#so I gave you something logner

[buckcap1]

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The soldier had been contacted anonymously a few days ago, and after some back and forth, he agree to meet with the person at a dinner just outside of Buffalo. Bucky walked into the dinner, stripping off his heavy winter coat as he entered the dinner. As he waited for the host to greet him, he looked over at his usual corner booth to see if this person was there yet; it was empty. 

“Well, look who it is...it’s been too long,” a waiter greeted him a huge smile on her face, “Your usual booth I assume?”

“Please,” he said, following behind the waiter.

“I’ll bring your coffee.”

He thanked the waiter and then checked his watch. They should been here any minute now.

[bookwyrminspiration]

On page 536 of Lodestar, the Fork Man refers to the black swan technopath as a boy. Yet, later, when we meet Tinker, they refer to them with female pronouns. So, was this a plothole? Do they have more than one brilliant technopath? Or is Tinker pangender or genderfluid or something?

oh I hadn’t even noticed that, nonsie. Nice!

realistically, probably just an accident. I’d wager that Tinker wasn’t an established character in Shannon’s mind at that point in time in the series. So she just referred to the technopath vaguely. And then Tinker was more fleshed out later and that’s when we saw the character referred to with she/her pronouns!

this happens fairly often in series, as once something is published you can’t go back and fix it easily. And you know other people have read it and seen it. For example: Blackjack, from pjo, is referred to with she/her when first introduced (I think in titan’s curse), but he/him when seen in the next book. Shannon also gave Stina two last names! Her last name was originally Logner, and some people (myself included) still have the first books with that now-incorrect information. It just happens sometimes!

but it’s definitely fun to take it and say that means Tinker’s genderqueer, so I entirely adore that perspective too! It opens up a while door of possible genders she could be and label herself as, although I personally like agender/genderless headcanons because my gender happens to be missing and I like to project sometimes.

If you have any genderqueer!tinker headcanons, feel free to send them in! I’d love to hear them /g

[thejunkelemental]

Late

I wonder if it would be too late to ask to talk.  To sit next to each other on the couch, our legs interwoven and talk about the life we wanted together.  Talk of what we can change within ourselves and what we can offer.   Of course it is. You said as much. But I wonder how that conversation would have gone sometimes.  You and me smiling at each other as we carefully laid out our soul, bare, before us.  Do you remember when I laid mine out before you?  I was less afraid then.  I did not think so much you would abandon me or run away.  I told you things I was afraid to tell anyone else and you smiled at me, took my hand, and squeezed it. Your acceptance was one of the greatest gifts I had ever received in my life.  All my darkness and terror and fear you took with a smile and extended your hand.  You loved all of me.  All of me. I wish I could have convinced you I loved all of you as well.  Not that I did not want to change the parts of me that I did not like or thought detracted from our happiness...but you accepted all of me anyways. And I kept poking at your flaws. I wish I could convince you that beneath the fear was an honest and total devotion to the person you were.  I would have done anything for you.  And although it took time for me to implement, I followed every request you made. When you allowed yourself to be mine (For none can own you save yourself) my worst days did not compare to the worst days of my life.  Maybe that is why I was always able to let them go...even the worst day with you did not compare to the days I had without you. You wanted to be that for me.  And once you told me I was that for you. But we lost faith along the way and things became so stressful and frightening. I hope you are working on yourself now, preparing for your next partner. I wish it was not too late for us.  I wish I would look up and see you at the door.  You would say you have conditions, you would say that things have to be different.  I would nod and ask you how. We would talk through the night, till you said you needed to sleep for work the next day and I would, for the first time in a long time, lay down the discussion and happily curl up with you.  “Of course, snapdragon,” I would murmur into your neck.  “We have time.  I’m in no rush for happiness, you are here and I am here and that is all that matters in this topsy turvy world.” You ask me to let go of the past.  That nothing can be changed.  You mean that you will change nothing, my love.  You control the weave of this narrative currently and what you need to do for yourself trumps what is happening to me. I would lay myself out to be a garden for your improvement.  I want to celebrate your triumphs, support your efforts, grow with you into the couple we dreamed about being. Do you remember when we talked about that? I no longer see a way back for us, because the past cannot be changed.  Only the future can.  It is not too late to reconsider, you know.  To let me have the opportunity to show you that I can be good for you and for us. That I can be who you married and who you loved and more than that.  I desperately want to show you that with love and dedication, any issue between two people can be healed and solved.  I know I have asked so much and you are so tired.  But I do now want what I wanted then.  For you to come home. Fie on my parents and their rules and designs.  Let’s move to Florida and feed gators.  Fie on what anyone else thinks or feels...we are all that matters in a relationship between us. I want to honor you.  I want to live forward and grow with you. You will always be my hearthome and I have so much left to show you...so much more magic left in this heart to offer to you. I know you do not read these entries...and if you did you would turn up your nose.  Oh, he is stuck in the past.  Oh he will not move on.  Oh he makes this harder on himself than he should. If this pain I feel is the cost of loving you so completely and having faith in who we are together.  Then I am glad of it.  I am glad that I had complete confidence in you.  I am glad I put my faith in you.  You, kind and compassionate soul, found me and showed me ways to love myself I had never known before. Your absence sears and I want only to talk to you. If you must wait for the storm of my heart to die before you can see me again...you are better off casting me aside entirely.  Allowing me to disappear.  You will heal and be whole, but I made the choice before that frigid night among the lights that you would be my wife.  I made the choice that through good times and bad, global pandemics and sunny springs, I would never give up on you. I suppose there is something to be said for loving you enough to let you make your choice.  And...I do.  I cannot stop you although I do truly wish in my heart you would find a reason to return, something inside you that misses being with me. I want you to be happy.  If you cannot see joy with me, happiness with me, then cast me aside.  Be done with this past and this life and burst forth a new woman into a new world, free and reborn. I am part of the past and the future just holds no more interest to me.  I made a vow in Brown County that I would stay with you through good times and bad.  Sickness and health.  As long as there was a way forward to work on myself and us, I would take it and prioritize it. I have long failed to completely provide this for you.  I have been derelect in my duties...in what I should have been.  But there is still so much in me that wants to provide these things, and prove that I can. That I stumbled but I am and was ready to be your husband when I made those vows. I truly was, Snapdragon, and I am still ready to honor them as best I can and heal any harm I have done...if you will forgive me and let me try. I am not unsalvagable.  We are not unsalvageable. But I will not be your curse. I will begone if there is no logner room for me in your life. I long to hear your voice...to talk through the night, joke and be part of your life. I wish so many things, all of them silly. But I will never regret wishing you would come to love me like I loved you.  I wished it four years ago after you cooled my forehead by icing your own hand.  I wish it now, miles away from you, separated by quarantine. I want this to just be a chapter in our love story.  A sad chapter, but one where we found something hopeful and continued. And if it truly is the last one.  I have thorougly loved being in this book and being part of your love and kindness. You gave me more than I deserved and I only wish I could have left something worth missing...worth wanting again. Sleep well, my snapdragon, alone, covered in stuffed animals, or in the arms of another. My love is always yours and I hope it safeguards your dreams and keeps our family safe. I love you Goodnight.

[datingadviceonreddit]

I am a 26 year old woman who have been dating 27 year old man for 2-3 months now.And things were great, and well... not sure what the heck ia going on, might just be me overreacting (I am insecure, and it will take a little logner into a relationship before I get comfortable).Anyway. We met online, as he pointed out, the girl he is looking for is most likely going to be sitting at home. We are not the type to go out and such. We had a few great dates, 4-5 before tve first sleepover. The sex and everything have been great! We got into a rythem of seeing eachother monday/tuesday as well as saturday to sunday sleepover. And things were great, untill last week.Its now been two weeks since I saw him last. We had a date for last saturday bt he cancelled. He has just gotten a promotion at work, and had been super stressed with work and working overtime. So he cancelled due to a migrane. I was sad, but hey, life happens. That sunday was fathersday (in my country) so we did not get to see eachother then either.Monday and tuesday this last week he travlled with work, and worked overtime at work wedensday to friday. And this saturday again a migrane.The thing is, before he got a migrane this saturday as well, he had already said he was not sure if he would have time for me this weekend. Today (sunday) he was doing work stuff as well as housework stuff. He has prevoiusly not minded me sitting there in the sofa with him, even if he has work to do.And I asked him about findign time for maybe a dinner this week and he said he would be really busy this week as well.Now he has been super sweet up until well one week ago. He brought me chocolate on our first date, roses on the second one. One sunday when I was going from his place to some friends he insisted on baking a cake (and put it in a heart shape). He also has told me that he feels me too good to be true.Things do not add up. He has told me he tells the truth, if I ask if I look fat in a dress he will tell me excatly what he thinks, no sugar coating. And he is this way with stuff, the ugly truth. Which cam be nice because you always know excatly what he means.I want to ask him whats up, but it could very well be my imagination. Texting have been mostly okay, a little distant saturday (but he was in bed with a migrane though). And well. I don't know. Does not help that due to work (on both parts) we have not had sex in over a month now, which is also driving me a bit nuts.I feel like maybe be is simply stressed out and maybe just getting comfortable... my gut (even though it is turning it self inside out) does not feel like he is honestly thinking about anything that I am worried about. But I still can't help but worry. Part of me is bracing itself for the breakeup text. Which is also why I was crying in the shower today, which is not right. A guy should not make a girl cry. But if I were to ask him, and he really is clueless about what the heck I am talking about, I feel like I just pulled the plug myself. And I am crazy about him. Just thinking about the last goodbuy kiss lights a fire in me.So more or less driving me crazy with worry, gave myself a fever earlier tonight.I know talk to him is an answer, but beyond that, thoughts? Is he simply stressed do you think. I just think it should not be too mich to ask for, just to see on one noght this week, the weekend is filled up, him friday, and me saturday (which ia knows) so if things do nlt happen during the week now, we will be up to 3 weeks without seeing eachother and that is not a good thing. Me crying over him is not a good thing...So as you can sum up, I am going crazy! Partly preparing myself for a breakeup and partly still wanting to fight for this. God how I wish I was some months into the future and could look back at this as a bad dream!I think I will try the whole wait untill he calls me thing, see how interested he is, maybe if I go quiet he will start to ask if something ka wrong, maybe apologize for being busy with work and suggest a time for a date... I don't know, maybe I am dreaming lf saving a sinking ship... the ball is definetively in his court!Sorry for the long text, I am not going crazy, I think I am already there. Any thoughts? Anything would be great, even if it is to tell me I am being crazy over nothing. meeting this guy made 2017 too good to be true, and I have been holding my beath waiting for something to explode, so I am also terrified that I am simply sabotaging myself! via /r/dating_advice