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which unpopular archetype are you?

the  loyal.

it’s a good thing you’re so patient. you know what it’s like to feel the full weight of doubt bearing down in you. for years, it tried to squeeze the life from your lungs. but nothing’s going to make you bow. you kept the candle’s flame alive. you whispered the names at nightfall. the vigil still lives inside of you. one day, the waiting will have been worth it. all your love is going to come home to you. you’re more important than you know. you’re still the one true believer.

personality: calm, level-headed, stubborn counterpart: the accomplice

tagged by:  stolen  from  @lghtpulled​ tagging:  whoever  sees  this  !

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“The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.” — Sylvia Plath, The Moon and the Yew Tree

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brklynlost​:​

injuries are something frowned upon in uncle sam’s army.  he knows because someone said in boot camp that if you got INJURED too much there they’d call you a pansy and send you on your merry way.  ‘course, sergeant barnes learned the hard way that this is in fact A LIE and you do NOT get kicked out if you get too hurt during boot camp… you simply end up suffering your way through a boat journey over to europe.

the first time he saw silver, he’d been on her table after bruising one of his ribs in a squirmish LONG before being sent over enemy lines.  he’d been one heck of a flirt then, trying to chuckle his way through the pain that had overtaken the bones protecting his heart.

she was kind.  caring.  she wanted to make a difference and he certainly thought that was a sweet idea on her part.

now was different.  now bucky laid on his back NOT because of being stupid, but simply for being STUPIDLY heroic.  crossing enemy lines had been his job, but not allowing them to take the kid��in their unit to their TORTURE CHAMBER had been all him.

what could he say?  the kid reminded him of another young man who            (  before becoming all MUSCLY and large overnight  )                 only wanted to make a difference.

hence needing the pretty nurse to look after him once again despite insisting that he is FINE he can take a little torture              ( seriously have you met my sister?  ).

“  i’m plenty comfortable.  it’s my RIBS that are just dyin’ to see you again, miss silver.  ”           the smile on his face grows as he looks over at her, laying back down only because she’s forcing him to.                 “  seein’ you outside of this tent would be a dream.  you think you’d come outta it and dance with a lonely sarge?  ”

smile  is  gentle,  recalling  the  first  time  she  had  tended  to  the  sergeant  with  a  roll  of  her  eyes.  when  she  had  first  joined  the  war  after  training  to  become  a  nurse,  she  had  done  so  to  attempt  to  breathe  some  kindness  into  the  soldier’s  she  would  be  treating.  to  attempt  to  make  some  sort  of  difference,  even  if  it  were  only  to  those  who  lay  before  her  to  be  treated.  it  was  difficult  to  tell  whether  she  had  accomplished  such  things,  but  she  liked  to  believe  so.

fondness  can  be  found  within  her  gaze  as  she  returns  to  the  other’s  side,  head  tilting  just  slightly  to  one  side.  “  i  would  prefer  it  if  they  weren’t.  ”  fingertips  are  gentle  against  his  skin  as  she  tends  to  his  fresh  injuries,  concentration  pinching  at  her  brow.

“  how  about  we  see  how  your  injuries  heal,  hm  ?  ”  though  she  cannot  help  but  smile  once  more,  gaze  lifting  to  meet  his  as  she  pressed  the  cloth  gently  to  his  side.  “  you  certainly  won’t  be  dancing  for  a  little  while,  i  am  afraid.  ”  cheeks  flush  just  slightly  at  the  thought  of  accepting  his  invite,  quickly  concentrating  back  on  the  task.  “  besides,  you  may  simply  call  me  silver  if  you  wish.  ”  

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frcznreign​:

“ really ? ”  he repeats tauntingly ,  head tilting .   “ because i can think of hundreds of  things that you have specifically asked me to not talk about . ”   laughing ,  he waits for her to get settled before he moves himself ;  letting his legs sprawl out a little more as he leans forwards ,  clasping her fingers in his ,  embracing the softness of he touch .   keeping quiet for once ,  he allows her to speak ;  eyes widening as she mentions her boat ,  trying to picture her on it ; smiling as he basks in the way she talks about it .  “ that sounds …  amazing . ”  he breathes out ,  squeezing her hands as he shuffles forwards again ,  wanting more .   “ did you ever encounter any pirates ? ”  he asks ,  before laughing at the ridiculousness of the question .    “how long were you even out there for ? ”

eyes  roll  at  his  comment,  allowing  a  small  laugh,  though  she  chooses  not  to  respond.  eyes  open  at  the  squeeze  to  her  hand,  a  smile  pulling  wider  across  her  lips  as  she  meets  his  gaze.  “  it  was  a  beautiful  time.  with  the  sea  air  in  my  lungs,  the  breeze  in  my  hair.  i  felt  as  though  i  could  do  anything.  ”  she  breathed  softly,  fingertips  gently  tracing  the  lines  against  felix’s  palm,  a  melodic  laugh  spilling  over  her  lips.  “  yes  actually.  i  did.  ”  thoughts  turn  to  irene  not  for  the  first  time,  fond  smile  reaching  her  eyes.  “  years.  on  and  off,  of  course.  but  there  was  a  long  portion  of  my  life  spent  at  sea.  the  crew  came  and  went,  and  i  would  allow  passing  merchants  passage  on  the  lady.  ”  words  grow  with  her  excitement,  bright  gaze  once  more  seeking  felix’s.

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frcznreign​:

he fights back the urge to dismiss her kind words ,  heart lurching as he yearns for her .  fingers hold onto her tightly ,  breath still shaking as he keeps himself close ,  eyes finally opening again to take her in as he sighs gently .  “ tu es tout pour moi. ”  he whispers ,  leaning back as he drops one hand to the cushions beside him ,  gaze meeting hers .  he goes quiet for a moment ,  muddling through the guilt of his selfishness before he eventually slides his hands back into his lap ,  letting her go properly .  “ would you be able to sit with me ? ”  he whispers , feeling ridiculous for the request ,  lips pressing together as he swallows down another lump in his throat . “ just for a little while .  i won’t keep you long .  i just …  need you ,  i think . ”

chest  aches  as  he  pulls  away  completely,  hands  settling  at  her  sides  as  she  watches  him  for  a  moment,  attempting  a  small  smile  at  his  words.  “  of  course.  ”  lifting  to  her  feet  instantly,  moving  to  settle  into  the  seat  beside  him.  “  you  have  me  for  as  long  as  you  need  me,  my  love.  ”  words  are  gentle,  just  as  her  touch  is  against  him,  pulling  him  slowly  into  her  arms.  “  i  would  happily  sit  here  forever,  as  long  as  i  am  with  you.  ”  eyes  close  as  she  whispers  her  reassurances,  fingertips  light  as  they  trace  against  his  arm,  attempting  to  swallow  down  the  tears  that  once  more  threatened  to  spill  over  her  cheeks.

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“Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference.”

— Barbara de Angelis

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frcznreign​:

he is so close to breaking that her apology only deepens his guilt ,  head shaking as he tries to dismiss it .  he knows that he deserves her behaviour   —-   he’s certain he deserves far worse ,  really .  he is just struggling to cope with it .  sighing ,  his fingers meet his forehead , rubbing away the tears in his eyes ,  gaze shifting away from hers again .   “ telling her why will only make it worse for her . ”  he whispers ,  swallowing thickly as he tries to straighten his posture ,  forcing himself to try and piece himself back together .  dropping his hands ,  his fingers knot together in his lap ,  gaze shifting down to look at them .   “ my father has placed a considerable threat upon her father’s company . ”  he explains .   “ he’s found something which would completely destroy it should he turn the evidence into the authorities .  marrying amara … ”  he finally looks up at her again .  “ is something that i have agreed to do so that he will hold his tongue about the entire thing .  i can’t let her lose what little she has left of them ,  silver ,  even if she would wish to fight me on it .  ” 

his  words  bring  a  shiver  to  her  spine,  leaning  back  as  she  processes  the  information,  one  hand  lifting  to  rub  against  her  own  forehead.  “  i  see.  ”  eye  squeeze  closed,  inhaling  a  deep  breath.  this  was  far  more  complicated  than  she  had  realised,  almost  wishing  she  had  not  asked  for  the  true  reason  for  this  marriage.  “  i  understand  you  are  choosing  to  do  this  as  it  is  what  you  believe  to  be  the  right  choice  for  cleo.  ”  pausing  a  moment,  eyes  opening  to  focus  on  the  other,  head  tilting  just  slightly.  “  but  don’t  you  feel  as  though  she  deserves  to  know  of  this  ?  that  she  deserves  the  opportunity  to  make  her  own  choice  after  knowing  everything  ?  ”  it  was  noble  of  him  to  go  through  this  to  save  cleo  the  responsibility  of  dealing  with  whatever  his  father  had  on  her  company  herself.  noble,  if  a  little  outdated.  “  i  assume  this  marriage  will  have  some  sort  of  business  gain  for  your  father  ?  and  that  is  why  he  is  forcing  this  ?  ”

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Cosette's costumes in BBC's Les Misérables (2018)

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brokenspy​:

                    in a way, she supposed, ‘in danger’ was some of the truth - for wasn’t a spy always in danger? she had plenty of enemies, plenty of people who would happily take her down, and she supposed most of her life with a weapon in her hand, telling lie after lie, pretending to be someone else. danger was just the job description, though it barely began to scratch the surface of all silver didn’t know. “in a way. it’s safer for both of us if we can talk somewhere a little more…private.”

nodding  slowly,  searching  sarah’s  face  for  some  tell  as  to  what  was  going  on.  “  alright.  ”  managing  a  small,  encouraging  smile,  gesturing  towards  the  door.  “  where  should  you  wish  to  go  ?  would  you  feel  more  comfortable  if  we  were  to  speak  at  your  home  ?  or  somewhere  else  entirely  ?  ”  keep  her  gaze  on  the  other’s,  smile  remaining  against  her  lips  as  she  attempted  to  figure  out  just  how  serious  this  all  was.

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shesdaylight​:

green eyes fall to her friend’s hand, as it rests upon hers.   it’s refreshing, how a simple gesture can mean so much.   how something as normal as friendship can lift her so easily.    “you certainly have a way of speaking, silver,” the blonde muses with a soft smile, eyes lifting to meet her friends’ gaze.   “how ever did you become so insightful?”

fingers  curl  around  the  others,  squeezing  softly  as  a  smile  lingers  against  her  lips.  “  i  hope  you  mean  that  in  a  good  way.  ”  soft  laugh  escapes,  glancing  away  for  a  moment.  “  i  wish  i  could  tell  you.  perhaps  i  am  simply  an  old  soul.  ”  eyes  sparkle  with  her  humour,  though  she  knows  rapunzel  won’t  quite  understand  the  depth  of  that  statement.

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You touch me and suddenly I feel a little less war torn. I’m not sure what peace is supposed to feel like but I think it may feel a lot like you

anatomy-of-rains  (via wnq-writers)

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brklynlost​:

she doesn’t make him feel small and unimportant, something he’s realized this war is capable of doing to a man with everything to lose and nothing to gain, rather she gives him a REASON to smile in the midst of mayhem.  he doesn’t know just what she’s experienced in this world, or that her experiences have simply made her kind.  all he knows is that when someone offers him kindness, he wants to embrace it.

“  sure, but somethin’ tells me i’m just gonna need a nurse a few more times before this war is done.  can i put in requests when i do?  ”               his smile grows.

unable  to  stop  the  gentle,  melodic  laugh  from  spilling  across  her  lips,  shaking  her  head  slightly  at  his  request.  allowing  a  thoughtful  hum  as  she  lifts  her  drink,  considering  his  words  for  a  moment.  “  i  am  sure  you  could  ask,  ”  pausing  as  set  her  drink  back  against  the  side,  turning  to  face  him  fully,  smile  lingering  against  her  lips  as  she  leans  just  slightly  closer.  “  though  i’m  not  entirely  sure  how  the  other  nurses  might  take  it.  ”

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