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lazulisong → I WANT LIKE FIFTEEN BILLION STORIES WHERE BUCKY HAS TO LEARN TO BE A HUMAN BEING AGAIN AND HE SUPER FUCKING HATES IT BUT ... STEVE.

lazulisong:

waldorph:

walking. Apparently walking is a thing he has to learn how to do again. 

"You walk like you’re trying to kill someone, Bucky," Steve says, in what Bucky knows sounds like a supportive tone to the idiots around them, but what is, in fact, Steve Rogers’ patented Why Are You Such A Moron voice. 

"People don’t talk to me when I walk like this," Bucky points out. 

"They also won’t give you coffee."

And well, fine. 

——

bedtime. The sleeping thing is rough. He thinks it’s safe to blame that on—well, life in general. He’s been frozen on and off for years, and they never kept him awake long enough to need to sleep (he thinks it’s why—well, he thinks that the sleep deprivation contributed to his programming failing). Before that, it’s been the goddamn war, and you slept when you could, where you could. And before that, there’d been the odd jobs Bucky had always worked, anything for an extra penny. 

Steve, who’s always slept like a goddamn princess, doesn’t want to hear it. He throws a futon mattress on the floor (Bucky doesn’t even know what a futon is) and pointedly goes to bed. Bucky lays there, and he can feel Steve looking at him. 

"Just go to sleep," Bucky snaps, night after night after fucking night.

"You’re keeping me up," Steve replies. 

They go to bed at 9:30 and wake up at 7:00, like they’re actually 95 and 96. 

"I didn’t want to say anything," Steve says over waffles when Bucky points it out, "but you could really use the beauty sleep, Buck." 

Bucky smacks him. “Punk.”

(He gets used to it—eventually. He just requires some physical exertion before he goes to bed, and if he enlists Steve in that—well. It’s for a good cause, and Steve’s always been a sucker for those.)

—-

eating. Steve Rogers can’t cook. Bucky doesn’t know who thought Steve could cook, but he can’t. Sarah Rogers taught Bucky all the family recipes because Steve was never going to carry on the family traditions, only shame.

The Winter Soldier didn’t eat for taste, he ate for sustenance. And it’s a weird thing, retraining himself from that. To eat and enjoy it, to consider a meal, to sit down and consume. 

But there’s more available now than boiled dinners and potatoes and whatever things you could get cheap. 

"Everyone eats well now," Steve says one night over Indian food. "It’s not seasonal, and you don’t have to make a bone last for a whole winter."

That’d been a bad winter—Steve’d been sick a lot, Bucky’d been working to help support both their families, and Sarah’d just started getting sick. There’d been one bone and by the time they threw it out, they’d gotten months’-worth of broth from it. 

They get a lot of take out, places they have to look up, because Bucky thinks he’s been to at least some of them, but can’t remember. It’s easier, somehow, to eat it when it’s an adventure, a fixed point of shared experience instead of—well. This is good.

—-

dating. “You clean up nice, I don’t get why you think she wouldn’t,” Steve says, rifling through his mail. The girl in 9H just flirted with Bucky, and Steve is offended on her behalf that Bucky wasn’t fumbling all over himself to get her number.

"I got a mirror," Bucky points out, because he knows he cleans up nice. He knows, even with the metal arm, he’s got enough going on that a girl will forgive that. Knows he can spin it into a sob story—hell, could just say wounded in combat, which is true. Doesn’t even need a cover—

But that’s the problem. He thinks about it all as covers, lies, how to seduce, edit his own history, get what he wants and then go. And maybe that was how it was, before the war. Maybe that’s how they’d been, but he can’t remember. And even if it was, it was a game, simple and light-hearted and nothing like being whored out for a cause. 

"So?" Steve prompts, and Bucky longs for the days when he was goading Steve into dates, not the other way around. 

"So no." 

Steve sighs, and picks up a take-out menu as Bucky locks the door of the apartment. He’s seen—they’ve come a long way. Guys who date other guys don’t have it as bad—can even marry, in New York. They even got a word for people who like both, but—thing is. There are other things Bucky’s got to get right. Like going into crowds, feeling threatened, walking like a human, having a social interaction, eating three meals a day and sleeping at night. 

The whole dating thing—

"Sudanese?" Steve asks. 

"Yeah," Bucky says, and then sighs when Steve hands him the phone to order, because Steve hates ordering food.

Y E P

2 hours ago with 509 notes — via frantickled, © waldorph


headlessdragoon → ... can you explain the lost medieval servant boy thing

YES YES I CAN.

okay so basically in period-ish (also includes fantasy) fiction the younger males that served the household carried correspondence/ made deliveries through x-location like a castle or manor or some other large complex were called pages.

the page is missing from his duties. nobody can find him. the page cannot be found.

similarly: the error message a browser presents (at least in the US) when it cannot find a specific webpage.

2 hours ago with 2 notes


colonelrogers:

gazzymouse:

colonelrogers:

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ON YOUR LEFT

DONT SAY IT

… ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ON YOUR LEFT

2 hours ago with 16,193 notes — via attaboyhawkguy, © colonelrogers


sneakyfeets:

godtie:

talk-birdy-to-me:

very cute QUAIL making QUAIL NOISES

IIM TEARING UP I LOVE QUAILS SO MMUUCH

me

2 hours ago with 3,382 notes — via frantickled, © talk-birdy-to-me


itistimetodisappear:

thedorkiestviking:

ibeggedformercytwice:

ibeggedformercytwice:

ibeggedformercytwice:

My medieval servant boy has gone missing. I’ll just use Google to see if I can find him.

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Oh bother.

I still say this was hilarious fuck you guys

GODDAMNIT

GET OUT




"Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones that do call him the 。*:★Kawaii Soldier★:*。. He’s an adorable ghost, you’ll never find him.”

"Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones that do call him the *:★Kawaii Soldier★:*. He’s an adorable ghost, you’ll never find him.”



christopher-whitelaw:

sittingonalog:

… watch your back in theater 9 Mr. Peabody


u walk in the theater and the lights dim, frozen comes on screen, u sit through the movie, it was so good, u get up to leave but the lights have not risen, frozen is starting over on the screen, u briskly make your way to the exit and the attendant shoves you back inside the theater, don’t you wanna see your movie? he says, you claw at the door as frozen repeats over and over again behind you, elsa telling you to just let it go, your tears turn into tiny snowflakes, on the 3rd day people are eating the theater cushions, you have given up any hope of escape, you sing along quietly for the 43rd time, let it go..let it goo…

christopher-whitelaw:

sittingonalog:

… watch your back in theater 9 Mr. Peabody

u walk in the theater and the lights dim, frozen comes on screen, u sit through the movie, it was so good, u get up to leave but the lights have not risen, frozen is starting over on the screen, u briskly make your way to the exit and the attendant shoves you back inside the theater, don’t you wanna see your movie? he says, you claw at the door as frozen repeats over and over again behind you, elsa telling you to just let it go, your tears turn into tiny snowflakes, on the 3rd day people are eating the theater cushions, you have given up any hope of escape, you sing along quietly for the 43rd time, let it go..let it goo…

2 hours ago with 31,618 notes — via thistleandtheraven, © sittingonalog


i’ve changed my about page like 39874298 fucking times n the past three months

but did i ever change my age from ‘19’ to ‘20’ in that time? lol no fuck this gay earth

3 hours ago with 2 notes


queerhawkeye:

queerhawkeye:

do it for the vine”, kate says, and clint gets his bow confiscated and a three month suspension personally signed by nick fury

#it’s great because six seconds is about as long as things ever go right for clint barton (x)

3 hours ago with 4,000 notes — via attaboyhawkguy, © queerhawkeye