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[karlicartoons]

THEY'RE HERE!!!

THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN! I've got these Beavis and Butthead shaker charms available on my Etsy store and HOLY FUCKKK I AM STOKED FOR HOW GOOD THESE TURNED OUT 💕💕💕

Beavis and Butthead each have unique things on their mind! > Beavis is thinking about: Toilet Paper, Nachos, the TV Remote, A Lighter (FFFFFIRE!!!!), Butthead, and Butthead's Butt > Butthead is thinking about: The Couch, Nachos, TV, Fruity Whip, Beavis, and Beavis' Butt

GO GET THESE GAY ASS KEYCHAINS!!!

[myobt]

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[karlyboyyy]

So I think I’ve convinced myself that I’m gonna cosplay as Vash at PopCon later this summer. But like… I’m so conflicted because although it’d be fun to go all out on the outfit, the event is in the middle of August… and I can already feel myself sweating just thinking about an all black outfit, long bulky jacket, and “metal” arm.

Soooo I might just get like a cheap, lightweight red hoodie jacket, have my hair styled like Vash, and hope people get it 🥴

[nev3rfound]

in your own time: b.b

it's supposed to be easy, just be a lookout, bucky said. yet, here you are, lying on the concrete slowly watching the grey darken with crimson. (2k)

warnings - graphic descriptions of bullet wounds, violence, blood, angst, but a fluffy ending.

thank you to @tieddown-withbattleshipchains for the request, hope you all enjoy!

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This sort of thing was bound to happen, hell, it comes with the profession. Though you never did sign that waiver stating you'd take a bullet for someone, that just came from your own slightly messed up instincts.

It was supposed to be easy, a simple lookout position. You should've known better by now that no lookout remains on the sidelines, everyone ends up front and centre somehow even if it's not planned. And sadly, most of the plan went to shit the moment John Walker barged into the place.

"Shit." Breathing out, you quickly move away from the balcony as John marches in past Sam, tailing Bucky.

Reaching the ground floor, your focus fixates on finding Bucky. Zemo starts talking but your tunnel vision blanks his reasonings to be released as you cautiously enter the next section of the derelict building.

"-it's all your fault, none of this should be allowed." Your ears start to perk up at the aggression in Walker's tone. Turning the corner you can see him standing above Karli, Bucky in close range behind her holding his hands out in surrender.

"John, just take a step back, yeah? You don't wanna do this." Bucky dares to step closer, only for John's attention to shift and point a gun at Bucky, removing the safety swiftly.

Bucky's gaze flickers at the sound of rubble being trodden on, and his eyes find you with a heavy heart. He tries to convey his desperation for you to leave, but as always, you persist.

"I don't have a choice, Barnes." John's voice trembles with fury, and you can faintly see the gun shaking in his grasp.

"There's always a choice." Bucky retorts, trying to mentally configure a way out to ensure your safety. But before he can finalize the mental details, everything happens at once.

The sound of your yell, John falling to the ground with a thud and the gun going off almost too quietly before your body falling limp on the ground whilst clutching your stomach.

Sam rushes into the room at the commotion, noticing you before Bucky has a chance to adjust.

"No, no, no." Sam cradles your body in his arms, watching your skin begin to lose its brightness, fading away as your lips start to quiver and tears fall freely down your face.

"Knew it'd happen sometime." You wheezily joke, barely feeling Sam's fingers glide across your cheeks before he looks up to Bucky who mirrors his fear.

With slow movements, your head falls to the side to see Bucky staring at you in disbelief, waves washing over his eyes as he starts shaking his head rapidly. "No!" He screams at Walker, still breathing heavily on the ground, seemingly oblivious to what he's done.

Yet, Bucky simply clenches his fists and stands over John, noticing some blood dripping down his face. Good, Bucky thinks to himself. But not good enough.

Your eyes begin to blur when Bucky starts punching John. His fists collide with his cheeks first, rolling his head side to side as if he were a doll. John's face is becoming unrecognizable, but so is Bucky's. It's a horrible ordeal, yet one you can't help but tear your eyes from.

Bucky continues with his punches, his fists now slamming down together on John's chest, his face already having sustained more than enough to be bloody for now. John's coughing blood, dripping from his nose, ears, and mouth, but Bucky prevails, muttering your name before he strikes John square in the jaw, watching his eyes roll back into unconsciousness.

Breathing heavily, Bucky slides off America's new hero and struggles toward you. With bloodied fists, his hand reaches for yours now coated in crimson.

"He got me good, Buck." You weakly chuckle, trying, fighting against every fibre in your body telling you to just let go, close your eyes, and the pain will be over. "But you got him beat there." The words leave your lips in a whisper, feeling your body almost sinking into the ground despite Sam holding onto you tightly whilst Bucky raises your hand to his lips, muttering pleas and his love for you.

"Don't go, doll. Not now, not like this." Bucky hates how vulnerable he feels, and how he let this happen. It shouldn't be like this, it never should've been an option in the first place. "There's gotta be something, right?" Bucky's desperation drips with every word.

Defeated, Sam just lowers his head. "She's lost too much blood, Bucky." Sam hates to say it but knows Bucky will never admit it aloud.

"We can get her help." A new voice pipes up, and Bucky points his gun in their direction, not caring who it is.

Moving closer despite the gun aimed at him, Zemo sighs at the sight. Your eyes now glossing over, lips parted, and not enough blood in your system to keep your heart beating. "There's help outside, they had been notified the moment a gunshot was heard, come on." Zemo explains, but neither of the men seems to be able to move.

"Come on!" Zemo insists, raising his voice and bending down to help, only to be met by the barrel of the gun at his forehead.

"Do not touch her." Bucky spits every word at the man. "It'll be okay, Y/n." Bucky's voice softens as he cradles your cheek, looking up to Sam who nods. "We're gonna get you help, and you'll pull through, yeah?"

The three of them know you're past being able to hear them. Your blinks become fleeting, but your lips start to move when the three try and lift you off the ground.

Bucky knows he'll have nightmares about the cries and screams flooding his eardrums as he holds you close to his chest. He tries to overrule them with comfort, but it's no use. Your screams of agony start to die down once sunlight casts across your face and you're forced onto a gurney, then everything simply fades.

*

"Ugh." You groan loudly, hitting the button above you repeatedly just to see the same nurse stroll on in with their arms crossed.

"Miss Y/l/n, we've told you before, you can't just ring for us if you're bored." The Nurse sighs, having lost count now of how many times you've clicked the bell either purposefully or accidentally.

Rolling your eyes, you start to push your body up only to be met with a coursing pain through your abdomen. The nurse paces towards you, resting her hand on your shoulder with a sympathetic glance crossing her eyes briefly.

"It's still too soon for you to be making any sudden movements like that, your stitches are still fresh." She reminds you, only to be met back with a huff.

"Can I at least have some more painkillers? This thing hurts like a bitch, Van." You half chuckle, meaning every word.

Van looks down at her watch and shakes her head. "Not for another few hours, but it's almost lunchtime." She tries to cheer you up with that knowledge, but it's little to no use. Holding her hands up in defense at your scowl, she reminds you of the same thing. "We're under strict orders here from Mr Barnes, I don't make the rules here!"

Returning to solitude, you pick up the notes that sit by your bedside, recording all of your injuries sustained by the asshole known as John Walker.

Your eyes have scanned over the list numerous times now. Lodged bullet in the abdomen, inches from the liver. Sustained severe head trauma. Significant blood loss.

"Just great." You repeat yourself out of boredom, you've never been good at patiently healing after a mission.

Usually, Bucky cheers you on, knowing you'll bounce back and mess about with Sam in no time. But this is different, you knew it the moment you woke up from surgery to see Bucky clinging to your hand so tight he was afraid if he let go, you'd slip from his grasp forevermore.

That was two weeks ago, and you're still in the private ward. The same four walls have been permanently embedded into your brain whenever you close your eyes along with the repetitive bleeping of machines.

A gentle knock on the door frame averts your attention from the white wall, and instead, a handsome smile adorns Bucky's face. "Hey, pretty boy." You tease. "Here to sweep me off my feet? Though I'd advise against that, maybe just sweep me off this godforsaken bed and into that wheelchair, huh?" Motioning to the barely used wheelchair, Bucky sits on the vacant chair next to you.

"Do I dare ask how you're feeling?" Bucky teases, a half smile forming on his lips. "Or do you wanna tip toe 'round it?"

Humming to yourself, you reach for his hand and squeeze it tightly. "I'm just so tired, Buck." You exhale deeply. "I think the nurses and doctors are almost wishing for a faster recovery than this just to get rid of me."

Bucky chuckles at that, knowing it to be true. From the moment you were wheeled into the hospital, they took you away before he could say anything to you. Ever since you woke up, he's made sure to keep a watchful eye on everything that is going on internally and externally in your recovery.

"Well," Bucky starts, leaning on his left side as he turns to face the door, greeting Sam.

"No way," The smile on your face widens in delight, a sight Bucky can't help but wish to etch into his mind, to ensure it never fades. "two in one day? Man, I must be special." You joke, feeling Bucky squeeze your hand lightly.

Taking the seat on the opposite side of the bed, Sam pats your shoulder gently. "Today is your lucky day, Y/n I'll give you that." He jests, watching your expression quickly change to one of confusion as the duo exchange knowing glances.

"Am I missing something here?" You dare to question, only to be met with something that couldn't be more blissful.

"We're gonna take you out to Louisiana to recover. Somewhere quiet, relaxing, and stress-free." Bucky explains, relieved to see all the tension in your body almost melt away.

"So, when we goin'?"

*

With your eyes closed, the warmth of the sun comforts you like a blanket, wrapping you tightly to ensure the cold cannot break in. You listen intently to the gentle waves crashing against the pier, the hum of conversation on the water from those in boats. And the sense of tranquility, something you haven't felt in a very long time.

Footsteps bounce off the deck behind you, coming to a halt by your side. A hand rests on your shoulder, making its way toward your cheek. Moving your head to the side, you embrace the gentle touch, kissing his palm before he kneels down to sit alongside you.

"Thought I'd find you here." Bucky comments, resting his arm on your lap, noting the golden glow enveloping you. "Sarah's been asking if you're ready to join everyone for dinner."

Humming, you reach down and remove the brakes from your wheelchair. Bucky moves to stand, but you quickly take hold of his hand, keeping him level with you.

"Thank you, Bucky." You lean closer toward him, ignoring the twinge in your abdomen. Resting your forehead against his, you can hear his breath tremble. Before he can ask, you kiss him softly, feeling the warmth on his lips as he can for you; a reminder that you're alive.

"I'll never let you do somethin' so reckless again, I swear doll." Bucky promises, but you shake your head much to his annoyance.

"Comes with the job, Bucky, and like I said, was gonna happen sooner or later." You chuckle, kissing his cheek before leaning back and begin to push on your wheels.

Shaking his head for a moment, Bucky catches up to walk alongside you, knowing everything would be okay after all.

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[chosetherose]

Positive changes in October?

Taylor recently wore this Opal necklace and it got me thinking…

*Opals are the birthstone for October 🤔

*Their symbolism is 👀:

“The opal has long been considered a lucky and protective talisman.” (Like the mini braids?)

“It was also considered a revealing stone, enabling its wearer to distinguish a friend from foe with a change in its colour.”

“The opal may help bring balance, good karma, and a renewed sense of hope by serving as a’ good luck’ charm.”

“Some call it the stone of happy dreams and positive changes.”

Birthstone for October? Interesting. Especially given how much Taylor has referenced rebirth. 🎃 pointed toward October (we don’t know which year). 1989 TV is coming out this October. Karlie went to the 1989 TV announcement show. Lots to think about.

Also…

Taylor has been wearing her necklaces clasps forward recently. Surely it’s to send some kind of message?

Her necklace is like an opal charm attached to the clasp instead of worn on the chain. The way it’s on there now the opal could easily fall off when putting/taking the necklace on/off. It’s not how it was meant to be worn. It was probably added there because A) She wanted clasps front. B) She wanted the opal visible. I feel like they ordered some basic opal charm like this one from Etsy (it’s not the same one but looks similar). The double rings make me think it’s a charm instead of a traditional necklace.

[arsonforcharlie]

doing this as my own reminder to come back to the notes too lol, but what was the powerpoint u were talking about on the Taylor Swift post? 🕵️‍♀️

ohoho it's.... something. i'm not gonna share the link because i'm not hundo percent sure how to make it so people can't find the person who made it and i'm not down for internet bullying, plus there's a lot (a LOT) of "i've decided that whenever she uses butterfly imagery she's talking about being gay and whenever she uses flowers she's talking about her lesbian ex so here's a list of EVERY BUTTERFLY AND FLOWER SHE PUT IN THESE MUSIC VIDEOS" but here's some screenshots of some choice parts

we've got "well if she didn't do what she did in the video and instead did this other thing i made up, that would be some pretty blatant imagery!"

we've got "someone who works in the entertainment industry, where a lot of gay people work, and who is also one of the most powerful celebrities in the world with a huge budget for videos got thirteen whole gay people to appear in a music video! why else would she be friends with them unless she was gay herself!" (like babe i got more gay friends than that in a single instagram group chat am I cher now??????)

we've got "whatever this is!"

we've got "she used a crazy straw that said words, just like karlie kloss used a crazy straw that said words! this means they do gay stuff together and not that they can both access etsy where you can buy crazy straws that say anything you want"

we've got "she told someone online that a rumour she kissed katy perry for the YNTCD video was false, but she said 'step on "our" gowns' when she did, so clearly she wasn't referring to herself being the subject of rumours but was saying that she was secretly gay and it was cut out!!!!!"

we've even got "well if she's NOT secretly gay and scooter braun DIDN'T stop her from coming out, her allyship would be lame as shit, so she MUST be gay!"

truly a delight

[9w1ft]

hi 9wing! can i see some of your classic kaylor jewelry links? (when you get the chance and things have calmed down a bit of course)

looking to get something to wear for the day-to-day😊 kaylor has become something so special to me❤️ and much of that is thanks to you! (and karlie and taylor of course). i wouldn't have a tumblr had it not been for kaylorevidence.com eventually leading me down the rabbit hole (your entire blog) a few years back. now i'm in it for the long haul!

i was thinking karlie's eye theory necklace, the onyx necklace, taylor's artist and muse necklace, or maybe some subtle earrings🧐 that is, if you have some sort of master link. otherwise please don't go digging for me! i can do that myself :) (side note: i'd love to see your collection again sometime!!)

hi!! love this for you!! i hope you can find a piece that makes you feel powerful 😁 or make you smile

i don’t have a masterpost of links but most everything should show up in the #jewelry hashtag! it’s one of the few hashtags that works well for my blog. if you have any specific questions, please feel free to DM me!

oh and a lot of the iconic pieces have since gone out of stock / become discontinued or are hard to find. let me know if you have trouble finding something. sometimes recreating a piece by looking for something similar is fun to do too! i had a fun time looking for golden heart lockets on etsy and in antique stores and bead stores back in 2019.

i think that the most surefire and readily available piece should be the awe Le Duo artist/muse necklace. that might be my recommendation! awe often does sales too so if you sign up for their newsletter you might get a 20% off coupon fairly quickly.

[redpandarascal]

I’m gonna be one of those blogs that insists Taylor Swift is deeply closeted and she needs our help to come out; I’m going to be that, but with Macklemore

he thought he was gay in the third grade but his mom talked him down. now, he must face his destiny once again.

proof Macklemore likes men:

-he can draw (we have no proof he can draw, however, only his own word)

-he keeps tidy (again, this is conjecture)

-His Uncle is gay

-came out in the third grade which isn’t a very straight thing to do

-not sure really who Ryan Lewis is but I think that’s to him what Karlie Kloss is to Taylor Swift

-says the f slur in same love: is it because he’s reclaiming it?

-gay people love thrift shopping

-has two children with a woman, but both of the children are GIRLS? Okay 🙄

-he owns a nude painting of Justin Beiber. this isn’t evidence in itself but the reason he has the painting is because he likes to buy stupid shit on Etsy…. Sound familiar???

-made a guest appearance on scooby doo; literally everyone who has done this was gay.

[theprologues]

That mask Taylor is wearing on the pap pics reminds me of the “someone made this” mask Karlie showed on her youtube video

Definitely looks like it’s from an Etsy shop! Cute!

[sensualpolitics13]

Just thought I'd say hi and introduce myself to everyone since I'm painfully new here!

My name's Charlotte and I'm 33. I live in Asheville, NC with my wife Amanda, our two dogs, a leopard gecko, ball python, and 3 tarantulas. 🥰 I currently work at a little bakery, but I've been a professional jeweler for over a decade, and I run a small art business on the side (@crowandyarrow on IG and Etsy).

I've only been on Tumblr for about a month and it's been awesome getting to know everyone... and trying to absorb the crazy amount of info available!

Obviously, I love Gaylor theories! I'm not necessarily interested in who Taylor is dating, so much as finding out what info there is to derive from the things she shares with us publicly. I do believe she dated Dianna and Karlie, but I don't favor one over the other. It's all just part of the fucking story, right?

I also don't care if she ever comes out, because I don't think anyone should ever be forced to or feel like it's necessary. However, I do think it would be a cultural catalyst for our community if she did. Can you imagine what that would do for the gays? IF Miss Americana, blonde princess, innocent sweetheart is a QUEER? I would have to throw a little party.

[mymodernmetselects]

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[karlicartoons]

If y’all are wondering how much fun I’m having with Etsy, I’ve made my own custom designed gay washi tape for the package labels

[thetaylorfiles]

Sometimes Idk what to believe tbh. I just thought about what TTB said "stunt necklace" and all that and let's face it she showed that necklace a lot in the rep Era.... But now? She's not wearing it at all anymore. Also I'm not sure anymore if I should believe that she's with Joe or Karlie. It's all just weird since 2016 😒.

How come you believe the necklace is a stunt just because she doesn’t wear it much anymore?

I go through phases with jewelry. Right now I can’t stop wearing a ring my husband got me for last Mother’s Day and a ring my mom bought me when we were out shopping together along with a few bracelets I got myself off Etsy. But a year ago, I was wearing entirely different pieces of jewelry I was obsessed with. Gifts from my husband, mom and myself again too.

I don’t know. I grow tired of things, retire them. And then dust them off later and wear them again. Isn’t it possible that the necklace was very important to her at one point and now another piece of jewelry he’s given to her is her new favorite? And here’s the kicker: of course she doesn’t tell us which pieces he gives her every single time. If she did that, then I’d say it sounded fake. Most couples tend to keep that stuff low key.

I don’t know anon. It’s up to you what you believe. But I’d look at a lot more than just a necklace to decide, you know?

[nev3rfound]

in another lifetime : h.z / l.k

as one of the remaining avengers besides doctor strange who has experience with the masters of the mystic arts, sam asks for your help with the flagsmashers. yet, during your attempt at reasoning with an old friend, you and Zemo end up in a difficult situation as a portal to the unknown is forced toward you both. (2.8k)

masterlist / permanent taglist / etsy shop - requests open!

requested: not by anyone but i have rekindled my love for the alienist and had to make a crossover! warnings: elements of tfatws series (so potential spoilers)

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX

“What is going on here?” You pinch the bridge of your nose, barely able to comprehend the sight in front of you; Bucky, Sam and Zemo. The Zemo in question who tore apart the only family you had. “Why and how is he here?”

“Nice to meet you, at last, Y/n. Welcome to Riga.” Zemo smiles curtly whilst you scoff in response.

“Can’t say it's a mutual feeling. Sam, a word?” Tilting your head, Sam takes his cue and walks toward the front door with you on his tail. “Don’t let him out of your sight.” You glance over your shoulder, looking at Bucky who is evidently fed up whilst Zemo sits on the couch and sips a whiskey.

Once outside, Sam can already sense the annoyance radiating from you. “Now before you lose your temper at me, can I just say Bucky is the one who busted him out?” Sam holds his hands up in defence whilst you cross yours over your chest.

“That doesn’t help his case either.” You huff. “Why did you bring me here in the first place, Sam? What do you need me for anyway?”

Sam shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "Look, unlike the rest of us, you survived the snap,"

"Yes, and they were the worst five years of my life." You interrupt him, and Sam quietly sighs under his breath.

“Look, I get it.” Sam states, and despite you trying to protest he continues. “None of us will understand what you went through, but Karli’s got some kinda connection to your old buddies.”

“How?” Keeping your tone low, you step closer toward Sam. “And more importantly, since when?”

The pair of you were becoming more aware of those around you, a few sparing glances and others muttering to each other as they passed you by.

Grabbing a hold of your hand, Sam guides you back toward the apartment, which turns out to be Zemo's, much to your distaste.

“It’s better to explain with the others.” Sam mutters as you near the front door, surprised Zemo doesn't have his title embellished in gold or something along those lines.

“And by others you mean my only other friend and a terrorist.” You can’t hide the disdain in your voice, causing Sam to chuckle much to your surprise.

“If that helps, sure.”

*

Sitting on the sofa with Bucky, you were still trying to get your head around it all whilst Zemo happily pours himself another whiskey.

“Can you not do that right now?” You groan loudly and bury your face in your hands whilst Zemo places the whiskey bottle down, ignoring the evident glare from Bucky as he lifts the glass to his lips, hiding his smirk.

“Listen, Y/n,” Bucky mutters, resting his arm around you. “you know what the Masters of the Mystic Arts are like.”

“I knew them once, Bucky.” The painful reminder is something you must live with, the scar that lines your forearm they caused amid the blip, when the chaos commenced, and no one was there to stop it. “If they’ve sided with Karli, I, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Placing his glass down, Zemo finds it difficult to hold his frustration in. “I’m so glad you invited her along, Sam.” He remarks, aware of you starting to stand up despite Bucky protesting.

“I can assure you, Zemo,” You traipse toward him, emotionless toward the man who ruined everything for you as he stands on the other side of the kitchen island. “I will always be of more use than you. I mean look at you,” A scoff leaves your lips before you can stop it, but the Baron remains tense, not ready to let his guard down just yet. “you’re living on borrowed time. At least after this, we’ll get to live our lives in freedom whilst you remain locked up.”

“Thank you,” Zemo nods to you, watching your head tilting. “for stating the obvious.”

“You’re welcome,” You snap back. “God, how much longer do we have to put up with him?”

Bucky shrugs his shoulders, looking over to Sam. “Until he’s no longer of use, or until the Dora Milaje find us.” Sam explains.

“Not sure which I’d prefer,” You comment. Spinning on your heels, Zemo allows his smirk to drop ever so slightly. “but I guess you’ll never see the memorial after all, huh?”

Once those words leave your lips, Zemo’s smirk is gone, his eyes drop to the counter. He taps his gloved fingers against the marble before excusing himself without another word being said.

Turning back around, both Sam and Bucky give you that parental look. “What?” Holding your hands up, you sigh loudly. “Are you forgetting who that is, or has everyone lost their damn minds?”

*

Standing in the warehouse, you were more than happy to see Zemo stuck in handcuffs but less than pleased to be in the presence of one John Walker.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so quiet, Y/n.” Zemo tuts to himself, trying to ignore John’s pacing and aggravation rising. "And here I was thinking you'd play nice, Walker." Tugging on his cuffs, they rattle against the pipe Zemo is connected to.

“You don’t get an opinion.” John snaps back at Zemo, inches away from his face as his whole body shakes, yet Zemo remains still, unphased.

Holding up his free hand, Zemo simply waves John off. “This won’t end well.” You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest and Zemo can’t help but nod in agreement.

“For once we agree.” Zemo can feel the corner of his lips rising as you glance over to see him, and for once you don’t glare or roll your eyes, you just look at him.

Yet, whilst your back was turned, John barges past Bucky with Lemar behind him.

“Seriously?!” You groan, hitting Buckys chest lightly before walking past him, leaving Zemo alone despite his request to be freed.

You follow the sound of Sam conversing with Karli, hearing him remaining calm, civil with her which would be the complete opposite of John finds them first.

“You go that way,” Bucky motions to your left whilst he turns right, covering more ground apart than together. “keep an eye out, yeah?” He asks, watching you playfully salute before heading through the doorway silently.

As you wander through the building, whispers are muttered through the walls, sending shivers down your spine.

“That’s the one, isn’t it?” You quickly turn to face the direction of the eery whisper, only to see the space remaining bare.

“She’ll do nicely.” Another whisper echoes, followed by childlike laughter that bounces from the walls.

"Okay, this isn't funny." Reaching for your gun, you lift it up as someone begins to scurry through the open space.

Remaining still, your ears perk up to the sound of footsteps approaching from over your shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a hand reaching out, and as they do you grab a hold of them, forcing their body to the ground.

Without looking, you cock your gun to their face and rest your foot on their chest. "Zemo?" You almost yell at the man beneath you, clearly unimpressed and slightly winded.

"Not how I imagined being under you, Y/n." Zemo mutters, feeling you apply more pressure rather than alleviating it.

"Why'd you follow me?" Ignoring his comment, you begin to remove your foot and extend your arm, helping him to his feet.

Brushing his coat, Zemo eyes your surroundings before stepping closer toward you. "I heard them, they're here." He mutters under his breath.

Lifting your gaze up, you meet his hazel eyes as they scan yours. "Alright," You whisper, taking a deep breath. "just, don't get in the way."

Quick to step away from the Baron, you hear laughter commencing once more. "You can hear that too?" Zemo questions, thankful to see you nod.

"I knew you'd turn up eventually." A voice booms through the corridor, their shadow creeping closer as their heels click against the cement.

Zemo can see you tense, noticing your gun lowering to your side. "Don't move," You mutter, holding your hand toward Zemo instinctively.

The figure emerges from the shadows, wearing a proud smile as she eyes you carefully. "It's been a while, Y/n." She whistles to herself, seeing you stood in front of the Baron.

"For the best, Emilie." You sarcastically smile back. "Why'd you get involved in all this, E? You're a good person."

"A good person?" She scoffs, stepping closer, keeping her hands by her sides for now. "You wanna talk about being a good person now do you?"

Zemo can hear your breathing halter, and your hand starts to shake. Part of him wishes he could take a hold of your delicate hand in his, allowing you a sense of reassurance. But you wouldn't stand for any such thing, so he allows the idea to remain like that.

"What is your purpose here?" Zemo speaks up, daring to step forward and stand by your side despite the wide-eyed look you're wearing. "Are you just a distraction from Karli? Or are you here because I destroyed the serum?"

"You did what?" You try to refrain from yelling, but Zemo's statement causes Emilie to yell in anger.

"You'll regret doing that," She brings her hands to her chest, following the sequence you knew all too well, creating a portal in front of her filled with darkness.

Everything plays out in seconds.

A rush of wind surges forward the pair of you, and as you stare down through it, all you can see is darkness; no life lies wherever the other side is.

"Y/n," Zemo yells and spares you a glance, only to notice your arms extended as you shove him aside, causing him to fall into the railings; too stunned to move.

Closing your eyes, the gust of wind is mere inches from you. You ignore everything your body is screaming at you, simply allowing the portal to take you, disappearing with an orange glow.

"No, no," Zemo rises to his feet, fists clenched before he grabs a hold of Emilie. "where is she?" With greeted teeth, his grip remains tight.

Emilie begins to laugh in Zemo's face, hearing Sam and Bucky entering the room. "She's gone,"

"I don't think you understood my question," Reiterating his point, Zemo throws Emilie to the ground with a harsh thud, causing her to hit her head. "where is she?"

Looking up at the trio, Emilie forces herself to smile despite the intense throbbing in the back of her head. "Somewhere she'll be happier, I can assure." She states, glancing up at the sight of a portal sparking and quickly forms around her.

Emilie is taken away, leaving the three stood without any answers, and you missing, lost in time.

"No," Bucky mutters. "what happened?" He can barely look at Zemo, unaware of the regret lacing Zemo's expression whilst Sam focuses on him.

"She, she saved me?" Zemo remarks, still perplexed by the event. "Why would she have saved me?" His voice softens into a whisper as he glances back to where you were stood, your gun on the ground, still loaded.

"Y/n may not have agreed with your actions, but she'll save anyone before herself." Sam sadly states, having witnessed your selfless actions too many times resulting in terrible consequences. "But this is another level of stupid."

Bucky cannot take his eyes off your gun, abandoned.

When he and Sam returned from the blip, they promised to look out for you, that you'll never be truly alone as long as they're around. "We'll find her," Bucky confidently tells the pair, despite their unenthused reactions. "she's family, Sam."

Looking over to Sam, Zemo can see how much you truly mean to the two men. He never understood the term of a family being applicable to the Avengers. To him, they were a team, a force that could easily be broken apart. But now, seeing pure sadness from Bucky after he remained stoic for so long, he knows you're more than just part of their team.

"So, where do you suggest we start?" Zemo questions.

"You're not helping." Bucky is quick to comment, snapping his head up to look at Zemo. "You're the reason she's gone, just stay out of the way, Zemo." Bucky brushes the Baron off, heading toward the nearest exit.

"He'll come round," Sam shrugs he walks alongside Zemo, following behind Bucky, only to pause at a flicker of orange emerging from the corner of his eye.

"Sam," Zemo calls out, turning to see another one of these portals forming and a figure materialising.

"Buck, you might wanna see this." Sam yells, hearing Bucky's heavy footsteps until he's stood beside him, panting lightly. "I told you it was one of the big three." He mutters, causing Bucky to painfully roll his eyes.

"Who is-" Bucky starts, only to pause at the person standing before them. "Strange?"

Doctor Strange sighs heavily, evidently fed up. "You guys have really managed to mess things up this time."

"What'd you mean? It's his fault." Sam reasons, pointing to Zemo who Strange simply overlooks as he holds his hand out, revealing an old, worn newspaper.

Keeping the newspaper rolled up, Strange steps forward. "Just, take a look at this. Page six."

Handing Sam the newspaper, he quickly flicks through until a headline grabs his attention.

'BABY SAVED FROM NOTORIOUS KIDNAPPER.'

"What's some old article got to do with anything." Bucky scoffs.

"It's from 1897." Strange corrects. "Read the bottom line." He persists, listening as Sam reads the end of the article aloud.

"Thanks to the help of the profound Alienist, Doctor Kriezler, News reporterJohn Moore and owner of the Detective Agency, Sara Howard and her colleague Y/n Y/l/n." Sam's voice trails off upon reading your name.

Zemo breathes out a laugh. "This is just a coincidence, surely."

Yet, Strange remains silent, waiting for Sam to turn the page and see for himself.

Snatching the paper from Sam's grip, Bucky flicks the page over, noticing the outline of a photo peering through the paper. "No," He mutters in disbelief. "Zemo, do you have any distant relatives who settled in New York?" Bucky asks, aware of Sam moving to take a closer look.

Based on the pairs reaction, Zemo tenses and slowly shakes his head.

"Well, clearly you've got a doppelganger or something." Sam states, forcing the newspaper into Zemo who hesitantly looks down at the photograph, showing a man who looks the spitting image of him with a thick beard and a cane along with who he can only perceive as this John Moore, but no sign of either you or Sara pictured.

Shaking his head, Zemo glances up. "What kind of sorcery is this?" He demands from Strange, clenching the newspaper in his grip.

"This isn't any kind of sorcery, Zemo." Strange extends his arm, waiting for the newspaper to be given back. "However, there is more to this story than that."

"Like it could get any worse." Sam mutters, trying to wrap his head around the fact you're in New York, but in the 1800s with Zemo's doppelganger.

Clearing his throat, Strange looks around, sensing voices lurking through the abandoned building. "Where Y/n currently is, somehow it's locked. No one can reach her there, whether it was made to be so by Emilie, or someone else I'm still figuring out."

"Aren't you in charge of all of time?" Bucky jumps in. "You knew this would happen, and where were you to stop this?"

"It's not been an easy couple of months, James." Strange rubs his temples, thinking if only they knew the half of it. "But I will find a way to get Y/n out before it's too late."

"What do you mean 'too late'?" Zemo questions, wondering how you can work with his identical self named Kreizler, yet despise Zemo's presence.

The prolonged silence from Strange causes tension to rise between the group of men. "Strange?" Sam speaks up, watching Strange exhale deeply.

"If I can't figure a way to get her out, then she'll stay there forever. Her, her life has already been planned, I, I can see it all." He explains, but Bucky shakes his head and yells loudly, slamming his metal fist into the wall.

"But you'll find a way." Sam reiterates his point whilst Bucky breathes heavily against the wall and Zemo remains silent, lost in deep thought.

"Yes." Strange nods. "I'll be in touch." Without anything else being said, Strange disappears back into a portal, leaving the newspaper behind.

"We'll find a way, Buck." Sam tells Bucky, moving away from Zemo.

Leaning down, Zemo lifts the paper upon noticing it flicker to another page lined with announcements. His curiosity only persists at the sight of this Kreizler's name, and yours alongside.

'Many congratulations to Doctor Kreizler and his fiance, Y/n Y/l/n on their engagement. May their lives be long and filled with nothing but happiness.'

"Yeah," Bucky breathes out, unaware of Zemo's heart sinking as he folds the paper away into his coat. They're already too late.

"Now, are you going to decline my offer to help, or allow my assistance?" Zemo lifts his head up, knowing there is more to this than any of them realise.

Sam sighs to himself. "Come on, Zemo." He begrudgingly mutters, heading toward the exit with Bucky and Zemo behind him, eager to find out more about Doctor Kreizler and your new life.

PART TWO

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Stunning Pressed Flower Art by Karly Murphy

Virginia-based artist Karly Murphy prides herself in creating everything by hand with the use of real pressed flowers and plants. Since each leaf and bloom is unique in nature, no two pieces are the same. Everything made by Murphy is completely one-of-a-kind. 

She reveals on her Etsy shop: 

“Kmpressed was born of a love for plants and flowers and the desire to preserve them to appreciate and enjoy throughout the year. As a photographer and gardener, I have tried to capture the essence of fresh spring, high summer, and brilliant fall through photos, but at some point I began to also collect blooms and leaves and press them away in old books to rediscover on a wintry day…I am constantly seeking and experimenting with new or special plants to press; whether the challenge is in growing the plant in my own garden or identifying interesting wild specimens (responsibly gathered) in the woods or roadsides. My work is inspired by vintage botanical artwork and scientific herbarium specimens, with collections heavily influenced by seasonal shifts.”

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