#hiding in a barn

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“JAILBREAKER SURRENDERS,” The Globe and Mail. June 20, 1942. Page 9. ---- Free Two Weeks, Walks Into Hamilton Station === Hamilton, June 19 (Staff). - Russell Dilke. 26-year-old Hamilton man, who escaped from Barton Street Jail almost two weeks ago, walked into Central Police Station here tonight and quietly gave himself up.

The convicted forger has been hunted throughout the Province since his mysterious "break" from the cells the evening of June 6. Apparently wearying of the life of a fugitive, Dilke calmly walked into the detective office at 9:20 p.m., announced who he was and surrendered. Acting Detective Leonard Lawrence placed him under arrest, and he was locked in the police cells.

Dilke said little in submitting to recapture, but intimated he had been hiding out in the surrounding district for almost two weeks. The means he used to effect his getaway from the Barton Street Jail have not been made known, Provincial Government officials investigated the escape and submitted a report to the Provincial Secretary's office.

The prisoner slipped away during the supper hour June 6 several hours after he was sentenced to two years in Kingston Penitentiary in County Court here.

[catboyglover]

“You’ve never done me wrong, except for that one time that we don’t talk about. Because it doesn’t matter anymore.”

[trans-queen-administrator]

One of my favorite little fucked up parts of Worm is during Emma's interlude, where we get to see Taylor before the bullying and she's just... she's a normal kid. She's an endearing motormouth who rambles on and on with excitement, she dresses with super bright and cheery colors, her hair is in a cute style. It's adorable and I never would have expected Taylor to be like that in a million years, because they could not be more different. Post bullying Taylor is efficient and reserved, using very few words when she speaks and never just saying what's on her mind without a care. She always wears dark colors, and doesn't put much care into her appearance because it's a lost cause to her. It's just really damn sad that Emma was able to completely destroy the happy innocent version of Taylor in just two years, and the jaded cynical ness of Skitter is what remained. She can say she's over the bullying and doesn't care about her bullies as many times as she wants, but she's never escaping the fact that she's practically unrecognizable when compared to her kid self.

[person4924]

“hey. can i ask you something ive always wanted to ask the real batman”

“yeah”

“am i good-looking?”

“you’re a very attractive young man.”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME THEIR LITERALLY MAKING OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME

[hedgehog-moss]

I lost one of my chickens :( she was caught and carried away by a fox... I’ve been growing complacent about my chickens’ safety I think because we’ve only had one other attack before, a goshawk that swooped in abruptly (unsuccessfully), but no fox sightings nearby so I’ve been assuming Pandolf was a great deterrent. Which he is, just not foolproof. I’ve talked to some people in town about this and they were pretty philosophical about foxes stealing chickens, like “it’s the tribute we pay to woodland animals, it’s just a few hens here and there.” I don’t begrudge the fox for being a fox, if anything I have a renewed respect for foxes because everyone I talked to proceeded to give me their best / worst fox stories, and most of them involved foxes outsmarting humans (learning people’s habits / timetables, opening latches, faking a limp...) Still I feel terrible for my hen, she was only three. RIP Cordy :( You’ll be remembered fondly... (except by the cats.) I feel bad for the other hen too, who just lost her pal!

When I said that last thing, one of my neighbours jumped on the opportunity to try and convince me again to accept a rooster from him. He had a rooster baby boom last summer and I’ve been telling him for months that I don’t need a rooster, I don’t want to raise chickens I just want eggs, and his new argument was that a rooster would protect my hen (or if it comes to that, would heroically sacrifice himself rather than let the hen be eaten—I’m sceptical...) I asked around for a young hen but there aren’t any to be had in this season, so my remaining one is going to be alone until the spring, and my neighbour said she’d get stressed and male company is better than no company. (I wish I could ask my hen what she wants! Maybe she’s penning A Coop Of One’s Own as we speak.) I said the rooster was more likely to stress her out and harass her and he said nah they’re free ranging all day, it’ll be fine, and he’s young so your adult hen will boss him around. I was like, but then will he be any good at protecting her? etc. etc. and after a while I caved in.

When I told her about this on the phone my mum sighed “you’re terrible at saying no”—excuse me, I said no so many times and the guy just kept ploughing on until he could foist a rooster upon me. I’m good at saying no, other people are terrible at hearing it! I reassured her that I had only agreed to take the rooster for a short probationary period, and if he bothers my hen too much I’ll drive him back to his native farm. My mum was like “Drive him back? look I’m sorry I raised you as a city kid but there’s no need to waste gas on driving a rooster around, I’ll have no qualms about wringing his neck for dinner if he’s more trouble than he’s worth.” The rooster’s fate is not sealed though, if he is anywhere from vaguely useful to not actively problematic I’ll keep him, so we’ll see...!

[sparkle-barnes]

Not really a request but more of a headcannon/thought!

Bucky is still discovering all the internet has to offer regarding ✨porn✨, and he comes across a video of a girl…letting go all over a guys lap and it’s all he can think about for like the next week until he finally works up the courage to ask you to try it

omg first one!! thank you! tw: piss kink and wetting below the cut. don’t read if it’s not your thing!

but okay no because you can tell there’s something on his mind the day he finally works up the courage to ask you. he’s fidgety and won’t quite meet your eyes, mumbling something about holding and wetting

and maybe it’s not something you’d considered before, but you agree anyway because he’s shy about it, and bucky has never been shy before when asking you to try something new.

you both have the day off, you’ve been holding almost all day at this point. but it’s only over the last few hours that he’s been giving you glass after glass of water.

“c’mon bucky, i gotta go,” you whine. he’s sitting on the couch and you’re on the floor between his knees, squirming and holding yourself to keep from leaking. it’s getting harder as the minutes pass, your bladder aches and you’re not sure if you’re wet because you enjoy it or because you’re not holding so well as you think.

he shushes you and combs his hand through your hair. “you can hold it sweetheart. here, be good and finish this glass.”

bucky hands you the half empty glass of water from the side table and watches as you drain it. you’re so full, you don’t think you could drink another glass even if you wanted to.

as soon as he takes the empty glass from you your hands are back between your legs, rubbing yourself over the pink panties he’d asked you to wear.

it’s not enough. you feel a leak and you press your legs together. “bucky i can’t- fuck! i’m leaking, i can’t hold much longer.”

your cheeks are burning. it’s embarrassing, humiliating, but you can’t bring yourself to hate it. not with the way bucky watches you with lust-blown eyes, or the way he licks his lips and bites them.

he slides down onto the floor with you and tugs you onto his lap, forcing you to spread your legs. you whine, feeling your control slipping further now that your legs aren’t crossed and your hands rest on his shoulders.

buckys hard, tenting his boxers and leaving no question as to how much he’s enjoying watching you squirm. you settle in his lap and you both moan as you start to grind over him.

he presses on your bladder and you leak again, more this time. “shit,” you hiss. “baby, i’m- you gotta let me go. i can’t hold it.”

bucky groans and grabs your hips, humping up into you. “c’mon honey. let go. i bet it’ll feel so good, finally releasing all over me.”

you look at him, but his eyes are glued to the dark pink wet spot on your panties. you didn’t expect him to be so bold with this, not when he’d been so shy to ask you. then again, bucky had never been shy in the bedroom.

another leak. a trickle, really, one that you can’t really stop this time. you groan and hide your face in his shoulder, embarrassed that you’re enjoying this so much. not that you have any reason to be, when bucky is moaning like he is.

his hand presses against your belly and this time you can’t stop it. there’s no leak, no trickle, it’s a full blown stream as you finally let go.

warm piss soaks your panties and his boxers, pooling on the hard floor around you and all you can do is moan. he was right, it does feel good.

“yeah, fuck, fuck,” bucky groans. his hips stutter up into yours and you’re boneless, letting him roll your hips over his like some ragdoll. “god i can’t believe you’re really pissing on me, shit!”

you whine in response. the stream doesn’t stop for what feels like forever until it finally trickles to a stop. he shoves his hand under your soaked panties to circle your clit and you cum with an intensity you didn’t know was possible.

bucky follows not long after you, fucking his dick up into the wet mess you made, pumping cum into his equally drenched boxers.

he kisses you, too sweetly for what the both of you just did. “that was so fucking hot, thank you baby.”

[coltercowboy]

i saw this on pinterest and immediately thought of kieran

[fsbc-librarian]

The Things We Hide

Summary: Bucky looked at Steve. Steve carefully did not look at Bucky. 

“You didn’t tell him?” Becca asked, pausing in the doorway. Steve shook his head. 

“He only just got here. Besides, I thought you would have told him over the phone,” Steve grumbled, now also carefully not looking at Becca. “After you insisted on calling him after I asked you not to. I’m fine.” 

“He’s your emergency contact, so I had to call him to collect you, since you wouldn’t give me an alternative. And I’m currently your doctor, so you tell me not to pass on why you’re in here, I legally can’t,” Becca replied with a somewhat patronizing smile. 

“He is also standing right the fuck here,” Bucky snapped. “In case you both forgot.” 

“Steve,” Bucky started, quietly, purposely not looking at either of them now. “Why is Becca your doctor?” 

Neither Steve nor Becca answered him. Bucky looked up. Becca was watching Steve, who was staring intently at a wrinkle in the sheet covering the bed he was sitting on. 

“Why is Becca your doctor right now?” He asked again, more forcefully, this time looking to his sister. “And why are we in the fucking family rooms?” 

*****

Steve’s a marathon runner. He’s still friends with his ex-alpha, his life revolves around training, work, and Bucky, his best friend. He’s also 6 months pregnant and he doesn’t know who the sire is. If he ignores his problems, they’ll go away, right?

Chapter One: Discovery

[vigilskeep]

i need to wynnepost. somebody has to

[imperatoralicia]

I spent so long looking for my cow.

[starkrpro]

tony making peter do stretches every single day. not for his physical well-being, but so that tony has a little bit of entertainment before work. there is literally no point in pete doing this whatsoever on top of his training, and he knows it, tony knows it, but clearly the rest of the avengers aren’t as aware.

cue bucky walking into peter’s bedroom without knocking one morning because peter doesn’t like coffee, and bucky found a brand that he is eager to show peter. it’s decaf, and god, he’s annoyed at having to start a new batch of coffee and kool-aid every time the kid visits just because they can’t agree on a goddamn beverage.

after entering the boy’s room? the bag of coffee falls from bucky’s grip, all three men staring blankly at each other in slight disbelief. peter, his lovely, angelic peter, has his legs around his head while tony’s watching him like he’s starving and pete’s the first meal he’s had in weeks. considering the fact that peter would have yelled at bucky for help by now if it was actually necessary, bucky has the faintest idea that peter may be more fucked up than he could have ever expected, or it’s totally innocent and he’s the fucked up one.

his eyes drift away from the angel on the yoga mat, to tony, who’s clearing his throat.

“believe it or not, barnes, i’ve gotten pretty good at sharing over the last few years.” a wink is sent his way, along with tony patting the spot next to him on the bed. he proposes his offer as if it’s the most casual thing ever, as if observing peter in such a way is something that comes naturally to everyone. for some reason, peter’s permission doesn’t matter if tony’s willing to do it. why wasn’t peter objecting?

bucky is convinced he’s possessed as his legs start dragging him to the best seat in the building. it also takes him a moment to realize why peter is always so out of breath and flushed during breakfast—it’s definitely not due to the stretching.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“HUNGRY CONVICT CAPTURED IN BARN,” Montreal Star. August 5, 1930. Page 2. ---- Jules Legace Fails to Make, Good "Perfect Plans" For Escape ---- QUIET SURRENDER --- Guards From Penitentiary Take Prisoner After 75 Hour Search --- Still hungry after a three-day diet of raw vegetables pilfered from the gardens of farmers, but with his spirit still unbroken, Jules Legace, alias Joseph Bourgias, who escaped from St. Vincent de Paul Penitentiary on Friday, was raptured yesterday afternoon in a small barn at L'Abond-a-Ploutte, on the banks of the Riviere des Prairies, by Col. P. A. Piuze, warden of the penitentiary, and three guards before he had a chance to make his escape or even offer resistance.

The youthful desperado took his capture coolly and, shrugging his shoulders, informed the officers that it was lucky for them that they had captured him when they did for they would never have been able to catch him it he had succeeded in escaping their vigilance for a few more hours.

The capture of Legace who was sentenced to 12 strokes of the lash and 12 years in the penitentiary by Judge Gustave Marin on December 4 last for robbing the bank at St. Chrysostome of $2,500, brought to a close one of the most spectacular manhunts in the history of the penitentiary which involved the efforts of two thirds of the prison personnel.

MANY RUMORS. The tireless patience of Cut. Piuze and his men in running down every rumor was responsible for the young convict's capture. After many fruitless trips, information was received that Legace had been seen at L’Abord-a-Pouffe. Knowing that the man had relatives in the vicinity, all reports were closely checked. One of these was to the effect that Legace had been seen in the vicinity of a little barn a quarter of a mile west of L’Abord-a-Plouffe Church, opposite the Montee St. Martin Col. Piuze summoned three of his men and surrounded the building and, entering it from four different directions, gave the convict no chance whatever to escape or even offer resistance.

When found, Legace was clad in his undershirt, his penitentiary trousers and his gray peak cap. His outer shirt, as well as the linen members which were attached to the prince uniform, had been discarded by the convict and were found Saturday by the guards a quarter of a mile from the penitentiary.

Although disappointed when captured, Legace did not appear to be very discouraged. In fact he was somewhat boastful. “If you had not got me today," he said. "you would never have caught me. I had studied the most perfect way of getting away and my scheme would have foiled you. I would have reached Montreal tomorrow and you would never have heard from me." BARN WAS HOME Legace, it was discovered, had occupied the barn as his home for 36 hours and had subsisted on tomatoes and carrots taken from a nearby garden during the night.

Col. Piuze in speaking to The Star today, expressed his pleasure that the man had been captured alive and that the hunt was over. Two-thirds of the prison personnel of 130 men were on duty constantly for 75 hours searching for the escaped prisoner. There were 22 posts on the island and all bridges and ferries leading out of the island were closely watched by armed guards", the warden  said in explaining the difficulties of the search.

"We were fortunate in capturing our man," he continued, "but we desire to thank all residents who were as willing to co-operate in the pursuit, as well as the members of the municipal police, the provincial police and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Our guards who worked so hard also deserve my sincere thanks for their good work."

Col. Piuze also expressed his thanks for the way in which the majority of motorists whose cars were searched at the ferries and bridges complied with the requests of the guards. It was the cause of considerable trouble and delay, he knew, but it was the only way by which the guards could make aware that the convict was not attempting to leave the island.

Legace will be brought here tomorrow and will appear before a magistrate in answer to a charge of escaping from legal custody, the penalty for which is usually two years In addition all time gained on account of good behavior la automatically cancelled.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

now...there are 2 ways Barnaby can react to his missing arm option 1: "WHERE [no no word] IS MY ARM??!!"

or option 2: "oh...erm...my arm's missing...ain't that....something..."

secret third option, actually!

"huh... guess i'm all right now"

[thatmexisaurusrex]

"Fixing the Boat"

This is for the @sambuckylibrary's TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024's prompt "Meanwhile, on the Boat..." Keep reading has the description of the gif.

Sam stands inside the boat. Bucky stands outside on the deck. They fix the boat as the radio begins to play these lyrics from "Can't Hide It" by Curtis Harding:

And I can't hide it, it's true! I only want you!

Sam and Bucky hum along to the song as it goes. Sam smiles as they do. It's a small, loving, domestic moment.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THE ORDER OF PALMS An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help. [BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]

One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames. Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn. It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms. Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest. When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath? It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks. She now travels the land in search of a purpose.

[bisamwilson]

Okay, fun SamBucky ask game!! Send this to five other people to keep it going ✨ Say one of your favorite things about SamBucky, your favorite SamBucky headcanon, or write a tiny microfic. Have a wonderful day!! 💕

Sam is proud to say he doesn’t flinch when he comes home to find the Winter Soldier on his couch.

The lights are off, the sun’s gone down, and Sam probably would’ve missed him if he hadn’t noticed his barbecue sauce missing from the top of the fridge of all things.

He should probably ask why the world’s deadliest assassin is sitting cross-legged on his couch, his hair tied back in a low bun and wearing one of Sam’s henleys and a pair of his old army sweats in a way that tells him he’s probably been staying here for a few days while Sam had been out searching the world for him with Steve. Instead he asks, “Did you use all my barbecue sauce? It’s polite to replace things you use if you’re gonna stay at someone’s house, you know?”

The Soldier looks up at him and shakes his head, wrinkles his nose, and Sam thinks maybe he should start calling him Bucky in his own head. “I put it in the fridge. It goes bad when you leave it out like that once it’s open.”

Sam blows a puff of air out of his nose, amused but not willing to laugh just yet. “Are you my roommate now? Any other habits you don’t care for?”

Bucky shakes his head again, just slightly enough for Sam to barely catch it in the dark. “You have a comfortable couch.”

Sam sighs and goes to the hall closet to get him a blanket. He wonders if being the retired fist of HYDRA makes enough to split rent 50/50.