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hi my lovelies!! so sorry its been forever! i’ve been working towards getting my degree and i’m finally in the last stages! but i’ve been reading through my old fics and definitely think i need to do some revamping. so i’m going to go through things over the next few weeks and try to get that all situated. maybe restart some series etc. i love you all so much, thank you for still being here with me 🩷🩷

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hi sorry what do you use to make your fake social medias?

i use the app social dummy! :)

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Over The Love (social media AU) pt. 11

Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

Series Masterlist

Previous Part

Heading back to your hometown for college, you’re excited for new adventures with your brother Steve and his new friends, as well as your old ones. But what happens when Bucky Barnes, your brothers best friend since kindergarten starts flirting with you? Can you both make is past your overprotective brother? Or will one of you crack under the pressure of keeping it a secret?

A/N: Hello! Thank you all for sticking with me through this! I think there will only be one or two more parts left. i just wanted to let you guys know i love and appreciate you all so much 🥺. Also i realized that the summary doesn’t really go along with the AU but oh well. ANYWAYS if you could check out my announcement over on my blog, its pinned just as a heads up for the rest of my blog for future things coming ahead. anyways enjoy! ❤️❤️

taglist: @inez-lannister-stark-martell @chloerinebarnes @momobaby227 @laneygthememequeen @p-marie-sp @ccolz88-blog @retrxbarnes @buckyinantarctica @viarogers @veronawrites @archangelslollipop @gaya-is-weird-af @cap-just-said-language @ravenkake @miss-nerd95 @oh-hey-janina @blonddnamedhandz @supervengerslock @valkyriesryde @inquisitor-selvala @quokkatrash @merigoldcaroline @stuckonjbbarnes @myfriendstexts @ilovesupersoliders @all-the-fandomss @starbxcks @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @wobblymug @silentkiller2374 @rhyrhy462 @themainleipotterhands

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“my child is completely fine” your child has fallen in love with men (and women) that don’t fucking exist 

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side note im almost at 1k??? u guys my heart 🥺🥺💞 I love you all so much

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fic announcement i guess??

hi guys!! I'm slowly getting back into writing again, and I’ve just recently begun watching titans, and discovered a love for dc so once my requests are open (which I promise will be soon!!) I will also be taking requests for dc fics as well. mainly Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, and Older Damian Wayne. I am going to attempt to finish some ongoing fics I currently have up right now. However I think I am going to redo heartbreak summer. I’m just not feeling it completely anymore and want to change it up a bit. That being said a new over the love part is coming out soon so stay tuned for that! there's only a few more parts left because I just want to finish it at this point. I need to get my blog on track and revamp it a bit. also please please let me know if you guys like the rose with metal thorns because I love it but if you guys aren’t interested in it then I won't continue to upload it on here anymore. 

Thank you for listening, love you all mmmmwah 

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the rose with metal thorns | bucky barnes

beauty and the beast AU

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3.5k

Character Key:

Beast: Bucky

Belle: Reader

Belles Father: Tony

Lumiere: Steve

Cogsworth: Sam

Mrs. Potts: Pepper Potts

Chip: Peter Parker

Gaston: Brock Rumlow

Le Fou: Zola

Monsieur D’Arque: Pierce

A/N: I’m not sure yet how exactly to summarize this. but i’ll figure that out later lol. i hope u guys like this, i worked for a while on it and while the whole thing isn’t finished i hope u like the first chapter. enjoy and let me know if u want to be on the taglist ✨💓 OH ALSO let me know what scenes from the movie you guys would like to see in this because i’m not 100% sure which ones i want to add just yet

Once Upon a time in the hidden heart of France, a handsome prince lived in a beautiful castle, although he had everything he could have ever wanted he was selfish, cold, and unkind. His castle was filled with the most beautiful people, and all things gold.

His parties were lavious, and the village people only ever dreamed of attending themselves.

However on one fateful night an unexpected woman arrived. She asked for shelter from the storm, offering a single red rose for his kindness. However the prince was repulsed by her haggard appearance and turned her away back into the cold of winter. Before the door could shut she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. Her skin and cloak melted away, to reveal a beautiful enchantress.

The Prince begged for forgiveness, but she refused, for she could see that there was no love in his heart.

As punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a spell on the castle, and it’s inhabitants.

As months bled into years, the prince and his servants were forgotten by the villagers. The castle was now hidden by vines and rose bushes deep into the forest. For the enchantress has erased the town folks' memory of the royal family. But the rose she had offered truly was enchanted. As the beast grew older, the rose stayed the same. But now in his 21st year, the rose was starting to wilt.

But if he could learn to love another by the time the last petal fell… the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.

As the years went on he fell into despair and lost his hope… for who could ever learn to love… a beast.

“Bonjur!”

“Good Morning (Y/N)”

“Where are you off too”

“To return this book to the library, it’s about two lovers in fair verona.” You were a romantic at heart, but god forbid anyone find out.

“Sounds boring…” The baker grumbled with a slight chuckle before walking off. You followed your usual path towards the library, hoping for any new books, but you were doubtful because in your small corner of the world the amount of people who actually knew how to read? Well lets just say that number was miniscule at best. You dodged angry market folk arguing about eggs being too expensive and slipped into the shop, the bell ringing just above your head.

“Ah good morning, where did you run off too this weekend?”

“Good morning!” You cheered, “Northern Italy, it was simply wonderful. I don’t suppose you have anything new for me?”

“Sadly no, but you’re welcome to anything else on the shelf.”

“Thank you…” You hummed, skimming your fingers over the dusted and used stem of the books in the shop. Picking out one about a princess and prince you tucked it under your arm, and grabbed your basket of groceries. “See you tomorrow!” You called, as the librarian chuckled before waving you off. Slipping back into the crowd at the center of the village, you began flipping through the pages, absorbing all the knowledge about the characters you could.

“Here’s where she meets prince charming, but she won’t discover that it’s him till chapter three.” You hummed, slipping in and out of groups of people and maneuvering around sheep as the shepherd tried his best, but ultimately failed to contain them all.

“(Y/N)!”

Brock… You internally groaned. Brock was what the village deemed, a hunk. Truly a misfortune since his brain was full of misguided judgements and specific roles women had to play. In his eyes you were nothing more than another one of his prey, a grand prize of sorts to be mounted to his wall.

“Good morning Brock.” You spoke as cheerful as possible, your nose still stuck in the book, hoping and praying he would go away. Alas your plan was to no avail… He continued to go on and on about how you two should be wed immediately, and how lucky you were to marry such a gorgeous specimen.

“If you think so highly of yourself, marry your reflection.” You huffed, glancing up at him through the stray hairs that lay scattered in front of your eyes. “No need to deprive yourself of all the me time you could want.”

“The whole town's talking about it. How a woman shouldn’t read, because then she starts getting ideas, and well we don’t want that now do we.”

“Brock you are absolutely primeval.” You muttered stuffing the book into your basket and crossing your arms.

“Why thank you my dear.” He grinned, causing you to chuckle and roll your eyes. “What do you say we take a walk over to the tavern and have ourselves an engagement announcement?”

“A what?!” You hissed, holding back from punching him square in the jaw. The thought of even kissing this fool made you want to puke, no less marrying him.

“I can’t, I’m sorry I have to go home to help my father.”

“That crazy old bat needs all the help he can get… from the asylum!” Brock's sidekick chortled, his shoulders shaking with every laugh.

“My father is a genius!” You shouted, and Brock stopped his laughs as best he could while punching his sidekick, Zola, square in the jaw.

“Sorry about that dearest, he was only joking!” Brock hissed, stepping in front of his sidekick and giving you a shit eating grin, leaning down close to your face. You coughed at his smelly breath and turned away once again sticking your nose in your book and hoping he would finally leave you be.

“Papa?” You called, as you shut the door behind you. Carefully setting the groceries down on the table you still had yet to put the book down. “Are you home?”

“Down here!” Tony called, and a small pop of an explosion went off before him in the basement. “Not for long.” He coughed, as he made his way up the stairs only to find you rushing towards him, arms out and a damp rag in your hands.

“Papa you’re going to lose an eye like that!” You scolded one hand on your hip as you began to wipe away at his face. Tony swatted away at your hand as he took the rag from you.

“Yeah yeah, what else is new. If becoming rich costs me an eye then so be it. Mr. Richards down the way lost an ear! You don’t hear his daughter complaining.”

“Papa, his daughter is a common whore who doesn’t live at home anymore. Besides it’s not like they got rich from him getting too close to his son swinging the axe. If anything they got even poorer.”

“Woe is me.” Tony gasped, placing the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. “I see our town's favorite suitor is still trying to get your hand in marriage.”

“If I wouldn’t be thrown in the town dungeon for cutting off his manhood I would have done it already. I pity the poor woman who ends up with that vile creature.” You huffed, beginning to put away the loaf of bread, and vegetables you picked up at the market.

“The baker is still selling his same old bread and rolls I see?” Tony chuckled, sitting down at the dining room table, flipping his glasses on and beginning to work on another gadget at the table.

“Every morning, just the same. Since the very first morning we came. To this poor provincial town. They judge us Papa, we deserve a better life than this. They call me strange, and say my head is up in the clouds!” Your hands waving around in the air frantically as you grip a bundle of carrots in your hand for supper.

“Okay well before we make any rash decisions, don’t go throwing vegetables around the cabin in a fit of rage.”

“They say I’m dazed and distracted, all because I’m a girl who knows how to read!” You huff, harshly turning around to face him. One hand on your hip, the other running a finger through your tousled hair. “They call you a crazy loon dad.”

Tony rolls his eyes and waves his hand towards you.

“Let them say what they want dearest. Your mother and you believed in me and that's all that matters. Besides, they're just jealous. I'm a genius and we're going to be rich soon. Now if you’ll excuse me my dear, I am off to the fair.” Tony stood up and clapped his hands together moving around the table to gather his things together.

“Take good care of him Jarvis.” You grinned giving the horse a gentle kiss to his snout as your father latched the cart to the steeds back. “And you, take care of my boy.” You spread your arms out and wrap your father in a huge hug. He laughs and shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you.

“Of course silly. I always do.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before climbing on the back of Jarvis and riding off, a shit eating grin plastered across his face. You wave as you watch him take the path leading into the woods. Darkness begins to fall across the town as you make your way back to your home, going to curl up by the fireplace with a quilt and a good book.

“Coming!” You called, standing up from your spot beside the fireplace. You carefully opened the door, knowing you weren't expecting any visitors.

“Hello my dear! It’s your lucky day.” Brock cheered, and you peered around his shoulder, a horrified look on your face as the sound of a band played in your front yard to the tune ‘here comes the bride.’

“Brock… What a pleasant surprise.” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning away from his face as he leans in.

“Well of course it is. I am just full of surprises. And there isn’t a girl in town who wouldn't want to marry such a fine specimen such as myself you know.”

“I think I could name a few…” You hiss, taking a few steps back from him and he takes that as an invitation to follow you into your home.

“This is the day all of your wildest dreams come true.” Brock fixes his hair in the mirror by the door before turning back around to look at you. Your hands are resting on your hips, balled into fists as you shoot daggers at him with your eyes.

“And what do you know about my dreams?”

“Plenty. Picture this, a perfect wedding. The whole town is invited, we head home to our hunting lodge. And soon after you are with child. We’ll have six or seven of course.”

“Six or seven dogs.”

“Ha and a sense of humor? Perfection. No dear, six or seven children.”

“Imagine that…” You mumble, putting the book you were reading back on the shelf and Brock cornered you between the door and himself. “I’m truly speechless, I don’t know what to say.” Your hand fumbles with the door knob behind your back as you make a quick escape. You kick the door out from behind you, and duck under his arms as he leans in to kiss you. You give a hard shove as he trips and falls out the front door landing into the pile of horse manure you had yet to take care of for that week. You slam the door shut behind you and quickly lock it, chuckling as you hear the band strike up loudly before Brock yells and they immediately quiet down and stop playing.

The pounding of hooves, your own heart beating heavily in your chest, and the snarling of wolves were all you heard as Jarvis carried you further and further into the dark forest. Snow began to litter the ground as your grip on the reins tightened.

Just an hour earlier you had awoken from your place by the dimly lit fireplace, to the sound of shrieking and loud neighs coming from outside. Confused, you pushed the hair from your face and groggily stood up. As the neighs got louder you threw the blanket from your shoulders and bolted out the front door, looking over the hill as Jarvis came racing towards you.

“Woah boy, easy easy…” You cooed, as he approached you, his breathing heavy as his hooves stomped at the ground ripping up the grass beneath him. “What’s wrong…” You whispered, scanning him for any obvious injuries. When you noticed he had none you took note of his missing passenger and carriage.

“Where's Papa? Can you take me to him?” The stallion seemed to nod as he let out a heavy breath. You climbed onto your back and kicked him forward before you even had a second to think.

“Careful Jarvis!” You cried as he knocked you into tree branches as he came to a sliding stop.

The wolves seemed to back off, now frightened of whatever laid beyond the castle walls.

Mustering up enough courage, you brushed the snow and twigs from the cloak that was draped around your shoulders.

“C’mon boy…” You whispered, taking the Belgian horse you grew up with up to the stables. The castle towered over you with a dark presence. You shivered, not because of the cold but because you could feel eyes on you as you tied the horse up to the stalls mumbling an ‘i’ll be back’ as you slowly made your way towards the front steps. Blood caked your right shoulder, ruining the white cloak you had been gifted by your mother before she passed, and you hissed as you shifted it along your shoulders. The wound opened again and you could see small claw marks.

One of the wolves had gotten to you, and you had only prayed Jarvis was alright, and didn’t have any serious injuries.

As you approached the top step you knocked harshly on the door three times and waited… No answer.

“For the love of…” You muttered pushing the door open only to be met with the interior of the castle whose darkness matched the exterior.

“Hello?” Nothing.

“Papa?” Silence.

The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the wolves howling in the distance outside, and the sound of your shoes against the concrete floors.

“You just couldn’t keep quiet could you! You hot headed fool! Serve him tea, sit in Bucks chair, pet the dog, put his feet up.” Sam grumbled waving his wooden arms around the place.

“I was being friendly. You should try it some time.” Steve chided, shooting Sam a harsh glare as he shoved his arm.

“There's a girl in the castle!” A teacup appeared behind the two friends, bouncing up and down whilst trying to contain his excitement.

“Ha! Nice try Peter.” Steve laughed, reaching down to rub at the top of his head.

“No really! I saw her! I really really did!”

“Oh yes and I saw a pig flying out in the garden yesterday afternoon. Looks like we're all finally going mad.” Sam rolled his eyes, turning his body to face away from the two and looked down the hall. “My gods…” He whispered in a hushed tone but Steve still had heard him.

“Is a pig finally flying Samuel?”

“M-M-M-My…”

“Pig got your tongue?” Steve let out a boisterous laugh turning around to guide Peter over to where his mother was impatiently waiting for him to hop back onto the cart, when Sam whipped him back around, his hands on either side of his face. And there she was at the end of the hall walking slowly towards them.

A long white cloak joined at the base of her neck with a red and gold gem, there was a tear in the side of the cloak that looked like a wolf's claw marks, and dried blood gathered across the wound. Steve groaned internally, Buck would not be happy about that when he found out. The dress she was wearing was light blue and it was covered with dirt, a bit of blood and some rips. Her hair was covered by the hood, but he could tell there had to have been a few twigs intertwined with the pieces of (y/h/c) hair that stuck out beneath the hood.

“Sam?”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Why not!” Steve practically yelled, somehow keeping his voice a whisper. “She could be the one to break the spell!” Before Sam can even respond, Steve is already hopping down off the table they were on and making his way towards the mantle she would soon pass.

“Papa?” You called out again, the hushed voices coming to a halt as your voice echoed through the dark corridors. “Who’s there?” The moonlight that shone through the crack in the curtains did little to aid you in maneuvering around the dark hallway. As you turned a corner a gold candelabra was lit up, the light glowing and illuminating the space around you. “Thank god.” You whispered, grabbing hold of the stem.

“I’m not a god m’lady,”

“Who said that!” You shrieked, turning around abruptly moving your arm out to stick the candelabra outwards only to be met with the stone wall of the castle.

“I did!” You feel movement in your hand and squeeze your eyes shut.

“I know a candle did not just talk to me…”

“Actually my dear, I’m a candelabra not a simple candle.” You jump when he talks again, letting him clatter to the floor. “Okay, ow… didn’t your father ever teach you not to drop your talking decor on the floor? You’d think with how well he took to us you would have been the same.”

“My father?! So he is here?” Your heart leapt at the thought of finding him and hugging him as tightly as you could manage. The candle nodded and began hopping off down the hall towards a large wooden door. Carefully, you took a few steps forward and soon he was leading you up a winding staircase, about every floor you passed had at least one cell and you prayed your father wasn’t in one and his room was simply just at the top.

Your heart stopped as the candle stopped and dipped his head slightly, motioning towards the cell. You were freezing and brought your cloak closer around your body for any bit of warmth you could manage.

“Papa!” You shouted lunging towards the door, your hands connecting with his. “Your hands… they’re as cold as ice!”

“Y/N?! You shouldn’t be here! You have to go!”

“Wh-What?” You breathed, cupping his cold face with your hands. Shaking your head you began to frantically search the floor around you. “No no I’m not leaving without you. Who did this to you?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in anger as you heard the candelabra move closer towards you.

“I don’t have time to explain, but please go now before it's too late!”

“I am not leaving without you!”

You jumped and whipped around as a loud thud came from behind you. Towering over you was a large figure, his face and body hidden within the shadows.

“What have you done to him!” You screamed using the bars of your fathers cell to scramble to your feet without having to look away from the looming figure.

“The master of this castle and these lands.”

“Please, let my father go! What could you possibly want from him! He’s sick and he’ll die here please!” You cried, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as your face grew hot with frustration and anger.

“He shouldn’t have trespassed here then.”

“I wasn’t even tresspasing!” Tony argued, while sick and about to double over due to sickness he still had fire in his eyes. The figure let out a low guttural growl, and you felt fear roll through your body.

“Just please let him go, take me instead!”

“NO! Y/N don’t you dare!” You whipped around to look at your father, his eyes pleading with you, he cupped your face as you held his wrists. “I’ve lived my life y-you still have your whole life ahead of you! You-you need to see the world you-” Before you could finish you were being shoved back a large paw clamping down on your shoulder. You stared at it, horrified, unable to move as he unlocked your fathers cell.

“My dearest…” Tony ran to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Please you can’t do this, you have to go!” You frantically shook your head, not able to even wrap your arms around him, the feeling of betrayal causing bile to rise in your throat.

“Move.” The beast grumbled, and you watched in horror as he grabbed your father and dragged him down the stairs, screaming after you. All you could do was lay there against the cold floor, your heart thumping against your chest as tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. That would be the last time you would ever see your father, and you had accepted that.

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Over The Love (social media AU) pt 10.

Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

Series Masterlist

Previous Part

Heading back to your hometown for college, you’re excited for new adventures with your brother Steve and his new friends, as well as your old ones. But what happens when Bucky Barnes, your brothers best friend since kindergarten starts flirting with you? Can you both make is past your overprotective brother? Or will one of you crack under the pressure of keeping it a secret?

A/N: HII! okay first i want to say i am so incredibly sorry for this being so late. the pandemic really knocked me on my ass and i’ve had a lot of personal issues. plus i didn’t really know where to go with this but now i think i do so hopefully you guys enjoy. thank you so much for sticking by me, i hope you enjoy much love to you all ❤️

taglist: @inez-lannister-stark-martell @chloerinebarnes @momobaby227 @laneygthememequeen @p-marie-sp @ccolz88-blog @retrxbarnes @buckyinantarctica @viarogers @veronawrites @archangelslollipop @gaya-is-weird-af @cap-just-said-language @ravenkake @miss-nerd95 @oh-hey-janina @blonddnamedhandz @supervengerslock @valkyriesryde @inquisitor-selvala @quokkatrash @merigoldcaroline @stuckonjbbarnes @myfriendstexts @ilovesupersoldiers @starbxcks @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @clarinette07

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IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE LOL BUT PART 10 COMING TOMORROW OR TUESDAY❤️❤️

Over The Love (social media AU) Masterlist

Heading back to your hometown for college, you’re excited for new adventures with your brother Steve and his new friends, as well as your old ones. But what happens when Bucky Barnes, your brothers best friend since kindergarten starts flirting with you? Can you both make is past your overprotective brother? Or will one of you crack under the pressure of keeping it a secret?

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier End Credits Redacted Text

Shadow group pulls off massive weapons heist

El nuevo Capitán América [viene?] con fuerza en una de (The new Captain America comes out strong in a)

Executive thereof may make / Age of thirty Years, and been → US Constitution, eligibility to serve in the Senate

Those with secret identities must reveal their legal names and true identities to the United Nations. / Those with innate powers must submit to a power analysis, which will categorize their threat level and determine potential health risks. → Sokovia Accords

According to Thaddeus Ross: All information regarding the Enhanced Humans Act has been reported to to be classified by Major Donavan of Special Unit…

Governments are forbidden from deploying enhanced individuals outside of their own national borders, unless those individuals are given clearance as described above. The same rule also applies to non-government organizations that operate on a global scale (including S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers). → Sokovia Accords

Explosion rocks central Tokyo high-rise building

No contracting state shall expel or return a refugee in any manner whatsoever → …to the frontiers of territories where his life or freedom would be threatened on account of his race, religion, nationality, membership of a particular social group or political opinion. UN Convention and Protocol Relating to the Status of Refugees, 1951

Give me your tired, your poor / Your huddled masses yearning → Poem for the Statue of Liberty “The New Colossus”

repeat: Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать, Рассвет, Печь, Девять, Добросердечный → The Winter Soldier’s code words

With a view to receiving the advice and consent of the Senate to ratification, I transmit herewith the Extradition Treaty between the Government of the United States of America and REDACTED, and related exchanges of letters, signed at Washington on March 31, 2003 → Official treaty document formula sent to the Senate by the President

Forces from neighboring Madripoor have committing human rights violations

Classified / AGENT #13 of S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Service

Destruction notice / destroy this [report when it is no longer needed] / do not return to sender → Standard notice for access-limited government documents

the Nation is called upon to recognize the patriotism of fellow citizens from all ethnic, racial, and religious → …backgrounds. USA PATRIOT Act, 2001

Masked man plunges downtown Prague into chaos.

Conditions of Release / You must appear in court when ordered. You must obey all court orders, and all federal, state, and local laws. If represented by an attorney, who shall notify prosecuting authority and the court. Within 24 hours after you change residence. You must receive hand written permission from the court before leaving. You must contact these persons before

PM 7:00 / DEC. 16 1991 / CAM 3 → Timestamp on surveillance camera that captured the assassination of Howard Stark

The Selective Training and Service Act of 1940, as amended / Selective Service Manual (looseleaf) / The Selective Service Manual is divided into six major subdivisions, and each page is identified in a manner which will indicate the subdivision in which it should be placed. In addition to this identification, supplemental pages which contain new material or changes in earlier material are also marked to show the date of release and the source of any changes in regulations which appear thereon. → Enacted 15 months before the attack on Pearl Harbor, this was the first peacetime draft in US history

All repeat / standing for freedom and liberty for our veterans → srsly wtf

БОРЬБА С ТЕРРОРИЗМОМ ОСНОВЫВАЕТСЯ НА ОБЕСПЕЧЕНИЕ И ЗАЩИТЫ ОСНОВНЫХ ПРАВ И СВОБОД ЧЕЛОВЕКА И ГРАЖДАНИНА (Combating terrorism is based on ensuring and protecting fundamental human and civil rights and freedoms) → Russian federal law, 2006

Five years lost and found / How do we move forward?

Where do we go, now that they’re gone?

U.S. bombers hit HYDRA factories

Executive thereof may make / Age of thirty Years, and been → US Constitution, eligibility to serve in the Senate

[?] sparked [?] pro-Gov’t

District of Columbia support group / Please sign in below:

Mission Report: / December 16, 1991. Long Island, NY

Senator Atwood pushes for stricter border enforcement

No contracting state shall expel or return a refugee in any manner whatsoever → …to the frontiers of territories where his life or freedom would be threatened on account of his race, religion, nationality, membership of a particular social group or political opinion. UN Convention and Protocol Relating to the Status of Refugees, 1951

Those with secret identities must reveal their legal names and true identities to the United Nations. / Those with innate powers must submit to a power analysis, which will categorize their threat level and determine potential health risks. → Sokovia Accords

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. → Poem for the Statue of Liberty “The New Colossus”

shall be on Oath or Affirmation. When the President / two thirds of the Members present. / disqualification to hold and enjoy any Office of honor / Indictment, Trial, Judgment and Punishment → US Constitution, the role of the Senate in presidential impeachment

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Every time John called Bucky Bucky I did not like it. He needs to be a little more respectful.

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STAY WHO YOU ARE

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hi lovelies!! i started watching tf&tws and got some pep back in my wanting to write. hopefully i’ll get over my writers block. i wanna finish up one of the other series i’m working on, hopefully heartbreak summer. heres the lil moodboard i did for my new series that i had previously talked about if anyone wants to take a guess on what it will be based in.

i miss writing for you guys 💓

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how to track anonymous asks.

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I cut the cake on my baby gender reveal party and the m&m’s are black. “It’s a goth!” we shout in unison. My family is sobbing. Morticia Addams is there,

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Reblog art guys. Seriously.