Occasionally they put on some old vinyls with songs they used to dance to back then, but just never together. Until now.
And sometimes Steve hums along.
Love love
Tag: bucky barnes
if you think college student steve rogers wouldn’t be angry, you’re not paying attention
Love this!!
some days i just wanna make people sad
“He was a baby once. He must have been sweet and clean and his mother kissed his little pink toes. Maybe when it thundered at night she came to his crib and fixed his blanket better and whispered that he mustn’t be afraid, that mother was there. Then she picked him up and put her cheek on his head and said that he was her own sweet baby. He might have been a boy like my brother, running in and out of the house and slamming the door. And while his mother scolded him she was thinking that maybe he’ll be president some day. Then he was a young man, strong and happy. When he walked down the street, the girls smiled and turned to watch him. He smiled back and maybe he winked at the prettiest one. […] [T]hey are waiting for him to die. But he don’t want to die. He wants to keep on living even though he’s so old and there’s nothing to be happy about anymore.”
– from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
is this some form of war declaration??
#inktober 20 my one armed hobo #wintersoldier #buckybarnes in a poofy coat
the best kind of captain america is the kind i know would disappoint my grandparents
I need this to inspire at least one fanfic that is no less than 40k words long
aaaand go
Gnnahh. Wow. I’d so read that! In the meantime I’m just gonna go stare at this some more. Love this.
Steve and Bucky pre war.
Not sure what Bucky had to do to get them a room with a bed this big but he managed it.
Photoshop and a reconditioned Graphire4. One day I’ll have a pen that isn’t held together with medical tape again.
Someday— possibly someday soon— Sebastian Stan’s agent is going to call him with a script.
“What’s the role?” he’ll ask.
“Well,” Sebastian Stan’s agent will say, “he’s the closeted son of a politician, struggling with PTSD after his military service.”
“Uh-huh. What’s he named?”
“Theodore Roosevelt O’Toole, but—”
“I’ll take it.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to read the script first?”
“No. No need. This is the role I was born to play.”
"Do I get to kiss boys and cry about my fucked up life and choices?”
“Uh… yes?”
“Where do I sign?
In class commission sketch. (2.5 hours)
Short hair Bucky!!
WIP
knitting in the dark 