I’ve launched a new Tumblr: The Life of Bucky Barnes (Bucky’s Instagram)

petite-madame:

Hi Guys!

I opened a new Stucky Tumblr devoted to Bucky and his life with Steve (basically, an AU), it’s called THE-LIFE-OF-BUCKY-BARNES

This Tumblr gathers all the pictures posted at the Instagram account the_life_of_bucky_barnes. Yes, because the_life_of_bucky_barnes is primarily a real Instagram account that you can follow on your Instagram app if you prefer.

There won’t be regular updates like Journal of a Man of Letters that is updated every Monday. It’s a cool little project with zero pressure so I’ll post…when I have something to post! However, I have TONS of ideas, don’t worry ♥

Thanks a lot and see you soon 🙂

PS: It’s not an “ask blog” or an “Imagine…” blog either so please, don’t send me prompts ^^;; I received 5 this morning so I prefer warning people in advance.

the-wordbutler:

iamshadow21 requested Sam/Riley, seeking solace. Thusly:

“Stop feeding my dog popcorn,” Riley grouses, and Sam flicks a kernel at his damn head.

It’s day three of the kind of rough patch that usually leaves Sam feeling twitchy and useless all at once, the kind where Riley spends his whole days inside and asks Sam to call the VA and tell them he’s not coming in. Sam, because he’s a good boyfriend even in the worst of times, called the VA first and the law school second, begging off two of his three classes because, hey, sometimes you need somebody to hang out on the couch with you and your spoiled rotten “service dog,” you know?

“You don’t need to do this,” Riley’d said on the first day, his face mostly neutral with just a hint of sad.

Sam’d carded fingers through his hair and kissed him on the temple. “Complete Indiana Jones trilogy disagrees, baby,” he’d teased, and that’d won him a smile.

It’s day three, and they’ve watched pretty much every DVD they own (plus a billion reruns of Project Runway), eaten their weight in popcorn, and shared a couple extremely long, lazy showers. And just to piss Riley off, he tosses Cap a fat piece of popcorn.

Cap crunches down, his tail wagging, and Riley rolls his eyes. “I’m so glad I’m going back to work tomorrow,” he grumbles.

“It’s like you don’t even love me,” Sam complains, but Riley kisses him slow and sweet like he maybe needs to prove Sam wrong.

Ahhh guys the-wordbutler wrote for my prompt and it’s PERFECT. Happy, happy smiles from me, here.

Johnnie Phelps, a woman sergeant in the army, thought, “There was a tolerance for lesbianism if they needed you. The battalion I was in was probably about ninety-seven percent lesbian.”
Sergeant Phelps worked for General Eisenhower. Four decades after Eisenhower had defeated the Axis powers, Phelps recalled an extraordinary event. One day, the general told her, “I’m giving you an order to ferret those lesbians out. We’re going to get rid of them.”
“I looked at him and then I looked at his secretary who was standing next to me, and I said, ‘Well, sir, if the general pleases, sir, I’ll be happy to do this investigation for you. But you have to know that the first name on the list will be mine.’ “
“And he was kind of taken aback a bit. And then this women standing next to me said, ‘Sir, if the General pleases, you must be aware that Sergeant Phelp’s name may be second, but mine will be first.”
“Then I looked at him, and said, ‘Sir, you’re right. They’re lesbians in the WAC battalion. And if the general is prepared to replace all the file clerks, all the section commanders, all the drivers-every woman in the WAC detachment-and there were about nine hundred and eighty something of us-then I’ll be happy to make that list. But I think the general should be aware that among those women are the most highly decorated women in the war. There have been no cases of illegal pregnancy. There have been no cases of AWOL. There have been no cases of misconduct. And as a matter of fact, every six months since we’ve been here, the general has awarded us a commendation for meritorious conduct.”
“And he said, ‘Forget the order.’”

The Gay Metropolis, page 47, Charles Kaiser (via bibliothekara)

Phelps tells this story herself in the excellent 1984 documentary Before Stonewall, which you can watch in its entirety on YouTube (she’s at 19:30, but really, watch the whole thing): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kX7AxQd82H8

(via theodoradove)

This makes me laugh every time I see it.

(via thegreatgodum)

*applauds*

I’m reminded of Monstrous Regiment, which is awesome.

(via jabberwockypie)

zeeewa:

partially deaf clint is super cute u_u

# clint barton, hawkeye, marvel, i could be wrong on this sign, i looked it up and found many different ones for caffeine, SO WHOOPS HOPE I’M REMOTELY CLOSE TO BEING RIGHT

I hope it’s true because rubbing your hands together like an evil mastermind anticipating loot is the correct response to getting given something caffeinated.

bisexualpiratequeen:

I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.

1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
5- NO
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.