#Rose Bernstein

[viceandmature]

Reading Is Fundamental

[snaaakingyo]

some pet(?)

[tampire]

Yamazaki takes off his fur coat in earlier games / Yama keeps wearing his fur coat in KOF XV

[fmchibi]

Here´s my super small entry into last years KOFtober

_insert crying cat here_

[incorrect-snkquotes]

Rugal: Adelheid, could you pass the salt?

Adelheid: Could you pass away?

Rose: (to horrified guests): This is normal

[jose92gt]

Rose Bernstein esta cumpleaños hoy 12 de Marzo, Rose es hija de Rugal e hizo su debut en la franquicia en KOF 2003 como personaje secundario y en KOF XIII fue la organizadora bajo la influencia de Botan

Rose como pasatiempo favorito es tocar el piano

[chocolatte-del-lago]

Adel and Rose

[flamentnagel]

The Devil's Daughter

[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Joni Mitchell “For The Roses” inner-gatefold © Joel Bernstein.

[martialartscompendium]

random starter - @pseudomonarkaerenea ( Adelheid )

Knowing Rose isn’t stubborn but arrogant, even a girl is vulnerable by chances. She was outside that time as she wasn’t supposed to meet Rugal but fate had met them together. She still remembered on her first ‘meeting’ on him that realized that her brother was right. Her cheek had red on it, possibly slapped her that time.

“Brother, i-” Rose sighs in grief, she had to tell him. “I met Father accidentally. He told me to choose between him and you. Tell me, brother. What should i do?”  Her happiness to meet her father ended up in things that never end well. She needs his advice at this time of need.

[viceandmature]

Same Energy

[notesfromachair]

Conduct Becoming

I spent my birthday this weekend with Bradley Cooper and it was more than I could have hoped for.  Oooo Chairy, tell me more He spoke after the screening of Maestro, a film he directed, co-wrote and stars in which I will happily tell everyone is original, riveting and at times even brilliant. There, I said, it – the B word.  It no longer means Bradley or Bernstein.  And it’s not a word that I…

[spacelazarwolf]

in honor of that anon who said jews have done nothing for the world, here’s a non exhaustive list of things we’ve done for the world:

arts, fashion, and lifestyle:

jeans - levi strauss

modern bras - ida rosenthal

sewing machines - isaac merritt singer

modern film industry - carl laemmle (universal pictures), adolph zukor (paramount pictures), william fox (fox film forporation), louis b. mayer (mgm - metro-goldwyn-mayer), harry, sam, albert, and jack warners (warner bros.), steven spielberg, mel brooks, marx brothers

operetta - jacques offenbach

comic books - stan lee

graphic novels - will eisner

teddy bears - morris and rose michtom

influential musicians - irving berlin, stephen sondheim, benny goodman, george gershwin, paul simon, itzhak perlman, leonard bernstein, bob dylan, leonard cohen

artists - mark rothko

actors - elizabeth taylor, jerry lewis, barbara streisand

comedians - lenny bruce, joan rivers, jerry seinfeld

authors - judy blume, tony kushner, allen ginsberg, walter mosley

culture:

esperanto - ludwik lazar zamenhof

feminism - betty friedan, gloria steinem, ruth bader ginsberg

queer and trans rights - larry kramer, harvey milk, leslie feinberg, abby stein, kate bornstein, frank kameny, judith butler

international women's day - clara zetkin

principles of journalizm, statue of liberty, and pulitzer prize - joseph pulitzer

"the new colossus" - emma lazarus

universal declaration of human rights - rene samuel cassin

holocaust remembrance and human rights activism - elie wiesel

workers rights - louis brandeis, rose schneiderman

public health care, women's rights, and children's rights - lillian wald

racial equity - rabbi abraham joshua heschel, julius rosenwald, andrew goodman, michael schwerner

political theory - hannah arendt

disability rights - judith heumann

black lives matter slogan and movement - alicia garza

#metoo movement - jodi kantor

institute of sexology - magnus hirschfeld

technology:

word processing computers - evelyn berezin

facebook - mark zuckerberg

console video game system - ralph henry baer

cell phones - amos edward joel jr., martin cooper

3d - leonard lipton

telephone - philipp reis

fax machines - arthur korn

microphone - emile berliner

gramophone - emile berliner

television - boris rosing

barcodes - norman joseph woodland and bernard silver

secret communication system, which is the foundation of the technology used for wifi - hedy lamarr

three laws of robotics - isaac asimov

cybernetics - norbert wiener

helicopters - emile berliner

BASIC (programming language) - john george kemeny

google - sergey mikhaylovich brin and larry page

VCR - jerome lemelson

fax machine - jerome lemelson

telegraph - samuel finley breese morse

morse code - samuel finley breese morse

bulletproof glass - edouard benedictus

electric motor and electroplating - boris semyonovich jacobi

nuclear powered submarine - hyman george rickover

the internet - paul baran

icq instant messenger - arik vardi, yair goldfinger,, sefi vigiser, amnon amir

color photography - leopold godowsky and leopold mannes

world's first computer - herman goldstine

modern computer architecture - john von neumann

bittorrent - bram cohen

voip internet telephony - alon cohen

data archiving - phil katz, eugene roshal, abraham lempel, jacob ziv

nemeth code - abraham nemeth

holography - dennis gabor

laser - theodor maiman

instant photo sharing online - philippe kahn

first automobile - siegfried samuel marcus

electrical maglev road - boris petrovich weinberg

drip irrigation - simcha blass

ballpoint pen and automatic gearbox - laszlo biro

photo booth - anatol marco josepho

medicine:

pacemakers and defibrillators - louise robinovitch

defibrillators - bernard lown

anti-plague and anti-cholera vaccines - vladimir aronovich khavkin

polio vaccine - jonas salk

test for diagnosis of syphilis - august paul von wasserman

test for typhoid fever - ferdinand widal

penicillin - ernst boris chain

pregnancy test - barnhard zondek

antiretroviral drug to treat aids and fight rejection in organ transplants - gertrude elion

discovery of hepatitis c virus - harvey alter

chemotherapy - paul ehrlich

discovery of prions - stanley prusiner

psychoanalysis - sigmund freud

rubber condoms - julius fromm

birth control pill - gregory goodwin pincus

asorbic acid (vitamin c) - tadeusz reichstein

blood groups and rh blood factor - karl landsteiner

acyclovir (treatment for infections caused by herpes virus) - gertrude elion

vitamins - caismir funk

technique for measuring blood insulin levils - rosalyn sussman yalow

antigen for hepatitus - baruch samuel blumberg

a bone fusion technique - gavriil abramovich ilizarov

homeopathy - christian friedrich samuel hahnemann

aspirin - arthur ernst eichengrun

science:

theory of relativity - albert einstein

theory of the electromagnetic field - james maxwell

quantum mechanics - max born, gustav ludwig hertz

quantum theory of gravity - matvei bronstein

microbiology - ferdinand julius cohn

neuropsychology - alexander romanovich luria

counters for x-rays and gamma rays - robert hofstadter

genetic engineering - paul berg

discovery of the antiproton - emilio gino segre

discovery of cosmic microwave background radiation - arno allan penzias

discovery of the accelerating expansion of the universe - adam riess and saul merlmutter

discovery that black hole formation is a robust prediction of the general theory of relativity - roger penrose

discovery of a supermassive compact object at the center of the milky way - andrea ghez

modern cosmology and the big bang theory - alexander alexandrovich friedmann

stainless steel - hans goldschmidt

gas powered vehicles

interferometer - albert abraham michelson

discovery of the source of energy production in stars - hans albrecht bethe

proved poincare conjecture - grigori yakovlevich perelman

biochemistry - otto fritz meyerhof

electron-positron collider - bruno touschek

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Grief was no stranger to you — it ebbed and flowed with time; its currents ill-suited to travel for those who were heavily ladened with loss. That was where you came in, offering the comfort of your empathy and gift to those who remained stuck, and to those that passed on. It was how you met him, and it was how you became the light in his otherwise shadowed life.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☽☾ Grim Reaper!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☽☾ 1.6k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☽☾ Heavy angst, referenced deaths (a child + a pet), fluff, comfort

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ☽☾ Please, heed the warnings I have given. ☽☾ Given what has happened in my life, imagining someone that comforts me as much as Bucky does — as Death — was beyond healing. ☽☾ To those who are grieving, my heart goes out to you — you are loved, and you will make it through, I promise you.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ☽☾ Saturn (slowed by palomar) by Sleeping At Last ☽☾ Saturn by Sleeping At Last ☽☾ Adiago for Strings, Op. 11 by Samuel Barber, Leonard Bernstein, New York Philharmonic ☽☾ Goodnight Moon by Marco Beltrami

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒂 ☽☾ @sgt-seabass ☽☾ I want to say a huge thank you to my dear friend — even though I made you sob. You knew what this fic meant to me and you soldiered on, making it so much better. Thank you. 🖤

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☽☾ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟭— Death AU —  Masterlist

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Tending to spirits and those passed on was part of who you were. When you were a child, no older than ten years, you had experienced it for the first time – a lost spirit, a young little girl, had called out for help from the corner of your bedroom and had given you one hell of a fright.

She was crying for her mother and father, her dress in tatters and cheeks tear-stained. You learnt that she had wandered out of her family’s backyard and tumbled down an embankment and into a dam.

By the time her mother had found her, it was too late.

You spent the night consoling her, completely at sea for what was happening, and by sunrise, she had vanished into thin air. There were wisps of smoke in her wake, gliding in tendrils to the ceiling and through it. 

Over the many years since that fateful night, you learnt that you were gifted – gifted with the ability to sense, see, and hear those that cannot pass on. And, it was how you met him. 

The Grim Reaper was known and feared by all – the fear of the end, fear of the unknown, hell, fear of death itself. 

You knew of the Grim Reaper, but not in the way that people would have expected. 

“I know you’re there,” you whispered, crouching at the headstone of a decades old grave. The wind whistled quietly through the empty branches of the trees above you, and you looked over your shoulder, smiling slightly at the formless haze of black mist. “You can’t sneak up on me. You know that.”

“One of these days,” a deep voice said, and you could just hear the pout in their tone. “I will manage to surprise you.”

“I would hope not, Bucky.”

The haze warped and formed a solid body – a tall figure in a billowing cloak, a charming smile, and piercing blue eyes upturned in a dramatic eye roll. “Semantics.”

You stood from the grave and turned to face him, crossing your arms. Your show of defiance softened his gaze, and he smiled softly. The moon shone above, and under the curtain of his dark hair, you could see the wisps of smoke that made up his face falter and flicker, showing his true form. 

“I have missed you, my darling,” Bucky whispered. 

Bucky’s embrace was cold, but no less comforting as he squeezed you to his chest. “Me too,” you said, smiling at him as you pulled away. “I was just tidying up. Walk with me?”

“Of course,” Bucky smiled. The roses you had held in your hand felt all the lighter for his presence, and you grabbed his offered elbow, leading him down the row of old graves to place fresh roses when a quiet whoosh sounded behind you. Bucky looked over his shoulder, and his smile turned saddened. “I see you haven’t managed to help this little one.”

Following his gaze, you withered, sniffling slightly as you watched the little ball of bright mist follow in your footsteps. The sound of your grief gave Bucky pause, and his hand came to rest on your cheek. “What is it?”

“I miss them so much.” A flicker of despair shot through Bucky’s usually bright gaze, and you sobbed. “I can’t do it-”

“Breathe, darling,” Bucky urged, pulling you close. His arms were tight across your shoulders and back, and you broke; months of grief and pain hit you all at once. “I’m here, my precious. I have you. I’m so sorry.”

Bucky held you close, letting you grieve in his arms and absolve you of your pain. He knew how cruel it had been to take away your smallest, closest friend – he hadn’t wanted to do it, he had begged and pleaded for things to be different, but it didn’t work. Nature took its course, and he had cursed that day to high heaven. 

Moments passed until you were finally able to breathe, and you clutched at his chest, his arms, just to feel him – to know he was real. 

“Here,” Bucky said softly, and he gestured to the ball of mist until it brightened and expanded into the form of your best friend. “They can walk with us, after all,” he paused, a small smirk forming on his pale lips. "Not everyone cares as much as you for these souls, my darling. At least, not enough to leave flowers for those that have long since moved on.”

“Oh, baby,” you rushed, and Bucky let you go so you could kneel in front of the spirit of your best friend. “I have missed you.”

A quiet noise of greeting sounded from the mist, and Bucky pulled you gently to your feet, his free hand now holding the bouquet of roses. “What have you been up to?”

The two of you walked through the cemetery, placing roses at every grave that lay bare as you spoke and told him all about your life as a mortal, and Bucky hummed and occasionally interjected with a sly smile or a shake of his head. “How about you?” You asked, smiling at him. 

Bucky only shrugged, the movement shifting his long hair and causing a stray wisp of mist to expose his shoulder. “It is as it always has been,” he offered, smiling sadly. “I can only offer so much comfort to those whose time has come, but they remain afraid of me nonetheless.”

“You’re kind, Bucky,” you hastened to say, pulling him to stop, and he looked into your face sullenly – defeated. “You always have been kind, and you have never taken someone when it wasn’t their time. You cannot help what nature intended, even if it hurts, I know that,” you added softly, staring down at the bright bounding form at both your feet. “Without you, it would be something else, and whatever they may be, they would not be as compassionate as you.” 

“But they are afraid of me,” Bucky interjected, gesturing at himself. “I do not want to hurt them, I do not want to cause pain, I-”

“You are my Bucky. You are the love of my life, and even if I cannot truly have you, you will always have my heart – I am the moon,” you begin, clutching at his hands and giving them a slight shake. “My heart will always love and welcome the dark. You are not at fault for how nature is. Do you understand me?”

Silence echoed amongst the graves. Your heavy breaths made your shoulders rise and fall as you stared at Bucky, pleading for him to realise – to understand. 

“Are you afraid of me?”

The question split your heart in half with its severity, and you exhaled sharply. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” you affirmed, stepping into his space. “No, I am not afraid of you and will never be afraid of you.”

The graveyard fell away, bit by bit, and you pulled Bucky into your chest. It wasn’t just you who was grieving, hurting with the heavy burden of pain. “Walk with me,” you whispered into Bucky’s hair. Taking hold of his hand, you pulled back to smile at him. “We have many more flowers to place.”

A heavy silence settled in the air while you guided Bucky through the headstones, smiling softly at the mist excitedly running amok at your feet still. The illumination of the moon lit your path to an ancient grouping of gravestones, the marble and stone crumbling under the weight of age. “I have to try and restore these,” you pondered aloud, gently touching one of the many splits in the stone, when you paused. You felt eyes watching you, and you looked up to see Bucky a step away, gazing at you sadly. “What?”

You tilted your head, frowning, but before you could open your mouth to speak, Bucky started, his voice laced with unfathomable pain. “I have to go, my darling, and I have to take them,” he gestured to the glowing mist with a pale hand, “with me.”

“I know.” Leaves crunched under your shoes as you knelt to face your best friend, and you felt the cold touch of their nose against yours. “I could never hate you, Bucky. Never.”

Bucky stepped closer then, and you rose to meet him. “After all, my love,” you began softly, moving your hands to hold his head and gaze. “I will see them again when my time comes. It’s not the end. It’s just goodbye for now.”

A heavy breath left Bucky’s lips, and you pulled him closer, kissing him tenderly and he kissed back in earnest, his hands moving to your waist to grip you tightly. 

When Bucky pulled back, you stared at him through glassy eyes, and you felt the cold touch of his hand against your cheek as he brushed the tears away with his thumb. “My angel, always my strength.”

“Always,” you whispered, and Bucky smiled sadly.

“Until I see you again, my darling,” Bucky said, his form starting to waver. “I love you.”

“I love you more, Bucky,” you said, your voice stronger than you felt. The ball of mist at your feet made a soft sound, and you glanced down. “I will see you again, baby, you take care of Bucky for me, okay?” The mist bobbed up and down in the air and you grinned. “Thank you, baby.”

The mist that Bucky had appeared from took him away with another soft whoosh, and you fell to your knees, the burden of grief not lifted, but lightened. 

For what is grief, if not the perseverance of love?

he may, or may not come back. because he now has a very dear place in my heart.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[incorrect-snkquotes]

Rose: You know, it wouldn’t kill you to talk to our father once in a while.

Adelheid: We don’t know that.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

Queer Books November 2023

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ The Pirate and the Porcelain Girl by Emily Riesbeck 🧡 Heading North by Holly M. Wendt 💛 The Wisdom of Bug by Alyson Root 💚 Trick Shot by Kayla Grosse 💙 A Holly Jolly Christmas by Emily Wright 💜 Outdrawn by Deanna Grey ❤️ Yours Celestially by Al Hess 🧡 The Christmas Memory by Barbara Winkes 💛 Violet Moon by Mel E. Lemon 💙 The Santa Pageant by Lillian Barry 💜 Only for the Holidays by Shannon O’Connor 🌈 Homestead for the Holidays by Wren Taylor

❤️ You Can Count on Me by Fae Quin 🧡 No One Left But You by Tash McAdam 💛 The Worst Thing of All is the Light by José Luis Serrano, Lawrence Schimel 💚 Today Tonight Forever by Madeline Kay Sneed 💙 Wren Martin Ruins It All by Amanda DeWitt 💜 Emmett by L. C. Rosen ❤️ Finding My Elf by David Valdes 🧡 Tonight, I Burn by Katharine J. Adams 💛 Gorgeous Gruesome Faces by Linda Cheng 💙 Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree 💜 A Power Unbound by Freya Marske 🌈 We Are the Crisis by Cadwell Turnbull

❤️ The Manor House Governess by C.A. Castle 🧡 You Owe Me One, Universe by Chad Lucas 💛 Last Night at the Hollywood Canteen by Sarah James 💚 Skip!: A Graphic Novel by Rebecca Burgess 💙 Something About Her by Clementine Taylor 💜 Touching the Art by Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore ❤️ A Nearby Country Called Love by Salar Abdoh 🧡 Normporn: Queer Viewers and the TV That Soothes Us by Karen Tongson 💛 Sir Callie and the Dragon’s Roost by Esme Symes-Smith 💙 The Order of the Banshee by Robyn Singer 💜 Once Upon My Dads’ Divorce by Seamus Kirst, Noémie Gionet Landry 🌈 Forsooth by Jimmy Matejek-Morris

❤️ A Common Bond by T.M. Kuta 🧡 Risk the Fall by Riley Hart 💛 Just a Little Snack by Yah-Yah Scholfield 💚 Home for the Holidays by Erin Zak 💙 NeurodiVeRse by MJ James 💜 Dark Heir (Dark Rise #2) by C.S. Pacat ❤️ sub/Dom by Rab Green 🧡 Bitten by the Bond by Elaine White 💛 Heir to Frost and Storm by Ben Alderson 💙 The Sea of Stars by Gwenhyver 💜 Bad Beat by L.M. Bennett 🌈 Idol Moves by K.T. Salvo

❤️ Plot Twist by Erin La Rosa 🧡 In the Pines by Mariah Stillbrook 💛 The Crimson Fortress (The Ivory Key #2) by Akshaya Raman 💚 Only She Came Back by Margot Harrison 💙 Megumi & Tsugumi, Vol. 4 by Mitsuru Si 💜 Pritty by Keith F. Miller Jr. ❤️ Just Lizzie by Karen Wilfrid 🧡 An Atlas to Forever by Krystina Rivers 💛 Come Find Me in the Midnight Sun by Bailey Bridgewater 💙 Bait and Witch by Clifford Mae Henderson 💜 Shadow Baron by Davinia Evans 🌈 Day by Michael Cunningham

❤️ Livingston Girls by Briana Morgan 🧡 Delay of the Game by Ari Baran 💛 The Nanny with the Nice List by K. Sterling 💚 A Talent Ignited by Suzanne Lenoir 💙 A Kiss of the Siren’s Song by E.A.M. Trofimenkoff 💜 Rivals for Love by Ali Vali ❤️ Whiskey & Wine by Kelly Fireside, Tana Fireside 🧡 Buried Secrets by Sheri Lewis Wohl 💛 Ride with Me by Jenna Jarvis 💙 Living for You by Jenny Frame 💜 Death on the Water by CJ Birch 🌈 Merciless Waters by Rae Knowles

❤️ Vicarious by Chloe Spencer 🧡 Sapling’s Depths by Spencer Rose 💛 That French Summer by Sienna Waters 💚 System Overload by Saxon James 💙 King of Death by Lily Mayne 💜 Warts and All by Ashley Bennett ❤️ Principle Decisions by Thea Belmont 🧡 The Best Mistake by Emily O’Beirne 💛 Sugar and Ice by Eule Grey 💙 Until The Blood Runs Dry by MC Johnson 💜 Splinter : A Diverse Sleepy Hollow Retelling by Jasper Hyde 🌈 The Mischievous Letters of the Marquise de Q by Felicia Davin

❤️ The Queer Girl is Going to be Okay by Dale Walls 🧡 Til Death Do Us Bard by Rose Black 💛 Leverage by E.J. Noyes 💚 Alice Sadie Celine by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright 💙 Godly Heathens by H.E. Edgmon 💜 Gwen & Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher ❤️ To Kill a Shadow by Katherine Quinn 🧡 Warrior of the Wind by Suyi Davies Okungbowa 💛 For Never & Always by Helena Greer 💙 A Demon’s Guide to Wooing a Witch by Sally Hawley 💜 Heaven Official’s Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu Vol. 8 by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù 🌈 A Carol for Karol by Ann Roberts