#a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

[st7arlight]

hey :) headcanon that jon develops motor tics during s5 because the human body wasnt built to hold that much power in it :)

[eat-limes-bitches]

Take A Chance

PAIRING: Female Reader x  Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY:  Who knew one look could calm the raging storm of his mind.

SONG Be Brave by Owl City

WARNINGS: Angst, (Bucky's self-loathing, anxiety, mention of nightmares, hinting to PTSD) Fluff!!!

Word Count: 1212

A/N: Hi! Here is the 2nd part! Sorry, it took so long! If you haven't read the first part yet you can click HERE to read it first, but you don't have to, you can read this as a stand-alone. I've already started part 3 so be on the lookout for that!

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne

Bucky stood outside Joe’s coffee shop a little before nine, fiddling with the bouquet in his hands, tracing his eyes over the colored petals. He had asked the little old lady at the flower shop what would be best. She had looked him over thoughtfully before producing the bouquet with a smile, shooing him off insiting he not pay, as he was a regular there and had never bought flowers for a special someone before. He stuck the cash he intended to pay her in the tip jar and shuffled out the door and over to Joe’s where he was now standing. 

Was this too old-fashioned? Do girls even like flowers anymore? What if she doesn’t even show up? I’ll look like an idiot.

He began to question himself, starting to become nervous. He rubbed a gloved hand over his thigh as he began to spiral, but a sweet voice pulled him out of it before he descended too far into madness. 

“Hi, Bucky!”

Bucky froze and turned around to look at the speaker. Sure enough, there was the woman from the movie theater the night before. She smiled sweetly at him, her eyes bright and warm, chasing off the chill of the January air. Bucky shook his head and cleared his throat,

“Oh! Um- Hi, Y/n.” He offered her an awkward smile as he handed her the bouquet, “These are for you.”

She gingerly took the flowers from him, eyes wide as she looked at them before shifting her gaze up to his. The longer she stayed silent, the more dread he felt building up in his stomach. 

“I-I’m sorry, it was probably stupid and old-fashioned but my ma woulda killed me if she knew I went to meet a pretty girl without flowers a-and I didn’t know what to get so the lady at the store told me-”

His rambling was cut off when Y/n waved her hand. 

“No! I love them! It’s just, no one has ever bought me flowers before.” She said shyly, looking down at her boots. Now it was Bucky’s turn to be surprised, how had no one ever bought her flowers, he would never understand. He made a silent vow to himself to buy her as many flowers as he could. 

“Oh, well, I’m glad you like them.” He said softly, the corner of his lips turning up in a small but genuine smile as he motioned to the coffee shop. “Shall we?” Y/n smiled and nodded and the pair made their way into the shop. As soon as Bucky opened the door, a sense of comfort washed over him along with the smell of fresh coffee and pastries. The pair shuffled inside and up to the counter.  The kid who worked behind the counter on Saturdays came over and took their orders, saying that he would be bringing it over to their table shortly. Bucky motioned for Y/n to pick a seat and she picked the booth in the back of the shop. 

“I hope you don’t mind,” She said as Bucky began to sit down, “I like to be able to see everything, makes me feel a little more at ease.”

Bucky smiled, he didn’t mind at all, in fact, he felt much more comfortable at the back of the shop. He was no longer the Winter Soldier but some of those habits are hard to break, like making note of every exit and entrance of a place, keeping a head count on everyone that entered and left, double locking doors, and many other little tics. 

“No, this is fine,” he said with a smile, “This is my usual booth.”

She smiled brightly at him and seemed to relax a bit before asking, “So do you come here often?” 

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about his response, trying to decide how to say it without giving away who he was all at once. 

“Uh yeah, a friend of mine brought me here when I was trying to find myself after coming back from a hard time in life.” He internally cringed at his explanation gauging Y/n’s reaction as she thought about his words. She gave him a soft smile and nodded before she spoke;

“Yeah, Steve was a great guy like that, I’m sure it’s been hard on you since he left.” Bucky felt his blood run cold Shit, she does know who I am, she thinks I’m a monster. How does she know Steve? Is she from HYDRA? I knew this was too good to be true, no one would ever want someone like me. His thoughts began to spiral out of control until Y/n tapped on the table to get him to look at her. She gave him a sheepish smile;

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have dropped that on you like that. It wasn’t fair of me. I’m sure you think I’m a spy or something but I promise you I’m not. I was neighbors with Steve for a time. He spoke very fondly of you, even after all of the fighting and horrible things that happened to you and I’m sorry about that. No one deserves what you went through.”

Her words were soft and gentle as if she were talking to a frightened animal. Bucky blinked in surprise, staying quiet for a few moments before speaking again,

“You don’t think I’m a monster?” Her rasped out.

She gave him a sad smile as she placed her hand on top of his, “You’re not a monster. You’re a mirror, a thing that shows the reflection of the real monsters, with the cracks to prove that you lived through it. There is good in you, there always has been. It was the one thing in this century Steve was 100 percent certain of. I trust him and his judgment. I don’t care what anyone else says.”

These words triggered some sort of visceral response in Bucky. His racing heart slowed down, breathing coming back to normal levels, and his thoughts, for the first time in a while, stilled. The incessant hurricane of toxic thoughts and poisonous memories dissolved, leaving clear skies instead, something so beautiful it almost brought tears to his eyes. He looked down at the table and took her hand in his, looking back up with a soft smile. 

Y/n gave His hand a gentle squeeze. She knew what he was trying to say, and she didn’t need to hear the words to know what it was. Their orders were brought out and so they shared small talk, which seemed to come so easily but he was taking little notes of each of her responses, not wanting to forget a single detail.

Favorite color? Bue, but not bright blue. Soft, like worn denim.

Dogs or cats? Both are great, but she currently has a dog.

Favorite time of day? Early evening. The world starts to darken and you can just see the stars poking through the colors of the sky.

The longer they talked, the more the storm was tamed in Bucky’s mind and he realized that he could get used to this kind of peace that he hadn’t known in a long time, only if she was there with him.

[ratethisalbum]

#148) The Mysterious Production of Eggs

Andrew Bird

Suggested by: Anonymous

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Bandcamp ~ Spotify ~ Youtube

(Remember to listen first, then rate!)

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Tracklist:

1 /=/ 2 Sovay 3 A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left 4 Fake Palindromes 5 Measuring Cups 6 Banking on a Myth 7 Masterfade 8 Opposite Day 9 Skin Is, My 10 The Naming of Things 11 MX Missiles 12 /=/=/ 13 Tables and Chairs 14 The Happy Birthday Song

[spiderziege]

∞

your song is A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left

[mooncello]

Kai

I watch his eyes cut to the forest floor, and I’m desperate for him to let me in. To talk to me.

“And, like, I didn’t want to push or fix," I say. "I wanted to give you space. But, like, you’ve been hella distracted, and you shared a lot before we arrived here on Friday and then, like, nothing after we left. And I want to know what’s going on in your head because something has been clearly off since Friday afternoon but, as I said, I don’t want to push because of—” I make a helpless motion with my hand—“you know, what you shared with me about…your depression. I don’t know when to check in, or how even, and, like, even this right now is, fuck, a fucking mess and—and…”

I trail off because Cole is walking toward me, hands outstretched, and then I find my face between his palms—somewhat chilled and calloused—and he tips my head up.

“You sweet, anxious idiot,” he says.

Which makes me blush. And splutter.

Cole looks at me tenderly. “Here I thought I was the only one who overthinks everything.”

I scrunch my mouth at this. “I don’t overthink. I’m just shit at, like, language…sometimes. You know…words.”

“I have been distracted,” Cole says, returning to my original point. “I’m sorry.”

I bring my hands to his wrists and curl my fingers around them. “You don’t have to apologize,” I say, my eyes searching his. “Just tell me why?”

He looks away without answering. I try again, adding more words. But it ends up an entirely different question.

“Why do you wanna be monster bait?” I whisper.

His hands drop to his sides, and I immediately miss them. His nearness.

“I don’t,” Cole says. “I just…” He steps back and swings his arms a couple times before reaching behind his head with one arm and grasping his elbow with the other—a nervous tic I’ve never seen before. I want to place my hands on his shoulders. On his waist. Anywhere. To steady him.

Cole says, “I…felt something when we were here last.”

“Okay,” I say with an encouraging nod. “You felt something.”

“Like from the earth.”

Spiky frustration blooms in my chest. I don’t understand. “I’m trying so hard to follow you, babe.”

Cole releases a long sigh and wraps his arms around his sides, gaze on the ground again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Cole was feeling shy. Or nervous. Or both.

“I…connected with the ground,” Cole says. “Talked to it.”

“Hold up.” I close the distance between us and set the edge of my hand along his breastbone. “You talked with the earth?”

“I mean.” Cole rolls his shoulders and holds his hands up, palms graced by moonlight. “Kinda?”

“Cole, that is so cool,” I breathe. “What did it say? Was this the first time that’s happened? What did it feel like? Did you know you could do this?”

“Kai.”

I clamp my mouth shut. “Sorry.” A pause. “What did it say?”

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new chapter is up. shit gets real. and bloody. mind the tags, kittens!

[idle-soliloquy]

soul

Jegulus microfic - prompt: swear (august 1st), 827 words, @jegulus-microfic

Part 2, 3, 4, 5

CW: explicit, cheating

Regulus takes his shoes off before slipping soundlessly into the flat. His boots are heavy, their soles thick and black, covered in grime from trudging through the muddy field. The gig ended in a flash of lights and amidst blaring screams and whistles. The air smelled damp and the rain was thick, bucketing down relentlessly as they ran back into town and headed straight for the nearest pub.

Recklessly, he downed his first shot of tequila and hadn’t looked at the time since.

The clock hanging in the hall strikes 5 in the morning when he clicks the door shut, praying the sound doesn’t travel.

Wishful thinking.

Regulus is soaking wet. His black locks are plastered to his cheeks and forehead, but not as a result of last night’s deluge - that ended hours ago. This morning was crisp and fresh, not a cloud in sight.

He did take a quick shower at Barty’s place before leaving in haste.

Regulus gingerly places the shoes on the rack, fingers trembling in a weak grip, and tries to shimmy out of his jacket. The leather squeaks and rustles, no matter how he manoeuvres his body to avoid it.

“Where have you been?”

Regulus’ heart comes to a screeching halt, and then, it’s plummeting down to his stomach and lands at his feet. Or maybe he doesn’t have a heart. Blood rushes through his veins, screaming into the void left in his chest.

Contain yourself, he thinks. Don’t let it slip. Don’t.

He turns around, slowly, licking his lips. They taste of salt.

James is standing in the door to their bedroom, gripping the frame and swaying. There are bags under his eyes. Regulus knows he stayed up, keeping vigil. The last message James sent arrived at 2 AM. Reg saw it much later, when Barty went to get them a snack and a glass of water, and Regulus locked himself in the bathroom to wash come stains off his shirt.

“The gig, and then we were out,” he eventually responds, coughing into his clenched fist, throat tight as a string.

“It’s 5 in the bloody morning. I thought you were meant to come back-”

“I got a bit tipsy, stayed over at Panda’s.” Regulus shuffles on his feet, pulling the jacket off in one swift motion. No need to walk on eggshells anymore - James is already here, gaze piercing and pleading. Scared. Doubtful.

“Oh,” James hums, crossing his arms over his chest. He swallows, eyes tracking Reg’s every movement, searching for inconsistencies wedged between his words, or veiled by his actions. “Why are you soaking wet?”

“I showered,” Regulus huffs and shrugs dismissively. “Did you see the weather last night? We were absolutely minging after the gig, you should have seen it. Some girl pushed Panda over by accident and she decked it, landed face first in the mud, it was hilarious.”

James lets out a laboured sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The silence that follows is stifling.

“Why are you up, babe?” Regulus tries tentatively. He starts picking on his cuticles. A nervous tic, nothing else. James won’t clock it. Regulus is a nervous person by nature.

“I couldn’t sleep till late. I was worried.”

“Worried about what?” Regulus prods, even though he knows the answer. He’s no fool.

“You know very well what, Reg.”

He hums in acknowledgment, brows slightly furrowed. He has to play out the part, acting disgruntled - it’s been months now. Hasn’t James regained some of the lost faith he had in him? Hasn’t he proven, consistently, that he can spend time with Barty and not end up on his knees, worshipping at another man's feet?

Or is it a lost cause? James will never fully trust him again and will monitor his every step and misstep alike. A tragic ending to an equally woeful story. Regulus has the answer to these questions at the tip of his tongue. His actions from last night speak for themselves.

“James.” His inner turmoil does not show on his fine features. James stares at him, eyes wide and gleaming in the morning light. “Nothing happened, all right? We were out, got a bit sloshed and then ended up in Panda’s loft listening to records.”

“You swear?”

Regulus shivers, fist clenching at his side. A beat of silence follows and he thinks James will suffocate - he’s been holding his breath, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes pleading. It’s a sight to behold. James Potter, begging. Begging Regulus not to ruin his life, once again.

“Yeah, Jamie, I swear.”

James lets out a ragged gasp, leaning on the doorframe heavily. The tension that built up in the air, layer after excruciating layer, dissipates like morning dew.

Regulus feels a hollowness in his chest, one that eats at his soul with jagged teeth. It hurts, but only a little. It’s a flesh wound, a scratch, a gentle prodding. A guiltless guilt.

Then, the teeth chip away at nothing.

[foxnewsdeathcult]

tagged by @catos-wound i never usually do these (sorry everyone whos tagged me in themmm;;) but this one is funn so what everrr

on repeat playlist on shuffle & the first ten songs:

absolutely cuckoo - the magnetic fields

a nervous tic motion of the head to the left - andrew bird

i thought you were my boyfriend - the magnetic fields

let the light in - lana del rey & father john misty

i don't believe you - the magnetic fields

all my little words - the magnetic fields

can i believe you - fleet foxes

chateau lobby #4 - father john misty

logan's loop - andrew bird

someday - the strokes

not going to tag anyone but whoever wants to do it can :)

[kojoty]

tagged by @snuggleupagus to post 5 songs i like so ill post my 5 current hyper fixation rotatationnnnnnns:

Half-Decade Hangover, Will Wood

Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk, Rufus Wainwright

Tim's Past, trait danger

nervous tic motion of the head to the left, andrew bird

broken man, st vincent

tagging whoever wanna show me 5 songs

[nimuetheseawitch]

🎬 + 2007

🎶 + 1994

and for the music asks: 💖🧼🌅

🎬 + 2007

Oh man, apparently this was a year of big blockbuster hits that were sequels or 3rd or 4th in a series. But also some movies that are just super important to me. I saw a lot of movies that year because I had a part-time job, so I had some spending money, and the movie theater on the bus line I took to get anywhere and tickets were only $5.

Okay, I have to choose only one, so I choose Pan's Labyrinth. But I'm also going to cheat and make some honorable mentions: 28 Weeks Later, There Will Be Blood, and Juno. I was also obsessed with Once, but I'm afraid to rewatch it because I'm pretty sure it wasn't as good as I thought it was back then.

🎶 + 1994

Wow, so, this is the year of music that defines my taste. The albums from this year are ones I have on burnt CDs copied from friends or from the library as I was learning to care about music (besides classical - that's a whole different story) and fell in love with grunge and pop punk and alt rock. There are so many to choose from, and I kept paging back and forth between track listings.

And the winner is: Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden. I almost didn't pick it because it's so popular, but a) it's popular because it's good, and b) it was fucking brilliant live. Soundgarden will remain one of my favorite ever live shows (I saw them open for NIN).

To close this one out, I wanna say that I hate that I had to choose because I had to choose between some of my favorite albums of all time: The Downward Spiral and Superunknown.

💖A guilty pleasure song

Havana by Camila Cabello, the Daddy Yankee remix

🧼What you sing in the shower

I tend to sing whatever I'm obsessing over right now (so the last few months have had a lot of Metric) or classic rock or top 40 from 2005-2015. Right now though, it's Janelle Monae because Lipstick Lover has me incredibly excited for her new album.

🌅 A song for sunrise

I just laughed as I remembered I use to sing Good Morning from Singin' in the Rain to campers as my way to wake them up when I was a camp counselor. But my actual answer is A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left by Andrew Bird. That whole album, The Mysterious Production of Eggs, feels like an early morning album.

[jup1tersparx]

15, 18, 36, 48 and 90 for the wrapped playlist :D !!

(hdjjshdhjsjfh that one ^ i got from the discord server we’re both in so u may have heard it before) (here is an extra jic https://open.spotify.com/track/6tRLfrfy692qlbT2cECgQS?si=dZFdO4yXTWKNLaHT0QtaFA )

YIPPEE songs

[red-eft]

Hello time to ask abt Ruarc..... tell me abt her (stature, motion, stillness, arms, and favorite!)

ruarc !!! woo.. i wrote a lot oops

stature: what's your oc's body type? how tall are they? do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

ruarc is little above average for a drakonian- about 5'10". she's got a fairly lean build. though she doesn't have any boobs (drakonians are reptiles and all that), she tries to dress so she has a bit of an hourglass shape wjdslfk

motion: how does your oc move? how does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? are they flexible, coordinated, or clumsy?

she moves smoothly. her clothing lets her move pretty easily- sort of loose pants, loose sleeves, etc... the only thing that probably keeps her from being completely free to move is the little corset she wears, which is made of stiffer material than everything else.

ruarc is very flexible! she stretches every day and takes pride in it since it lets her do cool things like squeezing into small spaces. she's very well-coordinated, too, and always tries to be aware of her surroundings.

stillness: how does your oc act while still? are they fidgety? do they have any common gestures or tics? does their clothing affect how they hold themself while at rest?

depends how she feels. if she's nervous or bored, she'll really start to fidget. her tail especially likes to move around. she'll thwap it against the ground, her lower leg, etc... her clothing doesn't have much of an effect other than the "corset" again, which keeps her from slouching over.

she cracks her knuckles a lot. sometimes she waits a while before cracking them again so they're extra loud the next time she does it lol

arms: does your oc have any weapons? what weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when not fighting?

ruarc carries a rapier and a hand crossbow. when not fighting, she keeps the rapier on her belt and the crossbow on her back (when adventuring/knowingly going into combat, she wears a harness that it clips to for easy access).

once she learns how to conjure weapons, she can do that too. her favorite thing to do is to summon a bunch of blades and have them all go flying at either one enemy or a cluster of them (like the spell "cloud of daggers" in baldur's gate 3). improvised weapons are another favorite- who doesn't love smashing a bottle over someone's head or throwing a chair at them?

favorite: does your oc have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? what is it? what's the meaning behind it? do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

she's not very sentimental about objects since she's had a lot stolen from her and/or confiscated from the guild she belongs to over the years, but there's one thing no one has bothered to take: the piercings on her brows.

they're basically worthless, but they mean a lot to her since they were the first thing she ever went out and bought with her own coin. she wears them 24/7. this screenshot from bg3 shows them pretty well. the only difference is that she has two on the right and one on the left

[thanatika]

thank you @fancifulplaguerat for tagging me!

Rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people.

Dreams — Fleetwood Mac

Bullfighter Jacket — Miniature Tigers

A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left — Andrew Bird

The Last Words of Dutch Schultz (This Is Insane) — William S. Burroughs

Housebroken — The Hotelier

Why Am I Always Right? — Nightmare Of You

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood — Elvis Costello

Well Did You Evah! — Debbie Harry & Iggy Pop

Let Me Down Easy — Gang of Youths

Been Caught Stealing — Jane's Addiction

and now i have no idea who to tag but this was fun :3

[spocks-kaathyra]

🎶✨when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Just a fun little thing! No pressure

Pluto by Sleeping at Last

A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left by Andrew Bird

會不會是月光 by 等一下就回家

Holy Branches by Radical Face

Santé by Stromae

[thewizardscurse]

got tagged by @corvimalice to post 5 songs from my recent rotation

sweden hasn't changed, you have - fast computers dawn of man - michael guy bowman death at the movies - car seat headrest a nervous tic motion of the head to the left - andrew bird i dont wna cry (haste) - kurffew

uhh. and to tag a couple ppl. @two--cats, @alhexy, @bitofaditz

[spiderziege]

🎧

Though the words we speak are banal, Not one of them's a lie You're what happens when two substances collide, And by all accounts you really should have died

[steelycunt]

can i ask a music question that is not in the game? what is a song that makes you feel cold. but in a good way? 💌

HI SEPH omg so sorry im late i saw this come in last night while i was writing my essay and told myself id answer it once id written my introduction and then well. i never wrote the introduction i simply went to bed. BUT absolutely you can ask that xx i am going to say.

real love / big thief

a nervous tic motion of the head to the left / andrew bird

i am trying to break your heart / wilco