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this blog’s been archived, find me over here instead. 

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this blog’s been archived, find me over here instead. 

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this blog’s been archived, find me over here instead. 

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this blog’s been archived, find me over here instead. 

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this blog’s been archived, find me over here instead. 

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Sebastian Stan as Chris in Destroyer (2018) dir. Karyn Kusama

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@ bucky blogs, i’m not a resource blog. if you could reblog photo / gifsets from the source that’d be swell, thank you.

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“They all turn out like you?” “Worse.”

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Passengers. Bamberg, Germany

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earnedstripes.

it dawns on steve  that this is the most they’ve been able to talk in the last four years.  all of their meetings have been chance — in the middle of chaos with barely the chance to share a few words.  this is no different.  who knows what is coming for them.  steve is prepared for the worst.   so maybe that is why he reaches for bucky’s shoulder and pulls him in for another hug.  this one is different than the one they had shared on the tarmac.  steve leans into this one,  pressing the bend of his nose against bucky’s neck.  he can feel the warmth of him and holds onto it. 

now that they’re given this moment, he’s at a loss for words.  so, he’s thankful that steve fills the silence with action instead, rehashing an earlier moment in a more intimate setting. no eyes on them, no expectations. bucky’s arms wrap around him, and he feels steve’s breath on his neck. his fingers bunch in the back of steve’s uniform and he holds him there, burying his face into his shoulder.  ❛ —— i missed you too, ❜  he mumbles out, despite his previous debate not to. 

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make me choose: @starksnstripes asked Bucky Barnes or Peggy Carter

I remember all of them.

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I ain't doin that bruv - I'll DIE :/

     ❛ you’re a dead man either way, ❜   the blade on his belt wasn’t just so he could look cool. though, the threat wasn’t heavy enough. if he wanted eggsy dead, he’d be dead already. bucky gestures ahead, waiting for eggsy to take his chances.   ❛ fall from this height   ——   might only break a few bones, if you’re lucky, ❜  the trees offered something to break their fall at least, bucky wouldn’t be far behind.

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greatpowcr‌.

             ❛      C’MON ,   BUCKY   CAP !      ❜             effervescent   /   ethereal .        under   sunlight   he   unfurls   &  blossoms ,        open   &   grinning .   for   once ,   those   SHARP   edges   are   tucked   away ,   sanded   down .        springtime   incarnate !        slender   hand   thumps   down   on   the   veteran’s   broad   shoulder .             ❛      take   a   day   off   &   catch   a   MOVIE   with   me !   let’s   put   a   dent   in   that   ‘ catch - up ’   list   of   yours .      ❜

*   /   SC .   @cryostored

he only refrains from shooting peter a glare, because he knows he means well.  he really had hoped that bucky cap would die out quickly, but alas. bucky gives peter a shove, playful   ------   in his terms. a movie sounded good. when was the last time he took a day off?  ❛ y’know, when we’re not suited up, you can just call me bucky, ❜  he makes sure to reiterate, before,  ❛ alright. what you got in mind? ❜

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earnedstripes‌.

the contact between the two of them  has been minimal.  steve gets updates on him when he’s able to.  steve didn’t imagine their reunion like this.  of all the times he ran through the scenario,  he thought he would have more time.  he had hoped they would be able to ease back into things.  but instead all he gets is a smile and a light hug before they’re supposed to march back out there.  maybe having lost the shield did something to steve but that’s not good enough for him anymore.  ❝  i missed you, ❞   he blurts out despite how certain he is that they’re within earshot of everyone. 

their reunion had been short but sweet,  with emphasis on the former. it always played out better in his head   ------   and for the interval between steve’s arrival and now, bucky had feared that was all the time they were going to get. his frown only deepens, and he can’t conjure up a good enough response. i missed you too, sounds too... flat. he had missed steve, and although he regretted his choice to stay behind, he had also needed the time alone to rehabilitate.  ❛ ------   i should have called. ❜

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accipitrinae‌.

“ well, you haven’t killed me yet. and i’m pretty sure google doesn’t know everything. ” despite his own doubts as far as unstable, he had to appreciate bucky’s candor. not everyone could be so blunt. it didn’t seem to bother barnes, either, which wasn’t exactly surprising. the guy liked his space. clint just wasn’t great at respecting that, but, y’know, not dead. “ most people just like to point an’ stare. ”

bucky liked to consider clint an anomaly in that regard.  always testing the boundaries. his, to be more specific. as for the pointing and staring   ------   better a response than he might have expected.  ❛ well, ‘m not in the habit of killin’ people i don’t hate, ❜  they both knew that wasn’t true, but it may be as close to a compliment as clint will get, because anything beyond that had the potential to tarnish his whole vibe, and he couldn’t have that. 

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noheroiine‌.

                  ��          “    you    know.    ”        tone    of    voice    betrays    nothing.    camera    swung    around    pallid    neck,    ready    to    catch    the    client’s    chosen    victim    in    flagrante    delicto.    an    usual    friday,    except    for    the    dude    with    the    weird    arm.    granted,    she’s    seen    much    stranger    things,    but    it’s    still    jarring.    hands    play    with    the    threads    at    the    bottom    of    leather    jacket,    tugging    at    them    until    they    unravel,    exhale    dissipating    into    the    crisp    november    air,    a    ghost    with    no    face    and    no    name.      “    you’d    think    with    how    many    cheating    scumbags    i’ve    caught    this    week    alone,    they’d    finally    get    a    hint.    ”       a    shrug    of    deceptively    dainty    shoulder,    the    camera    shutter    goes    off    with    a    soft    click.    attention    diverts    from    the    man    currently    shoving    his    hand    under    a    girl’s    skirt   to    the    one    next    to    her.      “   the    whole    hobo    chic    shit    you’re    pulling    is    just    a    tiny    bit    better    than    the    whole    lumberjack    aesthetic.    tried    getting    a    haircut    ?    ”      /      @cryostored

the conversation changes so abruptly, bucky’s caught off-guard by it.   one minute they’re discussing   ------   well, jessica is, and he’s listening, sort of   ------   about her clientele list and their, usually, cheating husbands, and the next, the topic centres on his appearance. as if the transition was totally, perfectly sequential. normal. 

jesus, don’t lump him in with those guys. 

either way, he’s somewhat glad for the excuse to look away from the couple trying to dry-hump in the middle of an alleyway. bucky shifts on the grate of the fire escape, straightening his leg out when he feels the onset of pins and needles. his arms are looped through the railing, forehead an inch from the cool metal. he turns his head to look at her, expression slightly pinched.

     ❛ got better things to waste my money on, ❜  he answers finally, the weight of his pockets feather light. he hasn’t been to a barber since 1943. anyone could tell.  ❛ tried it myself. once. couldn’t reach the back, so. s’ easier t’ just grow it out. ❜

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me, talking about my trauma: haha yeah it was no big deal tho i don’t really care it’s whatever honestly

somebody: validates my trauma and says i shouldn’t have had to go through that

me, suddenly crying: huh. weird