Why Do So Many People Romanticize The 1950′s? Like Calm Down We Still Have Milkshakes And Racism 

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Daisy’s 2K Bollywood Challenge

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This is the reason Nancy Pelosi is so sensitive about political violence. It is the reason she does not trust these republican members of the house who refuse to go through the metal detectors on Capitol Hill. It is why the violent rhetoric used by republicans against her and other democrats upsets and angers her so much.

She knew these people that were assasinated. She is friends with Senator Diane Feinstein, who found Harvey Milk’s dead body, and unknowingly put her hand through one of his bullet holes trying to find a pulse. She is also friends with Congresswoman Jackie Speier who was shot 5 times in Jonestown where another San Francisco congressman, Leo Ryan, was shot and killed one week before Milk and Moscone.

Jackie Speier still has two bullets in her body from Jonestown. San Francisco city hall still has metal detectors at entrances and do bag searches because they have not forgotten that this happened, and city employees are not exempt from going through them because of Dan White. The entire city still has collective trauma from this two week period forty years ago, and it particularly effects their elected officials there.

History matters. Shared trauma matters. It should be taught and understood so it can be avoided from ever happening again.

Nobody Else

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: You and Bucky don’t have the normal kind of history with each other, Ex’s are supposed to avoid each other, aren’t they?

This here is my first Tumblr fanfiction that I have written to post ever. I wrote this for @ruckystarnes Summer of AUs challenge. 

Prompt: #15. Exes AU

Warnings: Jealousy, Violence, Intimidation tactics, Std mention, lies

A/N: I got the idea for this story, after hearing the song Boyfriend by Ariana Grande & Social House.

Excuse my summary, I really suck at them. This is actually mild for me, so I don’t believe I need an 18+ warning. Enjoy!

Waking up had been an ice-cold splash of water to your brain, you didn’t think you would ever see his face again. Or at least you thought you would be over him by now. A year apart with no contact should be enough time to get over someone right? Oh who were you kidding, the minute you two had locked eyes at Sam’s welcome home party, you knew shit wasn’t over with. If that wasn’t enough to convince you, the surge of jealously you felt when you saw James Buchanan Barnes with his date for the evening, was painful confirmation. Removing yourself from your own mind, you looked away from the body that lay next to you in bed and made to get up from the bed. As you walked in all your naked glory, you began to reminisce on how you had gotten to this familiar point.

At the party you quickly looked away from Bucky’s gaze, turning your back towards your former flame. Throwing back your shot of liquid courage, your brain began to work on a plan to run the latest of Bucky’s flings, off. 

For years since your 1st breakup, you and Bucky had a sort of unspoken agreement that neither of you would date anyone else. So of course when either of you did attempt to move on, the other would run the poor, unsuspecting person off in various ways. 

Such as the time when you both were in high school, and Bucky was upset about you not being his date to the Senior prom. He had roughed up your date in the middle of the evening out of your sight. Leaving you to wonder where your date had run off to. The poor guy was so shook, he wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the time that was left of the school year. 

You retaliated a couple of months later when you and he were in college, spilling your very full red Solo cup of beer on the unsuspecting girl he had been flirting with at the first party your mutual group of friends had decided to attend. 

Then there was the time he lied to your blind date that Nat and Wanda had set you up with, telling the guy that you had given him crabs. You obviously never heard back from that guy again. 

There was also the time right after Bucky had come home from being honorably discharged from the Army, after losing one of his arms. Steve had mistakenly slipped and mentioned that Bucky’s “work wife” would be attending the party also. You had convinced your little sister from the Big Sister/Little Sister program to run into the party yelling “Daddy” and attaching herself to Bucky’s legs, while you berated him in front of everyone about abandoning you and “his child”, turning to the work wife and telling her that he owed thousands in child support. Needless to say, you didn't ever see her around again. 

None of these incidences ever ended without an argument between you two, which would lead to makeup sex. Except you two never made up, one of you always waking up the morning after and sneaking out, leaving the other to awaken to a cold, lonely bed. Your friends thought the way you and Bucky treated each other was absurd and weird. It was clearly an unhealthy situation, but you knew he loved you and you loved him. You two just had your own screwed up way of showing it.

That was just it though, you loved him way too deeply, too much for your own good. As you began to wash your hands, so you could exit the bathroom, Bucky stepped in and began to plant kisses along your neck and shoulder. A moan tried to bubble itself up from within your throat, but you smothered it down and stepped away from him. I’m tired of the games, this needs to end.  

You stared into his eyes, “James we need to talk.” 

Before you could finish the sentence, Bucky began to shake his head no. “Every time you call me by my first name, it’s to start an argument.” 

You huffed to yourself while picking up your clothing, “You only think that because you’re stubborn and don’t want to hear what I have to say.” 

He reached to snatch your clothing out of your grip while raising his voice an octave.”Because you always say the same thing, every time we discuss quote, unquote us.”  

You held the clothing behind your back, out of his reach, “You see, you know exactly what we need to discuss, and yet you choose to shut down every time without hearing me out, I’m sick of it!” you yelled. 

You and he stood still, staring each other down in challenge, your eyes broke away first. “I’m tired of the tit for tat Bucky, this needs to end.” 

He takes a seat on the bed while rubbing his hand down his face. “What are you talking about Y/N?” 

“This nonsense of you and I disrupting each other from moving on. We’re getting too old for this game babe.” You walked to stand between his legs, lifting his chin with your hand.  

“I thought I would be ok with having just part of you, on occasion, but it isn’t enough. I want all of you Bucky or none of you.” 

Bucky got up and walked around you, dressing himself as he spoke. “Y/N you know why we can’t be together.” 

You turned to face his back as he looked out of the window. “Yeah, we can’t because you won’t get out of your own head.” “You keep trying to shield me by telling me you're a train wreck, and that you have issues, but I don’t care if you do.” Closing the distance between the two of you, you wrapped your arms under his arm and around his body. “Why can’t we work on them together.” 

He turned to face you, instinctively wrapping his arm around you, too. “How do I know you won’t run off when things get too real?” 

 Looking at him in surprise, you began to laugh, “Are you kidding me, how many more girls do I need to scare away to get you to see that I don’t want you to see nobody else?” You’re it for me Barnes, so what do you say?”

 He looked at you mischievously and started to unbutton his shirt. You stopped his hand in motion, “What are you doing? We just got dressed.” He pushed you to the bed and climbed on top of you, “I figured we should christen the start of our new relationship.” He then dove for your neck, making you burst into a fit of giggles.

Great thing is if it’s listed in the beginning, I won’t even bother reading it, but if they don’t list any specific race for reader, then begin to list features that are usually associated with white or Latino skin features, it pulls me right out of the story.

fic: bucky x rogers/stark!reader

my asian ass:

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"Broken Connection"

Quick Fic - Soulmate AU

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Posted: Mar 30th

A/N: this popped in my head AND I AM SO SORRY. Also, I need to work on titles. Ugh.

WARNINGS: angst? ANGST??

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

They say that the first emotion you shared with your soulmate was one that would rock your entire being. 

Bucky was grateful he had never felt it. 

Of course, he had been in and out of time so the thought of having a soulmate was the furthest thing from his mind.

Fear and loneliness were a constant for him and he would hate to have someone feel that. They said that some had their soulmate born at the wrong time. He figured it was like this for him, it made sense, he had been on ice for the longest time. 

Then there were times when he would be walking along, Steve and Sam having dragged him out of his hidey hole and into the sun, moments that made him pause. He would turn his face into the sun, let the warmth sink into his skin and his breath would catch.

"They say that some can talk with their soulmates before even meeting."

"That what happen with Tony?" 

Sam smiled at Steve as he shoved a hot dog into Bucky's hand. "That's what he claims.

"Can you imagine?"

Bucky shoved the dog into his mouth. God he hoped not. He had enough voices in his head.

He wondered what song it was that was stuck in his head, where had he heard it? Maybe Natalia had sung it. Confusion swamped him and he blinked at the bright rays of sun that blinded him.

"Tony says that Pepper was on the verge of marrying someone else."

That wasn't unheard of. Many had relationships before meeting their soulmates. Some married and had full lives before meeting their other halfs. Bucky wondered, how could you choose? Or was it something that you had no choice in? 

He shook his head, the soft song just barely vague enough that he could not hear the words. He could feel them. He grunted as Steve knocked into him pulling him from his thoughts.

**

Pain woke him. 

He was used to pain. It was like a second skin. He reached up and touched his eye gingerly, did he get hit during rough housing with Steve earlier? He grumbled as he swung his legs over the edge, the pang of sadness hit him like a wave and made him stumble. 

His lips hurt and he was certain it hadn't been split, he fumbled till he caught the switch and he stared at his reflection in the mirror. 

Nothing.

He was fine. 

Why did he feel like shit? Like Steve had put him through the ringer. 

"Fucking crazy." 

And there was that song again suddenly. 

And the sadness was stronger and Bucky felt as if the world had turned upside down. 

"Are you real?" He asked quietly, holding his breath, praying he was wrong.

"Oh." Came a soft response. The song halting.

"Oh," he repeated.

His heart clenched and he stumbled back till he hit the wall next to the door. The light quite suddenly too bright in the small bathroom.

He felt- desperation. A sudden clarity and a gnawing pain. A pain that was deeper than physical, the loneliness hit hard and he struggled to breathe. It was her loneliness. Her fear.  He had felt this before. She had felt this… 

"I'm sorry." 

Bucky blinked. It was gone. The pain in his jaw, the feel of a cut lip, the throbbing in his eye. Not only the physical but the sadness that had weighed him down so heavily had lifted and he found he could breathe. 

He took a breath surprised at how easy it was. How his lungs expanded, the ache gone. 

A new ache made his eyes sting, a sob catching in his throat as he slid down the wall, curling in on himself.

He had a soulmate.

One he had never wanted. One he had been grateful to not have.

She was out there. Alone. Hurt. 

She had apologized to him. 

When she was in need of him.

He took in a deep breath, jaw setting in determination. He was going to find her. Even if she didn't want him to. 

Say it with me:

SEBASTIAN STAN/CHRIS EVANS IS NOT GOING TO MARRY OR DATE ANYONE ON THIS WEBSITE

Y'all need to come to terms with that. Stop attacking them, women they talks to, or just other people involved in their life.

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