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Poems, Prayers, and Promises - Bucky/Darcy

Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis for @awriter314​ Rated: T Length: 1323 words Song:  Poems, Prayers, and Promises by John Denver

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“Okay, but what about her?” Darcy asked, nodding towards a tall blonde who’d just walked into the coffee shop.

“What about her?” Bucky asked, looking down into his half-empty coffee cup.

“Her name’s Hannah, and she works in accounting,” Darcy said like it was something he should have already known. “You’ve spoken with her like five times at least.”

“Have I?” he asked, squinting at the woman in question. “I mean, I guess she looks familiar.”

“You should ask her out,” Darcy urged.

Bucky shook his head. “I don’t need to ask anyone out, Darcy.”

“You do, though! I mean, are you Aro, Buck?”

He sighed. “No.”

“Are you Ace?”

“No.”

“Would you rather ask the guy out behind her? He looks good too.”

Bucky craned his neck to look at the man she was referring to. “I mean, he’s good looking too, but I’m just not looking for anything like that right now.”

“What about companionship?”

“I have Sam,” he said, grinning. “And you.”

Darcy shot him a look. “And you know I love you. So does Sam, even if he’s a snarky bastard about it.”

“Right. And I love you guys. So, you’ve answered your own question.”

“I didn’t ask a question,” she countered.

“Fine, you’ve answered your own musings,” he corrected. “I’m perfectly fine with the way things are. Besides, that sword cuts both ways. Why don’t you ask one of them out?”

“Because,” Darcy huffed. “I’ve dated Hannah and it didn’t work out. And Kevin is one-hundred percent into dudes.”

“Don’t you want companionship?” he asked.

“That makes me sound I’m a bajillion years old.”

“Doesn’t it? Think about that next time you ask me something like that.”

She sighed and sucked on the straw of her frappuccino. “Fine, so we’re friends, right?”

“Yep.”

“Best friends, right?”

“... Yeah...” he replied, unsure about where this was going.

“Okay, so I can talk about anything with you, right?” she asked.

“Sure, hit me.”

“And the inverse is true, right? You can talk to me about anything.”

“If I had anything to talk about, you’d be the first one I’d turn to, Darce.”

“Okay, well. Do you want to have sex?”

He choked on his coffee, sputtering until he could grab a napkin and cough into it.  

“Whoa… are you okay?” Darcy asked, reaching over to pat him gently on the back.

He wiped his mouth and the coffee spots off the table before turning to her. “Sorry, I’m fine. Just… coughed. What did you say?”

“I said, ‘Don’t you want to have sex?’ Don’t you miss it? I mean… you haven’t, right? Unless you’re getting it on the sly, in which case, shut me up, because I’m way off base.”

His shoulders immediately loosened. Of course, that feeling came with a pang of disappointment.

“I think about it sometimes. But who would I have sex with?” he asked, sniffing and trying to look anywhere but at her. Attempting not to look anything like a man who’d almost had a damn heart attack at the thought of his best friend asking to have sex with him.

“Dude, I dunno. Anyone? Because like… “ She trailed off shaking her head. “Sorry. I don’t know where I was going with that.”

He frowned and watched as she turned her attention to a napkin she’d laid in front of herself, tearing off tiny bits and leaving them in a pile in front of her.

This was stupid. The unspoken words were all right there. Laid out in front of them. “No, like… are you asking if I miss it?”

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Not gonna lie, I don’t really remember it,” he said with a laugh. “I mean… I think about things… and it makes me think that I possibly could remember… but I don’t feel comfortable going there with anyone new right now. I’d have to build something up with someone and then… you know...”

“So like, become friends first?” she supplied.

He locked eyes with her and nearly choked again. He could sense she was fishing for something that she was too scared to ask outright.

Thing was, he didn’t know if he was brave enough either, but it was Darcy.

For her, he could do anything, right?

Even put himself out there at the risk of having wholly misread this situation.

“Yeah, become friends first. Maybe go out on a bunch of coffee dates, but not ever calling them that. Even though I always pay for the coffee and pull out her chair for her and shit like that?” He felt like he was holding his breath.

“And put up with her trying to set you up with every person that walks through the door,” she added.

He felt warm all of a sudden. “Yeah, especially when all I really want to do is actually date her, but I’m too scared to say it.”

“That seems like an oddly specific scenario you have worked out there, Buck,” she smirked a little and bolstered by her reaction, he reached for her hand.

She flipped it over so he could lace their fingers.

“If you wanted to ask me that question again, I might have a different answer for you,” he mumbled under his breath.

She squeezed his hand. “I’ll wait till we’re not in public if that works for you.”

“Yeah, sounds good. I haven’t done this in a while, so I might not be ready for public viewing yet.”

She giggled and scooted her chair closer. Bucky stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, swallowing thickly.

“Not sure if I wasn’t being clear, so here goes again… that was code for, maybe we should get out of here. Because as much as I love doing this, I’m about to kiss you, and I’d rather do that where no one else can see…”

Darcy stood up so quickly, her chair fell over, and she dropped his hand, flustered as she went to pick everything up.  He helped, cleared off the chair and threw out their coffees. By the time he came back, Darcy had righted the chair and apologized to the man sitting behind them.

And with that, she turned and stalked out of the coffee shop.

Abruptly turning back and grabbing his hand so he could attempt to keep up with her as she crossed the lobby of Stark Tower and made a beeline for the elevator.

Once the doors had closed and she’d told Friday where she wanted to go, she ventured a glance up at him.

“Is here okay?” she asked, raising her eyebrows and looking very kissable.

He ducked down, sliding his hand along her jaw and tilting her chin up to meet his lips.

Not exactly sure what made him do it that way, Bucky liked the reaction he got, and slipped his prosthetic arm around her waist and hauled her closer.

She made an adorable squeaky sound that made him want to deepen the kiss, so he did.

It wasn’t anything like he’d imagined it would be.  It was better.

“So glad we could have that talk,” she murmured against his lips.

“Was that what that was?” he asked. “Do you always try to get the men you’re attracted to dating other people? Is that your move?”

“You have yet to see my moves, James Barnes,” she replied with an air of mystery that made him give up any pretense and kiss her again. “Which reminds me… do you want to have sex?” She grinned as he gawked down at her.

“Dangerous game to play in an elevator, Darce…” he murmured in response.

“Is it?” she asked coyly.

“This time, yes,” he replied, ducking down to capture her lips again. “But I’m pretty flexible. Give me a little practice and we can try it.”

She purred into his mouth, releasing his lips to whisper. “Practice makes perfect, right?”

He nuzzled her nose with his. “Right.”

Want your own?

#Wintershock #Bucky x Darcy #Darcy x Bucky #Bucky Barnes #Darcy Lewis #Bucky/Darcy #Darcy/Bucky #song prompts 2020 #awriter314 #orange

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awriter314 replied to your photo “Early morning pretzel bites, so I can take some to the playoff game...”

Is the recipe somewhere on your blog? Because those look awesome.

Hell’s Pretzel Bites!  The recipe for a normal-sized batch (which makes about 12 2″ bites) is at the bottom. 

Optional modifications I have made: 

I use plain white sugar or maple syrup (1:1) in place of brown sugar. Using white sugar does make them lose some of their depth, but I almost never cook with brown sugar so I never have any on hand. Do recommend maple syrup! 

I mix the sugar or syrup into the water before adding the yeast, which helps the yeast proof. 

I use 1/4 cup of oil in the sized-down recipe and I stir the oil into the flour after adding the water. (I have not detected a difference, doing this, ymmv; you can definitely make it with less oil but I like a nice oily dough.)

Last time I stirred dried onion spice mix into the dough before the rise and that was delicious. 

Because a little salt goes a long way with me, I tend to top them with celery salt, Old Bay, or granulated garlic. 

I also usually make about 1/4 of them where I cut out the bites, roll them out thin, put cheese on one half, fold the other half over, and pinch shut to make cheese-stuffed bites. Sliced fontina works well for this, I haven’t tried cheddar yet. 

I’ve been experimenting with how long to boil them because I’m never a good judge of that. For the small batch, using a large saucepan works well; you can fit about five large ones in there adding them one by one, and by the time you’ve added the fifth, the first is ready to be taken out. 

#hellenhighwater #awriter314

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awriter314 replied to your post: Quick Prompts!

If you’re still doing these, Darcy’s reunited with dog she rescued in NM, which is now Buckys service dog or a service-dog-in-training with Sam?

“And this is Dr. Foster’s lab,” Sam was saying as the door slid open. Darcy looked up and saw Bucky Barnes with Sam, a dog plastered to his side, flipping at his hand for him to pet it. The somewhat glazed look in the man’s eyes faded as he began to stroke the dog’s head and neck. he gave a small wave to the group and looked back at her computer. “Now,” Sam continued, “I know you don’t like it here now, but Radium had you,and it worked out all right, which is good because this is a place you want to be.” Bucky gave him a look. “No really,” Sam insisted. “Hey Lewis, come say hi.”

Darcy spun in her chair and hopped up, walking over to join them.

“Bucky, meet the most important person in the tower, save Pepper.”

“Ohhhh,” Darcy cooed, looking at his dog. “What a handsome fellow!” She kept her hands to herself, mindful that the dog was working.

“He was a rescue that Clint has been training.”

“He’s doing a good job,” she said smiling up at Bucky. “So what kind of cookies do you like?”

“Cookies?” She nodded. His head tilted to the side. “I don’t know.”

“No problem, we can figure it out. Come by tomorrow for your first taste test. bring short, handsome, and furry with you. I also make a mean dog treat.” She smiled down at the dog again and noticed a distinctive patch on his chest. “Wait...Clint rescued this dog? Did he say from where?”

“New Mexico, I think.”

Darcy let out a little squeal and danced in a small circle. “I saved him! when the Destroyer happened! Awwww! Pups! It’s full circle! I saved you so you could save Bucky! Life decisions for the win!”

#awriter314 #darcy lewis #radium #dog prompts

[aenariasbookshelf]

Quarantine Cuisine

As requested by @meilan-firaga and @awriter314, a detailed recap of the contents of my pantry and fridge/freezer, at which point you will realize that I eat macaroni way too much.  I hope that, through this, everyone out there can learn about some easy and useful ideas that they can take into their own homes for when they Just Don’t Feel Like Cooking Anymore. 

Because really, the cooking burnout is becoming A Thing for all of us, the ones who are staying home to do their part that way, and for those of us who are out there on the front lines of everything dealing with all of the insanity.  Hopefully, the recipe ideas we come up with here will help everyone, not just me.  And omg, so many dishes to wash...

Anyway: here are the contents - let’s see what magic we can do.

Ingredients below the cut, because this is gonna get long.

pasta/noodles bucatini udon noodles plain ramen noodles orechiette pastina elbows kraft mac n cheese

grains farro harvest grain mix couscous rolled oats

rice jasmine rice arborio rice

legumes chick peas red beans black beans white beans

bread and other carbs corn tortillas half a loaf of bread

vegetables/fruit tomato paste diced tomatoes passata (pureed tomatoes) black olives green chiles preserved lemons fruit cups giardiniera sweet potatoes - fresh 1 spaghetti squash of dubious origin (aka it’s been in the fridge for a while) lemons - fresh limes - fresh onions - fresh shredded cabbage - fresh apples - fresh oranges - fresh frozen fruit (strawberries and cherries) frozen vegetables (peas, carrots, corn, spinach, mushrooms) garlic ginger

meat/fish bacon precooked meatballs canned tuna canned salmon pepperoni tuna steaks shrimp mahi-mahi strips ground beef london broil chicken thighs

dairy-ish/cheese cheese dip oat milk butter plain greek yogurt cream   shredded cheese (vegan and milk based)

non-meat proteins eggs (my vegetarian sister eats eggs, therefore I classify them as non-meat, don’t at me) faux mandarin chicken bites faux popcorn chicken condiments cocktail sauce sweet chili sauce salsa verde mustard hoisin sauce honey vinegar (malt, red wine, apple cider) maple syrup bbq sauce hot sauce oyster sauce fish sauce chili garlic paste soy sauce

baking stuff almond flour flour (and appropriate leavening agents) sugar cornmeal almond extract vanilla extract orange extract brown sugar

pantry-other (aka I couldn’t think of where else to classify these) coconut milk peanut butter and strawberry jelly (in separate containers, of course) canned soup pickles seaweed miso bullion (chicken, beef, tomato) nutritional yeast pot stickers

*passes out in a pile of groceries*

PS - this does not include the contents of my snack cabinet.  Suffice to say though, that I am well stocked when it comes to both sweet and savory munchies.

#aenaria babbles on #aenaria pretends to be a capable home cook

[historybizarre]

The Notre Dame de Paris fire - link roundup

Some resources for those concerned and interested by the fire at the Cathedral at Notre Dame de Paris:

BBC news coverage of the fire.

A tweet from UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization) about the fire.

A twitter thread from a firefighter talking about possible actions by the Parisian firefighters to combat the flames.

According to a French reporter, the historic art collection was largely saved from the flames, and

the copper statues on and near the spire were removed in advance of repair work earlier this week, so they will also have survived the fire.

The late art historian Andrew Tallon led an effort to comprehensively document the cathedral in 3D scans.

An essay from February 2018 about how Victor Hugo led an effort to restore a then-crumbling Notre Dame in the 19th century.

Finally, a philosphical tweet about feeling the loss of something to which you might have had no personal connection.

edit: posted Monday 15 April 2019 roughly 9:00pm UTC. Thank you @awriter314 for reminding me to timestamp.

#old school blogging style #historic preservation #notre dame de paris #fire #cultural heritage #link roundup

[personshapedsplder]

bucky giving nat a puppy for buckynat secret santa 2018!! 

@awriter314 HAPPY BUCKYNAT SS!! <3 your prompts were ADORABLE i tried to make this as fluffy and happy as i could!! it’s also transparent!!</p>

so the story behind it is that nat’s been really stressed w her spy work and avengers stuff and she misses Liho, so Bucky gets her a little friend to help her destress! her name is spy dog <3</p>

#buckynat secret santa #buckynat #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #winter widow #my art #mine #events ive participated in

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awriter314 replied to your post “wahwahwaffles replied to your photo “Performed at Pagan Pride Day...”

Congratulations! I’ve been pagan more than decade now and I didn’t even realize we had a pride day. Or is it a day for LGBTQA+ pagans? Bc that would explain why no one thought to mention it to me.

Generally, there’s no specific day, though they tend to happen in October. Local groups organize them -- Central Illinois is through the local CUUPS group. I’m friends with some of the members and they invited us to do a few sets.

#awriter314

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awriter314 replied to your photoset: scribbledwriting: Need help building a believable...

   FYI, scribbd has taken down the odd link.    

Thanks for the info. The OP says she put a corrected link on her blog.

#talk to me? I won't bite #awriter314

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday awriter314

March 14- I’d like Sif/Bucky, after he’s healed (mentally - your choice on whether he’s got a new arm) from Civil War. Can be post-Endgame if you like. Can be anything from a first meeting to an established relationship. Timescale is up to you, for @awriter314

Written by @bunnigirl74 

It’s my second try at writing Marvel Fic.  I hope you enjoy and have an Awesome Birthday! 

Sif watched over Prince - no, King Thor’s ally. His Human shield brother Steve’s dearest friend, James Barnes. Thor and Steve had been called away to deal with the surviving Asgardians and the Midgard’s Governments. They were trying to figure out where to place the refugees of another world.  Steve had been reluctant for his recuperating friend to wake up with no one near him. The warrior had been one of the ones that had been decimated, and even now his memories had been rather unstable from the deprogramming, the grief of what he had done, and the way he had died in such a strange manner. The Wakandans had worked on a new therapy, and they removed his arm from the battle so he could feel more secure. They had also promised that no regular human would have watch over him, just in case he lost control, so several of the surviving Asgardian warriors had taken turns when the King and Steve had been called away. Now it was Sif’s turn, so she stood and watched over the warrior.  

They had shared stories about this man. Apparently he had suffered decades of torture and mind manipulation - he had killed on command, fought in wars, and assassinated men. And yet, when he had been given a choice he had preferred to work quietly on a farm with goats in Wakanda.Not unlike Thor when he was young, with his goats, carefree, and unburdened with a lifetime of war and battle. This “Bucky” had a youthful face in sleep, but shadows under his eyes, as if even now, dark memories plagued his sleep. His shaggy hair shifted when he’d move, the scruff of his beard shadowing strong cheekbones and a full mouth that was rather appealing to the woman in the goddess of war. He was a man of strange contradictions.  

Sif continued to stand, waiting quietly, watching over the warrior, watching as he began to stir in his sleep. She walked to the wall and pressed the “call” button, indicating he was starting to wake and someone should find Steve.Bucky was making sounds of distress and Sif hurried over to take his hand.  

“You are all right, you are safe now. Steve is coming. You are safe.”  

His hand gripped hers’ tightly. If she had been a mere Midgardian, she would have some brilliant colored bruises on her hand. Instead, she covered their clasped hands with her free one. She sat in the chair next to his bed so she did not loom over him - one of the other things they said not to do.    He shifted and stirred, and began to kick and then lunge up with a horrified sound, his grey-green eyes wide with his nightmare. He looked around, startled at the woman holding his hand lightly. He tried to pull his hand away, and she just kept the one he had been clutching holding on to his.

This beautiful creature was holding his hand, keeping him from bolting off. Her long dark hair was pulled away from her face showing off her beautiful features and her hazel eyes, they seemed to almost glow at the topaz ring about the pupil. A stray chocolate curl cradled one cheek, and it took Bucky a few moments to focus on that she was talking to him. Her voice was low and gently soothing.

He was bewildered. Was he dead?  Maybe this was heaven, with an angel escorting him to the pearly gates. She was wearing armor, a chest plate that didn’t over accentuate her form, but did seem somewhat practical. He didn’t see wings, but maybe angels hid wings to keep from freaking out humans even more. This was NOT what he thought a cherub would look like. Her hand was warm and strong and holy God had he been crushing her hand the whole time? He stared at her and began to try to free his hand, and yet the woman kept ahold of him, gentle but with a strength that kept him tethered to her. And that soft voice kept trying to contact into his brain. Gentle warm, even amused tones, as those light eyes stared into his stormy fearful ones.

Sif watched as he looked around, checking out where he would put security cameras and weapons, and then back to her He seemed to calm, but he still seemed bewildered, uncomprehending her words.  Perhaps Allspeak was failing in his damaged mind - severe brain damage could have difficulty with Allspeak.

“You are safe, Bucky. My name is Sif, I am a friend of Steve’s. You are safe and sound, no one will hurt you.” A soft-spoken litany that she repeated, over and over while his breathing began to slow and deepen, his eyes no longer darting around.  

Bucky couldn’t remember an angel named Sif, but the name seemed vaguely familiar. She was completely unafraid of him, holding on to his hand insistently and speaking soothingly like he was some skittish horse. Well, he was an old warhorse.  

“Do I know you, Sif?” His voice was harsh and rusty with disuse, and he blinked at the unfamiliar sound of it. The beautiful angel smiled and shook her head, and he narrowed his eyes as he concentrated on her voice. The accent was a little odd, but if he focused he could understand her.

“I am a friend of Steve, son of Roger. And a friend of Thor. I am Asgardian.”  

That explained so much: her strength, and the accent, her beauty, he had never seen an Asgardian that couldn’t have been on the silver screen. Bucky settled back down on his bed and studied her hand holding on to his.

“Are we friends?”

Sif smiled. “We could be, Bucky. Although, this is the first time we have met. I take turns with the others with watching over you while you healed. “  

Bucky grinned. “My mother always said I had an angel watching over me.”

Sif tilted her head. “I’ve not been called an angel before. “

“Then Asgardian men are pretty blind. You wear armor like a warrior. You are pretty, strong, and stunning. I’m amazed you don't have hordes of men following you.”

Sif blushed faintly, now understanding Steve’s reference of Bucky being a flirt, and she felt her sad heart warming a little bit to this lost man. He too had lost his entire world, he had suffered war, been damaged, lost and turned inside out, and yet he found something in her that settled him. His grey-green eyes called to her, uncertain but pleased, calmed by her hazel gaze.    

“I have no hordes of men, Bucky, but I would be pleased to call you friend.”  

Bucky tilted his head to one side and offered a smile. “I’m the one that would be pleased by that Sif, and very lucky.” He brought her hand to his mouth, and she watched him, perplexed until he gently pressed his mouth gently to her calloused and scarred fingers. She finally gave him a gentle, shy smile.

“Thank you Bucky,  I think we will be very good friends. “

And with two often broken and wounded souls, perhaps more than friends.  

#Sif/Bucky #lady sif #Bucky Barnes #post avengers endgame

[fearless-too-and-stubborn]

top 10 female characters

I was tagged by the eternally wonderful @ktnseverdeens ♥

rules: write your 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people!

1. Diana Prince - DC

2. Natasha Romanoff- Marvel

3. Lady Julia Lindsay Mackenzie Wallace Beaufort-Stuart- The Pearl Thief/Code Name Verity

4. Eve Gardiner- The Alice Network

5. Eve Polastri/Villanelle (because I can’t choose between them) - Killing Eve

6. Maeve Millay- Westworld

7. Dr. Michaela Quinn- Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman

8. Rosa Diaz- Brooklyn 99

9. Korra- The Legend of Korra

10. Phryne Fisher- Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

Honorable Mentions: Theta Knight (The Diviners Series), Jennifer Goines (12 Monkeys), basically all of the women on Anne With an E, Angelica Schuyler (Hamilton), basically all of the women on The Bold Type, Rey/Princess Leia (once again you can’t make me choose)(Star Wars), Samantha White (Dear White People), basically all of the women on Wynonna Earp, probably more.

@givemeunicorns @phoenixwrites @futurerustfuture-dust​ @stars-inthe-sky​

@eustaciavye28​ @airyairyquitecontrary​ @valarm0rghvlis​ @awriter314​ @fulltimeprocrastinator​ @marlettpines​

#text post #my cup renneth over #although not as much as the dude cup runneth i'm sure #tagging me #tagging you #please don't feel obligated

[dresupi]

WinterShock

For: @awriter314​ Prompt: Getting stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel

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When their car rumbled to a halt at the top of the wheel, Darcy surprised him by taking the teddy bear he’d won for her out from between them and stuffing it over on the other side of her.

She scooted closer nudging him with her shoulder until he brought his arm up and she snuggled close to his side and he had no choice but to bring his arm down around her. “There, was that so hard?” she asked, her head leaning on his shoulder.

He shook his head. “Guess not… but I wasn’t really expecting this.”

“Dude, the Ferris wheel is the most romantic ride of ever.”

“I know that. Believe it or not, I rode it with a girl or two in my day.”

“In your day,” she giggled. “Did you guys smooch or what?”

He shot a look in her direction. “Well look at you, googling slang on the internet.”

“I know right? I’m a veritable encyclopedia.”

“Well, no. I didn’t smooch anybody. I wasn’t going steady.”

“Ahh, well. I guess we can’t smooch either, then. Since we’re not going steady.”

Bucky leaned over and nuzzled her neck. “You’re my girl.”

“Is that the same thing? I’m not familiar with the terminology…” she teased.

He pressed his lips to her neck and felt her shiver. “You wanna go steady, Darcy Anne?”

Giggling, she turned towards him, planting a wet one square on his lips. “I guess so.”

#Wintershock #Darcy Lewis #Bucky Barnes #Darcy/Bucky #Bucky/Darcy #fall prompts 2019 #awriter314

[copperbadge]

awriter314 replied to your photo: Prowly went on the Crypt Run with me last night (I...

This owl is super cute. Is he a stuffy or ceramic (it’s hard to tell from the picture)? And where did you get him? (I have a niece who’s way into owls and her birthday is coming up.). Thanks!

Prowly is ceramic; he was a gift from my mother but *rummages* I knew it, I did keep the box, in case I needed to imprison him safely once more. He’s made by Lenox.com and is called a Halloween Owl Shelf Sitter. Lenox doesn’t sell it anymore (it’s not on their website, I think it was an annual) but if you search lenox.com for “halloween owl” there are still quite a few other owls! 

#awriter314

[silvanoir]

I promised I’d come back to announce the giveaway winner, so here I am.  ( @awriter314 , a winner is you!)

I installed the tracker blocker (Privacy Badger) a follower suggested, and it works, but I still think I’ll stay away from tumblr because it’s too tempting to whittle away 4 hours a night on this site, almost every night, like I have been for years.   I ~MIGHT~ log in once-in-a-rare-while, we’ll see.  No promises.

I want to do real things that I can see real results from in the real world, not just find cool things to reblog.  Since “quitting” here I’ve been working on that.  My house is cleaner and my thoughts are clearer and the big pile of books I’d been meaning to read has shrunk a little.  I’m hoping to get back to drawing soon.  I haven’t drawn in months.

#hi

[ozhawkauthor]

Happy Birthday, awriter314!

March 14 - WinterShieldShock - "A fire like this would have burned down the whole tenement." for @awriter314

“Umm,” Darcy stretched luxuriously, wincing as her back protested slightly. Warm hands caressed her, pressed her back down into the mattress, and she smiled lazily. Lovemaking with Steve and Bucky was always incredible, but when she hadn’t seen them for a while it was always extra special. Bucky nuzzled against her neck, his stubble prickling skin already tender from nibbles and bites, and she batted him off with a laugh.

“Cool it, buster. I don’t have supersoldier recovery time.”

Bucky made a grumpy sound of protest before rolling to his back. “Alright, babe. Steve, get your hand off her boob, you heard what she said.”

“Shut up, I’m worn out as well,” Steve said into the pillow, before sighing and rolling over, removing the offending hand. He smiled over at Darcy before his nose twitched.

“Can I smell burning?”

“Oh shit,” forgetting her weariness, Darcy shot bolt upright in the bed, scrambled over Bucky, tangling her legs in the sheet and crashing face first to the floor. “Fuck!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

Catching her sudden urgency, Steve and Bucky dived out of bed, Bucky, hauling Darcy up and untangling her from the sheet.

“Kitchen!” Darcy yelped, and all three of them pelted through there stark naked. Stave slammed the door open so hard the handle embedded itself in the drywall, stopping with a yell of horror at the sight of the flames licking up towards the ceiling from the pan on the stove.

“Gas, turn off the gas!” Darcy yelled from behind him, and Bucky plunged over to the stove and used his metal hand to switch off the gas. Both he and Steve stood paralysed then for a second, wondering what to do about the pan… until Darcy snatched her emergency fire blanket from the pack on the wall and smothered the pan with it.

“Holy crap, doll, what was that?” Bucky asked in the ringing silence which followed.

“I was stewing some apples. Planned to make apple pie for a homecoming celebration, only you got here about two hours early and I completely forgot that I’d left the pan on the stove.”

Steve was shaking slightly with reaction, looking at the blackened scorch marks on the wall. “Back where we used to live, a fire like that could have burned down the whole tenement,” he said. “Momma always said that you don’t never leave a pan on the stove.”

His accent had thickened with his distress; Darcy put her hand on his arm. “It’s okay, Steve. Your sensitive nose helped, but the smoke alarm would have gone off in another minute or so. And then the sprinklers a minute after that. You just saved everything from getting squishy and wet.”

“Looks like no apple pie, though,” Bucky stared sadly at the covered pot.

Steve whacked him on the arm. “We could have lost Darcy and you’re worried about goddamn pie?”

“Stop over-dramatizing. Even if the apartment had caught fire you could’ve carried her out over your shoulder.” Bucky rolled his eyes at Steve. “It’s our fault anyway.”

“How do you figure that?” Steve said indignantly.

“Well, when she opened the door you didn’t even give her the chance to say hi before you shoved your tongue down her throat and I started shredding her clothes. Pretty sure we drove all thoughts of cooking right out of her head.”

“Pretty sure Bucky’s telling it exactly like it happened,” Darcy agreed.

Considering that all three of them were stark naked in the kitchen and had spent the last hour and a half being stark naked in Darcy’s bed, there really wasn’t a lot Steve could say to dispute it. He sighed and nodded.

“Guess we owe you some fresh paint on that wall and a new pan, then.”

“Yup, and I owe you an apple pie. But I might take a raincheck on cooking one and pick one up at the market instead!”

“Too right,” Bucky agreed. “Because now we’re back, I don’t think you’re gonna get the time to pay attention to cooking anything that takes longer than two minute noodles!”

#wintershieldshock #fuckyeahdarcylewis #birthday gift fics

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awriter314

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“can someone who can speak properly under pressure and not get...”

I know our varieties of ADD/ADHD aren’t the same, but I try to get my ADD to work for me: I listen to music or read a book or something up to the last minute before the nerve-wracking thing starts. This keeps me distracted and therefore calm. Feel free to try! Good luck!

Yep, this is generally me too. I’m lucky that my interview is early, but I still have tasks I need to do before I drive over the building where my interview is. So I’ll have gotten my brain working with my structured tasks and be interviewing when I’m the most together.

But I did a mock interview yesterday and my major feedback was the smoothness of my answers, and that I need to practice answering out loud. Damnit. That’s what’s hard.

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“can someone who can speak properly under pressure and not get...”

IT HAS A NAME OH MY GOSH ...I googled this term because I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT IT WAS and just, oh shit, this explains so much, including Tuesdays job interview, and why is "shit that's a THING?!" My relationship with all ADHD related things 

I swear, isn’t that everyone’s ADHD experience? “THAT’S A THING. I THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST ME?”

#awriter314 #lisslynae

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March 14 - Maria Hill/Sam Wilson fic, perhaps involving post-mission pampering. May be fluffy, smutty, cracky, or any combination of these for @awriter314

Written by @backwardsandinhighheels

“Alright, I think we’re done here.”

At Steve’s words, Sam folded his wings and dove towards the quinjet, timing his landing to send a spray of gravel into Barnes’ face.

“Dammit, Wilson,” the other man grumbled, but Sam wasn’t listening.

“Maria, hey.”

Maria looked up and smiled. “Sam! Nice flying out there.”

“You weren’t looking too bad yourself. Have you been training with Nat?”

“A little. I definitely need it, she’s still a lot better than me at hand-to-hand.”

“I doubt it,” Sam scoffed.

“Can we save the mush for when I don’t have to watch?”

Sam flicked the bird at Barnes as he followed Maria into the quinjet.

Steve used the flight home to debrief so the post-mission adrenalin high was already fading by the time they touched down at the facility in upstate New York. Maria wasn’t big on shows of physical affection, but she was listing against Sam’s shoulder as the engines powered down and the ramp opened.

“Come on, sleepyhead.” He brushed her hair out of her face and affection turned to concern. “You’re hurt!”

Maria frowned, wincing when the movement pulled at the cut on her forehead and the rapidly swelling lump underneath. “Damn merc got a lucky hit.” She scowled as he went to thread an arm around her waist and help her up. “Don’t you dare. It’s only a scratch.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve had worse. It’s just a flesh wound.”

“Are you quoting at me?”

Sam assumed an innocent expression. “Who, me? No, I’m distracting you. Look, we’re at the lift. Your place or mine?”

“I have no idea,” Maria replied dryly, as he directed the lift to their shared apartment. “But you’re still wearing your wingpack.”

“What? Oh, uh…”

“Go and drop it off at the tech room, I can get myself settled.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She whacked him gently on the shoulder at his salute. “Idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

~~~

Sam’s detour took long enough that she had time enough to shower and get dressed in her favourite nightwear before he got back.

“Sorry, Stark thought of a way to streamline the wings and couldn’t wait to tell me. We need to get Pepper back from the Board Meeting before he redesigns everything. I also dropped by the kitchen and got us -” his gaze narrowed in on her clothes. “Are those avocados?”

Maria crossed her arms over her chest defensively. “I like these pajamas.”

“I’m not complaining. How come I haven’t seen them before?”

“It was too hot to wear them. I only just figured out the thermostats at this place.”

Sam laughed, one hand going over his pecs in a move he must’ve picked up from Steve. The action drew her eyes to the container in his other hand.

“Did you bring me cookies?”

“No, I brought me cookies.” Sam paused. “I am willing to share for half share of the bed.”

Maria pretended to consider it, then obligingly moved over, her gaze fixed on the cookies. “You’ll clean up first, of course. You can leave the cookies here.”

With a show of great reluctance, he passed the container over. “I’ll be quick. Don’t eat them all without me, now.”

She waved him away. “Take your time, it’s fine.”

When he got back, it was to find his girlfriend asleep, cookie still in hand. He removed the container from the pillow beside her, putting it on the bedside table. Weighing up the benefits of waking her, he decided to join her instead. He had to eat the cookie, though. No point in wasting it.

#Sam Wilson #Maria Hill #HillFalcon