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one day,,,,,, ill move on from ca:tws,,,,,, and today,,,,, is not that day
(based on a tumblr post, bc why print sth out if you can redraw it and save the ink you dont have)
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Friendly reminder that Steve and Bucky probably have absolutely wild Brooklyn accents. Maybe it’s mellowed out over the years but sometimes, woild, goil, woist, poifume. Cwafee. Wourder. Fugeddaboutit.
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talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it.
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Anybody want to think about stucky old timey repression plausible deniability homoeroticism rituals with me. I'm thinking about them
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bucky doesn’t know when he started pretending, started lying. well, sure he knew when he started pretending—to like girls, to care about current events, to not care deeply about the state of his curls— but rather when he started pretending he isn’t desperately in love with steve.
the day after sarah died, bucky came to the rogers apartment and made himself a permanent fixture there. he didn’t intend to move in, only to keep steve from starving to death or drowning in his grief. he wasn’t pretending then, he didn’t need to be. when he laid in bed with steve and held him then, it wasn’t the act of a lover, necessarily. it was just the comfort steve needed. those days, those weeks, were not muted by the haze of a constant lie, but they blur together in bucky’s memory nonetheless.
when bucky came home one day to find steve simply stood in the middle of the small apartment, looking around as if he’d never seen the place before, bucky still wasn’t pretending.
“what’s the matter, bo?” bucky asked, shucking off his shoes, then his coat, and avoiding stepping on The Cat as she wound around his legs.
“i’m trying to figure out,” steve said, “when you moved in here.”
it wasn’t much, really, but it was enough to make bucky look around with the same dumbfounded look steve had had when he came home. when he came home. yes, it was steve’s childhood blanket thrown haphazardly across a half-made bed, but it was bucky’s that was draped across the back of the armchair he and steve had lugged up just two months prior.
and bucky simply couldn’t recall the last time he’d gone back to his parents’ house for clothes. he didn’t even know what would be left there if he did. maybe a nice suit for special occasions, maybe the black one he’s worn to sarah’s funeral. maybe nothing at all.
something squeezed in bucky’s chest then, wrapping itself around his heart and his lungs. surely… surely this was where steve would tell him it’s all too much and that bucky needed to move out. when their eyes met, however, steve said,
“you’re paying half the rent going forward” and bucky said,
“sure. sounds good to me.” and that was that.
maybe bucky had always been lying, just a little bit, because every night after the lights went out and after he and steve climbed into the only bed in the apartment, bucky would wrap himself around steve, and steve would burrow into bucky’s embrace. it’s just so cold bucky would tell himself, even in the height of summertime heat.
maybe bucky can pinpoint the exact moment he started actively lying to himself. not the date, but the event. something had woken him in the middle of the night. a loud neighbor, perhaps, or maybe just fitful sleep. steve was curled against bucky’s chest, his breath tickling against the skin of his chest where it was exposed. bucky’s hand, surely in his sleep, had found its way up the back of steve’s shirt. The Cat, when bucky had the courage to glance, was loafing on steve’s hip. bucky could feel the weight of steve’s leg shoved unconsciously between his, could feel his body expand with deep, sleepy breath, could feel silent, sobless tears beginning to streak sideways across his face.
this, he thought to himself in that moment as he hid his sorrow in steve’s hair. this is not romantic.
that became his mantra. every time steve would welcome him home, or would offer to cook dinner, or would—with poorly feigned reluctance— let The Cat into the apartment, bucky would remind himself: This Is Not Romantic.
maybe bucky was lying from the start, when he thought staying friends with steve was okay. then again, losing him would be so much worse.
so, bucky continues to remind himself, day after day, touch after touch, that This Is Not Romantic. after all, bucky barnes is Not in love with steve rogers.
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happy birthday bucky barnes
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The first couple of captain america movies were good. I know. I know. I hate the mcu too but the first couple of captain america movies were good I'm Sorry. I have to speak my truth
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The tragedy that is the Barnes family, who had to watch their only son and his best friend both leave marching towards a war that would eventually claim them, who died without ever knowing they would be alive and reunited in the far future, who died believing they would meet Bucky again yet never did...
And also the tragedy of Bucky and Steve never getting to see their family again, who have to live with the knowledge that they're still alive while Winifred or George or Becca aren't, whose last memory of them is a painful goodbye and broken promises...
Not to mention how Sarah Rogers never was more than a footnote in Captain America's story, when she probably worked so hard just to keep Steve alive and happy, who is only remembered by two (broken, lonely, sad) people, who never got to see the good her son would do...
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someone: bucky barnes is evil and deserves to pay for his crimes
steve rogers:
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T E C H N O L O G I C 
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the winter soldier could’ve been an amazing horror movie
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2024 announcement and schedule
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We're thrilled to announce that the 2024 round of @stuckybangs will be a reverse bang. Sign ups for all creators will begin on December 2nd 2023 and the full schedule is below.
Please check out our Rules and FAQs here. There will also be an official Stucky Big Bang discord that we will be inviting participants to in December.
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If you have any questions, please feel free to drop us an ask or contact one of the mods: @sparkagrace, @buckyismybicycle or @mxaether.
We look forward to welcoming you and seeing all your incredible creations.
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The Future
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quick scketch of the boys, maybe one day ill finish it
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— Hadestown, Come Home With Me
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rewatching the first avenger who the fuck let peggy carter onto the base without hosiery? it’s 1943 she is not going out ungirdled and unhosed.
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Unfortunately every song is about The Character
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