#Live-InCare

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Live-in care in your own home

The advantages of having live-in care.

In today's fast-paced world, ensuring the well-being of our loved ones, especially the elderly or those with special needs, can be a challenging task. This is where the concept of a live-in care comes into play.

With live-in care, you have a Care Professional who provides full-time care and assistance to individuals who need help with daily activities. This post explores the advantages of having a live-in Care Professional, the importance of companion care, and how it promotes independent living.

What can Live-in Care Professionals provide?

Live-in Care Professionals can provide one-on-one attention and personalized care to meet the specific needs of your loved one.

They can develop a deep understanding of the family dynamics and individual preferences, ensuring a higher level of comfort and satisfaction to deliver an outstanding care experience.

The Care Professional can adapt to the routines and schedules of your loved one and other family members to accommodate their unique requirements.

Live-in Care Professional Advantages

There are numerous live-in Care Professional advantages that can significantly benefit your family. Here are some of the key ones:

24/7 Care and Assistance

One of the primary advantages of having a live-in Care Professional is the provision of round-the-clock care. This ensures that your loved ones are safe and their needs are met promptly, even during the night.

Personalized Care

Live-in Care Professionals provide personalized care tailored to the individual's needs. This could range from assistance with daily tasks, medication management, to specialized care for those with specific health conditions.

Emotional Support and Companionship

Live-in Care Professionals offer more than just physical assistance; they provide emotional support and companionship, which is crucial for the mental well-being of your loved ones.

Peace of Mind

Knowing that your loved ones are in capable hands gives you peace of mind. You can go about your daily activities without worrying about their safety and well-being, which improves your quality of life and the life of your loved one.

The Importance of Companion Care

Companion care is an essential aspect of live-in care services. It involves providing companionship and emotional support to individuals who are elderly, disabled, or recovering from illness. The Care Professional engages in social activities with the individual, such as conversations, games, walks, and other recreational activities. This helps to combat feelings of loneliness and isolation, improving the individual's overall mental health.

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reading update: august 2023

wow what a month!!! I turned 27, I got to do so much work on a documentary on queer style, and most importantly I read a batch of really cool books that I'm so excited to ramble about. so let's cut the bullshit, here's what I've been reading!

Condomnauts (Yoss, 2013; trans. David Frye, 2018) - thank you to, who else, tumblr user @condomnauts for the recommendation! the premise of this book is so sensational: humankind has taken to the stars and become part of a bustling galactic community, with a catch: politeness demands that when different species get together to trade, they open negotiations by sending members from each crew to have sex with each other. these "condomnauts" are highly in demand among humans, since it takes a very particular kind of person to figure out how to bone down with someone who isn't even remotely human. but it's not all fun or free-wheeling space orgies; our protagonist, Josue, is up to his eyes in unresolved trauma from the miserable violence and poverty of his upbringing (seriously, look up those trigger warnings; it gets pretty yucky out there) and has definitely never been to space therapy. ultimately this book isn't as much of a romp as I might have hoped and does fall a bit more into "let's explain at length how the sci-fi tech works" than I usually like, but. BUT. I have to say, the payoff at the (deep sigh) climax of the book (and it is, in fact, a climax) took me totally by surprise and made me SHRIEK with delight when I realized what was about to happen; huge props to Yoss for bringing that particular plot point so perfectly full circle.

Raw Dog: The Naked Truth About Hot Dogs (Jamie Loftus, 2023) - I'm a huge fan of all of Jamie Loftus' nonfiction podcast series (go listen to Ghost Church, like, immediately. stop reading this an go do it) so I was naturally pretty fucking stoked for her first foray into nonfiction books. the premise is simple enough: driven by a need to consume a truly terrifying amount of hot dogs for research, Loftus and her boyfriend set off on a cross-country road trip, sampling hot dogs across America so that Loftus can alternate descriptions of the most iconic contemporary hot dogs with an investigation of the hot dog's sordid past. as is pretty much the signature of Jamie Loftus' work, to me, the end result is much funnier, weirder, and sadder than the innocuous-sounding premise would suggest; in addition to the perils of colonialism, capitalism, COVID-19, and factory farming, Loftus does a remarkably tactful job documenting the the downfall of her own relationship as she searches for the perfect dog. cannot recommend enough, an incredible debut.

Yellowface (R.F. Kuang, 2023) - a couple of months ago I read my first R.F. Kuang book, Babel, and thought that it couldn't possibly live up to the amount of hype that it was getting at the time. and I was wrong! Babel was tremendous! but surely R.F. Kuang, that crazy son of a gun, couldn't pull it off twice in one year. and yet! Yellowface was a book I found hard to put down, because with each chapter came some fresh new BUGFUCK CRAZY BULLSHIT from our terrible, terrible protagonist. maybe the plot hinging so much on extremely online book discourse will make it inaccessible for some readers, but as someone who used to spend a lot of time on lit twitter I got it and felt seen. honestly, if this kind of discourse broke loose on twitter tomorrow - a white author stealing the work of her Chinese-American friend? publishing it after her friend's tragic premature death?? changing her name to sound more racially ambiguous??? - I might go crawling back to X dot com just to gawk. this is a satirical thriller of the highest order, and if you love mess as much as me you will gobble this shit up.

The Prisoner's Wife (asha bandele, 1999) - and now for a totally different vibe than I've been bringing you so far! bandele's memoir is an absolutely wrenching account of falling in love with Rashid, a man incarcerated for murder and the ensuing fight to build a life together. bandele is a poet and it shows; her words flow beautifully even in the ugliest of circumstances. this is no suffering porn but a nakedly honest account, all of the good and all of the bad in her relationship. the struggles are never limited to the inhumanity of American carceral system, and the reader is also witness to the usual growing pains of two people learning how to love each other heightened by the enormous obstacles of stolen autonomy. but for every moment of difficulty there is love, such an enormity of love that you at time feel the need to look away from someone being so vulnerable. but I'm so grateful bandele shared the way she did. even reading the book two decades after its publication, with the knowledge that she and her husband Rashid would ultimately divorce, did nothing to dull the love. the love was real, and bandele captured it with devastating precision.

Clay's Ark (Octavia E. Butler, 1984) - god, I love Octavia. just when you think you know where she's going with a story of a creepy codependent psychic cult she zags on you and introduces a SECOND creepy codependent cult, this time in the form of a bunch of HORNY PARASITIC SPACE WEREWOLVES hiding out in the desert! there was no mention of Mary and the Pattern! where are they, Octavia? why are they sending people into space? what does it mean that aliens are in play now? are they going to fight in the next book? god, I hope they fight. there was some gruesome shit in Clay's Ark, but man was I compelled.

My Wandering Warrior Existence (Nagata Kabi, 2020; trans. Jocelyne Allen, 2022) - this was a really exciting new turn for Nagata's graphic memoirs! this one is a great reflection on ✨romance✨ as Nagata begins the arduous work of trying to figure out what romance means to them and what she'd actually want out of a relationship. there was a lot that I related to immensely, although our outcomes may be different - in my case, I realized that building so many mental hurdles for myself because I didn't want to be in a relationship at all. watching someone else navigate that journey at a later age than people are usually expected to is so cool, especially doing it so thoughtfully and with such candor and coming from a place of queerness. I don't know where things are going for Nagata Kabi, but I'm excited for the next translation of her work to be released in November. and I really recommend this graphic memoir to anyone trying to figure out their own romance situation, whether or not you're read the preceding volumes; it can stand quite well on its own!

Love, Hate & Clickbait (Liz Bowery, 2022) - guys. listen. I was so prepared to hate this romance novel, but "a governor forces two of her male staffers to fake date each other to win #woke points" is pretty heinous premise! and it SUPER doesn't help that one of these guys, Thom, is a stone cold manipulative bastard who's chronically online and obsessed with his job to a generally terrifying degree. (the other guy, Clay, is just kind of a doofus who's been, I think, accidentally autism-coded.) but by the end [SPOILERS] Thom has uuuuuh suffered complete and total ego death and renounced his entire life, and it kind of rules? idk, the fake dating might be kind of long and tedious if you're not into fake dating, by which I mean it was tedious for me, but the climax really catapulted it up the list of romance novels I've read this year. also I regret to say the sex is pretty good.

Docile (K.M. Szpara, 2020) - god almighty I put off actually getting to this book for YEARS but I'm glad I did, because I don't know if I would have had the range to appreciate her back in 2020. the basic bones premise - a slightly future dystopia in which those in extreme debt can take a drug called Dociline to become a passive blank slate and sell themselves as servants for the ultrawealthy - barely scratches the surface; it's an intoxicating story about power, control, cobsession, consent, vulnerability, exploitation, capitalism, and loss of self in so many different ways. also I once again regret to say that the sex is pretty good. I completely understand why this book wouldn't be someone's cup of tea - jesus CHRIST read those content warnings - but I couldn't read it fast enough.

Carnal Knowledge: Sex Education You Didn't Get in School (Zoë Ligon and Elizabeth Renstrom, 2020) - what a fun book! for those of y'all who don't know Ligon's work, she's the owner of Spectrum Boutique, a Detroit-based sex toy store that I endorse wholeheartedly and as often as possible! Ligon has put together a great little book of beginner's sexual affirmations, covering everything from body image to pubic hair to relationship styles as well as, naturally, sex toys. it's a great read for anybody, and Renstrom's whimsical, vibrant photos make it a delight to flip through. I'd recommend it for anyone, especially my many anons over the years who have asked how to start getting more comfortable thinking and talking about sexuality. it's a great place to start, a gorgeous little safe space of a book that welcomes everyone to think more widely about pleasure and how to find it.

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Xacto- Meant for.

*Episode 1: Creation*

Episode 1:

Creation x Life

Before the universe we know, there was a first realm—a realm where Life itself was created, shaped by the will of the Prime Instigate. This being, wanting to see beyond its own understanding, recreated the essence that enabled sentience—the essence of life itself.

Three beings were gifted this sentience. Known as "ConConstructs," they were brought forth from mere material, animated by the concept of life. Simpler in nature than the Root, yet imbued with extraordinary power. These beings could wield "Essence" in its purest form, without the need for comprehension or study. Their understanding was resolute—one single, immutable way.

However, the gift of Essence was not merely in its use. The ConConstructs were also endowed with the ability to design new forms of Essence, shaping the very nature of existence. This gift came from the Prime Instigate's "Forming Thoughts," threads of creation known as "Forming Threads." Through these, the ConConstructs could share in the Instigate’s power, creating new realities from their own imaginations.

The Prime Instigate desired more than it could create alone, and so it watched as the ConConstructs flourished. These first three beings took names: Forr, Itt, and Trii—together forming the "TriCon."

Forr, master of the elements, shaped the states of matter—solid, liquid, and beyond. Trii, the architect of space, shaped gravity and the laws governing the universe’s structure. Itt, the mother of life, sought to give form to living beings. From herself, she created the Constructs—a second generation of sentient life.

Among Itt’s creations, her masterpiece was Incar—a being so perfect it was deemed worthy of the Prime Instigate's presence. Incar was given the same task as Itt: to search for thoughts and ideas that would fill the world. Together, Itt and Incar shared the "Essence of Life" with the other ConConstructs, enabling them to shape new forms of existence.

Thus, the first realm, now named "Editt-Ertt," became a world teeming with creation, life, and the unending search for meaning. But with such creation came conflict, and from conflict, the beginning of… decolorization.

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Pebalap Astra Honda Incar Sejarah Juara IATC di Seri Sepang

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Web 2.0 (Everything Digital!)

Web 2.0 refers to the second generation of the World Wide Web, which is characterized by the transition from static web pages to dynamic, interactive web applications. It includes social networking sites, blogs, wikis, video sharing sites, and other web-based applications that allow users to create and share content, collaborate, and interact with each other. Web 2.0 also emphasizes user-generated content, user-centered design, and the use of open standards and APIs to enable interoperability and data sharing.

Web 2.0 has brought about significant changes to the way people interact with the internet. Sone of the key changes include:

User-generated content: With Web 2.0, users are no longer passive consumers of content but active creators and contributors. They can create, share, and collaborate on content, such as blogs, videos and wikis.

Social networking: Web. 2.0 has enabled the rise of social networking sites, such as Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn, which allow users to connect, share, and communicate with each other in real-time.

Interactivity: Web 2.0 sites are more interactive and dynamic than their predecessors, with features such as AJAX, which allows for seamless and responsive user interfaces.

Openness and interoperability: Web 2.0 emphasizes the use of open standards and APIs to enable data sharing, collaboration, and interoperability between different applications and services.

Mobile computing: Web 2.0 has enabled the rise of mobile computing, with the proliferation of smartphones and tablets, and the development of mobile apps and responsive web design.

Currently the five most popular Web 2.0 sites are Facebook, Youtube, Wikipedia, Twitter, and LinkedIn. My personal favorites are Youtube, Instagram, and Snapchat. What are your favorite Web 2.0 sights?

Want to know more about Web 2.0? Check out the links below!

https://www.linkedin.com/

[paulgadzikowski]

I used to think, till about 2007 I guess, that as a Time Lord ages incarnations are less and less able to knock the appearance of aging off you, and last shorter and shorter: because the Doctor claimed to be middle aged in his fourth incarnation while leading a much more active and consequented life than normal; and because Borusa kept regenerating into old men, four (at least, just the ones we saw) in a string from the middle of one of the Doctor's lives until the middle of the next. The only other people we even saw regeneration evidence of before Utopia were Romana and the Teacher/Cho Je, who were respectively a top student at the Academy and a powerful enough being to time travel without a TARDIS, so their actions can't be relied on to be examples of the standard.

Nowadays, though, we know that the Doctor's regeneration cycle is the last one we ought to be taking as any kind of standard example. Even aside from that we have a lot of data contradicting my former theory: the General's tenth regeneration going from an old man incarnation into a young woman incaration, the Master's apparent age during his second(?) cycle hopping back and forth like mad.

But wait, these options are more about how a Time Lord ages from childhood to adulthood than about regeneration and I've hijacked the post

I was wondering what do you think about ages and gallifreyans/timelords

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I have more thoughts, but first I wanna thank you for indulging in my crack mind, so thanks! I don’t expect fics, and I just enjoy expanding and creating more concepts since they’re vague and allow more creativity to flow in. Blasphemous, but have some Sympathetic Hylia agenda. I was thinking about the implications in the lore and manga. Hylia is canonically a goddess only in name. She didn’t create life, the worlds or anything; all of that falls under Din, Nayru, and Farore. Her only purpose was to protect the triforce, which she fails in doing so. I think that affected her in being more callous and cold. She can’t afford to fail even though her failure seemed almost unavoidable. She can’t use the triforce against a demo lord, and in the manga she’s looked down and isn’t exactly believed by others about what will occur with demons taking the land, which kinda makes since(but if an celestial being told me demons were gonna come then i would listen) The bond between The golden goddess seems very detached, as long as the triforce is protected and safe then everything is okay, not accounting for the lives of land they built. All the gods & goddesses are pretty apathetic to the pleas of people, and it’s surprising that Hylia even tries to save them, but I guess she got pretty attached to her “home” // Yandere starts when you fall into not-hyrule yet and meet the repressed and awkward first! link from the manga. Not yet chosen by Hylia, and you bond with this not hero guy, and he mostly bonds with you out of pity because clearly you’re just beggar who hit her head and starting spouting nonsense, probably insane, and it's also spreading because clearly this isn’t a logical choice, but Link has never a person of logic. You meet Hylia while wandering in this soon to be apocalyptic world (honestly imaging a large crack in ground as the Demise and his demon begin their conquest and quite literally come from the depths of hell to take over) and Hylia is attempt to spread word without being “do not be afraid” but it hasn’t really worked yet. You accidentally blurt out “Zelda” confusing her, since clearly she is not this “Zelda”. Hylia, in my opinion, isn’t exactly the brightest, but she tries her best. Link and Hylia meet, bonds grow, and life goes to hell when Link is left to rot in the dungeons, changing him to a more colder and repressed man. Hylia is more desperate and growing more tired and frustrated that everything against Demise is proving to be futile. The one person who seems to keep together is you, but their love is stifling and you're starting to forget why you’re even here—why are you even here? You bleakley realize that your fantasy life isn’t very great and that you might die or be stuck in this well intended gilded cage by your loved ones. You create, indirectly and unknowingly, an ocarina as a self indulgent gift that gets blessed by Nayru: the ocarina of time. In the end, you die and everything is futile, or you thought before you woke up. Regret is strong as you recall the fact that 1) you died 2) your love ended in bitterness and hatred 3) you’re apparently alive while your lovers aren’t. You never did find out why you were there in the first place either. Bittersweet, but Hylia thinks “Zelda” as name because you called her that, or “Lia” affectionately before your relationship turned cold and bitter.

Now I have an au for tethered au called Replaced hero/kill the hero au. You do get reincarnation but you look nothing like you first did, so imagine the angst and shock and relief when you walk around and see a link with a copy of yourself that hylian, and then they walk past you, never looking back. Maybe you were never enough. Sure you look nothing like you used to, but your ears are still round and maybe you do behave differently but you died! How can anyone behave the same after going through something like that? dirven hy spite you decided to fuck it and give hylia a piece of mind by taking and venting on her incarceration: Zelda… only to attached when you realize both of you have been abandoned by the same person. You take the place of the hero, while confusing him because where was his journey? only to forget because his “goddess” was next to him and took priority. Hylia is smug, but also internally panicking because who the hell is this odd human? You and Zelda are busy flirting and ignoring the fact that you were originally planning to kill her. It’s going to be a bit of a shock to both the Chain and Hylia, because if that's you then who are the “(y/n)”?

IT'S NO PROBLEM I LOVE PEOPLE SHARING THEIR IDEAS!

@yandere-linked-universe Because I gotta tag you for this stuff.

I love the concept of the Player (If you're not talking about the Player I apologise!) being a basic kick-starter to the story! A voice of reason for those who are losing to it! After all, it's just a game, right? Maybe the Player is just here to get the show going, help Hylia, help the hero, help Hyrule! Right?

But then it starts to get....dark.

The first hero had experienced a traumatic experience like no other. Their Goddess is now just a former husk of herself, this isn't supposed to happen, right?

They're up in the sky now, cold, tired, watching the clouds below as people weep In the background. Hyrule is lost, they're now on what will later be dubbed Skyloft and Hylia is just distant. All you really have now is your Ocarina.

You die,

But then you're not dead.

Thus begins the events of the Replaced Hero.

Honestly I love it!

[thecobraghost]

Is no one going to comment on the fact that Miller is now somewhere warm and he can try to surf somehow? I'm glad he gets to have a planet he can be happy on.

BUT...

My kids are happy and together and that's all incare about. I'm really happy with the finale tbh. Murphy, Emori, Raven, Octavia, Miller (my kids) are finally at somewhat peace and are happy and are now living their best lives (still really pissed that they can't have any offspring, like bicth i was expecting a Memori baby but noooo)

Indra, Gaia, Echo and Niylah who were born on the ground, don't have to fight anymore and can finally live their lives without worrying about their next war

Jackson and Miller are just the cutest and my heart is soft for them

Clarke. I know I've not liked you for years but I'm glad that she got to see Lexa again (MY LOVE) I'm sad that she wasn't able to have Madi with her but she can now rest and not start anymore genocides (please note the lowkey humor)

LEVITT oh baby boy I'm glad he wasn't using our O and actually likes her. I'm glad Octavia has found someone to be happy with. I know that Lincoln would of been proud of her.

PICASSO SURVIVED!! I WAS ABOUT TO START A RIOT IF THEY KILLED HER. I WAS READY TO THROW SOME HANDS IF THEY KILLED HER PRECIOUS SOUL OFF. I'm glad they didn't.

I wish there was kids with them, you know? Like they deserved to grow up on that little beach area and they deserved to be loved

Why there wasn't any nod/thanks to Monty and Harper idk. Or other characters talking about others that we've lost like my bby boy Jasper and I guess...Finn

Also, did Clarke just forget that Wells ever existed?

No mention of Kane? - disappointed but not surprised

No mention of a last Fuck You to Jaha? - wasted opportunity (I loathe that man for being an arsehile to my son Murphy)

But I honestly liked the finale in some ways. The music was beautiful, ugh I'm happy. I rewatxhed the first episode and omg they were all babies and its mad to see how far they've all came.

[roxannepolice]

Welp, so this is one of those things that won't let me sleep until I've rambled about it... Like, there's hivemindedness, body-mind relation, emotions, identity.

I'll start with the easy bit, that is emotions, because on the one hand the above quote is excellent in paralleling non-interference with machine-like coldness. But on the other, cybermen specifically do interfere (or rather are an interference incar... inchromate?), obviously not out of compassion, but they do represent the dystopia of erasing all suffering. Not through solving all the reasons for suffering but through making suffering itself impossible.

Sth sth the final civilization of the universe are infantile cannibal human heads in mini death stars. And it's specifically Saif humans spent some time existing as hard drives.

But really, this still ties back to body-mind relation and how this relates to regeneration and "upgrading". Like, ok, neuroscience has changed over the past few decades. When cybermen were first introduced they appear to rely on the brain as the seat of the mind and the idea of ceasing to adjust environment to humans and instead adjusting humans to environment was all the rage. So the idea of emotionless cyborgs that do have a human-like brain but got rid of all the rest had to arrive. But think of it.

The first cybermen story is also the first regeneration story.

Could it be that the concept of changing your whole body while maintaining the identity somehow sprung up from getting rid of everything but a brain? Like, cybermen don't have emotions, but over the years they were established as having some level of individual memories, albeit... Well, uploaded into the matrix.

The problem is that now it turns out the brain as seat of mind is less and less likely. Yes, that's where most thought processes occur, but apparently the bundle of nerves in the solar plexus/stomach area has the processing capacity of an adult cat???? Sorry, since I read that one article I haven't stopped thinking about how this was measured. Maybe my autocorrect had a point in brain in a cat?

But leaving cats and vats behind, I am wondering about just what data is stored in the matrix vs cybermen net. Like, when Roberts!Master absorbs Eight's lives he specifically talks about FEELING his memories, so the kind of data cybermen net specifically wouldn't have? Or. maybe it would but it would display the do not have the software necessary to open this file message?

Wow, and while we're at it: TARDISes! Another entity on the verge of machinery, organicness and sentience!

I guess what I'm trying to do, apart from getting my stupid brain to let me sleep, is say both time lords and cybermen have proven way too fascinating a trip into dualism and lack thereof.

I really am stuck on Time Lords are closer to Cybermen then one would think.

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100. Floyd Lawton (Deadshot)

100. Floyd Lawton (Deadshot)

 Michael Rowe

 "Love is a bullet in the brain, and if you believe any different, you're as crazy as she is."

 Arrow

 Assassin. Sharp Shooter. Does not miss.

 Floyd Lawton was written out of „Arrow“ by killing him of because of the first Suicide Squad-Live Action Movie, where Will Smith played another incaration of the character.

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero, @magic713m, @ccboomer, @aubsenroute, @somebodyswatson

Chapter Twenty-Eight The Flight of the Prince

The pain of the stab wound faded slowly, but the ache in Harry’s heart did not. He still struggled to breathe and struggled to make sense of what he had just seen. Snape had killed Dumbledore… no, Dumbledore could not be dead.

Someone laughed. Then there was a snarl next to Harry’s ear, a snarl that Harry knew belonged to Greyback. Fawkes cried out, and Harry saw the phoenix scratch at Greyback’s arm as Greyback reached for Harry’s neck.

There was a flash of white light and both Greyback and Fawkes were thrown aside.

“Leave Potter,” Snape said. He tightened his hand into the collar of Malfoy’s robes and hauled Malfoy to his feet. “He’s for the Dark Lord.” And without looking at Harry, he pulled Malfoy down the stairs.

Snape’s admonishment did not seem to be enough for Greyback. As Harry scrambled for his wand, he felt Greyback’s clawed hands tear into the back of his robes and pull him upright. Greyback’s breath was hot on Harry’s neck. Blood and saliva dripped down the inside of Harry’s robes. Harry felt the scratches left by Greyback’s claws as he struggled to get away, but it was if they were tearing into someone else’s body. Right now, nothing mattered except getting to his wand and going after Snape.

“Greyback,” Yaxley snarled. “If you kill Potter, the Dark Lord will torture and kill you. He will not see it as a favour.”

Reluctantly, Greyback threw Harry aside.

Harry scrambled across the floor towards his wand. He grasped it in his broken and bloodied hand and turned, just in time to shout, “Petrificus Totalus!” but the spell passed harmlessly over Yaxley’s head.

Harry pushed himself to his feet and ran down the stairs, right into Remus’ arms.

“Harry!”

Harry tried to scramble past him as hard as he had tried to escape Greyback. “No — Snape —”

“Harry, you’re covered in blood —”

“I have to get Snape —” Harry shoved Remus aside and ran down the stairs. He leapt over the rubble of the archway and slipped in blood. He did not have time to see whose it was.

“Harry!”

He saw Sirius struggling to stand, leaning against Regulus Black, but it was not Sirius that Harry was looking for.

“It’s over, time to go!” Snape’s voice echoed down the corridor, and Harry rushed after it.

He passed Ginny dueling Amycus, as the man cackled and shouted, “Crucio!” over and over. The light of each curse struck the area around Ginny’s feet, forcing her back and keeping her from casting her own spell.

Harry shouted, “Impedimenta!” launching the man backwards. He did not pause to check that Ginny was alright. He hurried after Snape, and passed Ron and McGonagall, each engaged in their own duel. Tonks was dueling another Death Eater at the end of the corridor.

“Harry, where did you come from?” Ginny shouted, but he was well past her, ducking under a stray blast from Tonks’ duel. The wall cracked above his shoulder and dust rained down on his head. His foot caught against something and he sprawled onto the stone floor. He glanced back to see Neville, blood soaking his face and the front of his robes.

Harry remembered tripping in the forest around the Quidditch World Cup. He had thought it was a root, but it had been Bertha Jorkins’ body.

His heart raced and his head filled with the sound of rushing water. But then Neville groaned, and Harry did not feel relief, exactly, but his thoughts refocused. Snape was his real goal.

Harry scrambled back to his feet and kept running. He had to act. If he could just get to Snape, he could fix this. It was Snape’s fault this had happened, and Snape could undo this. It was Snape’s fault, he told himself as he ducked into one of the hidden corridors. It was Snape’s fault, because if he stopped thinking that for a moment, his own guilt would overwhelm him.

If he had just listened to Dumbledore, if he had just believed Dumbledore when Dumbledore had said that Malfoy knew nothing of Horcruxes, then Harry would not have taken the sword up to the tower. He would not have pursued Malfoy so relentlessly. Dumbledore had told him, and Cedric had told him, and Neville had told him not to chase Malfoy. They had all warned him against it, and he hadn’t listened.

And now Dumbledore was dead, because he and Fawkes had been trying to protect Harry.

Snape had not gone back towards the Room of Requirement, so if he was leaving, he was headed to the grounds. Harry had taken the secret paths of Hogwarts and travelled through hidden corridors over and over in his six years at Hogwarts. Snape had a head start, but Harry knew all the shortcuts. If he hurried, he could catch up. If he hurried, Snape could undo this.

He stumbled out of a corridor on the second floor, right into Ernie Macmillan and a small group of Hufflepuffs.

“Harry, what’s —”

“Out of my way!” Harry pushed past Pearl Lais and Susan Bones and leapt down the marble stairs of the entrance hall three at a time. Students, Slytherin and Hufflepuff alike, huddled in the corners, having come up from below to see what the commotion was and found Death Eaters. The doors had been blasted open and the hour glass that recorded Gryffindor’s points had shattered. Harry slipped on spilled rubies and spilled blood as he ran through the grand doors.

He saw Snape, or the shadow of him, dragging Malfoy across the grounds to the gates. Harry, though his legs burned and his face felt cold, redoubled his efforts to catch them. If they reached the gates, they could Disapparate, and they would be gone forever, and so would Dumbledore.

As his feet touched grass something struck him in the back and he tumbled forward. His face hit the ground and he bit his tongue. Blood filled his mouth and his nose. He rolled over and threw a curse at the first thing that moved.

“Impedimenta!” The turquoise light fired from his wand, barely grazing the shoulder of one of the Carrow siblings. He could hardly tell them apart in the darkness. He pushed himself to his feet and fired again, catching the other straight in the chest. Then he kept running.

He heard and saw the flashes of a duel to his right, but he ignored it, focused only on getting to Snape before he crossed the grounds of Hogwarts. He was close, so close —

“Stupefy!” Harry shouted, but his curse sailed harmlessly past Snape’s head.

Snape shoved Draco forward, and Harry could see the gates.

James, Lily, and Cedric, stood just beyond the boundary of the grounds, illuminated by the waning moon and the pale green light of the Dark Mark, with their wands drawn. Their words were unintelligible through the barriers and wards around the castle grounds, but their anxiety was clear.

“Run, Draco,” Snape shouted, and he shoved Draco towards the gates.

Harry shouted, “Cruc —”

But Snape was faster, and Harry was thrown to the ground.

There was an explosion, and the hill was washed in an orange light. Harry flinched, expecting heat, but the fire was not close. Up the path, Hagrid’s hut was alight with flame.

“Fang’s in there, yeh evil —” Hagrid’s voice carried across the grounds.

Harry got to his feet. “Cruc —” Harry tried again, but again Snape knocked him down with another wordless spell.

“No Unforgivable Curses from you, Potter,” said Snape.

Harry could barely hear him over the pounding in his ear, the roar of the fire in Hagrid’s hut, and Fang’s yelps as he struggled to get free.

“You haven’t got the nerve nor the ability —”

“Incar —”

But Snape flicked his wand, and the spell fizzled out as it reached the end of Harry’s wand.

“Fight back!” Harry shouted. “Fight back, you coward — Stupe —”

“Blocked again and again, Potter, until you learn to keep your mind closed and your mouth shut.” Snape’s eyes slipped past Harry. “Yaxley! Alecto and Amycus, let us be gone before the Ministry arrives!”

“Impedi —”

Pain ripped through every fiber of Harry’s body and he crumpled into the grass. He was familiar with the Cruciatus Curse, familiar with the sensation that nothing else mattered but the pain and the only way it was going to end was with his death.

“No!” Snape’s voice shouted, and the torture ended abruptly. “Have you forgotten our orders? Potter belongs to the Dark Lord. We are to leave him. Now go!”

Alecto cackled as she passed Harry. More footsteps ran past him and he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. Hatred as Harry had never felt before coursed through him. He stood.

“She trusted you!” Harry shouted as Snape retreated. “You loved her and you betrayed her twice —”

Snape turned and something hot and sharp struck Harry in the face. He fell backwards. All the air left his body as he hit the ground, and his vision went white with pain. He struggled to breathe again as he pushed himself into a sitting position, just in time to see Snape throw the gates open.

James, Lily, and Cedric were knocked aside, and Snape, Malfoy, and the Death Eaters were gone before they were back on their feet.

Snape was gone, and Dumbledore was dead.

His parents rushed to his side. He heard his mother distantly ask if he was alright, but he didn’t have the strength to answer her. His rage was melting away. He felt cold and drained. Numbness in his hands, his face, and his heart took over. He could not even cry.

“Harry, where are you hurt?” Lily asked.

“Harry,” James said, “can you hear us? What’s happened? Is everyone alright? We saw the Dark Mark in Hogsmeade — Williamson went to get the Ministry —”

Though his tongue felt like lead, he managed to say three words: “Snape killed Dumbledore.”

James pushed back Harry’s hair. “No, Snitch, that can’t be right —”

“I saw it —” and for the first time since Harry had seen the jet of green light from the tip of Snape’s wand, tears welled up in Harry’s chest. He choked on a sob. “Dad, I know what I saw.”

James wrapped his arms around him and Harry buried his face into his father’s chest.

“Maybe Hagrid knows something,” Lily said.

“Here he comes with Cedric — Hagrid, is your house alright?” James called.

“S’not too bad,” Hagrid said. “Cedric’s quick with tha’ water spell.”

“Comes from dueling a dragon,” Cedric said.

“Anyway, it’s nothin’ Dumbledore won’ be able to put righ’.”

Harry pulled himself out of his father’s arms and tried to stand. Lily and James grabbed an arm each.

“Course I was bindin’ up a couple o’ bowtruckle legs when I heard ‘em comin’,” Hagrid sighed. “They’ll’ve bin burnt ter twigs, poor little things…”

Harry wrenched his hands away from his parents and trudged up to the castle.

“Harry, where are you going?” Lily asked, getting to her feet to follow him.

“Harry, what’s happened?” asked Cedric, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to say it twice.

Though the light from the fire in Hagrid’s cabin had gone out, the light from inside the castle spilled out from the open doors. Students had begun to head out onto the grounds. Some pointed up at the Dark Mark. Some stood in clusters with their friends, holding hands and whispering in fear. A few had begun to wander towards the base of the Astronomy Tower, towards the lump that rested in the grass.

“What’re they all lookin’ at?” asked Hagrid.

“Oh no —” Lily gasped. “Did someone get thrown —?”

“No…” James’ voice was little more than a whisper. He left Harry and broke into a run. He pushed past the crowd of students and Harry hoped with all the strength he could muster that his father was right, that Harry had been mistaken after all, and it was not Dumbledore lying in a broken heap at the base of the Astronomy Tower.

But as Harry, Lily, Hagrid, and Cedric pushed their way through the crowd of students, he knew in his heart what they would find.

At the base of the Astronomy Tower lay Dumbledore’s body. His arms and legs were sprawled unnaturally, and his eyes seemed to gaze directly up at the Dark Mark. His glasses had fallen nearby. Blood trickled from his mouth.

Harry could not remember how to breathe.

James fell to his knees and his wand fell from his hand. “No,” he said again. His hand trembled and he grabbed Dumbledore’s shoulder, as if he thought he might simply need to shake Dumbledore awake. “No!”

Lily, too, knelt beside Dumbledore and put her arms around James. Hagrid burst into tears, huge, gasping sobs that rivaled Fang’s howls.

Cedric gripped Harry’s shoulder. His hands dug into the wounds from Greyback’s claws. Harry was only distantly aware of the pain. He managed to take his eyes off Dumbledore and his parents and look up at Cedric.

He was not sobbing like Hagrid, but tears streaked his cheeks just the same.

In the Triwizard Tournament, Harry had felt so small beside Cedric, so undeserving of the title of Champion. Now, they stood shoulder to shoulder, but Harry felt like he had not grown at all. He was still weak, useless, unable to help. All those hours he had spent in Dumbledore’s office learning what he needed to know to defeat Voldemort had meant nothing on top of that Astronomy Tower. All those duels he had practiced with his parents over the summer had been useless once he’d lost his wand. All those Healing spells Sirius had taught him were wasted.

Harry was nothing. He was not a hero, and he was certainly not “the Chosen One.”

Cedric pulled Harry into his arms and buried his face in Harry’s neck. Harry heard faint, muffled gasps as Cedric cried into the very part of Harry that Greyback had threatened not an hour ago. Harry thought if he closed his eyes, he might never open them again, but he did wrap his arms around Cedric and hold him close.

Harry was not a hero, but at least he was not alone.

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head over heels // b.b — [10]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; mentions of drugs and drug abuse and explicit sexual references; mentions of anxiety, depressive thoughts, suicide, post-traumatic stress; fluff [in later chapters]

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Word count: 1422

Author’s Note: Apologies for the late update omgggg. I hope you like this chapter because slow burns are always the best to read. 

10. story

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It had been three long months since the day [Name] had told Bucky she loved him. And it had been three long months since he had last seen her.

Bucky was a fool. Impulses did that to people, impulses drove you to act and behave in a way you otherwise wouldn’t. It was in an impulse that Bucky left [Name] that fateful day after she had cleaned his house and made breakfast for him, and never turned back. His impulse made him forget that she had given him multiple chances despite his past, and he hadn’t been able to do the same for her. He felt worse than he normally would, but for some reason, she had taught him to carry on despite the internal struggles.

The image of her prison tattoo stayed clear in his mind. Prisons don’t tattoo prison numbers on people, she had done it to herself—marking a story she imprinted on herself. It was perhaps so that she wouldn’t forget, a story he had no idea about yet had judged her for.

Steve noticed he was doing better than before, his house was still clean and his mind wasn’t as tormented. He had even accompanied the Avengers on missions, while Steve traveled and learned more that life had to offer him. Bucky now did things he couldn’t before, but the truth was, he felt more depressed than he did before.

When he was not on missions, or was an Avenger, Bucky spent his time teaching martial arts to teenagers. Teenagers these days were unlike the teens from his time—they were brutally honest and were easily distracted. However, they had named him something that stuck; Bucky’s name, despite being ‘Buck’ or ‘Bucky’ by the kids, was often replaced with ‘cold’ and ‘mysterious’. No one had called him ‘cold’ before, or if they had, at least never to his face.

Every man had his secret sorrows which the world did not know about, and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.

And his heart yearned for [Name]. He hadn’t allowed himself to step near her cafe in those three months. He had shaved, but hadn’t cut his hair—which had become a signature part of him. Steve never asked about her whenever he was around and kept conversations about Bucky’s love life as limited as possible. He missed her smile, he missed how shy she got sometimes when he’d flirt with her and he missed the times she actually would flirt back.

He missed her silly drawings on his coffee cup, and he missed her laugh. Oh, her laugh could take the very life out of his eyes and he would still want it to be the last thing he’d ever heard. Bucky missed her the way people missed the warmth during winter, not as a choice but more of a necessity—and no matter how filled the rooms he entered were, nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

That evening, Bucky was walking home after buying groceries for the week. Bread, eggs, basic necessities that had run out. He was never too good at cooking but for some reason, because she had shown him that his house was capable of hosting such necessities, he had never stopped stocking them there. He was several blocks away from BlueBell’s cafe, but that night—his yearning for her was a tad bit different.

Perhaps, it was because he was slowly getting tired of being called cold. He was tired of missing her warmth that had eventually turned him the way he was. A functioning adult, depressed and grieving. He knew the fault was on him for walking out, but he didn’t know what he could do to rectify it. He remembered her words, loud and clear, as if she spoke them to him yesterday, and shut his eyes.

That’s okay. Bucky, everything is alright. I’m here. Always. With your coffee.

Tears filled his eyes but he knew how to not let them fall. He backtracked instantly, the courage he found then that he couldn’t find for three months finally allowed him to rush to the cafe, which was on the other side of the block. He held the bag of eggs and bread tightly, but his eyes were dead fixed on reaching BlueBell’s.

His steps slowed and his eyes widened and his heart picked up pace at what fell before him. There, where the cafe once was, stood another building as if there was no cafe there, to begin with. Bucky’s words almost exited his mouth and a sudden wave of nausea hit him out of nowhere. No, he thought before trying frantically to look for someone who could tell him what had happened. It can’t be, he thought before trying to look for answers in the middle of a concrete jungle.

    “H-Hey—” He grabbed the nearest passers-by before asking fanatically, “There was a c-cafe here…”

The man he had grabbed ushered out of Bucky’s grasp before grimacing and walking away, giving him no answer. Bucky’s heart dropped, there was no way out of this; his desperation had to get him an answer or he knew he would never feel peace.

    “M-Ma’am, t-there was a cafe here—”

    “The cafe shut down two months ago, sir.”

Bucky stilled and watched as the lady walked away, giving him an answer that brought him no peace. His hands felt limp and his eyes were glassy, and his heart thumped inside his chest with no way out. He thought of [Name], of how she walked out that day, the last time he had seen her and he felt rage. He had not stopped her and that was the gesture he was currently occupied with. With that one gesture, Bucky had changed their future and invariably destroyed his own.

He didn’t know where she lived; he didn’t know how to get to her. The cafe was the one thing that linked him to her, and now it was gone.

I deserve this, he thought—feeling the fresh sadness return. He tightened his grip around the bread and eggs and he thought of her laugh. He thought of her words and how they were now a lie. She was not there, always waiting for him with his coffee.

He turned around and walked home quietly, trying his utter best to think of other things. She had so strongly urged him that he could ask for help, that there was nothing wrong in leaning over a friend’s shoulder. She had taught him to smile when things were hard, she had taught him to take care of himself when the world was against him. She had taught him to love himself first before anyone else.

And now she was gone.

It wasn’t always his first instinct to call Steve, but that second, he couldn’t stop himself. It was as if his body grew tired of the decisions his mind was making and was stepping into action on its own. Bucky’s hands dialed Steve’s number faster than his mind could comprehend and it merely took barely two rings before Steve picked his call.

    “Steve, I can’t find her.” He could hear how breathless he sounded, and now the tears were back in his eyes.

    “[Name]?” Steve said her name for the first time in three months, and Bucky’s heart broke.

    “Steve, I need her. I d-did something… I did something terrible… She… I need her, Steve.” He couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he couldn’t believe he was feeling like this over a woman.

    “We’ll find her, Buck. I promise.” Was all Steve said, glad his friend had reached out to him at last, and finally knowing that Bucky was on the road to healing.

After the call was disconnected, Bucky walked home. He made scrambled eggs with toast for dinner that night, recalling how [Name] believed breakfast food was the best at any time. He ate his food in silence and stared at the opposite side of his table, where she once sat, and simply missed her.

    “I love you so much, [Name]. I’m so sorry.” He said out loud, at last, words that he knew he should have said so, so long ago.

And he knew one thing for certain. He knew she loved him. She made that clear, and he also knew that theirs was a love story that spanned a certain period of time before commencing, and once it did, he knew with all his heart, that it would never end.

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