#knives ur so :(((💙💙💙

[bunnerscrib-28]

☆ Knives Chau, Age 17 ☆

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

1, 2, 3, 19, 20, 21 and 30 please my beloved! 💌

u always rise to & above the occasion 💙💖💜 MWAH

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1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

Codes & puzzles & puzzle games. I'm counting them as one thing. I've never met a puzzle I didn't like!

Fiction! Reading generally but fiction specifically. My earliest memories involve me reading storybooks. Fiction has always been there for me as a source of joy, to sate my curiosity, to spark my wonder, or to simply escape into. & even when it's not physically available, all it takes is a little imagination to conjure it! Truly the best example of ephemeralisation — that is, the ability to do more & more with less & less until u can do everything with nothing

Delight! An almost virile lust for life! One of my friends once said of me that I have the most joie de vivre of anyone she knows <3 I've gone, as has everyone, through some truly depressing shit of a morning & caught myself smiling at clouds by the afternoon. & this quotation from Much Ado About Nothing:

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing. (II.1)

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2. show us a picture of your handwriting

Have one of my favourite moments from Cyrano de Bergerac, cut down somewhat to fit on one page — the scene w the orange girl! 🍊🧡 (click to remove blur)

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3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of

Indiana Jones!*!*!*! Frankly the whole series but if I HAVE to choose just one, I guess I'd go with Raiders of the Lost Ark bc Marion <3 I am down at all times to watch this film. I can quote far too much of it. I can pick it out from another room by 2 notes of anywhere in the soundtrack. I'm flirting w my future partner while they're injured by yelling "Well, god damn it, where doesn't it hurt?!" & when I inevitably shrug off this mortal coil, I want "everyone's sorry for something" carved into my headstone. When people ask me what my favourite film is, all 2:30 minutes of The Raiders March plays through my head at Mach 1 before I re-enter the physical world & answer with something vaguely intellectual & probably false bc I am, at my core, fuelled by the 2 irrefutable truths that period adventure films kick ass & that Harrison Ford is hot. That's it. That's the analysis.

Porco Rosso! The only film that's ever understood my thing w the sky & flying & the colour blue 💙🩵🤍 & weird-looking middle-aged men who think they're unworthy of love & refuse to cut themselves a break & spend the whole story engaging w the world via an interface

Knives Out~! Some of the tightest funnest filmmaking I've ever seen ❤️ Plus it's a detective story! With a working-class female protagonist! & Daniel Craig doing an accent! Win after win

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19. favourite thing about the day

Not to be basic but like...the electromagnetic spectrum my beloved 😭💘 Seeing! Getting to see things! The way flowers look in the sunlight. Clouds reflected in a puddle so still it looks like u could fall right through it. Feeling the warmth of the Sun on my back & pulling my top tighter to me to feel it all the more. Rainbows. Golden hour. &, of course, the many faces of the sky :)

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20. favourite things about the night

It's quiet & relaxing ^_^ No-one expects me to do stuff, so ironically that's when I do the most stuff I like. On rarer occasions, getting to use my telescope to catch celestial events! 🌕🔭 & also the fact that that's when ur online, ma mie!! 💜

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21. are you a spiritual person?

Not especially! I'm far too scientific & in love w evidence & fact to be rlly spiritual. I do like hearing stories of supernatural phenomena, regardless of whether or not I believe. I find astrology fun too, more so as a tool for archetypal analysis than as a personality test or a form of divination. & I often make mention to feeling possessed or past lives or similar bc damn it sometimes that's just precisely how it feels, even if it's not the fact of the thing! But I usually just tell people I have the head of an artist & the heart of a scientist & leave it at that. I'm much more interested in observable phenomena! I save my "what if"s for spec fic ^_^

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Thank u, Nina!*!*!*!*! Sorry this got so long, & if u managed to read to the end, congratulations!! Sharing my macaron with u~ {||}

[scandinavianfairytale]

Savages

Pairing: Mob Bucky Barnes x Mob boss daugther Reader

Warnings: Implied guns, implied reference to violence (not sure if this is a thing honestly 😅), secret relationship, implied sinful things & thoughts, drugging, kidnapping, threats + fluffy relationship moments in between 💙

A/N: Welp, I wrote the third part - a look at the relationship before it all went south 🥺

Part 1, Part 2 & Part 4

"Zemo has been declining my calls and invitations. I am not a patient man and he has been more than testing my limited patience. If I call, he picks up. You two are going to the auction and when you find him, make sure he gets that message." Your father instructed as you sat down in his office. Bucky and you exchanged glances before nodding.

"We will make sure everyone gets the message." Bucky smirked.

"That's what I like to hear. Now go get ready." Your father dismissed you with a nod and you left the office, walking to the armory.

"What's our plan?" Bucky asked as you checked out two small guns and three knives.

"Well, we want to make sure Zemo gets the message, right? So, we need to make a...bold statement, if you will." You smiled at him. "I would say there is no plan, unless you count Cause chaos as a plan." Bucky grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him and kissing you hard.

"Chaotic auction...kinda has a nice ring to it." He smirked at your lips, before grabbing you thighs and hoisting you up.

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Bucky was browsing the keys when you walked in the garage, snatching the keys to Rolls-Royce Phantom from his hand.

"Hey-" The man paused when he saw your dress. The high slit of your black dress completely revealed your left leg when you walked. You turned to him, while still walking away and showing him your tongue.

"You don't know how to handle a car like that, so I'm driving Mr. Slow poke." You winked before sitting in the drivers seat and grabbing at your long dress to pull it fully in the car and slamming the door behind you. Bucky let out a quick exhale and walked around the car to sit in the passenger seat.

You were driving over 100 mph and while you were clutching the steering wheel, Bucky was clutching the handrail, as you sped through cars, switching lanes, sometimes too recklessly.

"Would you slow down?" He finally yelled as you stepped hard on the break when a car jumped in front of you trying to pass a slower one.

"Can you relax and just enjoy the ride?" You smirked as you cast him a smirk.

"You're gonna get us killed before we even make it to-Jesus!" He exclaimed as you swriled the steering wheel to the right, overpassing the car in front on its right side, breaking the law and causing an upheaval of honks. Bucky scowled as you started giggling.

"I know what I'm doing, you know." You winked before switching on the autopilot and turning to him.

"I've been meaning to ask you...do you think we should tell your father about us sometime soon?" He asked, taking your hand in his.

"Perhaps we should wait a bit more. I'm not sure how he will take the news, at least at the moment." You said as you played with his fingers. From the corner of your eye you could see him nod slowly.

"Let's get through this job first and then we can decide, okay?" Cupping his cheek, you smiled at him, before giving him a soft peck on the lips. Bucky smiled as you separated.

Taking control of the car again, you drove the last three miles manually. The guards opened the gates to the estate where the auction was to take place after Bucky showed them the invitation. You slowly drove up the small hill and threw the keys to the valet with his jaw on the floor. Bucky quickly found the small of your back as you entered the mansion.

"There are a lot of wanted people here." You whispered as you took in the large reception room. "What my father wouldn't give to get his hands on half of the people here."

"I think his eyes would transform into dollar signs." Bucky joked, while you had to surpress the urge to laugh too loud and avoid drawing too much attention.

You mingled with the rest of the guests, sipping Moet champagne and discussing current topics surrounding art, history and politics, but your concentration was broken the second you noticed Helmut Zemo enter the reception hall. You nudged Bucky and he excused himself when his eyes found the man in question. He slowly made his way to Zemo and dropped powder into his champagne glass, before gaining his attention with a quick conversation.

The auction began and while there was no restrictions, you still ended up getting a lecture from Bucky after you bought three paintings.

"It's fine. I'll be taking over soon and father won't have a say in my spending habits. Besides, we're talking about art, it's an investment."

At the beginning Zemo was participating in the auction but as you observed him, he was steadily becoming more confused. The drug was taking effect, you just hoped that he will do what you expect him to. Bucky left you to go to the toilet, where he sat on the couch and waited for Zemo to do the same.

Sure enough, the man dragged his feet towards the toilet. You waited a few moments, buying one last picture - a Monet, before following the target. He was about to collaps when you caught up with him and you grabbed his arm just in the nick of time.

"Thank you, Miss. I-I don't know what's happening." He tried shaking off the feeling of drowsiness.

"Don't worry, Helmut, I got you."

"H-How do you know my name?" His words slurred as he tried staying awake.

"My father will be so happy to see you." Your smile was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.

Zemo woke up in a badly lit storage room with three people and strapped to a metal chair.

"Ah, he's awake. Did you have a nice nap, Helmut?" Your father asked, faking cheeriness.

"So that's your father, Princess." Helmut turned to you, ignoring your father completely. There was something in his voice you couldn't place, but a shiver ran down your spine due to it.

"What do you want, John?" He turned to your father when he saw Bucky clench his jaw and his fists, glaring daggers when Helmut's attention focused on you.

"I want my money." Your father chuckled. "And I want you to pick up the goddamned phone when I call you!" Your father screamed in rage, closing in on the baron, making the man gulp. The thing that made your father so feared among his colleagues and employees were his rage and his ruthlessness, but Zemo was for the first time since he started working with your father, on the receiving end of it.

"Now, I'm going to release you and my daughter will see you out. If I don't see my money tomorrow, mark my words Helmut, there will be hell to pay."

"I-I can pay you now, with interest, for the inconvenience." Zemo reached inside his jacket's pocket to retrieve his phone and entered the amount he suggested. Your father's phone lit up and Zemo put his hands up in surrender.

"Good. Care to join me for Mallacan scotch?" Zemo nodded with a smile and clasped your fathers extended hand. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye before focusing on conversing with your father.

Bucky pulled you out of the room, knowing when his presence is no longer needed. He spun you around, pressing you into the wall and kissing you hard, his tongue invading your mouth.

"God, I wanted to do this since we entered that mansion." He panted into your lips as he leaned his forehead against yours. Staring into his eyes and trying to catch your breath, you thought about earlier conversation.

"We can tell my father about us tomorrow." You beamed at him.

Thank you for reading! 😊💙

The GIF doesn't belong to me - belongs to the talented creator 🙏😊

So...the third part is somehow here 🤣 The funny thing is, usually the stories turn out much darker then I planned and this one...just turned softer 🙈

It was inspired by this song:

Tagging: @marvelassassin221b @identity2212

[sannie-hannie]

idk ur so calm?? like jeonghan and u also stock on knives just in case. like, jeonghan. and ur also shy, like jeonghan. so, naturally id ship u with jeonghan BUT

u need a hoshi. or, dino. cus they will jump around u and make u slow dance with them in public

Omg....am I jeonghan??? 😬 Sknfkefn

But omg that second part made me soft 🥺💙 i kinda love that