Aspiring Ghost Musicians [Aspiring Muse

Jess, 35 she/her, bi, I'm a Geek & Nerd. New York. Hardcore LOVER of Captain America (Falcon) & White Wolf, Steven Grant/Marc Spector and all things Moon Knight, All three Captain America Movies, Black Panther, & Loki!! Also I ship SamBucky, Sarah/Bucky, Wakanada/Bucky (romantically or platonic). Wishes I could be besties with Sebastian Stan & Anthony Mackie in Real Life. I dream that could work at the Buy More in Burbank. I'm obsessed with music, books, Broadway, and taking photos. I'm a lover and so I love many things. I especially love Robin Williams, BRENDAN FRASER BEETLEJUICE THE MUSICAL, Doom Patrol (esp. BRENDAN & Matt Bomer), Star Wars, Stranger Things, SENSE-8, Animation films and series-like Avatar the last Airbender (TV), Tangled & HTTYD Chuck Bartowski, Arrow/Flash, Vampires, David Cook, Jumanji (New and Old), & I will always look to sky for a man in Blue Police Box to come and take me places that are far away!

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"The serum amplifies everything that is inside. So, good becomes great. Bad becomes worse. This is why you were chosen. Because a strong man, who has known power all his life, will lose respect for that power. But a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows compassion...you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier, but a good man."

--- Dr. Abraham Erskine

I love this movie with my whole heart

July 19th, 2011

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FRIENDS | 3.03

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Summer break ☀️

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They’re talking about the thunderbolts

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It's my 16 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Gay

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the winter soldier details

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redwing the superhero! in redwing: independence day (2026) #2

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Just Sam and Bucky, reading a good queer romance book together.

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[jeniferprince]

first crush

patreon // buy prints here

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Happy pride month to him

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hiii sambucky + 8. peeling an orange in one long spiral? 👉👈

Gardener's Delight

Bucky had stopped paying attention when Sam was washing the zucchinis. Every neuron in his brain had focused in solely on the way his long fingers wrapped around the vegetable, the wet slide of his fist up and down each one as he rubbed away any dirt that still clung to them. Hell, his mouth had gone dry and he thought he might've gotten a little light headed. For a split second, he had come back online when Sam began to shred them with a vigor that almost had Bucky asking if he was in trouble. But then all his focus had gone back to Sam's hands and the flexing muscles of his forearms with every rise and fall against the grater.

He knew Sam was still talking, working his way through a recipe that Sarah had sent him that came from their mama's kitchen. He cherished the stories Sam always offered up with excitement and nostalgia. He held them as close to his heart as his own memories from a century ago. But damn if he was listening at all right now.

"Here, try," Sam encouraged suddenly, holding one hand out to Bucky without turning around. He was shaking the grater in the bowl, freeing the pulp that clung to the inside.

Bucky almost wrapped his mouth around Sam's fingers. He didn't know where Sam was going with it, but he was game. But then he saw the end piece of one of the zucchinis that had been chopped off earlier. Sam didn't waste food, so Bucky should've expected that the piece of refuse would become a snack. Sam had cut off more than usual because 'I don't like the shape at the end. It's all folded." Bucky, mind a thousand miles down in a gutter had used the word vein instead.

He took the proffered piece and ate around the stem of it. They'd planted the garden three years ago and it ebbed and flowed in what it offered them. The zucchini's though, those always came in well.

"I know what it tastes like," he said. "We've had them before." In fact, they'd had so much ratatouille recently, he had lost any fondness for stews all together. Sliced zucchini went on sandwiches and in salads and was eaten in lieu of a better midnight snack. They couldn't eat it fast enough.

"Figured I better give you something to do before you fully wandered away. I can feel you getting distracted," Sam explained. You have no idea, Bucky thought. "Stir the batter again."

Bucky tossed the left over stem piece into their compost bucket (really, it was just an extra large cup from some almost-local barbeque joint that they filled until they dumped everything outside for deer or worms) and gave a few cursory stirs to the thick batter waiting for the various fillings, zucchini chief among them.

"Like you mean it," Sam added pointedly. His hand trailed over Bucky's forearm and Bucky's thoughts shot right back to daydreams about Sam's fingers and his muscles and the flour-covered tank top he was wearing and the way it cut in on the back to show off his shoulder blades.

Hand over Bucky's, he made sure Bucky was stirring to the bottom of the bowl. Bucky enjoyed the feeling of their shared space instead of paying attention.

"Did you dice the ham?" Sam asked, which was less what drew Bucky's thoughts back to reality. Moreso it was the sudden cool that blew in between them when Sam stepped away.

"Yeah, it's on the center block," he said, turning too to grab the deli meat and a bowl of shredded cheeses. Damn, he should've made Sam do all the grating. He could've had a show all afternoon.

Zucchini, ham, and cheese all went into the batter and Bucky stepped away to let Sam do all the seasonings because, evidently, he wasn't any good at that part. It was beyond him why savory muffins needed extra seasoning, but whatever.

Bucky enjoyed watching the muscles in Sam's back move as he stirred everything together one more time, but once he was dividing the mixture into the muffin tin, the show was decidedly over. Bucky sighed and reached for an orange. Their orange tree was also a good investment.

"You ever been able to peel one of these things in one go?" he asked as he dug his thumb nail into the navel to start the process. "I used to be better at it, but I think they changed oranges since the 40s."

"You can't say that about every fruit. We're not doing the banana thing again," Sam sighed, but Bucky could tell he was grinning, so he didn't mind the ribbing. "Of course I can. Just give me a second."

Bucky got another orange while Sam put the tins in the oven. By the time Sam was done, Bucky had already broken the peel of his and was scowling at it like it personally offended him.

"There's a trick," Sam explained. "Watch this." He also popped out the navel first and worked his thumb under the peel. "You don't wanna pull it from the outside," he said. "You can't feel anything that way. Keep your thumb inside. Push it along the fruit, so you can feel the peel tearing against your knuckle."

Bucky's mouth was dry again. Sam had a way of dropping his voice down low when he was explaining something. He slowed down and got gentle, wanted to make sure people were keeping up with him. The problem was, he did the same thing when he was teasing Bucky too. When he was trailing his fingers over Bucky's abdomen and asking what he wanted and why he was whining and squirming and come on, sweetheart, just use your words.

"Just be gentle," Sam continued. "It's soft, y'know." And Bucky knew he was doing it on purpose at this point. He'd probably looked up and seen the way Bucky's eyes were rapt on his fingers, but dammit, the juice running down his thumb, dripping from the jut of his wrist had recaptured the attention of every thinking piece of Bucky's body.

"Just keep goin' 'round in circles, easing it back. Don't go too fast. It ain't a race." That carefully protected southern drawl was beginning to drip from his lips, heavy as the spanish moss outside.

"Fuck you," Bucky breathed, half a whine. He knew what he was doing to Bucky.

Sam's gaze lifted, bright and knowing. He was grinning from ear to ear. Bucky wanted nothing more than to back him into the corner of their cabinets, kiss that knowing, teasing glimmer out of him. It would come back and back and back anyway, refill for eternity if Bucky was around to rile up.

He looked away, pouting, heart racing, so full of need he could barely breathe. He pushed his thumb beneath the peel of his orange again, just to do something. Almost immediately, he felt his fingers hit a soft spot in the orange and juice spritzed across his face. He jerked back a little and reached up to wipe his eye.

"See, that's what happens if you get too excited," Sam laughed. His orange was bare, the peel a perfect spiral on the kitchen table beside him where he was leaning back against it. He popped a wedge in his mouth, delighted.

But Bucky knew what Sam liked too. He put his fingers to his lips, licked the juice from them slow, like he'd wanted to do to Sam's hands. Sam's eyes brightened. The next wedge, he bit in half, so juice spilled over his chin, turned his lips glossy.

Fuck it, Bucky was in no mood to play further. He'd been playing longer than Sam and he was over it. He crossed the few strides between them, boxed Sam in against the table, and kissed the juice from his mouth. Kissed him so fully, some of the orange actually ended up in his mouth. The rest of the orange rolled piteously as Sam got his sticky fingers in Bucky's hair and tugged him forward. Apparently, he didn't want to play either.

Despite pulling them flush in the first place, Sam was the one to shift back to sit on the table. He still urged Bucky between his legs again anyway, but it wasn't close enough. Bucky wrapped his arm around Sam's waist, pulled him close, leaned over him. He didn't trust their full weight on the table, but he was still chasing the tang of orange into Sam. Wanted to follow it to his belly until there was no coming back.

Sam's hands landed on either side of his face, holding him still so he could kiss across the spray of orange juice that Bucky hadn't wiped away fully. His cheek, his brown bone, the edge of his temple.

"This is a good smell on you," Sam breathed, which only marginally brought Bucky back down to the earthly plane.

"Desperation?" he asked with a furrow to his brow.

Sam laughed softly and shook his head. Their noses brushed, back and forth, and Bucky ascended again. "You pretty much always smell like that."

"Thanks." It was meant to be a dry sort of grouse, but Bucky was too distracted and too enamoured to get there.

"Smelling like our garden," Sam insisted between kisses, still holding Bucky's face but not doing a very good job of keeping him still. "Sunshine and soil and oranges."

"Better keep me here then," Bucky suggested. "Not gonna get that smell anywhere else."

"Yeah," Sam agreed breathily. "You're not goin' anywhere."

No, Bucky agreed. No, he wasn't.

[staying-elive]

Anthony and Winston at SXSW 2026

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I can't believe Anthony Stewart Head has died. RIP, you gave us an iconic character

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Rest in Peace Anthony Stewart Head (1954-2026)