wonder why there were eggshells in the dish!)

• You realized that Xiao was taking more initation compared to before. At night, when you thought the animals were actively jumping in the barns, the noise was actually from Xiao trying to adjust himself to the ways of tending the field. After learning what TV was, he would always switch to the channel "Livin off the land" to gain some insight. Truly, Xiao was greatful even though he knew he eventually had to return to his duties, he wanted to utilize the current days the best way he could. And what better way was it to just make you happy in return?

• Winter: This was the season to test the accumulation of Xiao's abilities: you caught a cold and he had to manage everything in his own. Xiao scolded you for not wearing enough and being too careless but at the same he considered that you must've been working too hard.

• Goes to Robin for help. She basically became his mom now. Prepares the food and leaves them in the fridge, she teaches Xiao how to use the phone in case he needed any help and also lets him know where all the essentials are.

• Xiao stayed by your side the whole time even though you told him you'd be fine. But he refuses, he may no longer be a gaurdian but he was your gaurdian. That role never changed.

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Zhongli

• You wake up on a soft bed with Zhongli sitting at a chair nearby. He hands you a cup of brewed water but you're still blatlantly confused. Seems like everything was taken care of by Zhongli, it ends up with him explaining everything to you.

• The folks instantly assumes you both as a married couple. Who could blame them? He did carry your unconcious body all the way to town while asking for a local doctor. You can bet that the ladies wish they were you at that moment. Zhongli took care of everything, including with the contract with the new farm.

• It didn't take long for you both to adjust to the new lifestyle. Zhongli's accumulated knowledge was enough to last all four seasons. Days past by peacefully as you shared the tasks. He'd place down the stone paths towards the gate and you busied yourself with decorating the house. After that was done, Zhongli would rest upon the rocking chair outside your door (like the grandpa he is) and sometimes you'd join him in one reading session. His voice was soothing, you eventually dipped into a slumber as the evening grew colder. Just like always, your beloved brings his arm to encapsulate you from the wind, brushing his thumb against your skin subconciously while you snore softly into his shoulder.

• In a way, the townsfolk were right. You both do act like a married couple. It's basically domestic life with Zhongli in a nutshell.

• He gets connected with Gunther and lands a role in the Museum. Since he's there so often, Zhongli also manages to be acquainted with Elliot as well. Two men who have a common interest with books while speaking in poetic prose. Their conversation would last for hours to the point Gunther had to kick them out of the library!

• Veeeery good with the children, not in an entertaining way but its just the aura he reeks. Penny usually had trouble dealing with Vincent since he never seems to be able to focus but the minute Zhongli speaks, he's all ears. Not only that he was also very good with the elderly. He even recommended some herbs George could take to soothe his back issues.

• Problem is that he still forgets to bring his wallet and Childe isn't here to save him. So once you stepped foot into the Stardrop Saloon and Gus calls you over, he tells you about the cost he owed to his tab….

• But this tranquil life full of genuinity and deprived of sovereignty, he was overjoyed to be able to spend it with you. Because he knew you were unlike him, that all humans were born with an expiry date. He knew so well that after every new greeting, he would have to face the goodbyes over and over until the world eventually came to an end. He knew you were also going to be part of those many goodbyes while he would still be here.

• But as Zhongli walks amongst the fallen leaves, he remembered the beauty that carries within every new beginning. They brought him to you and he would never hesitate to trade his gnosis for it.

Spring: You shot up your bed when Zhongli blast the TV at full volume. He apologizes, saying that he was simply trying to change the channel. You figured it was best for him to go outside before he somehow glitches the screen until it couldn't repair itself (Robin charges for repairs).

• Every thursday you both go to Pierre's store to complete your grocery shopping. He offers to push the cart as you fill the basket with all the necessities (plus it saves you the trouble of having him tossing whatever he sees without looking at the price tag).

• Every afternoon you order a take out from the Saloon, sharing the meal while sitting at the fountain's edge near the community center. Every evening Zhongli would take you to explore the rest of the vast farmland, discovering places you weren't even aware of. It was no wonder why everyone thought you were a married couple.

• Summer: Since the cabin was too small for a bathroom, you guys would have to travel up the mountains in order to get to the Spa house (cue sweatiness x10).

• The concept of hotsprings was derived from Inazuma so it was no surprise that Liyue eventually took it after him. Zhongli had collected some incense from foraging items over the past few months, he knows whats up. But overall he gives the best bath sessions (hands down) and you were the one who insisted in joining him. He was a gentle and sweet lover, always putting your needs before his. Ancient artifacts and old history books have always been precious to him, he treated you no differently.

The heartbeat of the oceans continues to rock back and forth until they brush up on the sandy shore, washing away the two pairs of footprints left behind by a man and a woman.

Gold against gold, his amber eyes reflected against the scenery. Millions of lights flashed among the sea when the sun began to climb down from the sky, it's rays hugged across the valley like an ethereal glow bestowed by the heavens as summer's wind brought even more warmth than what he had currently felt. You trance ahead of with the same light shaping around your form.

"Oh hey there's another rainbow shell," you waved at him before running off, "I'll be back!"

How is it that you still continue to shine like gold in his memories?

Zhongli suddenly ponders at the chapters laying ahead of him. He spent so many years turning each page without ever reaching a conclusion, forever searching the fabled happy endings written in fairytale books, but he knew his immortality wouldn't grant him that wish.

Thus, the formal archon raised his pen and reweaves his own story. He envisions his future with you by his side, engraving every detail until it was immortalized in his memories.

Perhaps I shouldn't keep her waiting.

With a renewed resolve, Zhongli clutches the gemstone tightly in his palm, he seals the page with the final contract between your future and his.

• Fall: After getting your first house upgrade, it was time for the next event: the ceremony. Yes, Zhongli would only have a wedding if Liyue traditions were involved. Everyone was invited of course, they were quite intrigued with the flashy setup such as lanterns and fireworks (you were a little worried with where he got the budget for such items) and Zhongli even educated Gus about some recipes he can use for the Saloon.

• You found out that Zhongli was saving all his money for this day (it was no wonder that he couldn't pay for his tab!). Old habits die hard, it was a shame that he didn't have his powers to craft the right items, but at least he got to sea you in a traditional eastern dress (it's the part he was looming forward to the most).

• Fall is the best season. One you wouldn't forget.

• Winter: Ah he finally learns how to use technology after three seasons. He only knows two channels from the TV which was 'Livin off the Land' and the weather channel. Zhongli oftens talks to himself as he tries to figure out more mechanics, he seems to be extremely absorbed in the most basic things.

• The miner of the house. But instead of using them to upgrade tools and donating them to the museum, Zhongli likes to keep some of them for collection. You could say your house also had a little museum in the other room.

• Romcom movies and soap operas. You can't change my mind that this is what you both spend your time watching as the snowstorm rages outside.

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sakura-83 · 3 years

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Things from Anne with an e that I feel like writing down

Season 2 Episode 1: Youth Is The Season of Hope

1. Anne looking over her collection of treasures

2. Her walk through the forests and fields, talking to trees and watching butterflies and being free from worldly concerns such as dirtying her clothes or going home before dark

3. The general way that Anne loves nature

4. Anne falling into a creek. I’ve done that so many times

5. Anne coming hone covered in twigs and mud and Matthew just smiling

6. It does make me sad how Mr. Dunlop is genuinely happy at Green Gables but the plan still crumbles. He was a bad person but I still wish he could’ve had his house, a calm life, maybe then he could’ve changed forever.

7. The fact that when school isn’t in session, there’s no paper to be had for students

8. Anne critiquing the way Nate prays

9. “And bless those who are here, and those who are in our hearts” CUTTING INTO A SHOT OF THE BOAT GILBERT IS ON

10. Gilbert singing while he works

11. Bash being exasperated with Gilbert

12. Gilbert could’ve had a comfortable steady life but willingly chose to work in the name of adventure and experience

13. Nate trying to convince Anne of all people that geology is boring

14. Nate frequently says things that will trigger a flashback in Anne and yet she still continues to spring back up enthusiastically

15. The whole flirting thing between Nate and Marilla never fails to make me very uncomfortable

16. Yknow. It’s probably the money they stole from Jerry that’s paying the rent

17. Jerry having a mini heart attack when Anne is in the barn

18. Jerry knowing there’s something off about Nate but being unable to place it

19. Anne’s fond talk of reading seeking very surface level while the scene is interrupted by flashbacks of how it was the only hope, the only shred of happiness she was able to keep in her youth

20. “Reading can save your life.”

21. Anne finding Jane eyre when she had to hold the books as punishment

22. “Look at this sentence, isn’t it glorious!” “Sometimes you’re not very nice.” “What do you mean? Why are you- Jerry!” “No school for me, remember?” “I can teach you to read!”

23. Jerry telling her not to bother and her proceeding to relay the entire alphabet anyways

24. They don’t have any paper so Anne has to teach him by writing in the hay and dirt on the ground

25. Nate just starting to scream and throw things so people thing he’s having a breakdown

26. Stupid mr Barry falling for it

27. The cuthberts singing the same song as Gilbert while they work

28. Bash explaining to Gilbert that he’s a young white boy and he can do whatever he wants in life, but bash is stuck with his lot in life and needs to keep his job

29. Bash telling him he’s also bad at singing

30. “I’m so glad I get to live in a world where there are Octobers, aren’t you?”

31. Anne being baffled that they haven’t been to the beach since they were children

32. Anne going to the beach for the first time

33. The way she absolutely has to stand on the cliff edge over the ocean

34. Matthew waving back to her

35. Anne impulsively stripping down and jumping into the ocean during a Canadian October

36. Matthew doing the same

37. Anne can’t swim

38. Anne laughing at her near death experience

39. Matthew teaching her to swim

40. Anne asking to buy back Birdie with the harvest money

41. Even Marilla coming to enjoy the beach

42. Anne looking off into the sea from land and Gilbert looking out to the horizon from the ship deck

43. Only Anne would realize how well loved the gold chapter is

44. Anne’s impulsive and nosy nature is what ultimately revealed Nate’s lie

45. Nate manipulating a child and taking advantage of their trust

46. “How about a dashing hero, named Albert, Herbert, Rupert, Pilbert-“ “Pilbert!? That’s ridiculous! I would never write a story about a boy named Pilbert!” “It’s not like we can’t tell-“ “Well YOU always murder everyone because you can’t figure out what to do with your characters-“

47. Aunt Josephine wanting to read their stories

48. Anne using an entire framed embroidery piece to teach Jerry to read

49. Jerry trying to refuse learning to read but being convinced by the way Anne talks about it so fondly

50. “Reading can save your life.” “Alright, I’ll try it.” “YES!”

51. “Let’s kill the cat.” The cat being Anne. I wouldn’t put actually killing her past Nate

52. Them decorating a pie

53. Jerry carving the alphabet into the barn wall

54. Poor Jerry, not only did Nate beat him terrible but the comments about “a little French pig” are also. Ouch.

55. Anne coming out of a flashback and still acting brave, plus her starting to catch on to Nate based on his outbursts and Jerry’s behavior

56. Not Nate half stripping in front of Marilla >:(

57. Yayyyyy more marriage drama from the Barry household

58. “I just want to do something that matters for once.”

59. Mr Dunlop really isn’t so bad to me? A crook, sure, but one with basic empathy and way less full of malice towards children

60. Anne making him an apron

61. One specific tell of the lie being the specific repeated use of the phrase “moral quandary”. Most people in a genuinely situation wouldnt repeatedly use that phrase and Nate’s liberal use of it makes him feel scripted which is perfect because he’s a liar using a script

62. Marilla giving Jerry an entire BASKET of pastries for his family

63. Never tell Rachel Lynde a secret

64. $150 PER GOLD TEST????

65. Fun facts from Matthew, most folks in Avonlea make about $300-$400 a year

66. Nate isn’t a great actor but mr Dunlop certainly is, mostly because he’s half genuinely

67. “You are a moral man.” :/ well

68. Anne immediately thinking of writing to Gilbert and being determined to find where he is

69. Anne almost cracking the code with the stamp and then getting distracted

70. “Does that sound romantical?” The- the manifest, not the letter to Gilbert-“

71. “Please let there be gold in Avonlea, so that there’s no more hardship for anyone. And please, please help me get my letter to Gilbert. And please be sure I don’t misspell any words! Amen.”

#anne with an e #renew awae #awae #anne shirley cuthbert #marilla cuthbert #mathew cuthbert #jerry baynard #gilbert blythe #diana barry #cole mackenzie #sebastian lacroix #bash lacroix

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bffsoobin · 4 years

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extra long tag game (a guide to all unnecessary knowledge of me)

tagged by: @txtdiaries (ily lana)

tagging: @pxppinstars @txtdream @lavenderlattaes @soobindipity (feel free to ignore if you’ve already done this or just can’t be bothered)

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

Um okay so I’ll go with explaining BTS and TXT I guess, haha. For BTS it was DNA! That was the first mv I ever saw by them and I was instantly obsessed with everything about it. For TXT, it was obviously Crown since I was keeping an eye on them as soon as BH announced a new group haha. But I initially loved the super bright and happy concept from Crown and they totally got me hooked by their personalities and other music!!

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TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

married by 23, kids by 25...I’m 19 and I’ve never even had a boyfriend so I would be shocked if I actually got this lmao

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

Honestly, I can’t think of anything other than spending more time with my roommate who I miss so so much.

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

I wouldn’t usually call this unconventional but right now I’d say my student ID since it’s useless as I’m not going back to campus

favourite type of plushies and why?

I love teddy bears. I have two that I sleep with every night! One is a gift I got for preschool graduation (eloquently named Teddy) and the other is my iron man build a bear that my uncle bought me to cope with Endgame.

favourite song right now?

I am notoriously bad at answering this question so I’ll just say that at the moment I’ve been listening to Red Desert by 5sos a lot.

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

I’ve always wanted to learn how to play drums and any language other than English haha

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

This took way more digging in my mind than I would like to admit but when I saw 5sos live in 2016 my best friend and I had soundcheck, so we got to sit in the venue early and ask them questions and hear a few extra songs. At the time I had beef with Luke Hemmings (because the girl he was dating at the time was one of the most toxic people on earth) and he wouldn’t break up with her. So the girl sitting next to me at soundcheck raised her hand to ask Luke a question so of course he was looking basically right at me. We were like maybe 8 rows back from the stage and at this point in my life I had bright pink hair, so there was no missing me. So this girl is asking her innocent question, and naturally Luke looks around a bit and we make eye contact and instead of fangirling like a normal person, my anger at him boiled over and I ended up flipping him off. The whole band noticed and had to pretend they weren’t laughing at the oddly aggressive 9th grader who flipped off their lead singer. I still feel bad about it to this day lmao but all my friends think it’s hilarious and it’s definitely my go to party story.

headphones or speakers? why?

headphones all the way. Speakers only if I’m showering.

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

Surprisingly I’m not craving anything but that’s because I just ate dinner 10 minutes ago

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

Spotify all the way

ten questions (by lana, answered)

1. what is your favorite movie of all time?

This is such a hard question for me. I’m so bad at picking favorites. But I’d have to say it’s sort of a tie between Heathers, Brave and Iron Man 2

2. describe your childhood in three words

Disney, animals, comforting

3. Favorite holiday?

Halloween forever and always

4. Favorite vacation spot?

Disney World! 5.What do you think of the education system? Are you a fellow slave to the GPA?

The US education system has massive holes. I was lucky enough to attend a pretty good highschool and take good classes so I don’t feel like I was as robbed as other people, but there are curriculum gaps and misinformation everywhere you go. As far as college goes, I think it is wayyyy too expensive. Despite that, I still signed myself up for 8 years of debt so yes, I am a slave to the GPA. Gotta go hard for the dream job.

6. What is your hair color? Very light blonde now, normally dirty blonde

7. What talent do you wish you had?

I wish I could draw or paint well so bad. I am so envious of artists.

8. What is your major and why? (If you’re in highschool, what do you plan on majoring in?)

I’m a biology major because I want to become a veterinarian!

9.Do you like kids or do you merely tolerate them? I love most kids. There will always be some awful ones but as a general rule I love being around kids and I definitely want some of my own!

10. Any pets?

Yep, I have five cats!

ten questions from me to you:

who is your favorite non kpop artist?

do you prefer to be warm or cool?

dream job, if you have one?

favorite TV show?

top three celebrities you would sell your soul to meet?

do you believe in ghosts?

cookies or brownies?

do you like where you live?

do you know your personality type? If so, what is it?

do you prefer floral scents or neutral scents?

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THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

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FOUR

PERSONAL

name: sara

nickname: sadams

birthday: April 16th, 2001

zodiac: Aries hehe

nationality: sadly, american

languages: only english

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5'2 or 3 I don’t know for sure

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: obviously txt but I pull inspiration from my life, music, TV/movies and other stories!

meaning behind my url: I heavily believe in the idea of alternate universes and I think there’s one where Soobin and I are best friends so that’s what I made my url!

blog established: May of 2020

followers: 568 (how??)

FAVORITES

favourite animals: cats, snakes, raccoons

favourite books: Looking For Alaska by John Green

favourite colour: black, light purple, forest green, deep blue

favourite fictional characters: Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), Andy Dwyer (Parks and Rec), Leslie Knope (Parks and Rec), Klaus and Ben (Umbrella Academy), Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes. For some reason I’m blanking on book characters so here are all of my movie/tv faves

favourite flower: Forget me nots

favourite scent: fresh laundry, anything tropical or ocean smelling, basil

favourite season: fall!

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 7 or 8 usually

cats or dogs: cats

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

current time: 6:41 pm

dream trip: Australia or SK

dream job: Veterinarian

hobbies: writing, watching tv/movies, shopping, going for walks

hogwarts house: slytherin

last movie watched: 68 Kill (do not watch if you’re under 18 or sensitive, lmao)

last song listened to: Sarah Smiles by Panic! at the Disco

no. of blankets you sleep with: right now two

random fact(s): I love dinosaurs, I have low iron, I’m allergic to dogs even though I work at a doggy daycare

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FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to

stay gold- bts

20 cm- txt

catch fire- 5sos

self- khalid

f2020- avenue beat

nyla- blackbear

everywhere- niall horan

heather- conan gray

red desert- 5sos

eight- iu, suga

#about me #tagged

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elatedmarvel · 4 years

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After All This Time, You and I (2/4)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s known you your entire life. Snapshots through the years.

Word Count: 1398

AN: So... I was writing and realized I have so much more story than I had anticipated, so it’s now becoming a series. Opps, not even sorry. Thank you for reading!!

Warnings: slight violence, throwing up, and a creep

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The music could be heard from down the street as you pull up to the house. It’s been a long week, and finals were finally over. Natasha had convinced you to go out with her and Wanda, and luckily Tony was throwing a party. It hadn’t been an eager yes, but she knew exactly what to say.

“Come on, let loose a little! Finals are over! And I heard from Steve that he and Bucky were gonna stop by.” After that, what else could you say but yes?

A yes that you were starting to regret. Wanda had found Vis as soon as you all had walked in, which lead you and Natasha to grab drinks. You were 4 deep, and still no sign of Bucky.

“I think I’m gonna go Nat.” you said, finishing off the liquid in your cup and trying not to grimace at the burn, before setting it on the table.

“NO! You can’t go! The party’s just getting started.” she stated, dancing with Sharon. Or you think it was Sharon, the alcohol was hitting you faster than you thought, and your vision was starting to blur. The room started to feel suffocating, and the flashing lights and noise was getting too much.

“I’m gonna grab some water.” you shouted at her, not caring if she heard, before turning around and trying to make it to the kitchen. It was less crowded and quieter, people grabbing food and drinks before going back to mingle. You felt like you could finally breathe for the first time in an hour and a half.

Basically diving between people to grab a water bottle, you took an eager gulp as soon as you uncapped the bottle. Hunching over the island, you leaned you forehead on the counter, glad for the cool touch. You must have been out of it, because you didn’t notice someone coming to stand by you till you felt a hand stroke your arm. You pulled back when you realized it wasn’t Steve or Bucky, but instead Brock Rumlow, the campus sleaze ball.

“Hey baby girl, you look hot tonight.” you shivered when he bit his lip. His hand started to curl on your arm, and your panic began to rise. The headrush you got from whipping up fast didn’t help the situation either.

“Uhh, thanks. I have to get back to my friends though.” making to leave. But the room was starting to spin, and his cheap, heavy cologne did nothing to help the bought of nausea.

“Stop, let go of me” you kept repeating, weakly pushing against him. The room was spinning faster, because of panic or alcohol you weren’t sure, but you knew you had to get out of there fast.

“Let her go!” and a punch was all you heard before you felt his warm hands embracing you, trying to keep you on your feet.

“I got you doll.” and you weren’t sure if you even said his name before blacking out.

It was warm and it smelled like Bucky was all you registered when you came to. Opening your eyes, you could see the clock on the nightstand read 3 AM. Moaning, you rolled closer to the edge, where a cool glass of water waited for you.

Chugging the glass, you were sure you spilled some on the comforter you were wrapped in. You eyes could just make out the silhouette figure on the floor, but you would know him anywhere.

“Bucky?” you whispered, taking in the surroundings, you realized he had brought you back to his and Steve’s apartment. His room, to be more specific.

“Hey, how you feeling?” he whispered, hoping he wasn’t making your headache worse. He got up from the floor and sat by you on the bed, hand coming to move the strands of hair out of your face. Like a cat, you leaned into his touch, you probably would be purring too if you weren’t feeling like death.

“Everything hurts.” you pout, eyes closed, you tuck yourself between his arm and solid body. You can feel his chuckle, and you stick your bottom lip out further.

“It’s not nice to make fun of the dead.” you tease. Startling a bit when you open your eyes, his face was so close. All you had to do was lean in, just a little, and you would get to know what he tasted like. Was it getting hotter in here, or was it just you?

“Where’s Steve” you ask, trying to distract yourself. God he smelled good, like safety and home.

“Well, after he punched Rumlow and I got you out of the way, he kicked him out of the house and decided to stay to make sure no one else was making unwanted advances.”

“Why am I not surprised?” you giggle, always playing the guardian, your brother.

“I know, don’t worry though. I think I heard Sam say something about getting him drunk?”

“Sam’s gonna need lots of luck then.” Steve had never been one for drinking, knowing it would take a lot to get him drunk since his sudden growth freshman year, and he wasn’t fond of the taste.

“Yeah” Bucky agrees, and the room falls silent for a moment. You enjoy being pressed against Bucky’s side. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine what it would be like to fall asleep every night like this.

You can feel yourself starting to drift before you feel it like a punch to the gut.

“Oh my god” you try to scramble out of the blankets, and basically fight out of Bucky’s embrace. Luckily, he lets go as soon as he feels your struggle and sits up on alert.

“Doll? What’s wrong?” you hear, but you’re already out of the room and halfway to the bathroom. You reach the toilet just in time before everything comes up.

You gag a few more times, and you can feel Bucky pull your hair into a ponytail. He strokes your back and utters a few encouragements.

You wonder how you can ever live this down. He’s seen you at your lowest, but this was probably rock bottom. So much for getting him to see you as anything other a friend. You’d be lucky if he wasn’t repulsed by you everytime he sees you now. You’re sweaty, and you’re the sounds your making were nightmare inducing.

What feels like an hour passes before the storm passes, you groan and curl up into a ball on the floor. Everything hurt from heaving so long, not to mention the burn in your throat.

Ever faithful Bucky had stayed by your side, and now you can hear him stand up and the faucet run. You open one eye in time to see him squat down in front of you, and hand you the glass.

Trying to give him a smile that probably looks more like a grimace, you take a sip of water and swish the foul taste out of your mouth. Spitting it into the toilet, you put your head between your knees, trying to ward off the dizziness.

“I’m never drinking again” you groan, and suddenly you feel warmth bracketing your legs up your back. Signing, you uncurl yourself, and lean back into him. He’s so strong and warm, you almost forget you had thrown up minutes before.

“You say that, but I bet the next time Nat drags you to a party you’ll be keg standing” he jokes, wrapping his arms around you.

“Don’t even joke about that, it’s too early.” you sigh, content to back in his embrace.

“Should we head back to the bed?” he asks. The low rumble felt on your back, how was his voice even attractive?

“No, I wanna stay here in case vomit fest 2.0 happens.” you sleepily say, slurring your words slightly. You don’t even hear his reply before your out like a light, dreaming of a certain blue eyed man holding you forever.

That’s how Steve finds you both the next morning, laying on the bathroom floor with limbs tangled together. He decides to let you both sleep a little longer, but not before taking a picture and sending it to the group chat. Looks like it all worked out.

Part 3

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The Punisher - ‘The Whirlwind’ Review

Frank: "You know kid, sometimes you find things, and they change your life."

In the Season 2 finale, Frank, Madani, Russo, Amy, Pilgrim – it all comes to an explosive end... or so I thought, but I'll still settle for a somewhat-rushed and cobbled-together end with shining character performances scattered throughout.

Madani seems to have a bit of a death-wish here and immediately prepares for a shootout next with a hysteric Billy Russo. Even with three shots fired into his stomach, Russo succeeds in almost strangling Madani to death. As it turns out, both combatants miraculously survive the confrontation. As relieved as I was that Madani makes it out alive, the more I reflected on it, the more I decided I would have also been fine had she died right there at Russo's hands. Much of Madani's arc this season consists of the raised question regarding what is it that separates her from Frank Castle, and if they are nothing alike, at what point then will Madani make a transition towards becoming more like Castle? Here, I believe Madani fully expected that she'd die by Russo's hands and was prepared anyway to go out guns literally blazing, a manner not that unlike how Frank views each of his own showdowns.

Anderson and Eliza Schultz honestly feel mostly like afterthoughts this late in the series, almost as if they are now plot points The Punisher has to quickly wrap up. As Pilgrim seemed to have in 'Collision Course', the Schultzs have also forgotten about what Amy possesses that could impair their plans for David and now concur that having Pilgrim eliminated too would solve all their problems and also preserve David's future. This whole subplot just felt jumbled for me at this point, as if the writers suddenly realized they had been backed into a corner because they didn't really have a set ending in stone for Pilgrim or the Schultzs. Amy meanwhile tails Pilgrim to an apartment hideout, initially with plans of her own to kill him and secure her own safety, but calls in Frank at the last moment. I've really enjoyed watching Amy grow over the course of this season, and becoming less and less apprehensive about Frank's methods. Plus, her humdrum face once other tenants start fleeing after the shooting begins had me in stitches.

As cliche as it may have been for some, I was hoping that after everything she had been through, Amy would get a chance to shine by actually being the one to save Frank's skin from Pilgrim. This doesn't happen though, and Amy ends up as Pilgrim's hostage, bargained with Frank in exchange for the return of David. Frank unfortunately is left without his ace here because Curtis, understandably at his wit's end with the cat-and-mouse games, frees David to Mahoney. Frank's final confrontation with Pilgrim and his efforts to negotiate the release of Amy was probably the most tense for me in this finale, knowing just how tight a spot Frank was stuck in without David, combined with a fear of Amy getting caught up in the carnage. I sensed that Frank's plea with Pilgrim too is somewhat of an effort to rectify his inability to protect his own children by saving Amy, so it gets points not just for suspense, but for being sentimental too.

As for Frank's actual grudge-match with Pilgrim, I wouldn't say I was completely underwhelmed, but the threat Pilgrim posed to our heroes even until the very end was never going to compete with the forces that were Wilson Fisk or Benjamin Poindexter in Daredevil, or even Kilgrave in Jessica Jones. I will though give Pilgrim credit for being able to obtain something most foes of Frank don't get: his respect. I would have been just fine had Frank chosen to waste Pilgrim too, but in Pilgrim, Frank sees a twisted reflection of himself – a man who would go to extreme lengths all for the sake of his own children's safety. While we're skimming the subject of sidesteps, I thought at first it was quite a cop-out to have Dumont survive her fall from the previous episode, but Madani getting to gloat to her was absolutely a welcome inclusion to the end of Dumont's arc. It's also an amusing call-back to the beginning of the series when Dumont fancied being in a position to judge Madani for her questionable decisions in the past.

Somehow, Russo's able to walk away from his and Madani's battle. When his wounds aren't treated properly, he begins bleeding out and, knowing he's finally at death's door, calls Curtis, making a final plea to at least die with someone else by his side. At first I figured this was only Russo exploiting Curtis' inability to just let another brother in arms die alone. When Frank showed up instead, I immediately knew this was the end for Russo – I just wasn't expecting Frank to cut Russo off mid-eulogy like that with two shots! As controversial and polarizing as I can see this final confrontation being between fans, I personally loved it. Frank has long since learned his lesson since the end of Season 1 about letting someone like Russo go, and for him, there were simply no more words to be said to someone who had indirectly played a part in the murders of his family.

It can't be denied either what a phenomenal job Ben Barnes has done this season as Russo. I can't say I rooted for him the entirety of the season, but what makes me feel just a little bad for him in the very end is that, without condoning every gruesome and horrible thing he's done, he was, in death, someone still struggling to make amends and trying to understand all the repercussions of his vices. Whether or not he was willing to issue a final apology to Frank here is something best left up to every viewer's interpretation, but for me, his muddled psychological makeup in Season 2 made him a much more interesting character.

I think it goes without saying that Season 2 of The Punisher is quite all-over-the-place; even though it has thirteen episodes to work with, it felt as if there was too much going on in this clunky narrative, and certain characters and plot points got more screentime over the ones I personally felt should have been fleshed out just as much, if not more. Season 2 also never lives up to the zealous endeavors Frank went through in Daredevil's second season, or even in The Punisher's first season, but I'm also never one to pass up an opportunity to see the Punisher punish in any capacity, and Jon Bernthal as always was magnificent this season. It's bittersweet to see Frank finally come to the conclusion that the doors to living a regular day-to-day live will be forever closed to him, because he simply cannot abandon his vigilantism. If this truly is the end for The Punisher on Netflix, then I suppose he goes out on a high enough note for me.

Aaron Studer loves spending his time reading, writing and defending the existence of cryptids because they can’t do it themselves.

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Suffered Enough

Pair: Bucky Barnes x OC

Warnings: Self-deprecating thoughts, some language maybe?

A/N: Hi Y'all! I will be writing reader-inserts in the future so please send in requests! I know many people aren’t huge fans of OC characters but I just wanted to give everyone a little promo of how I like to write? Please send in some feedback as this is the first thing I have published and I hope it is okay! Love xx

(Part 2)

I don't know you

But I want you

All the more for that

My morning coffee run was interrupted by the most attractive man I had ever seen, everything about him radiating beauty. His hair was pulled away from his face, highlighting his strong facial features. The way his skin glowed in the light was almost godly. He chimed a quiet thank you to the barista who smiled at him in return as he sat close to the window. He pulled a slightly-used copy of ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’ from his small backpack, opening it to what appeared to be the last chapter. He pulled a pencil from his bun, his hair tumbling onto his shoulders as he scribbled a short note in the margin of the novel.

I was so engrossed in the behaviours of the man that I missed the same barista calling my own name. I scrambled to grab my large cup, smiling at him before dropping a tip in the jar. Every piece of me wanted to know him more. He seemed so far away from this world, yet somehow so close to the earth.

Words fall through me

And always fool me

And I can't react

And games that never amount

To more than they're meant

Will play themselves out

Once again, I found myself admiring the man in the coffee shop. He had finished Williams’ play and had moved on to ‘Lord of the Flies,’ one of my personal least favourite classics. I caressed my cup and pretending to be typing as I watched him stand, making his way towards me. His piercing eyes bore into mine as he stopped softly in front of me.

“I know the arm is weird but can you stop staring at it, please.” He huffed, exhausted.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Which I really didn’t. I had yet to notice the fact that one of his hands were metal.

“Oh, um, you weren’t staring at my arm?” He blushed, the soft pink making his features stand out further as he reached his arm to the back of his neck, rubbing it out of embarrassment.

“No, I hadn’t noticed your arm until now. I like literature. You have been reading some classics and I was just curious to see how you reacted.”

My well-formulated excuse seemed to be convincing as he relaxed his shoulders. “I am so sorry for accusing you like that.”

“You don’t need to apologise, I’m sure it would’ve been weird. I’m really sorry!”

He stood awkwardly in front of me for a while, clearly thinking, confused about what to say. “How are you liking Lord of the Flies?” I asked with a small smile.

“May I?” He gestured towards the chair and I nodded, probably too enthusiastically. “I like it, but it moves slowly. It’s a great concept but the execution is strange. How do you feel about it?”

“Personally, I absolutely hate it.” I laughed at my remark and he smiled softly. “On the other hand, I think it’s an interesting concept but the pacing is odd.”

“I agree. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof was much better.”

I smiled in agreement before catching a glimpse of his wristwatch. 12:37. I had been so occupied by the man that I completely lost track of the time. “Fuck, I’m sorry but I have to go. I have a class to teach in 20 minutes! It was lovely to finally talk to you…”

“James. James Barnes.” His grin made my stomach feel as if it was going to explode, his eyes glistening and his teeth perfectly white.

“Until we meet again James Barnes.” I smiled in return before collecting my things and beginning to leave.

“Wait, I never got your name!”

“Oh, sorry. It’s Audrey.”

“Just Audrey?

I nodded over my shoulder with a grin before rushing out of the cafe and to the high school, giddy from excitement over the perfect man in the cafe. James.

Falling slowly, eyes that know me

And I can't go back

Moods that take me and erase me

And I'm painted black

Bucky smiled over at me as we sat atop his car, overlooking the city, his blue eyes glistening in the moonlight. The cool breeze all but bothered me as he had placed his jacket over my shoulders, holding it onto my body by bringing me closer to his side. After only knowing the man for a month, I felt surprisingly comfortable with him. His friend Steve was worried that the two of us were moving too fast, but he grew to like me, at least it seemed that way.

I felt his lips on my cheek and snuggled my face further into his neck. “Am I finally going to know that elusive last name of yours?” He teased.

“Oh Barnes, only since you asked so nicely. My full name is Audrey Margaret Martinelli.”

“Martinelli?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I knew a girl with that last name once.”

“Really? Maybe it was one of my cousins?”

“I doubt it. It was a long time ago anyway.”

His sudden dismissive behaviour was curious and I sat up, holding his face between my two small hands. I stared into his eyes which studied my face intently, soon filling with realisation. He pushed himself away from me, my hands falling from his face.

“James? What’s wrong?”

“Please, Audrey, drop it. It’s nothing. Get in the car, I’ll take you home.”

“Buck, please…”

“It’s nothing, please… Can we just go home?”

You have suffered enough

And warred with yourself

It's time that you won

The incessant ringing of my phone woke me and I groaned as I saw an unknown number. I contemplated just not answering but decided against it, picking up the phone. The phone on the other line was definitely not a friend of mine.

“Audrey?”

“Yes, that’s me?”

“This is Steve Rogers. Bucky’s friend.”

My body jolted upright at the mention of James. After a week of having ignored texts and mixed calls, it was just what I needed. “Oh my God, Hi Steve. Is he okay?”

“He is okay, but he hasn’t left his apartment. I was wondering if you could meet me here. I’m guessing he would probably want to talk to you about it too.”

“Thank you, Steve. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

I ran from the small apartment I lived in, to my bike, pedalling as if my body could power it forever. I couldn’t feel the burn in my thighs at all as I sped through the busy New York streets, dodging pedestrians with skill. Before I knew it, I was out the front of the quaint building, leaving my bike attached to a post outside and sprinting as fast as I could up the stairs.

My hand was raised, ready to knock on the chipping door, but Steve beat me to it. He flung the door open, ushering me in with a smile of sympathy. I saw Bucky sitting at the table, his head in his hands, elbows firmly placed. It was possibly the saddest sight I had come to see. Someone so kind, so strong yet so very broken.

“James…” I spoke as softly as I could as I stepped towards the fragile man. He flinched at the mention of his first name.

“Bucky...please.” It was as if he was begging me.

“I’m sorry Bucky, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” He began to sob and my heart felt as if it was shattering. “I shouldn’t even be here, alive.”

“Bucky, please don’t say that!”

“Steve, why did you bring her here? Huh, to rub it in? The fact that I can never be happy?” He spat, fire filling his wet eyes.

“Buck, I think you need to tell her. I mean, we’re all connected. She is her granddaughter.” Steve was almost as cautious as I was.

“Wait, how would you two know my grandmother? Angie is dead, she has been for a while.”

“I know Audrey. I don’t think I properly introduced myself. I’m Steve Rogers, Captain America.”

My heart rose to my throat. The man standing in front of me had been through hell, yes, but he knew my grandmother. He knew her friend Peggy well. He must know more than I do about her, about their relationship, about Angie’s life.

“Yes, and I would love to hear you talk more about my grandmother, but what has that got to do with Bucky?”

“Buck, do you want to tell her?” Steve’s question was answered with a small nod.

“Auds, doll, come sit.”

I sat directly in front of the man I had come to know so well, grasping his hands in mine. He was quick to tell me when he met Steve, in the 1930s. Everything in me was telling me to run at that exact moment but something made me stay. Whether it was that I had grown to almost love the man, but he was good and kind. He deserved love as much as everyone else.

Soon, he had told me about how Hydra forced him into becoming the Winter Soldier but how his reform led to him becoming somewhat an asset to the Avengers, mostly, Steve’s cause. His eyes were filled with so much pain over what he had done to people, or what he was brainwashed to do.

“I know it’s all a bit much. You can leave, please, I can’t bear to have you tell me how disgusting I am.” He pulled his hands from my own.

“Bucky, I don’t think you are anything less than the kindest, most wonderful man I have met.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do. You are extraordinary Bucky Barnes. You are human and you are beautiful and I don’t know why you had to suffer so much, but you deserve to be happy now. You have felt so much pain and now you are free to be happy.” I smiled up at him, standing to meet him and bringing my hand up to his face, wiping a fallen tear from his cheek.

He pulled me into his chest, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I stayed in his large arms, cherishing the affection while it lasted. “Thank you for telling me Bucky.”

“You deserved to know.”

There was a minuscule silence that Steve soon broke. “You look very similar to your grandmother. Almost the exact same. It’s fascinating.”

“That’s quite the compliment, Mr Rogers.” I grinned and Bucky let out a breathy laugh. “Ooooh, tell me what she got up to as a teenager!”

Steve and Bucky began telling me stories about her, myself in Buck’s lap as the three of us laughed hysterically. The two don’t particularly scream ‘fun’ when you look at their exteriors but the two were a perfect pair, chiming in each other's stories. The three of us were happy. Bucky finally seemed genuinely happy.

Falling slowly sing your melody

I'll sing it loud

The tall ceilings of the hall amazed me, the crystal chandeliers hanging so beautifully, the light coming in from the windows hitting the shards and reflecting onto the skin if those standing near it. I thought I was alone admiring the venue until Bucky appeared next to me, holding his arm out for me grab ahold of. I took it gladly and he escorted me towards the large group of people, all dressed beautifully.

“You look beautiful doll.” He whispered, pressing a small kiss on my cheek. “They’ll love you, I promise.”

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a-cup-of-kencoco · 6 years

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My lovely, darling @crystal8325 tagged me in this fun little thing (and I’m finally doing it, I’m so sorry that this took so long) where I have to write 10 facts about myself and then tag 10 people that I’d like to get to know better. I honestly had to write this one out and contemplate SO MUCH, I apologize for taking so super long to make this. So! Let’s hop to it! (BTW, @crystal8325, I absolutely loved your post - you’re such a wonderful person and I’d love to strengthen our friendship. This also goes for everyone else that I’m tagging, I love you guys!) I decided to just list off some fun things, so I hope that all y’all like it!

1. I love hot drinks - specifically tea and coffee. My favourite tea would be peppermint and I take my coffee black. It’s what gets me up in the morning and calms me down after a long day. To go along with this, I like to collect mugs! I have quite a lot and they’re very weird/kooky. The weirder it is, the better.

2. Major depressive disorder up in this bitch, though it’s looking up. I was hospitalized last June (Which was a rather traumatic experience, but I like to view this as a learning experience. Eventually, I’d like to write about this since I kept my hospital journal, but it will take a lot of time and energy to do that lol) and put on medication - which has honestly helped me so much and saved my life. While I’ve dealt with this disorder for quite some time, this has been the first where I was actually taken seriously and forced myself to take steps to heal myself. I couldn’t have done it without my best friends, who I don’t think really know just how much they mean to me and how they have impacted my life so much. I love them so much and I honestly don’t think that I could ever put into words how thankful I am to have crossed paths with them in this life.

3. I absolutely adore cats. I just love them so much, probs more than anything they’re just so cute and soft! I have three cat babies and they are my cHiLDreN, mY SWeET sUmmER ChiLDreN tHaT I WoUld dIE FoR. Their names are Sarah Jane, Lenore, and Amai! I have plans to adopt more cats because three is not enough and I just want to be the embodiment of a stereotypical crazy cat lady. So like, Nyah, bitch.

4. I was a film student for two years! Well, more like one and a half (and then a half year of fine arts). I have always been fascinated by film - still am, but the institution that I was at was complete SHITE and did not offer what I really wanted to study, which was screenwriting. So! Now I’m applying to another school and plan on studying creative writing. Aside from film writing, I also enjoy writing poems, memoirs, and short stories. I still value the time I spent at my previous school and I met some super awesome film professors, but that place was just awful and I needed to get out. I’d like to get back into film in the future and have plans for several possible television shows/films.

5. I’m scared of horses - a rather weird fact, but hear me out. My grandmother (who lives in rural Indiana, if that tells you anything) has been a horse owner/caretaker for as long as I can remember. I used to be ok with them and would actually help her out in the barn! Plus, I could explore/get into shit, because I love doing that lmao. However, she usually had horses that were complete assholes and I had several awful experiences with nearly all of them. I fell off of one, was bit on the back of the neck by another, pushed over and nearly trampled, etc. Princess (a horse that was born on the property and delivered by my grandma) was the dickhead that caused the most trauma injury. She would constantly bite, step on you, literally chase you and try to run you over. She was a fucking bitch. So, after dealing with that for a large chunk of my childhood, I am now forever uncomfortable when in the presence of a horse.

6. I love rain/thunderstorms or windy weather (bonus if they’re combined) and the night is my favourite time of day.

7. I’m a rather morbid person?? Or more like I am fascinated/have a deep love for dark/scary/morbid things. I love horror, psychological thrillers, serial killers, murder mysteries - anything gruesome, disturbing, macabre, creepy, or spooky in real life or fiction. I just love that kind of stuff - it just fascinates me and I can’t get enough of it. (Please don’t think I’m a murderer, I just find the darker parts of humanity incredibly intriguing. I swear that I’m a really nice person, I just like weird things)

8. I believe in ghosts! In fact, I grew up in a haunted house! There was a lady ghost that lived in the basement and she would walk around at night. I’d like to do some ghost hunting eventually, I think it would be super fun and ghosts are just hella cool.

9. I love to cross stitch and embroider! Now I’m trying to teach myself to crochet, which is going...ok??? I’m still learning. But! I am an old lady and like to do needlepoint projects. It’s relaxing and soothes the soul. I usually listen to music or audio books while I’m working!

10. Aside from cats, I love cephalopods. I don’t know what it is about squid/octopi/other cephalopod bbys, but I just love them. They’re so cute and squishy! They just kind bloop around everywhere and look adorable as fuck. I just love them. I have plans of getting several tattoos of some lovely cephalopods. Eventually, I’d love to pet one. Just reach out, pet it, and my life would be complete. I’d like to do that with a shark as well, but that might be a lil more difficult.

Alright! 10 facts about me! That was a lot of fun and again, I am so sorry that it took forever. @crystal8325 Thank you so much for tagging me and I hope that you liked this! I am going to tag these lovely people: @altardust @googlymooglyghoul @dreamlover4eva @my-addictions @lovefrombeelzebub666 @clappityclapfrisco @metalhat @boopdaspook @secularhxze @gleamed

If you do not want to do this, that is totally fine! I just wanted to share this and have some fun! Anyways, I hope you all have a wonderful morning/day/night!!

#eddie speaks #answered #tagged #facts about me #this was fun #i hope that you guys like it

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A Tail of Impawsible Purrportions Ch 2

Glad you guys are enjoying this so much! Cats are so cute and fun to write for!

Ch 2: Canines and Catastrophes

Milo concentrated on the piano keys, striking each note purposefully. It had been several months since Cavendish first began teaching him how to play, and he thought he was improving, but there were still many things he needed to work on.

When he finished his scales, he glanced up at Cavendish, who sat next to him on the bench to observe.

“Tomorrow we’ll spend extra time on the scales with sharps,” Cavendish said, nodding in approval. “Your technique is improving rapidly though, so we can continue to build on that. Perhaps I can also introduce you to part of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 as well. I should think that would be appropriate for a beginner.”

Milo looked down at his paws, trying not to swell with pride at the faint praise. It was rare that Cavendish voiced them out loud.

“We’ll be stopping early today,” Cavendish nudged Milo off the bench, shutting the piano case over the keys so the Murphys didn’t come home to find the area a mess.

Milo hadn’t expected that. Cavendish always pushed them to continue their lessons until the hour changed. “Why?” Milo asked.

“Not only should a lady or gentleman possess skill in an art form, they should always know proper etiquette,” he replied. “Go tell Melissa and Zack to clean up, then all of you meet me in the parlor so we may begin.”

Milo obeyed, scurrying off to the kitchen to find Melissa perched on a table, mixing red and blue paint on a palette. “Melissa! Cavendish says he wants us to meet him in the parlor for eat a kit lessons now!”

Melissa tapped the canvas with a paint-covered paw, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Why would he teach us how to eat kits?” she asked. “That’s just gross.”

“Dunno,” Milo shrugged. “I’m sure whatever he wants us to do is gonna be fun though!”

“Whatever,” Melissa shrugged, checking over her painting one more time. “I tried Sara this time. What do you think?”

Milo jumped on the chair, almost overshooting his mark, then scrambled onto the table for a good look. A glob of blue paint trailed from the right eye, almost like she was crying. “She’s smiling and crying at the same time?”

“She’s not crying, that’s extra,” Melissa corrected, reaching up to wipe off the excess paint. “Great, now it’s smeared.”

“I think you’re a great painter,” Milo reassured her. “Um, you might want to clean yourself first. Elliot didn’t like it when you left green prints on the tile.”

Melissa quickly washed her paws off in the sink, and they searched the staircase for Zack.

“Do mi so do do so mi do,” they heard Zack singing as they searched near the stairwell. Zack preferred doing his vocal exercises when nobody was watching, so he often took a music sheet and practiced on the landing of the stairs. He faced away from them, tail wiggling as he sang. “Every truly cultured music student knows....”

Melissa placed her paw on Milo’s mouth to quiet him before he could call out to Zack. Then she hauled herself up on the landing, dropping into a crouch. She inched forward, keeping her rear high in the air as she approached.

Then she pounced.

Zack screeched so loudly, his voice echoed upstairs. Then he zoomed off in fright, almost bowling over Milo.

Melissa fell on her back, giggling. “The Alley Cat Queen strikes again!”

When they entered the parlor, they found Zack gasping for breath on the couch next to Cavendish. Unfortunately, he didn’t find it so amusing.

“Melissa, ladies do not pounce,” Cavendish said sternly. “And Milo, don’t encourage her next time.”

She glared at Zack, who stuck his tongue out at her. “Tattletale,” she muttered.

Cavendish gestured for them to hop up. “Both of you come here, and we’ll begin our etiquette lesson.” Once Milo and Melissa were settled on the couch, they began. “First, do any of you understand what etiquette is?”

“Yeah, and it sounds gross! I wouldn’t want to eat a kitten!” Milo declared.

Cavendish raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I beg your pardon? What in heavens are you talking about?”

“Milo said you were gonna teach us how to eat a kit,” Melissa explained innocently.

“I bet Melissa tastes the worst,” Zack said.

“Hey! I do not!”

“Do too!

“Do not!”

“That’s enough, both of you!” Cavendish interrupted. “Etiquette is a French word that describes how proper ladies and gentlemen behave. It does not involve eating kittens and I have no idea how you came to that conclusion. I expect you’ll listen more carefully from now on.”

Milo nodded. “I promise!”

“Posture comes first. Sit up straight. Tilt your chin up...not that high, Milo. That’s better. You want to appear tall and regal.”

Tall and regal. Just like Cavendish.

Milo didn’t think his fur would ever be quite as sleek, or that he could grow a mustache, but maybe that would come once he was grown.

Cavendish circled the kittens, helping them into the proper position. Milo focused straight ahead, determined not to move. He watched Cavendish nudge Zack’s paws into the correct place out of the corner of his eye. Melissa kept slouching when she thought Cavendish wasn’t looking.

Finally, it was Milo’s turn. The only adjustment he needed was moving his tail closer to his body.

“You may relax,” Cavendish said finally. Milo stretched, trying to get all the kinks out of his back. He had no idea proper etiquette could hurt so much! “Since you’re new at this, you aren’t used to holding it for long periods of time.”

“That felt like forever!” Zack complained, shaking out his paws to return some feeling.

Cavendish’s mustache twitched, as if he was trying to hide a smile. “If the Murphys make an attempt to introduce you to another person, you may need to hold that position for an incredibly long time to make a good impression.”

“I hope I never get introduced,” Melissa mumbled.

“I think we’ll end here. You’ll have a few hours of playtime,” Cavendish yawned. “Come back for supper. And please don’t make too much noise.”

He shooed them out of the parlor, curling up on a cushion for some rest.

Not wanting to be stuck indoors on a cloudless day, they headed outside to play instead. “So now what?” Zack asked.

“Hey, we haven’t seen Diogee for a few days. We should visit him!” Milo exclaimed. “Race you to the stables!”

Diogee belonged to the Murphys, but he lived in the stables rather than the house. It suited him just fine though. Cavendish didn’t like him for reasons Milo didn’t understand.

Something grabbed his tail and yanked him back, making him lose his balance. Zack tripped and wound up on top of him. “Queens first!” Melissa crowed in triumph, racing ahead and beating them into the barn.

“You’re not a queen, you’re nothing but a cheater!” Zack complained. “You alright, Milo?”

Milo shook himself off. “Since Melissa’s out, how about a race between you and me? Without tripping over each other, of course.”

Zack scrambled off him, drawing a line in the gravel that would serve as their starting line. “Ready!” Milo called, placing his front paws behind the mark.

“Go!” Zack shouted, and they tore off to the stables. “I’m beating you!”

“No you’re not!” Milo laughed breathlessly, sprinting as fast he could. He felt the gravel change to smooth dirt under his paws, but it was too late to stop, and he crashed headfirst into a pile of hay.

He climbed out, sneezing several times when the hay tickled his nose.

“Who won? Achoo!” Milo pawed at his face, flicking off the material that clung to his fur.

“You did,” Melissa said. “By a whisker. It was close. But in terms of actually stopping when you’re supposed to, then Zack won.”

Zack panted, flopping onto the floor. “Just bring Diogee over here. I’m still recovering.”

“Diogee!” Milo hollered.

“Hey! Diogee!” Melissa screamed.

A series of happy barks came from the back of the stables. Diogee bounded out, tail wagging as he licked each of them in greeting.

“Sorry, I asked Cavendish and he said a stable wasn’t any place for a kitten. Something about stunting my growth,” Milo said sheepishly. Diogee whined. “Maybe when I’m older we can have a sleepover!”

Diogee bent his stubby legs, allowing them to climb onto his back. Milo had taken the spot closest to his head, Zack carefully climbed on in the middle, and Melissa sat in the back.

Milo took hold of Diogee’s long, floppy ears, and gave him a light tap to the side. “Onward!” he shouted.

“Best steed ever!” Melissa yelled in delight.

Zack clung to Milo to keep his balance as Diogee swiftly dashed around the mansion grounds. “Whoo-hoo!” he screeched.

Milo tugged on Diogee’s left ear to make him turn left, then started guiding him in a zigzag pattern. They were thrown from side to side as he slalomed through the various topiaries that dotted the gardens.

He was certain they would be scolded for messing up their fur before dinner, but it was hard to worry over what Cavendish would think when this was the most excitement they’d had in the past week.

“Arf!” He began rushing to a pond surrounded by stones by the bushes.

“He’s going for the koi pond?” Zack yelped. “I don’t want to be in there! I don’t like fish!”

“You’re a cat!” Melissa protested.

“So?”

Milo pulled on Diogee’s right ear, turning him away from the koi pond and towards the front porch. “Sorry, none of us want to be dripping wet. And Zack is scared of fish.”

“I’m not scared of fish!” Zack retorted. “I just don’t like how they look at me!”

“Elliot on starboard!” Milo shouted. “I heard it once on Sara’s radio dramas. Don’t know what starboard is, but it sounds cool!”

Elliot carried a large bag up the steps, whistling a jaunty tune to himself.

“Turn! Turn!” Melissa shrieked. Milo frantically tugged on Diogee’s ear, but he’d built up so much speed that he didn’t swerve out of the way in time and crashed directly into the back of Elliot’s legs.

The force threw everyone off Diogee’s back. Melissa yelped when Zack squashed her, while Milo clumsily tumbled off to the side. Milo licked his aching leg, but other than that he felt fine. Elliot made a sound like a leaky tire when he fell on his face.

The bag had been squashed under Elliot’s stomach when he fell. Milo poked the part that was sticking out, smelling something fresh and warm inside. Then something grabbed the scruff of his neck, making him yelp. He didn’t mind being picked up there, since Cavendish did it all the time when he got stuck in something. But this was much rougher than he was used to.

Elliot glared at him. “You and the others are a safety hazard. One day of peace is all I ask. But can’t give that to me, can you?” he complained.

Milo attempted to nuzzle his hand, but he couldn’t reach.

“Don’t give me the cute act,” Elliot snapped. “You’re always trying to save your hide with that one. Diogee, go to the stables! You aren’t supposed to be near the mansion.”

“Thanks for hanging out with us,” Milo told him. “It was fun!”

Diogee left, sending wary glances at Elliot.

Elliot grabbed Melissa, Zack, and the squashed bag, fumbling with the keys before finally unlocking the door. He deposited the bag in the kitchen, groaning at the messy palette that had been left on the table.

“Aren’t you trained to not run into people? I could’ve been seriously injured on those steps!” Elliot growled.

“What part of it was an accident do you not get?” Melissa yowled back.

“He can’t understand us,” Zack mumbled.

Melissa’s tail lashed. “I don’t care! He’s always blaming us for things that aren’t our fault!”

“What if I had been on the porch? Then I might’ve had a concussion! And you flattened the bread my employers asked me to pick up,” Elliot stomped away, continuing his furious tirade under his breath.

“-then we crashed into Elliot. He should’ve moved!” Melissa complained, forgetting that Cavendish had ordered them to groom before they received dinner.

“Wash behind your ears thoroughly, Zack,” Cavendish said. “I can still smell dog on you.”

“Okay,” Zack said. “Is Elliot always like that?”

Cavendish sighed, licking his own paw and trying to flatten the tuft of fur on Milo’s head that never seemed to stay down. “I disregard anything says. He always exaggerates the danger of a situation. Why, he yelled at me once for not exiting a room he was trying to dust. Accused me of deliberately shedding over the areas he was cleaning and stirring up allergies. I will never understand that human.”

“He’s a worse killjoy than you,” Melissa muttered.

“Pardon me?” Cavendish whipped his head around, offended at such a notion.

Milo continued to lick his paws. He didn’t mind grooming taking more time than usual. He was just happy he had a family to share it with.

Ode to Joy is a common piece for beginners. I have a soft spot for it, I’ll admit.

The kittens are a pawful, that’s for sure!

I used a little bit of the movie's dialogue here too. See if you can spot it!

Radio dramas became popular in the 1920s, not in 1910. If Disney’s allowed anachronism, then so am I.

Diogee is a good doggo.

#a tail of impawsible purrportions #milo murphy's law #balthazar cavendish #melissa chase #zack underwood #elliot decker #diogee

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you are everything I want (but more than I deserve) - Part 4

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

Darcy Lewis x Bucky Barnes

AO3

Words: 2452

Series Summary: The first time Darcy met her soulmate she shot him. A relationship could only go up from there, right? Not when you pair together an ex-Hydra assassin and a woman with a penchant for trouble that could rival even his best friends

Chapter: 4/10

Author’s notes: Finally posting the chapters I had on AO3 on here :D Hope you enjoy!

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Bucky woke to the sound of banging. He shot out of bed, his head snapping toward the door. Silence reigned throughout the apartment and for a second Bucky believed it had all been a dream. But then another loud bang shook the walls. Bucky slipped over to the door and peeked down the hall. No one was supposed to have access to his room. He had made Tony swear (while holding his liquor hostage) that he would have complete privacy. It was only when Tony showed him Jarvis’s coding for his room did he accept the answer and give Tony his alcohol back.

As the banging got louder, Bucky made his way down the hall. He reached into his waistband and pulled out his knife before rounding the corner ready to strike.

“Hey! Could you hold the ladder for me?”

“Clint, what are you doing here?”

“Darcy-proofing your apartment.”

“…. Darcy-proofing?”

“Yep. You’ll thank me later. Now, hold the ladder, will you? I still need to go make waffles for Tasha and I’m already 50 minutes late to work.”

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Darcy was having a shit day. She had gotten yelled at by no less than fourteen different news outlets. She’d gotten cheese on her favorite blouse when an agent whacked into her with his cheese fries. She’d lost her shoe to a banana incident she refused to talk about. Jane had been back one day and had already set fire to her new lab four times. Darcy hadn’t slept in 40 hours. And here she found herself slumped over a desk next to Jane’s workbench, a fire extinguisher at the ready.

“Spawn, are you alive?”

Darcy groaned, “Does the pale glow of the lab lights make me look hot?”

She felt something poke her face and opened her eyes finding Tony trying to push her hair back from her face with a candy cane, “A hot mess. You need sleep.”

“Thanks.”

Tony reached over picking up a piece of her hair, finding some type of machine oil in it, “And a shower.”

Darcy nodded and pushed herself out of her chair, her legs groaning at their first movement in 10 hours. As she trudged slowly to the lab doors, Tony grabbed the fire extinguisher from her hands before pushing her off in the actual direction of the door.

Darcy stumbled down the hallway, somehow making it into the elevator and up to her floor. She slammed into her door with relief. As she reached for the handle, she looked at Bucky’s door for a moment before looking down at her rumpled clothing. She knew he wouldn’t care but she felt nasty. How was she supposed to seduce her soulmate with nasty breath and dirty clothes?

So, after a quick shower, which had been more of a 10-minute power nap under hot water, she shrugged into her Hulk pajamas and one of Tony’s old sweatshirts before sneaking into the kitchen. She looked both ways and pulled open the freezer.

“I know for a fact you are not stealing Tasha’s favorite ice cream again.”

Darcy swung around as the voice startled her and chucked a spoon at the perpetrators head.

Clint moved out of the way and raised an eyebrow at her as she wielded another spoon at his face.

“You don’t mention this and I won’t tell everyone about the time you dressed up as cupid and shot yourself in the ass with your heart-shaped arrow.”

Clint groaned, “You may proceed.”

Darcy bundled the ice cream up to her chest and took off towards Bucky’s room. She frowned as she tried to balance the ice creams in one hand so that she could knock on the door. Finally managing to balance them all against her body, she leaned against the door knocking loudly. However, when the door opened, the ice creams began to tumble out of her hand and Darcy screamed falling to the ground to save them, “My ice cream!”

Jumping back up she met her soulmates chiseled ass stomach.

“Oh, that is so not fair.” She said as she reached out to poke it, “Shit, it’s real.”

The man in question laughed as Darcy met his amused eyes.

“Alright, this is yours.” She said plopping a cold gallon into his hand before sliding past him and dropping herself down onto the couch and digging into her own gallon.

“Can you please put on a shirt or something. Anything. I can’t jump your ass yet. We haven’t even been on a date yet. And I....wait. Did Clint Darcy-proof your place?”

Bucky’s eyes went wide and he nodded.

Darcy’s eyes narrowed, before she smiled, “Good! I don’t want to break any of your stuff. Clint still won’t forgive me for breaking his favorite bow.”

Before he could even say a word, she turned around flinging her arms out, her eyes wide, “I promise it was an accident I was just trying to kill a huge spider…. which also turned out to be Natasha’s pet. So, let’s just say I wasn’t allowed back into their apartment until I baked them each enough food to live off of for five years.”

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Darcy lay on the couch, her legs thrown over Bucky’s legs, his fingers drawing random designs on her thighs as she caught him up on her 20 some years of life.

“I was a normal child. Mom and Dad. Older sister. Younger brother. Typical middle child syndrome. Since I was 5, I never wanted a soulmate. My parents had a happy marriage and everything but for some reason, I didn’t want what everyone else had. It all just seemed too boring and easy. I’ve had your words on me since the moment I was born. From the moment, I could read and actually understand the words, I knew you were out there. It wasn’t until I turned 15 and realized how alone I actually was, that I realized it wasn’t weak to have a soulmate. And turns out my soulmate is a fucking god, so definitely glad I decided to follow destiny.”

Bucky smiled sadly, “I remember the day your words appeared on my skin. I was 25. I don’t know why they showed up then but I knew in that moment that I would forever give myself fully to you. Steve had had his words his whole life and I had always felt my life just wasn’t complete since I didn’t have any of my own. I thought I was the outcast. I would go out on dates, but it didn’t feel right knowing they had their own soulmates out there. And then the war happened and a part of me was glad I didn’t have words because there was a chance I wouldn’t come back and I didn’t want anybody to feel the loss that my mother had felt when she lost my dad. But then your words appeared on my skin and I just gave myself fully to you. I didn’t even know you, but just knowing you were out there helped me survive.”

His eyes grew dark.

“But then I remember getting swept up into everything Steve was doing. And then I remember falling. The moment my hand slipped, I knew I lost you. That I would never meet you.”

He felt her hand brush across his cheek and leaned into it.

“But you did.”

His head lifted up and he met her eyes, “I did.”

“DARCY MARIE LEWIS WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUND YOUR SOULMATE?! WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME?!”

Darcy rolled her eyes as she leaned back into her chair, propping her feet up on Coulson’s desk. The man threw her a glare and she offered him a cheeky wink at which he scowled and went back to his work.

A loud huff sounded across the room and Darcy’s head flopped back over the chair catching sight of a disheveled Jane pacing back and forth on the carpet, “You were on Asgard, Jane.”

Her arms flew out wide and Thor ducked out of the way as he continued to scoff down the homemade pop tarts Darcy had made him.

“A call would have been nice. Or even a text. You could have fucking telegrammed me for all I care. Pray to Thor or something. Pray to fucking Loki and I hate that man! You know he likes you for whatever reason, he would have told me! Literally anything. I can’t believe this.”

“Well, I for one believe this to be wondrous news!” Thor yelled, spewing pieces of pop tart all over the floor. Darcy could hear Coulson groan behind her as more crumbs fell to the floor as Jane reached over and aggressively brushed crumbs out of Thor’s beard.

“No! I will not tolerate this under my roof.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and jumped up grabbing Jane’s arm and pulling her out onto the little porch across from Coulson’s desk.

“We’re outside.”

Jane’s eyes narrowed and she pointed toward the sky, “The sky is my roof. I’m the fucking God of Thunder’s wife.”

“She has a point.”

Darcy peeked around Jane and locked eyes with an expressionless Coulson.

“I will chuck my shoe at you again. “

“Don’t make me call your mother, again.”

Darcy froze. Shit.

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“Mom, I found my soulmate.”

“We’re adopting him.”

“The fuck? You haven’t even met him yet.”

“Does he cook?”

“He made me an omelet.”

“Yep. We’re adopting him.”

“Jesus Christ, mom.”

"Make sure you bring him for the holidays. Oh...Darce, I have to go, your father set fire to the roof again.”

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After the phone call with her mother, Darcy took a much-needed 8-hour nap only to awaken by Jarvis who reminded her what day it was.

“It’s game night, bitches!”

Tony shot up from behind the couch, a screwdriver hanging out of his mouth.

“I thought that was on Thursday?” He mumbled.

Darcy rolled her eyes chucking an x-box controller at his head, “It is fucking Thursday, Tony.”

Tony’s eyes lit up and the screwdriver fell out of his mouth. He scrambled over to the couch and all but pushed Bucky off, “Move, murder-cat I need to get prepared to kick her ass.”

Darcy had made her way around the couch and smirked turning around slapping her ass, “This ass?”

Bucky’s eyes went to her ass and Tony glared at him, “I’m only just starting to like you. So, I know you didn’t just look at my basically-daughter’s ass.”

Darcy’s eyebrow went up and she reached over grabbing Bucky’s hand and placed it on her ass, not breaking eye contact with Tony.

Tony slapped his hand over his eyes, “I’m going to pretend that didn’t happen.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and shoved her way onto the couch next to Tony. Bucky took a place on the floor by her feet, leaning up against her leg.

“What’s game night?”

Darcy smiled, “Only the best night of the week! I created it my first month here because no one ever talked to each other. It was driving me insane. So, daily dinners and weekly game night. Even monthly fancy dinner night gives me an excuse for when Tony asks why I stole his credit card to buy another dress.”

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I know you didn’t fucking blue shell me, Natasha.

Tony, I swear to fucking god if you push me off of rainbow road one more time I am going to throw you out the window.

Jarvis, you aren’t allowed to play that’s cheating.

SHE’S AN ASTROPHYSA-WHATEVER HOW IS SHE THIS GOOD?

Please place the Wii remote strap around your wrist, we’ve already broken 3 TV’s.

Bucky Bucky Bucky Bucky....psssst, what’s Steve’s weakness?

SAMANTHA. MY NAME IS SAM, TONYA.

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Game Night Ratings – Number of Games Won:

Jane 20 Natasha 18 Sam 17 Darcy 14 Tony 11 Clint 8 Pepper 5 Steve 3 Thor 1 Bucky 1

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At 3 am the phone rang. Darcy sat up, her head pounding. She crawled over to the wall and grabbed a broom, knocking the phone off the wall. She picked it up and pushed the button.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Lewis!”

“Nooooooo,” She groaned pulling the phone away from her head, “too loud.”

Fury all but growled on the other end of the line, “I expect every single Avenger present at the 7am meeting. On time. Do I make myself clear?”

“Clear as a ghost, bro.”

The line buzzed and Darcy dropped the phone onto the ground, quickly following as she once again passed out.

When she woke up again. It was 6am. And things were on fire.

Fire.

Flames licked up the couch and Darcy blinked her eyes, wondering if she was just imagining things. As she pulled herself to her feet, Dum-E came rolling around the corner, pushing her out of the way and used the fire extinguisher to blow out the fire.

The living room was completely trashed. The couch was burnt. The TV had writing all over it. Food was stuck to the ceiling. Glitter littered the ground. Tony was passed out against the window. The vent open, Clint’s legs sticking out. Sam, Steve, and Bucky were piled up on the couch opposite of the flame-ridden one. Pepper looked relaxed in the recliner in the corner. And Thor and Jane seemed to be missing. And Natasha –

“Ms. Lewis.”

Darcy groaned at the voice behind her, “We’re not late yet.”

“Has the world ended?”

“No, we just live like this now.”

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Darcy somehow managed to wake everyone up with just enough time to get them to the meeting room. Dark bags littered their faces and their clothes were rumpled. Tony had a growing bruise on his cheek. Steve’s hair stuck up like a child’s spiked hair.

“Ms. Lewis, what did you do to my agents?”

“Nope. Not agents.” Tony grumbled, his face plastered on the clear table.

As Fury began to brief the group on the newest disaster, Darcy sunk into her chair and zoned out as she took a look around the room.

“Hey, um...”

Fury glared at her, but she held up her finger, before counting everyone, “Where’s Natasha?”

Everyone’s eyes furrowed as they looked around. Clint pulled out his phone as everyone began to talk. Fury looked at his computer. Coulson messaged Hill asking if Natasha was back on base.

Darcy’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she slipped out of the room without anyone noticing and took off down the hall, moving into a side room and pulling out her phone.

The front screen blinked a message from an unknown number.

Clinking on the link, her phone screen filled with a pet shop’s page.

Darcy scrolled in confusion until one of the cat’s names on the page caught her eye.

Loki.

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Next up: Loki makes an appearance, Natasha is still missing, Sam hates life, and Darcy and Bucky share a first ;) .........

#Bucky barnes #Darcy lewis #Bucky x Darcy #Darcy x Bucky #wintershock #Darcy x Bucky fanfiction #wintershock fanfiction #avengers #Natasha romanoff #Clint barton #steve rogers #tony stark #Jarvis #sam wilson #my fanfic #DARCY X BUCKY FANFICTION

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Choosing the Best Food for Your Cat - Quality Over Quantity?

"My love and enthusiasm for animals - Can I tell you how everything drew back in the 1980's?

A beloved Pomeranian pup was offered to me for my 30th birthday. I called him Tiamo. I desired him to understand ""I enjoy you"" every time I stated his name even though it was in Italian. He taught me how to like and adore animals. Although I had actually embraced 2 cats a few years previously, Tiamo was the 7 pound marvel that opened my heart.

I learned what it meant to be responsible for a Family pet; the ""adult"" tasks it required an awesome family pet owner. The genuine love I experienced was valuable. My heart grew larger and larger for pet dogs, felines, all family pets!

I started to discover animals on lots of levels. I even started to follow a vegetarian diet plan, which lead to a vegan diet plan ... all because I could not eat animals because I connected with them in my heart. (** in the last few years I integrated more animal protein into my diet).

Sadly, I required to assist Tiamo pass on when he was just 13 years old. That is on the more youthful side for a little pet. He had a collagen illness which jeopardized his cartilage; this made him age much faster than normal. His body began to 'provide'. It influenced me to pay attention to the health of mine and other people's pets. Especially what was in the food they consumed. Animals require our pure attention. I learned all of us need to inform ourselves the finest we can.

I still had my two cats and another pom (that we adopted from a Pomeranian rescue). Time moved on and I noticed I ended up being extremely involved in the animal world. Canine sitting, pet walking, saving, helping animals discover a home, discovering much better foods, how corn and other fillers were taken into pet food, and so on

. My caring and empathy is for all living things ended up being more and more obvious.

I have actually been working massage and bodywork, since 1983. These (massage and animals) two enthusiasms appeared to weave in and out of each other. I noticed that individuals started to depend on me for ""answers"" or linking them and developing neighborhood for animals. The Holistic care of human beings and animals appeared to match one another.

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Neighborhoods began to see me as an animal activist in the early 2000's. This surprised me however I gladly opened up to it. I was just doing what was in my heart for these sweet animals that couldn't defend themselves. Mentor and operating in my massage and bodywork practice, I likewise began to personally develop a mindful touch for animals, specifically dogs and felines. I believed, if I can do it with human beings, why not the animals? Animals are really less resistant and more open to the energy exchange.

Now in 2011, my partner and I have a Golden Retriever/Labrador mix who is 16 years of ages and a Chocolate Labrador who is 6 years of ages; both rescues. We embraced Moki, the Golden, when she was 7ish. That is a story for another time. Kona, the Chocolate Lab was about 6 weeks old when we rescued her from a household that could not keep her. We have given both of them a really loving FOREVER home. They belong to our household and consider them in all that we do.

In the previous year I chose it was time for me to go out in the world more with Pets, their people and the animal world. In 2008, my partner and I relocated to Southern California and required a support group for our canines and us. Remaining in Earthquake area and not always being at house with them through out the day, we developed a PET EMERGENCY TEAM in our neighborhood, which has actually now expanded to the track of houses we reside in Long Beach, Ca.

We are still building on this principle and it is working well.

All of us have un-foreseen crisis that emerge and it is a good idea to have a plan. Do you have a strategy in order? I can not motivate you enough! We have a big plastic container with additional dog food, blankets, water, water bowls, deals with and meds.

Did you know that CORN can affect your animals skin and coat? Does your pet have allergies, skin or coat problems? Examine the ingredients. Attempt a NO-GRAIN food. It will more than likely vanish. My vet had my 1 year old, Kona, on prescription antibiotics 3 different times in one year! I changed her food and the skin problem disappeared and her requirement for meds. Inspect your food and understand what active ingredients remain in the item.

Canines and cats are extremely allergic to corn and other grain filler in commercial foods. Lots of Pet foods bulk it up with starchy fillers. A protein filler can be chicken beaks, chicken wings, bones, etc. Not the actual meat of the animal stated in the food. Liver is ok ... as long as they are natural. If you see ""animal digest"" on the label as part of the active ingredients, beware. This can mean there are rendered ""infected or dead"" animals in there. Dead naturally, however indicating that they might be animals that have actually been euthanized at the shelter.

My love for animals deepens every day. I assist individuals all over the nation to feel more linked to their animals, educate about Family pets and even assist with finding forever homes for them. A woman all the way throughout the continent, in CT, wrote and asked me what she might do about individuals dropping unwanted cats at the their barn. I gave her some tips that influenced her and, yes, she found them houses. That is an excellent feeling to be able to motivate, help people and discover solutions."

#pet food #dog food #cat food

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rafaelgvfd455-blog · 5 years

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The Pet Food Industry - Managing Your Internet Presence

"My love and passion for animals - Can I tell you how all of it began back in the 1980's?

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A darling Pomeranian puppy was provided to me for my 30th birthday. I named him Tiamo. I wanted him to know ""I like you"" every time I said his name although it was in Italian. He taught me how to enjoy and love animals. Even though I had adopted 2 felines a few years earlier, Tiamo was the 7 pound marvel that opened my heart.

I discovered what it implied to be responsible for a Pet; the ""parental"" duties it took to be an amazing animal owner. The unconditional love I experienced was valuable. My heart grew larger and larger for canines, felines, all family pets!

I began to observe animals on many levels. I even started to follow a vegetarian diet, which cause a vegan diet ... all since I could not consume animals since I connected with them in my heart. (** in the last few years I integrated more animal protein into my diet plan).

Sadly, I needed to assist Tiamo hand down when he was just 13 years of ages. That is on the younger side for a lap dog. He had a collagen disease which compromised his cartilage; this made him age faster than normal. His body started to 'provide'. It influenced me to pay attention to the health of mine and other individuals's animals. Especially what remained in the food they ate. Animals need our pure attention. I discovered we all require to educate ourselves the very best we can.

I still had my 2 cats and another pom (that we adopted from a Pomeranian rescue). Time progressed and I saw I became very associated with the animal world. Pet dog sitting, canine walking, rescuing, helping animals discover a house, discovering about better foods, how corn and other fillers were taken into pet food, etc

. My caring and compassion is for all living things became more and more evident.

I have been working massage and bodywork, since 1983. These (massage and animals) two passions seemed to weave in and out of each other. I saw that individuals started to count on me for ""answers"" or connecting them and constructing neighborhood for animals. The Holistic care of humans and animals seemed to compliment one another.

Communities started to see me as an animal activist in the early 2000's. This amazed me however I gladly opened to it. I was simply doing what remained in my heart for these sweet animals that could not speak up for themselves. Mentor and operating in my massage and bodywork practice, I likewise began to personally establish a conscious touch for animals, specifically canines and felines. I thought, if I can do it with humans, why not the animals? Animals are in fact less resistant and more open up to the energy exchange.

Now in 2011, my partner and I have a Golden Retriever/Labrador mix who is 16 years of ages and a Chocolate Labrador who is 6 years of ages; both rescues. We adopted Moki, the Golden, when she was 7ish. That is a story for another time. Kona, the Chocolate Lab had to do with 6 weeks old when we saved her from a household that could not keep her. We have offered both of them a really caring FOREVER house. They are part of our family and consider them in all that we do.

In the past year I decided it was time for me to get out on the planet more with Pets, their individuals and the animal world. In 2008, my partner and I moved to Southern California and required an assistance group for our canines and us. Remaining in Earthquake area and not always being at home with them through out the day, we established a FAMILY PET EMERGENCY TEAM in our community, which has now broadened to the track of homes we reside in Long Beach, Ca.

We are still building on this idea and it is working well.

All of us have un-foreseen crisis that emerge and it is sensible to have a strategy. Do you have a strategy in order? I can not encourage you enough! We have a big plastic container with additional dog food, blankets, water, water bowls, treats and meds.

Did you know that CORN can affect your animals skin and coat? Does your pet dog have allergic reactions, skin or coat concerns? Check the ingredients. Try a NO-GRAIN food. It will most likely disappear. My vet had my 1 year old, Kona, on prescription antibiotics 3 various times in one year! I changed her food and the skin problem disappeared and her requirement for meds. Inspect your food and know what components remain in the item.

Pet dogs and felines are extremely allergic to corn and other grain filler in commercial foods. Numerous Animal foods bulk it up with starchy fillers. A protein filler can be chicken beaks, chicken wings, bones, etc. Not the real meat of the animal mentioned in the food. Liver is ok ... as long as they are natural. If you see ""animal absorb"" on the label as part of the ingredients, beware. This can indicate there are rendered ""unhealthy or dead"" animals therein. Dead of course, however implying that they might be pets that have actually been euthanized at the shelter.

My love for animals deepens every day. I assist people all over the nation to feel more connected to their animals, inform about Pets and even help with finding permanently houses for them. A woman all the way throughout the continent, in CT, wrote and asked me what she might do about people dropping unwanted felines at the their barn. I provided her some suggestions that influenced her and, yes, she discovered them homes. That is a fantastic feeling to be able to inspire, assist individuals and find services."

#pet food #dog food #cat food

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Rules: Answer the questions, add one of your own, and tag one person for every question.

noah @wdbwotv held a knife to my throat and made me do this. i’m not tagging anyone, but if you want to do it, go for it.

1. COKE OR PEPSI: diet coke because i’m an animal

2. DISNEY OR DREAMWORKS: disney even though dreamworks made spirit and i would die for that horse 3. COFFEE OR TEA: SWEET TEA 4. BOOKS OR MOVIES: movies! i love cinematography and their impact on people 5. WINDOWS OR MAC: windows for gaming 6. DC OR MARVEL: i don’t know a thing about comics but i love wolverine so marvel 7. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION: playstation has been my life since i was born 8. DRAGON AGE OR MASS EFFECT: dragon age bc it has leliana and morrigan. plus origins is one of the best games i’ve ever played

9. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY RISER: night owl! i can’t wake up before 12 pm if i don’t have class 10. CARDS OR CHESS: cards since i’ve never played chess 11. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA: vanilla!! chocolate is evil unless its kit-kats 12. VANS OR CONVERSE: converse 13. LAVELLAN, TREVELYAN, CADASH, OR ADAAR: lavellan is my child, but honestly cousland (the warden) is my fav overall da origin

14. FLUFF OR ANGST: most of the stuff i write is angst but i also love mixing it with a fluffy ending 15. BEACH OR FOREST: i like forests more since i burn really easily in the sun 16. DOGS OR CATS: both are angels whom i love 17. CLEAR SKIES OR RAIN: rain unless i’m driving then it can die 18. COOKING OR EATING OUT: no one in my family can cook so eating out 19. SPICY OR MILD FOOD: mild bc i’m too white for spice 20. HALLOWEEN/SAMHAIN OR SOLSTICE/YULE/CHRISTMAS: halloween!! my dad and i always decorate our house and go all out 21. WOULD YOU RATHER FOREVER BE A LITTLE TOO COLD OR A LITTLE TOO HOT: too cold. texas has shown me that heat is the devil 22. IF YOU COULD HAVE A SUPERPOWER WHAT WOULD IT BE: shapeshifting since it’s op and can be used for like everything else

23. ANIMATION OR LIVE ACTION: animation i guess since i love video games

24. PARAGON OR RENEGADE: paragon i can’t be mean 25. BATH OR SHOWER: showers, i only take baths in nice hotel rooms 26. TEAM CAP OR TEAM IRONMAN: team bucky barnes if i even cared 27. FANTASY OR SCI-FI: fantasy!!! 28. DO YOU HAVE 3 OR 4 FAVORITE QUOTES IF SO WHAT ARE THEY:

“love is the maker’s best gift, and is infinite.” - leliana, dragon age

“we all make choices, but in the end, our choices make us.” andrew ryan, bioshock

“at some point you’ve got to decide who you wanna be. can’t let nobody make that decision for you.” moonlight

there’s probably more but i can’t think of them rn

29. YOUTUBE OR NETFLIX: youtube bc it has critical role and i just started watching it

30. HARRY POTTER OR PERCY JACKSON: idk those boys 32. STAR WARS OR STAR TREK: star wars 33. PAPERBACK BOOKS OR HARDCOVER BOOKS: hardcovers have a good aesthetic 34. FANTASTIC BEASTS OR CURSED CHILD: say what now 35. ROCK OR POP MUSIC: i had a metal phase, but i’m going to say pop because of love live 36. WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE: my close friends and writing when i can actually make myself productive 37. THE LAST BOOK YOU READ/THE ONE YOU’RE CURRENTLY READING: i’m reading a fic that’s as long as a book rn. it’s called “heaven is a place on earth,” and it’s for love live.

38: SONG THAT MAKES YOU SMILE/SONG THAT MAKES YOU CRY: girls like girls - hayley kiyoko / sing about me, i’m dying of thirst - kendrick lamar 39. FUNNY OR SCARY MOVIES: i lov scary movies 40. RULES ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN OR FOLLOWED: only broken in video games kids

41. LANGUAGES YOU CAN SPEAK: language has always been my worst subject so just english and some sign language 42. FAVOURITE ARTIST(S) OR BAND(S): kendrick lamar, drake, the weeknd, frank ocean, roy woods, hayley kiyoko,

43. WHO LAST MADE YOU SMILE: noah bc he’s my best bud 44. FAVORITE FILM(S): moonlight, carol, the handmaiden, perks of being a wallflower, the vvitch, her

45. FAVORITE GAME(S): souls series, dragon age origins, bioshock 1/2, mass effect, fallout new vegas, oxenfree, we know the devil

#em speaks #this took me forever

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fangirlmomentsandmytwocents · 7 years

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1001 Dark Nights Discovery Bundle 12 Release Day Launch

We are absolutely thrilled to bring you the Release Day Launch for 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Twelve, brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights. Introducing Discovery Authors Nazarea Andrews and Megan Erickson, the Bundle contains 6 novellas, including novellas from New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright, Lorelei James, and Lara Adrian! Grab your copy of this incredible bundle today!

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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright, Lorelei James, Lara Adrian, and introducing Nazarea Andrews and Megan Erickson. Six Dark Tales. Six Sensual Stories. Six Page Turners. KAYDEN: A Bayou Heat Novella by Alexandra Ivy Kayden is obsessed with revenge after his parents disappeared when he was just a cub. Now the gorgeous Hunter has discovered the man responsible for betraying them – Joshua Ford – and it’s time for payback. Beginning with the kidnapping of Joshua’s daughter, Bianca. But last thing he expects is to be confronted with the horrifying realization that Bianca is his mate. Will he put revenge before his chance for eternal happiness? SIMON: Bayou Heat Novella by Laura Wright Sexy male model, Simon refuses to give up his exciting life in New York City to return to the slow heat of the Wildlands. For a decade, many pantera have tried to capture the rogue Diplomat and bring him home, but all have failed. Now it’s Tryst’s turn. The hard, brilliant, and gorgeous, Hunter is the ultimate tracker. But can the admitted beast-girl of the Wildlands capture her prey without losing her heart in the process? STRUNG UP: A Blacktop Cowboys Novella by Lorelei James Rancher Creston Grant retreats from the world after he loses the love of his life….Can his former flame, rodeo cowboy Breck Christianson prove he’s a changed man who can give Cres a second chance at love? MIDNIGHT UNTAMED: A Midnight Breed Novella by Lara Adrian For Breed warrior Ettore Selvaggio, stealth assassinations are only one of his specialties. The last thing Savage expects to find behind enemy lines is a woman he once adored. It’s been years since Savage last saw Arabella Genova. Years he’s strived to banish to his past, along with the fierce desire he once felt toward Bella and the irresistible calling of her blood that stirs in him even now, despite the fact that she belongs to another male. DIRTY SEXY SECRET by Nazarea Andrews Even when you know better…. There are a million reasons why Hazel Campton is off limits: she’s a journalist. I’m a cop. Oh, and she’s my foster sister. My secret is I didn’t care. I haven’t stopped wanting her since I slept with her the night before she left. She’s trouble. Always has been. It’s hard to resist the thing you’ve always wanted… Growing up with Brandon Archer means I know him. Good. Bad. Everything in between. It’s just never mattered. My secret? That night. The one I stole, that’s kept me from Archer and Green County, for four years. Now I’m home, and nothing has changed. Except me. And not in the way that means a damn thing. Because I still want him. Everything can change with a knock at the door… Secrets. Everyone has them. Archer. Me. This town. Perfection only runs surface deep in Green County. When there’s a knock at me door, it’s a familiar face all covered in danger, and all those secrets we hide? They’re about to come tumbling out. BITE THE HAND THAT BLEEDS by Megan Erickson Roxy heads below the streets of Mission City to a vampire club, determined to give up her blood in exchange for much-needed cash. She has no idea that the handsome, brooding vampire she meets there will awaken desires she didn't know she had, and will change her life forever...

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Alexandra Ivy is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. From Alexandra: “I’m not exactly sure when I fell in love with books. Probably on my mother’s knee listening to her read Dr. Seuss to me. I do remember that I was barely old enough to cross the street by myself when I discovered the delights of the local library. Could anything be more wonderful than spending summer days surrounded by stacks of Nancy Drew mysteries? Over the years I fell in love with Victoria Holt, Jane Austen, Agatha Christie, and J.R.R. Tolkien just to name a few. I read poetry, essays, biographies, and plays. In fact, I read anything I could get my hands on. Years later (no, I’m not admitting how many) I’m still an avid reader, and my tastes are still as varied as they were in my youth, which I suppose helps to explain why I enjoy writing regency historicals under the name of Deborah Raleigh, as well as my contemporary paranormals as Alexandra Ivy. For now that is enough to keep me busy, but who knows what the future might hold! I do have a few other loves in my life besides reading and writing, the most important being my unbelievably patient husband, David, and my two sons, Chance and Alexander. Without their constant support and belief in me, I never could have been able to follow my dreams. They are truly my heroes.

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Laura Wright is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. From Laura: “Unlike many of my peers in the writing world, I wasn’t a writer or a reader until I left high school. During my youth I was into theater, song and dance, commercials and boys. I loved romance surely, but I had never read a romance novel until my late teens. With that said, I remember the day I did like it was a moment ago – my aunt gave me the Jude Deveraux novel, Knight in Shining Armor and I couldn’t put it down until the very last word. Then I went straight to the library and got another – then another until I’d read everything she’d ever written. After that, it was McNaught, Howard, Schone, Kleypas, and the Silhouette line, Desire. I instantly loved those emotional, sexy reads, so much so that I began to carve out ideas for my own stories, themes that were unique to me and moved me. In 1997 I enrolled in UCLA extension writing classes, met my mentor and critique partners and since have never stopped writing. I was committed then and I still am now; the need to tell my own romantic stories a full on obsession. My first manuscript was rejected, and though the second one was as well the editor who’d rejected it wanted to see something else from me. I had something (note to authors; always keep working, even after you’ve sent in a proposal) and sent it right away. The day I got the call telling me Desire wanted to buy Cinderella and the Playboy was the best day of my life. That is until I married my husband, and had my two beautiful children. But I must say, writing is much like motherhood – tough, grueling, surprising, delicious and for me, a dream come true.”

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Lorelei James is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of contemporary erotic western romances set in the modern day Wild West and also contemporary erotic romances. Lorelei’s books have been nominated for and won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s choice Award, as well as the CAPA Award. Lorelei lives in western South Dakota with her family…and a whole closet full of cow girl boots. From Lorelei: “Why do I have a particular fondness for all things western? Well, I’m a fourth generation South Dakotan, living in the Black Hills, which is chock-full of interesting characters, including cowboys, Indians, ranchers, and bikers. The geographical diversity of the surrounding area showcases mountains, plains, and badlands. Living in and writing about rural settings gives me a unique perspective, especially since I’m not writing historical westerns. Through my fictional world, I can show the ideals and the cowboy way of life are still very much alive.”

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Lara Adrian is the New York Times, USA Today and #1 internationally bestselling author of the Midnight Breed vampire romance series and seven award-winning, historical romances, previously released under the pen name Tina St. John. Lara’s Midnight Breed series is available in hardcover, mass market paperback and e-book through Random House, and in limited edition through Doubleday Book Club, Rhapsody Book Club, Book of The Month, and the Science Fiction Book Club. Unabridged audio editions are available through Tantor Media, Random House Audio, Amazon, iTunes, etc. Lara’s new releases regularly appear on all of the key bestseller lists including including the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Indiebound, Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, etc. There are more than 2 million copies of the Midnight Breed novels in print in the United States.

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Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binge watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. N is a self-professed geek and enjoys spending her spare time lost in her favorite fandoms and can often be found babbling about them on social media. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.

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Megan Erickson is a USA Today bestselling author of romance that sizzles. Her books have a touch of nerd, a dash of humor, and always have a happily ever after. A former journalist, she switched to fiction when she decided she likes writing her own endings better. She lives in Pennsylvania with her very own nerdy husband and two kids. Although rather fun-sized, she's been told she has a full-sized personality. When Megan isn't writing, she's either lounging with her two cats named after John Hughes characters or... thinking about writing. For more, visit meganerickson.org

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latitudelongitudegratitudein · 7 years

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M.A.S.H at 27

M.A.S.H.

Mansion, Apartment, Shack and House

I don’t know any decent millennial that didn’t play MASH growing up, who wouldn’t want to predict their future on a piece of paper? In Mexico (I am a born and raised Mexican), we’d switch the apartment for a trash can because that can actually happen back home–but hey! It can happen here too, just substitute the trash can for a camping tent for two in your friendliest neighborhood, Skid Row. I remember one of the five times I’ve shit myself was when I wandered around Downtown LA in the company of me, myself and my shadow and ended up in Skid Row with 2% battery life on my phone. But, that’s a story for another day.

Back to Mexican MASH. You could end up living in a trash can, so the stakes were high as fuck. I mean we were talking about our future! Playing MASH, you find out who will you marry, the number of babies you’re gonna pop out, the kind of car you will drive, the pets you will have, and your job. Most importantly (drum roll please), the age you will be by the time you amass all those goodies. That number was everything–mine was 24. ALWAYS. I had that number engraved in my brain (finger and uterus), I was going to be happily married by 24, live in a mansion, drive a Lamborghini Diablo (yeah whatever, I was 10 years old, don’t judge me), have 7 kids, 10 dogs, be a vet/model, have the most handsome husband, and a big fucking rock on my finger to prove it. Everything by 24 because M.A.S.H said so.

Introducing Mr. and Mrs…insert record scratch. Nope that didn’t happen. I am 27 and have reached the point that the idea that I haven’t found the love of my life yet doesn’t traumatize me anymore. (I was severely traumatized, I’m talking pre-marital PTSD, as in started having panic attacks at 23 because I KNEW I had failed and would end up alone with 25 alley cats. I fucking hate cats) I wish I could time travel and tell my 20 year-old self “relax bitch” or even better, tell my 9 year old self, who is probably alive right now in some parallel universe, that MASH doesn’t mean anything. Being married at 24 doesn’t equal success and that I’d put my index finger over my luscious, prepubescent lips and tell her “hush my child”, you don’t have to worry. (If the butterfly effect is real, I may be saving her a lot of trouble).

I also remember I thinking that MASH was a commitment that I made to myself–a promise. If you know me, you know I keep all my promises. I promised I would walk down the aisle, filthy rich and happily ever after at 24. Period.

Growing up, I remember constantly thinking about being 24, I knew that in 2014 I would cross a magical threshold that would lead me straight to happiness, hand in hand with my Leonardo DiCaprio look alike husband. (That has changed too. I’m now looking for Ben Dalhaus’ doppelgänger).

In middle school and high school, I noticed my friends had superpowers, they could find boyfriends anywhere and for some reason I just didn’t. My superpower was being unboyfriendable. They were like Wonder Woman (secretly dating Superman) and I was like Catwoman doomed to remain in the shadows. (Fuck there go those cats again).

In my mind, I thought it was because I was not pretty and there was something wrong with me (The real reason being I never gave anyone a real chance and I was to busy making out with tons of boys to prove myself I wasn’t ugly. Don’t get me wrong I did it because that was super fun too). Those days turned me into the amazing kisser that I am today.

Sidebar: It’s funny how I see pictures of me at 14 and think, “ Nope you weren’t that bad. It was just the horrors of puberty passing by and there is nothing that a hairstylist and wax strip wouldn’t have fixed”. Mind you I slicked my hair back with shit tons of gel just like Michael Corleone from the Godfather (it was a thing at my school ‘kay).

See below a picture of me at and Lorenza at 13.

“ My glorious days as a member of the Corleone-Kahlo clan.”

10 years later, all “grown-up” playing with fireworks. Te amo Lorenz

I eventually took matters into my own hands when my mom told me I was too young to wax my eyebrows. She’d only let me wax my uni-brow. Yep, as a proud descendant of Frida Kahlo. By taking matters in my own hands I mean freeze framing on Elisha Cuthbert while watching The Girl Next Door and copying her eyebrow shape (just a piece of advice if you are a Latina and your eyebrows are bushy as fuck don’t go copying porn star eyebrows). Really you should just imagine Bert from Sesame Street shooting for Jessica Rabbit’s eyebrows. Not good. I managed to have shaped eyebrows–squares are a shape right?

So yeah the years went and I left my days as a member of the Corleone Clan behind by high school my hair style and eyebrows recovered.

One day at 18, I felt a little better about myself and actually thought “okay maybe I can land someone”. I tried to be open to meeting someone but no one really came. It’s as if I left the bread crumbs for the guy to find me and he decided he was going no carb. I mean boys came, but not looking for something serious. I guess those were the vibes I put out, but deep down I just wanted to be asked out on a nice date, and not lured onto the dance floor for a make out sesh.

At some point I asked one of my best friends with superpowers if she thought I’d be single forever. She didn’t so but explained that nightclubs weren’t the best place to meet the kind of boys I wanted to date. That always stuck with me.

I began to understand how the clubbing scene wasn’t such an ideal place to meet someone. It’s a hub of predators ready to pounce on their prey. Let me clarify by saying that I don’t think wanting to “get some” at a club makes you a bad person (coming from the biggest predator I know), it makes you a visibly horny person. So “aha” moment–meet boys in other places.

Days as a young 20 year-old predator. Very proud of my fake ID and my almost exposed private parts.

Ever since then, I thought I’d meet him at a museum, frolicking at the beach, or maybe at the library (but that would mean I’d have to physically get my books instead of using The Prime). Honestly, most guys I’ve seen in public libraries either look like they just pissed their pants, are part of a gang or are serial masturbators. (Look at me judging a book by its cover…I know, I know, I’m being superficial. I’m working on my flaws). However, I do spend a lot of time at Barnes and Noble fantasizing about some guy walking up to me and striking up a conversation about the book I’m reading. Afterwards, he pins me against the bookshelves and kisses me senseless.

In all my fantasies, the guys had to HURRY THE FUCK up because I needed my ring by 24. I was held hostage by the 10 pieces of paper I saved in my third grade pencil case that read M.A.S.H.

I had another dream where a guy would show up at my door professing his love for me, but I was usually awakened by Carl asking me if I’d ordered the thin crust Hawaiian pizza from Domino’s. He is the most stable relationship I’ve had in my life and I am totally okay with that.

Enough about my fantasies and Carl (he’s mine, so don’t think about luring him to your door with an order). My point is that throughout my early 20’s I felt like the guy who ended up with me would think his luck was mediocre at best, and I that should consider myself lucky that someone would actually see some value in me. But I held on to what MASH said–that I would have my huge ass mansion and shiny things. MASH kept me distracted from focusing on myself and my non-existent self-esteem (it’s kinda sad but true). I don’t believe that anymore and I am okay with being alone because I have the privilege of my own company and newsflash I am fun as fuck.

By 27:

* I am nowhere near having a rock adorn my finger that’s okay. For the longest time I tortured myself thinking I would end up alone because there was something fundamentally wrong with me. I kept blaming myself for not being pretty enough or good enough to have a boyfriend. But, that isn't true. It took a lot of work and I changed the perception about me. Im capable of many things, there isn't anything wrong with me and I am at peace.

* The asshole depression that stole my personality and started creeping on me at 23 (aka panic attacks) is finally gone. I am not scared anymore. The panic attacks no longer seize control of my mind or my body.

* Now I see that meeting the love of your life isn’t all there is to life. Loving yourself and your life is vital to your happiness.

* I don’t get frustrated when I see all my friends getting engaged, pregnant, or married. (Not that in the past I wasn’t fucking stoked to see my friends walk down the aisle, but there were moments when I felt like “ Omg. Catwoman, you have failed, what if it’s the same story from high school played over and over again? Everyone gets married while I get drunk and make out with their younger cousins in the bathroom” Yeah it sounds amazing but after a certain age a hot mess isn’t cute anymore. There’s an expiration date for that shit). I’m getting rid of my Catwoman costume (burn baby burn).

* Turns out 27 was the magic number after all. Three years after the deadline I break a lifelong promise to my 9-year-old self and I couldn’t be freer. I can see that I am a keeper and he will come when the time is right (I believe that to be true and not just a generic line people say to sound hopeful). I used to be super bitter about it. Today, I can only work on becoming a better person.

I am actually grateful for everything I have been through because it has taught me a lot about myself and now I know I am wiser and I will choose better things for me; Including a stable relationship with a nice bro ( Sorry Carl, it’s not you, it’s me)

Funny enough the definition of Mash is:

Reducing (Something) to a uniform mass by crushing it. Thanks Wikipedia. Yeah, I got owned and crushed by it.

So yeah, I recently ripped all the M.A.S.H’s I had saved for 16 years to pieces (I save everything and no I won’t have a separate entry for compulsive hoarding). I tore MASH a new one. And with that a new meaning came to light…

M.A.S.H. is just B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T

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8 reasons you should adopt a cat

July is National Adopt a Cat Month and let’s face it: We love to watch cats whether they’re being silly, adorable, regal, or cranky. Cats are the reason we need the internet. Cat videos on YouTube have been going viral for years and can be just the way to put a smile on your face. Even though many of us are fairly convinced cats are secretly plotting to take over the world, they’re more than happy to live with you and let you be their servant…I mean owner. But regardless of their world domination propensities, here are ten really good reasons to stop watching those cat videos long enough to go get a cat of your own. And who knows, maybe your cat can be the next YouTube sensation!

1. You can save more than one life by adopting a cat

Not only do you save the life of the kitty you adopted, but you can clear a space for more cats to be rescued and sheltered. Unfortunately, shelters have a limited capacity and many pets are euthanized before they are able to be re-homed due to lack of space or resources. According to the ASPCA over 3.2 million cats enter American pet shelters every year. Approximately 1.6 million of those cats are adopted. That means there are plenty who still need to be housed and cared for until they find their forever home! Consider the adage “the more the merrier!” When adopting a cat, consider getting a bonded pair or two cats (provided you give them time to get comfortable with each other). You can save two lives and your kitty will always have a playmate or snuggle companion when you aren’t home.

Cat fact: Often older cats, special needs cats and kittens, or black cats are considered “unadoptable” and are the first to be euthanized. Consider adopting one of these kitties when you are looking for a new pet.

2. Adopting a cat is a sound financial choice.

When you adopt from a shelter, your new kitty has already been spayed or neutered, given necessary vaccinations, and microchipped. Some shelters will even include a bag of food, collar and id, or pet insurance in the adoption fee. This will help you save in the upfront costs of a new pet. When you purchase a cat from a breeder you must pay for these expenses on your own. Depending on the cat and what type of lifestyle you have, you may also save on any training or house/litter training expenses.

3. There are a wide variety of cats available and their personality is already known.

At most shelters you can find almost any type of cat: young or old, long haired or short haired, in all colors and sizes. If you have your heart set on a specific breed, like a Siamese or Persian, you can also check for breed rescue or cat-specific organizations. These manifold felines spend their days with volunteers, behaviorists, and trainers. Each cat’s needs and personality is studied carefully so that you know what kind of kitty you’ll get. You may want an active playful cat who will entertain you for hours or all you need is a couch potato to join your Netflix binges. Either way, the shelter personnel will be able to help you find your match. Many pets wind up at shelters due to a change in family circumstances, such as a divorce or a move, rather than through any fault of their own. These pets are happy, healthy cats who are already house trained and accustomed to living with a family. No need to train them yourself, they come ready and happy to fit into your home!

Cat fact: Young cats and kittens can go through personality changes until they are fully grown. A snuggly kitten may not be a snuggly adult. If you want a specific activity level or personality, consider getting an adult cat. If they sit in your lap today, very likely they will be a lap cat for the rest of their lives. Since cats can live upwards of 18 years, you’ll still have plenty of time to love an adult cat.

4. Cats are good for your health, both mental and physical.

orange tabby snoozing on its back with one paw resting up by her faceAccording to a study performed by Deborah Wells, owning a cat (or any pet you adopt) can improve your sense of happiness and well-being and can help reduce the strain of stress, anxiety, depression, or loneliness. Cats can provide a quiet, soothing presence when we need it most, during times of strain or grief. Other studies have found that having a cat may reduce your risk of cardiovascular disease or stroke. One such study in 2008 showed that having a cat can reduce your risk of heart attack by up to 40% by reducing stress and anxiety! We’ve also found that a cat’s purr can help lower your blood pressure, promote bone health, heal ligaments and muscles with minor injuries, and decrease dyspnea. A study by the Journal of Pediatrics published in the National Library of Medicine states that having a cat in the home with children can expose those children to allergens at a very young age, making them less likely to develop allergies or respiratory issues later.

5. Cats are the perfect apartment roommate.

If you live in a small space, like an apartment or condo or even a dorm room (if the school allows it), a cat can be the perfect companion. Most cats instinctively know to use the litter box and scratching posts. They are less likely to track mud through the house or tear up the garbage than dogs. Cats tend to be neat and tidy animals although many do shed so invest in a good vacuum! Cats, with the exception of some long haired cats, require less grooming than dogs. Most cats take care of their own bathing and brushing without any help! Cats often don’t need as much playtime as dogs and will value their time lounging around the house or just being with you since they sleep up to 16-20 hours per day. They don’t require a lot of space and lengthy walks like dogs do. They can be fairly low maintenance, just make sure of give them plenty of toys and places to climb, like cat trees or window seats. Most cats are independent creatures and can frequently choose to keep to themselves. And when they do want to snuggle, they’re warm, fuzzy, and the perfect size for your lap. While cats are happy to be around their humans, they are able to stay home alone all day unlike dogs. Cats do not require as much constant care as dogs, making them a preferred pet of many busy professionals.

6. Cats are good for your home and the environment.

Mostly white calico cat sitting in a window reaching a paw out to a mouse standing on its back feet at the corner of the windowCats are good pest deterrents. They help keep control of any mice, rat, or bug populations. While some cats decide they’d rather befriend small animals, most are very good hunters. If it moves, they pounce! Many farms keep barn cats just for that purpose. The Working Cats program helps re-home otherwise “unadoptable” feral cats to work on farms and in businesses as pest control. Cats also leave a smaller carbon footprint on the planet than dogs do. The biggest factor in a pet’s carbon footprint is the amount of food they eat, and since cats eat far less than dogs, they leave a smaller footprint. In this way they are better for the environment than dogs. Just don’t let your house cat outside to attack the local birds!

7. Cats are wonderful companions, particularly for the elderly or other pets.

Calmer cats, particularly those that are older, can make wonderful friends for older adults. Their easy care and peaceful dispositions can be a blessing and stave off loneliness. Cats can also keep other pets company during the day. If you have a cat or a cat-friendly dog you may want to consider getting a playmate or sidekick to enjoy. Just make sure to temperament test both pets and give them time to adjust to each other.

Cat fact: Often cats are more reserved and stressed about their shelter environment. They need routine and a safe environment to flourish. It’s easy to see your future best friend in those cute dogs ready to wag their tail and lick your hand. But consider taking the time to get to know some of the cats in the shelter. They can be just as loving as a dog and lower maintenance!

8. You’ll change a cat’s life forever.

Not only can you be proud that you’ve helped a pet in need and created space for more pets to be helped, but you’ll get a new best friend out of the deal. Cats may be selective with their affection, but once you’ve earned their trust, you’ll have a loyal friend fur-ever. The quote about rescuing a dog can be applied to cats as well: “Saving one dog will not change the world, but surely for that one dog, the world will change forever.” So are you ready to head out to the shelter to find your forever friend? According to Indiana University Media School, people who watch cat videos were “more energetic, felt more positive and had fewer negative emotions, such as anxiety, annoyance and sadness after watching cat videos online.” If that can happen while watching cats, what do you think would happen if you owned one? And if you are unable to, then head on over to YouTube to get your kitty fix and lower your stress levels!

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