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check below for all the work i've done during my hiatus babes.....

............. yes, i made one icon. LMFAO I'M A JOKE U GUYS

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where tf am i? a blogroll.

@webbedaunt | may parker, mcu. @wntrfreed | bucky barnes, mcu. @keepfight1n | joel miller, tlou.

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he's sure that even upside down his expression is absolutely bewildered & slightly impatient. he isn't going to pretend to wrap his mind around the idea of multiple universes, multiple spider - mans, multiple hims . . . in fact, he desperately hopes he's the only barnes out there. " not an avenger, " he grumbles with a slight shake of his head. maybe on paper, maybe for a moment. maybe he was the only one denouncing the role. " you sure as hell talk just as much as the parker i know. how'd you get here? " he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious.

@wntrfreed​ asked: i’m not supposed to talk to strangers.   ( @ peter 3 … because I think it’s funny lmao )

“Fair enough,” Peter shrugged, still hanging upside-down from one of his webs. “Though I guess that raises the question of how much people that you know in one universe count as strangers if they’re from another one. Probably depends on how similar they are. The- the universes and the people. I mean my universe is pretty different from this one. Never heard of the Avengers before I wound up here. Are you one of ‘em?”

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James Buchanan Barnes: confused since the 1940s

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* 𝐇𝐁𝐎'𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐔𝐒  /  𝐄𝐏  𝟏  &  𝟐.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!  spoiler warning.

“ and that’s your biggest worry? ”  

“ i presume the prospect of a viral pandemic keeps you up at night as well? ”

“ you like saying no. ”  

“ billions of puppets with poisoned minds. ”  

“ i was gonna make you birthday pancakes. ”  

“ how old are you again? ”  

“ gonna have to wear diapers soon. ”  

“ you’re still alive, you old fucker. ”  

“ your t-shirt’s inside out. ”  

“ can’t tell you how exciting it was listening to that fucking conversation. ”

“ i was gettin’ worried. ”  

“ i was thinkin’ we’d make some cookies. ”  

“ i don’t know why i talk to her. ”  

“ you locked the door for once, good job. ”

“ you got me a present? ”  

“ i don’t hear anything. ”  

“ that was lame. ”  

“ i put the change back because i’m an honest thief. ”

“ it’s the thought that counts. ”  

“ don’t fall asleep. ”  

“ wasn’t my fault this time. ”  

“ help me. ”  

“ get in the truck! ”  

“ you killed her. ”  

“ we’re gonna be brave, and we’re gonna get outta this. ”

“ are we sick? ”  

“ there’s nowhere to fucking go! ”  

“ i got you. ”  

“ can you run? ”  

“ you keep your eyes on me. ”  

“ we’re gonna get you somewhere safe first. ”  

“ hey! no one told you to move. ”  

“ are you alone? ”  

“ how did you get this? ”  

“ it’s okay. you’re safe. ”  

“ well, the more you shoot people, the harder it is to sleep, i guess. ”

“ you want ‘em or not? ”  

“ fucking fireflies been blowing shit up all week. ”

“ it’s easy to make a mistake in the dark. ”  

“ i’m not asking you to say anything. ”  

“ how about we just let it go? ”  

“ you gonna keep me here? kill me? ”  

“ i give you my word that he won’t hurt you. ”  

“ i’d like to go home and drink ‘til my face stops hurting. ”

“ they’re shooting at us. ”  

“ i’m not a firefly! ”  

“ people are gonna come looking for me. ”  

“ let me out or you’re gonna pay, motherfuckers! ”  

“ i’m not supposed to be here! ”  

“ you can’t be serious. ”  

“ there are worse things than infected out there. ”

“ i got jumped by a couple guys. ”  

“ it’s a miracle you’re alive. ”  

“ it’s a miracle any of us are alive. ”  

“ i was in fedra lockup all day. ”  

“ i need you to take a breath. ”  

“ we’re gonna find out, quietly. understand? ”  

“ i would very much like for you to hurt him. ”  

“ our people are asking what’s going on, and i don’t know what to tell them. ”

“ rebellion takes time. ”  

“ is this real? ”  

“ keep it quiet. ”  

“ you tell me to ‘look for the light’ and i’ll break your jaw. ”

“ you’re not scared. ”  

“ why did you stop them? ”  

“ i won’t tell anyone about any of this, i swear. ”

“ you were safe there until you decided to sneak out. ”

“ why won’t you let me go home? ”  

“ i wasn’t expecting it. ”  

“ you can’t be stupid like this. ”  

“ obviously didn’t take ‘fuck off’ for an answer. ”

“ gimme my knife. ”  

“ it’s our business to know things. ”  

“ you’re the cause of it. ”  

“ we don’t smuggle people, sorry. ”  

“ i know what’s out there. ”  

“ what are they capable of? ”  

“ you trust her? ”  

“ your watch is broken. ”  

“ you mumble in your sleep. ”  

“ i’ve never been on the other side of the wall. ”

“ look how dark it is. ”  

“ but you know where to go, so we’re gonna be okay. ”

“ holy shit, i’m actually outside! ”  

“ you stay close, and you follow my lead. ”  

“ i’m not sick! ”  

“ i should fucking kill you! ”  

“ i apologise about your lunch. ”  

“ is this bite from a human? ”  

“ so they’re still out there… ”  

“ i have spent my life studying these things. ”  

“ i’m not infected. ”  

“ i think what really impressed them was the fact that i didn’t turn into a fucking monster. ”

“ there’s not gonna be anything bad in here? ”

“ better them than us. ”  

“ i’m gonna talk to you like you’re an adult. ”  

“ fuck you, man, i didn’t ask for this. ”  

“ can i have a gun? ”  

“ i’ll have to thrown a fucking sandwich at them. ”

“ they hit most of the big cities like this, they had to slow the spread somehow. ”

“ whatever, i snuck in. ”  

“ you got some balls on you, sister. ”  

“ people like to tell stories. ”  

“ have you heard of books? ”  

“ i don’t know how i was supposed to know that. ”

“ you’re a weird kid. ”  

“ you try climbing ten fucking floors with our knees, see how you feel. ”

“ where’d you learn to do that? ”  

“ no more questions about me. ”  

“ was it hard? like, knowing they were people once. ”

“ you step on a patch of cordyceps in one place, and you can wake a dozen infected from somewhere else. now they know where you are, now they come. ”

“ you’re not immune from being ripped apart. ”

“ from this point forward, we are silent. ”  

“ well, i didn’t shit my pants, so… ”  

“ how about you just take the good news? ”  

“ is it everything you hoped for? ”  

“ our luck had to run out sooner or later. ”  

“ i never ask you for anything. ”  

“ save who you can save. ”  

“ i’m not going with you! ”

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@whitesuited asked: don’t you look lovely.

he grunts quietly, at least acknowledging that she's complimented him, as he adjusts his tie in the mirror. as a man who lives his life in t - shirts & tactical gear, it shouldn't come as a surprise that a button up & suit jacket weren't exactly comfortable. he's loosened & readjusted the tie - black - at least three times before accepting that there is no right answer. sometimes tracking a mark had its casualties in this case, a formal event he hadn't found a way out of.

he was sure she would be stunning. she always was. he was also sure he didn't care what he looked like . . . he just didn't want to go. with a sigh, he slips his hands into his gloves - less conspicuous - and turns to face her. "you're sure i have t ' go? i can think of about ten other things i could do that would probably get this done faster. " except that he couldn't. because there wasn't anything.

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idk how p.enn b.adgley makes me feel bad for a literal serial killer at least once a year but here we are.......... really blurs the line between protagonist and antagonist lmao

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let me send you memes?

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#he’s getting old

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sam: do you want to tell me about her?

old!steve: no, I don’t think I will

sam:

steve:

steve, taking off the photostatic mask: I’m just fucking with you! you really thought I wanted to go back to boiled potatoes and no internet?

bucky, in the background: steve u asshole you were supposed to wait and see how long it took for him to figure it out

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SEBASTIAN STAN as NICK FOWLER The 355 | 2022 dir. Simon Kinberg

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@whitesuited asked: you didn't have to walk me home.

" and let you roam the streets all by yourself? absolutely not. " there were many things he learned as a brooklyn boy trying to secure a lady in the early 20th century. always walk on the outside of the sidewalk, hold the door open, pull her chair out, arriving early meant arriving on time, never hide your intentions. chivalry may have been forgotten behind closed doors, but it was a necessity. it was a different time, yes, but it wasn't something worth forgetting.

he's quite aware of the hand he's placed on the small of her back, a guide if anything, and is sure that it stays modest. there wasn't a single scenario in which he would have let her walk home alone. it has nothing to do with how well she could protect herself and everything to do with the fact that he wanted to be the one doing the protecting. " my mother would roll over in her grave if i didn't make sure you got home safely. " it was true, but she probably knew it wasn't his only reason.

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#shook™

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there was plenty to do that involved little conversation. if anything, the unease that was settling deep into his chest only proved to him that he worked better alone. " respectfully, i don't really care what you like. " not when it comes to this. to me. he's sure it comes out harsher than he intends, but there isn't an apology in sight. ( he doesn't mean it. not in the way it sounds. ) when your past was chronicled in public documents, it was necessary to build airtight, cemented walls. he was sure she could understand, which only irked him more she was so keen on a conversation that bordered on interrogation.

but there didn't seem to be a way out of this. he didn't want to make an enemy of her, though the scales certainly weren't tipping in his favor. if she was set on wasting preparation time, fighting it would only waste more. they needed to be on the ground sooner rather than later. surveillance, mapping, calibration. there wasn't any question that their work would be done well . . . but the end was too far out of reach. he releases a heavy sigh, audible through his nose.

" fine. you go. " he concedes, the defeat evident in his expression. lips purse, brows furrow. " need to know. keep it 'need to know'. " he didn't want to share information that wasn't pertinent to the situation, and he truthfully didn't want to make space for her personal details in the filing system of his mind. it was a mess and it was rarely in sync with his heart. he respected her, yes, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't set boundaries just to show her how much. he was already at odds with himself over how intrigued he was by her.

she’s telling herself all of this is part of the process -------- if they’re going to be working together, it’s important to get on the same page, and that means getting a better idea of just who he is. sure; she’s got dossier after dossier and variable novels worth of lore she could turn to, but those just aren’t the same. she’d much rather get it from the horse’s mouth ( as it were ); and if that means having to go full quid pro quo and giving him little bits and pieces of herself in return, so be it. one thing she’s already figured out -------- he’s got good taste in whisky.

her shoulders rise and fall in rapid succession when he suggests this isn’t really a conversation she wants to have ( especially since she was the one to bring it all up in the first place ), but her gaze stays ---- for the moment ---- on the single pink - painted fingertip tracing the rim of her glass. “what, you don’t think i like a good conversation?” she pauses the endless circles she’s been making and picks up her glass for a sip of her own; blue eyes peeking at him over the rim.

       “i think i can make time for this,” which might be a bit of a stretch ----------- the marks they’re supposed to be following will be in the city in a few day’s time; they’re supposed to be using their advantage of arriving early to make sure they’re prepared to go. but telling herself this is just as important a part of their preliminary recon as anything else justifies shaking up their schedule … doesn’t it?

       “i’ll even offer to go first, how’s that?” she takes another sip, brow piqued. “limited time offer.”

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he's sure no one's eyes are on them, but he wouldn't have noticed if they were. his lips almost turn downward with the force of hiding a smile, though it's hard to deny the way the air feels lighter even with his lap a little fuller. " reserved with an exclusive guest list. i should have asked for a password or somethin' . " infinitely bolder in a fictitious bubble that only extends past her shoulder, he slips her drink from her hand and takes a quick sip before placing the glass back where he'd stolen it from. " consider it a reservation fee. "

bucky chances a quick glance across the room, eyes scanning the crowd briefly before returning his attention to her. " it looked like i could use company? well shit, that's exactly the look i didn't want to give off. " though he's clearly joking, it isn't entirely untrue. there was nothing about his usual demeanor that he hoped screamed LONELY, IN NEED OF ENTERTAINMENT. " i don't think there's much you're afraid of. havin' fun out there? "

parties are not ( and never really have been ) her forte ------------- at least the ones where she’s meant to be herself and not playing a role or having a job to do that keeps her focused and out of most of the small talk going on around her. but tonight they’re among friends, which means it’s time to turn on that semi - dormant southern charm as she makes her way from one side of the room to the next, keeping an eye out for the one face, in particular, she doesn’t want to lose sight of.

she’s not surprised when she sees him lingering there around the peripheries of the larger group ( she’s almost a little jealous even ------ he’s found a good spot to essentially hide in plain sight ), and she excuses herself from her current conversation with a half - truth about wanting to go refill her drink. replenished glass in hand ( and tucked tentatively against her chest ), she makes her way around the various groups that have divvied themselves up since the start of the party until she emerges on his side of the room.

the way in which she announces herself is distinctly hers and hers alone; asking in a little louder of a voice than she would have liked ( but that’s what happens at these things ), but the cheek with which she does shouldn’t come as a surprise ------------- even if her suddenly and seemingly popping up at his side has done just that. cradling her drink she settles herself on his lap, leaning into him just enough that the arm around her waist will have to hold her a little closer to compensate.

       “so you’re saying it has one of those little ‘RESERVED’ signs on it, hm? i’ll take that,” she sips at her drink with a grin, already feeling more attentive to this one - on - one conversation than she had across the room surrounded by a group. ( of course it being bucky ---- he makes it only that much easier. ) “we both know i’m not afraid of a bold move, barnes ------ especially when it pays off this well. besides, it looked like you could use a little company.”

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are we all just here waiting for snl or

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“We were just there on set because we knew there was gonna be no dialogue. We knew it was just gonna play back in the museum as silent footage of them together so as we shot it, they were just talking to each other, not even as the characters, they were just talking to each other as Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan, trying to make each other laugh and have a good time just so we have this little moment between the two characters. We actually never had a script in terms of what was happening there in a storytelling level, it was just a moment to show the two were close and had a great relationship.”

                                                                                                   – Anthony Russo