“The movie is about…as he struggles to find an identity in the modern world, his old life is slipping away – is hanging on by a thread. Peggy doesn’t remember him… and she’ll be dead soon. She’s the last remnant of his past. And Sam happens to find his way into his life, so now he’s slowly meeting a new friend, he’s gaining a trust with Widow…so the movie is about a journey for him as he finds new elements in the modern world to emotionally attach himself to. The cruel twist is that, the Winter Soldier shows up…and it’s like the past punching him in the face.” — Joe Russo [x]
Tag: winter soldier
A cover idea that didn’t get finished. This marks the offical end of my summer.
First class in 9 hours — My last year of college is finally here!
I’ve launched a new Tumblr: The Life of Bucky Barnes (Bucky’s Instagram)
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.
Life of Crime – neveralarch – Marvel 616, Hawkeye (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]
As a supervillain supercriminal contract worker with a morality deficit, Clint Barton leads a glamorous life. You know, stolen cars, dangerous women, a really confusing relationship with a meddling do-gooder, the works. It’s pretty awesome. Except for, uh, medical bills, the mob, and being on the run all the time. That part isn’t all that awesome.
(A supervillain AU where Clint shoots arrows at people and gets beat up a lot. So, not really that much of an AU.)
Okay, I usually don’t single recs out, but this fic, guys, it is SO GOOD. It is incredibly funny and ever so sightly cracky in the best of ways. It’s got the failboaty Clint Barton that we know and love, he’s just working for the other side. He’s Deaf, he’s a bit of a manslut, he’s kinky, and he loves what he does (even if it does wind him up hurt nine times out of ten), and he’s got the gang of Bucky, Natasha, Kate and Lucky around him to get him on his feet again. It’s got sign language. It’s got ridiculous comic book fights, inadvisable hookups, and a lot about the grey (sexy) line between heroism and villainy. It’s got a bit of violence and a bit of fairly kinky sex with various partners, but those scenes are short and I don’t think it’s hugely explicit, and even if kink isn’t your thing I really think this fic is well worth reading. It’s about so, so much more than bedroom shenanigans and it’s just so much fun that I think you’ll like it even if a Clint who likes being slapped around a bit isn’t your thing. I don’t remember the last time I read a fic where I had to stop so many times to literally laugh out loud.
Life of Crime – neveralarch – Marvel 616, Hawkeye (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]
Today I was eating a little single-serving pie like you get at a gas station or whatever. And all of a sudden a voice pops in my head that I was eating PIE. With my BARE HANDS. Like an ANIMAL.
Guys I feel weirdly like I need to make a point of this, he’s not bare-handed:
He doesn’t even take off his glove.
I suppose that could be because he doesn’t want to get blueberry pie in his servos, but you know what also works for that? A FORK.
*cackles madly*
Since we’re sharing, I’m gonna tell you, I used to eat pie with my hands ALL THE TIME. Why? Because my mother used to make a massive pie (usually apple and rhubarb) and then she’d freeze it. And gosh, frozen pie is something I discovered by accident, but it is SO GOOD. Defrosted just enough in the microwave so that you don’t break your teeth, but it’s still all ice crystally inside. Awesome. And you can’t eat that shit with a fork.
Also awesome frozen? Banana and pecan cake with cream cheese frosting. Yum.
my icon’s sebastian stan but then i ended up drawing various stages of post-catws bucky in lingerie
edit: blame ofmightyopposites and augustbird for some of the lingerie
“you bought what?” steve demands. he hopes no one notices his ears burning, even if he suddenly has to lean forward to put his elbows on his knees.
“it’s the twenty first century,” tony says, setting a tiny pink gift bag on the coffee table next to bucky, “think of it as an introduction to the modern age.” he points at steve. "remind me. did they have positions other than the missionary back in the day?“
"do you have a death wish,” bucky asks, but it’s such a flat intonation that it doesn’t sound like a question at all.
“you sure you don’t want to model for us?” tony asks.
“i don’t want to be in this room,” bruce announces, and leaves.
bucky crumples up the bag with his metal hand and throws it hard at tony’s face.
_____
steve’s going through the last of some paperwork on his tablet computer in bed when the bathroom door opens. Steve glances up, looks back down at his tablet again—and then.
“bucky,” steve says, staring.
bucky licks his lips, tucking a thumb underneath the waistband so that it slides a little down his hip, revealing more of the hair leading down to where his cock is clearly outlined under the lacy fabric. the panties are the only thing that he’s wearing—dark against the pale skin of his upper thigh.
“um,” steve says intelligently.
bucky smiles a little then, advances on him. he crawls up the bed until he’s inches away from steve’s face, the tiny smile turning into a full blown feral grin. he leans in and breathes against steve’s ear: “don’t think i didn’t notice your reaction.”
“uh,” steve agrees articulately. his hands can’t help themselves, his palms slide over the lace covering bucky’s ass before squeezing lightly. bucky makes this soft, surprised noise and any coherent thought that steve might have been attempting to formulate evaporates away entirely.
“let’s ruin them,” bucky says against steve’s neck.
_____
three weeks later, natasha knocks on steve’s door in the middle of breakfast. steve’s hair is still sticking up from sleep and bucky’s eating cereal with an array of knives waiting to be sharpened spread around him.
“this came for you,” natasha says, handing steve a box, “i’m not going to ask.”
steve looks down at the box from victoria’s secret and wants to die.
bucky shoves a spoonful of cheerios into his mouth and just smirks.
hugs are fun, hugs are fun, hugs are fuuun
This guy knows how to lead a full life.
The real question is was he Scottish or Russian?
Brooklyn, via Moscow.
And, as copperbadge would tell you, he eats the victory pie with his bare hands, like an animal.
WHOLE SLICES OF PIE WITH HIS HANDS
HIS BEAR HANDS. :DDD
You are such dorks
This guy knows how to lead a full life.
The real question is was he Scottish or Russian?
Brooklyn, via Moscow.
And, as copperbadge would tell you, he eats the victory pie with his bare hands, like an animal.
WHOLE SLICES OF PIE WITH HIS HANDS
HIS BEAR HANDS. :DDD
This guy knows how to lead a full life.
The real question is was he Scottish or Russian?
Brooklyn, via Moscow.
And, as copperbadge would tell you, he eats the victory pie with his bare hands, like an animal.
knitting in the dark 