#bnau

[realblrr]

I wish i may let that one person how badly i wanna sing these lines for her...

Tu bat kre yaa naa mujhse...Chahe aankho ka paigam na le....

Pr ye mt khna...arey oo pagali....mujhe dekh naa tu mera naam le.....

Tujhse mera deen dharam h...mujhse teri khudaii....

Tu bole to bn jau m Bulleh Shah Suadai....

M bhi nacchuuu bnau sohne yar ko....😳✨️

[reviiely]

BNAU #3

Nat is injuried while she and Bruce are taking a trip. Nat sinks into a coma from her intensive injuries, and Bruce finds out that the attackers only attacked her because they couldn't hurt him.

So he's in the Waiting Room, contemplating something, when a doctor comes out and tells Bruce about Nat's condition. At the end, the doctor asks Bruce, "Should we be expecting you?"

Bruce: "What do you mean?"

And the doctor smiles sadly, "You're an Avenger. It's in the name. Besides, I have the feeling she's someone you love and when someone you love gets injured like that..." and the two of them fall silent.

So Bruce finds Yelena, tells her about Nat, and she agrees to help him. Two weeks later, no change in Nat but Bruce looks like a new man.

He systematically finds and takes down the people that attacked them, and then the organization that sent them. He left a trail behind him but he didn't really care.

The criminal underworld called him a psychopath. Others called him a vigilante. Even others just didn't say anything at all, fearing he'd hear.

In the end, when the organization was gone and they were buried, Bruce came back. Nat was awake, he had been told, and had been asking for him. He returns and she asks him, "What have you been doing?"

And Bruce just breaks. His armour, the one that had shielded him from the actuality of killing had broken and he just poured it out. Every hunt, every chase, every conclusion.

He doesn't know if she'd forgive him , or if she was angry, if she felt anything at all.

And then he feels her running her fingers through his hair and her, just her, right beside him, and he knows.

This can't ever be the same. They can't ever go back to the way it was before. He has made a name for himself, and others will come for him. It was a decision he made, he knew the price, and he was willing to pay it.

When Nat falls alseep, he writes her a note: I love you’s and I'm sorry's peppered the page until he signed his name. He places it on the bedstand, kisses her forehead and smiles, meloncholy in the lamplight.

And then he leaves.

He runs, and he runs without her.

"It is for the best.”

He says that, repeats it every time he doubts.

It is not. But it is done.

[snowtamale]

Can you do some more staubrey for us? ‘When We Were Young’?

A/N: Again, not sure how it got so long. Also…if y’all stopped sending me angst adjacent prompts, I’d write happier stuff…maybe. This is in the Burn Notice verse (note: even if you’ve read that part before, I added a bit at the end…which I forgot to put in when I first posted the story.)

Berkeley, CA

1 year and 360 days ago

Honestly, Stacie is more surprised that going from an eco-terrorist group to witness protection isn’t more of adjustment. Witness protection has given her far more liberty than she had when she was running around disabling oil pipelines.  

She’s still not allowed any kind of social media accounts and she’s still not using the name her parents gave her. But now she can have a phone for longer than a week. She’s made friends in some of her classes, though she’s careful to keep them just at an arm’s length so that she doesn’t accidentally let anything slip.

So when her blocky, Nokia phone rings with an unlisted number, Stacie hesitates before she picks up. Her handler usually sends a text before he calls her.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“Aubrey?” Stacie’s voice pitches upwards and she has to take a breath, before she asks, “how’d you even get this number?”

“It’s not important,��� Aubrey responds, lowly, her words sharp.

Stacie huffs, annoyed at Aubrey’s usual dismissiveness. Still, she can’t help her elevated heart rate and the anticipation that runs through her body at the sound of Aubrey’s voice.

Her free hand flies to the chain around her neck, almost on instinct before she remembers what isn’t hanging off the end. Her stomach feels like it’s twisting in on itself and it’s all Stacie can do to keep her lunch from coming back up..

Aubrey sighs on the other end of the line and when she speaks again, her tone is softer,  “I’m good at what I do.”

“That still-“

“I don’t have-” Aubrey starts, desperate, almost pleading, “I just- I needed to hear your voice.”

“Aubrey.”

“And I needed to tell you that there isn’t anyone else, Stace. I don’t know why I let you think that there was.”

“Bree-“ Stacie breathes into the receiver, her stomach fluttering with the beginnings of hope.

“The ring,” Aubrey interrupts, sounding frazzled and nervous in an unrecognizable way, “that’s not why I-“

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” Stacie reminds her.

“But I do,” Aubrey asserts, her voice measured, “I still care about you.”

Stacie doesn’t know how to respond.

She has no idea what she where she would begin, what to say to that. She’s spent the better part of the last five days drinking whiskey to forget about the lack of a ring hanging from her neck. She’s spent the last five nights wondering whose arms Aubrey’s found comfort in, hoping against all logic that one day, in the far future they would have something, anything, again.

“I’m sending you an address. If you-” Aubrey stops, finding the right words, before continuing, “I’d like to see you there if you want to come.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?“

“If you don’t, I’ll understand. But, I have to try.”

“Okay.”

There’s a click in her ear and Stacie pulls the phone away, staring at it as though it’s a foreign object. She tries to process everything she just heard.

Her phone chimes with an address not two seconds later and Stacie doesn’t hesitate to grab her car keys from the counter and starts driving.

-

The address leads her to a cemetery.

There’s a small crowd gathered around a casket under a large oak tree. Stacie keeps her distance, spotting Aubrey in the midst of the mourners almost immediately. Aubrey’s face is stoic, but Stacie can tell she’s near tears.

It’s only when the casket has been lowered into the ground and buried six feet deep that Stacie approaches the gravesite. Aubrey’s staring hard at the grave and she doesn’t notice when Stacie walks up next to her.

“You could have told me what I was walking into.”

“Stacie. You came.”

“You asked.”

Something flickers in Aubrey’s face at that and Stacie finally breaks their gaze, looking past Aubrey at some of the people around them..

“What am I doing here Aubrey?”

“The ring was my mother’s.”

Stacie frowns, her eyes snap back to Aubrey’s face. Aubrey’s attention is focused on the headstone of the new grave and Stacie finally reads the name on the headstone. Without a word, she wraps Aubrey into a tight embrace. Aubrey’s body weight sags against her and it’s all Stacie can do to keep Aubrey standing.

“Come on, we should go somewhere a little less…public.”

-

Stacie leads Aubrey to the nearest ‘fun’ place she can think of, a modestly busy ice cream parlor. Aubrey’s tears have mostly been wiped away and she even manages a small smile when Stacie asks for two cherries on top of the sundae.

“It was my mother’s ring,” Aubrey repeats, again, once they’re sitting at the counter.

“You said that already,” Stacie reminds her with a smile and a gentle hand on Aubrey’s arm.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“Things were…complicated with her,” Aubrey admits slowly, “she wanted me be a normal girl, have a normal life. She wanted me to have a normal career, find a normal person, and settle down to have a normal family.”

Stacie nods, “she didn’t know what you do did she?”

“She thought I was a flight attendant.”

Stacie almost chokes on the bite of ice cream, “a flight attendant. Not a bad cover.”

“It worked,” Aubrey shrugs, absently digging into her side of the sundae.

Silence falls over them for a few moments and they just enjoy the ice cream between them.

“She liked you,” Aubrey reveals, studying the whipped cream on her spoon, avoiding Stacie’s gaze. “She didn’t know what you did, but she liked you.”

“You told your mom about me?” Stacie questions, unable to tear her eyes from the way Aubrey is licking the whipped cream off her spoon.

“You were one of the only honest things in my life,” Aubrey sighs, finally meeting her stare. “The way I felt- the way I feel about you- I never had to lie about that.”

A part of Stacie wants to lean forward and kiss the shit out of Aubrey. A huge part of Stacie wants to wrap Aubrey in her arms and never let her go. But Aubrey speaks again before Stacie can react,

“She loved hearing stories about you. She thought you challenged me, made me better. She was right.”

“For what it’s worth, you made me better too, Bree,” Stacie concedes, “I mean, you made me want out.”

“Do you think normal is a possibility for us?”

“What are you asking me?”

“I can’t ask you to wait for me but-“

“Aubrey- I’ve been waiting for you since that night in Texas.”

“I think I might want normal…with you.”

“We can have normal. You just have to come home.”

“Three months. At the most.”

“Three months.”

[gutachter]

Baugewerbe fordert Verlängerung des Baukindergelds

Baugewerbe fordert Verlängerung des Baukindergelds

Berlin: „…. „Morgen berät der Bundestag in erster Lesung über ein Maßnahmenpaket zur stärkeren Unterstützung von Familien. Dazu gehört nach unserer Auffassung auch eine Verlängerung des überaus erfolgreichen Baukindergelds.“

Dieses forderte Felix Pakleppa, Hauptgeschäftsführer des Zentralverbands Deutsches Baugewerbe heute in Berlin.Pakleppa wies daraufhin, dass nach Angaben der KfW etwa 60…

[letthesunburnyourskin]

WTDICOI (insomniac Kevin)

Adopted by Betsy Andrew (forum/text twinyards fic)

BNAU

AHPASSS (no exy au adopted Andrew)

GDB

Nicky meets toddler Aaron

Panacea (Grisha ocs fic)

Renee fic?

@detectivebambam I truly thought I had more

WIP Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Thank you for tagging me @vykio , @merceyca & @you-know-i-get-itt💕💕💕

Get ready for an absolutely monstrous shitload of wips. So sorry. This is inexcusable.

Steady Now

jerejean potato for SN

aftg x tlou

Baby Girl, Good Luck + BGGL Scraps

Start of Time

dtyfstdf Ch. 21 - KA Swimming/Shower

295

So This Is Christmas

Andrew's Farewell

The Language of Boys

On the Nature of Day(light)

Speak AU

Never Goodbye

Kathea 🌺

drive-by shooting kevaaron

x mafia husbands x

aftg television soundtrack project

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& all who wish to share their passion!! if you don't have fic wips, it can be future posts you plan or want to write, a playlist you want to make, drawings, anything!

[dead-eric]

“ “What was the greatest gift you ever was got? “Said the boy. The old man took his time, turned down the sides of his mouth and carried his eyes across the room...Stopping for a moment on each photo at home in its frame, and the familiar young faces inside, “Find someone who believes in you. Fuck the romantics. That is all anyone can really give you. There is nothing more valuable than someone who will fight for your happiness. Not one thing. “” - G.P, Like You #tellyourfriendsyoulovethem Find Someone Who Believes In Who You Are. That is the greatest gift. https://www.instagram.com/p/BnaU-uYgY-F/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=v0y6cp0bdxop

[grimvisionary]

me: opens su/bnau/tic/a, plays for maybe 30 minutes

me: suddenly has to Stop playing bc ive “””””finished”””” the game and all i have to do is go gets materials to Actually finish the game

me: starts crying

[vinaykshastri]

Blue Saphire faceted gemstone pear shape with the weight of 2.60 cts and the dimension of bigger one is 5×8×3 MM. The price of it is 29 $ and the shipping charge is 5 $. To claim 👉👉 it write OK or mine. Western astrology recommends blue sapphire birthstone for Libra. Neelam birthstone can also be worn by Gemini, Virgo and Taurus.Sapphire is the most precious and valuable blue gemstone. It is a very desirable gemstone due to its excellent color, hardness, durability, and luster. Wearing a blue sapphire protects against danger, travel problems, terror, thieves, accidents and problems from storms, fire, or natural disasters.#bluesapphire #gemstones #faceted #paarkhi#layouts #healing #neelam#round#siversmith #silver #jewelery #calibrated #tagme #pendants #ringpiece #bracelet #silverinsta #handmadejewelry #facetedgemstones #neelamring #healinggemstones #saturngemstone #gemlover #goldjewelry#amethyst #sapphirering #bluesapphire #sapphirering # https://www.instagram.com/p/CJOwdA-BNAU/?igshid=1ufggzsfbzg89

[strangerforyouposts]

"Me bas thak gya hu, Chuni thi ek raah, us se bhatak gya hu, Naye raste me musafir kha dhundu Sab ki manzil alag hai Apna rasta me kise pucho? Agar pucha b kisi se To koi sach btayega kya? Sapne mere hai Use koi or sach kar payega kya? Or manzil na mili to safar kab tak chlega, Ghum ho gya jo in rasto me, To mujhe kon dhudega? Matlabi hai yha har koi Apna humsafar me kise bnau Chalta hu do kadam, to man krta hai vapas laut jau..." ~deb___1205 ~thewriting_ace Follow @thewriting_ace on @mirakeeapp #mirakee #poems #poetry #writersnetwork #quotes #quote #writersofinstagram #stories #ttt #quoteoftheday #writersofig #writersofmirakee #wordporn #writing #writer https://www.instagram.com/p/CFbd60BF1Oa/?igshid=1l4dmu3lj8dqt

[inkkalamkaar]

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[scholarshipja]

With four children depending on him for survival, Dean Whyte is not looking for handouts, but says he is willing to work for his pay if given the opportunity. He told THE CENTRAL STAR that he is loaded with talent, from shoemaking to plumbing, but his disability is standing in the way. Whyte is blind, and said that he is urging the public for assistance with securing a job in order to take care of his family. "A lot of people don't want to employ me because I am blind, so they don't believe I can do electrician work and even plumbing jobs. I am the one who did most of those jobs on my house and I have no issue. However, there are people who will tell mi say 'No man, mi can't give yuh my work to do because yuh a go bun down the place because yuh can't see'. Read FULL STORY on @thejamaicastar IG STORY https://www.instagram.com/p/B8h-tG-BnAU/?igshid=16iv5fx0cix33

[epic-station-me-blog]

wo kihte the k har sorat tum hain apna bnau ge whatsapp status poetry st...

[wagsmytail]

Hope #tucsondoggrooming #doggrooming #wagsmytail https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqa5xu-BnAU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1j9n11lqgm135

[broederjoost-blog]

Hoe zinvol zijn al die #registraties in de #zorg? Is minder #bureaucratie niet ietsjes beter? En waarom is een #zzp zo'n omslachtig iets? #haccp? #ciz? (Link in bio!) #verpleegkunde #verzorgende #broederjoost https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnau-lRCazE/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=r81iho1bv4mi

[frublr]

Memories. Di un Giappone ora ferito. É incredibile da pensare che 5 giorni fa, ero ancora lì. Ora dopo un tifone devastante, piogge torrenziali e un terremoto quelle persone straordinarie sono comunque pronte a ripartire. Con la stessa costanza ed impegno con cui creano qualcosa di spettacolare con il cibo. É il primo viaggio in cui non ho sentito voglia di casa. Mancanza di qualcosa di comfort food per farmi cullare la sera. Lì tutto é magico, e confortante. Grazie Giappone, per quello che mi hai dato, lasciato e donato. Sarà un premio che conserverò con gelosia. Quando racconterò di te, spero di farlo con la stessa delicatezza con cui accogli ogni persona, sulla tua terra gentile. • Okonomiyaki di Hiroshima, con noodle Udon e cipollotto. . . Thanks to Okonomiyaki Hassei ❤️��🐈🦊🥚🍳🍜 (presso Hassei) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnau-fNFrfs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1313s46hau8b3