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just fyi if you spoil aou for me i will find you and poop in your shoes.

#ooc

all-things-rp-moved

The 3rd (gif/icon) in your folder is your muse's facial expression as they’re about to kill someone.

burnedbrokenbones-blog

orrr

#i have more than one folder olol #meme nonsense

I’m drunk. Ask me shit.

#ic or ooc idgaf #delete later

Note: If I unfollow you, it’s probably because of excessive, untagged irrelevant posts. Nothing personal, just want to keep my roleplay dash clean.

#ooc #rp psa #please tag it with SOMETHING #idgaf what

prlman

Bucky grunted but did as he was motioned to, giving Brock access to his forehead. There were very few people that were allowed to manhandle him like that without getting a metal fist in the face. “Thank you, sir,” he whispered gently, the only thing he’d said in hours’ time.

burnedbrokenbones-blog

The hand in his hair goes back to stroking - his hair, cheek, even a gentle sweep of Brock’s thumb over his lips. The look on Rumlow’s face was intense, possessive; he shook his head, finally, like he was coming awake, and huffed a little sigh. “You’re fuckin’ heavy, you know that, doll?” he grumbles without venom, going back to just petting the Soldier’s hair, and applying himself again to sipping at his lukewarm, watery beer.

-beth pecora

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burnedbrokenbones

The asset let out a soft breath as fingers worked through his hair, and he closed his eyes in complete compliance with him. Brock was warm and knew how to calm him down. One could almost say he purred just a small, tiny, minuscule amount.

burnedbrokenbones-blog

Using his hair like a handle, Brock tugs the Soldier’s head down so he can press dry lips to his forehead. “There we go. Good boy, Winter. You don’t need to be lonely, baby boy, I’m here.”

#hell yes it's fine #soviettrumpeter

The soldier gives a soft grunt of an answer, which of course means yes, and leans himself more fully against Brock. He's his handler, and when he needs to feel stable, he goes straight to him. [haha it's ok i need to take that off my rules tbh]

“That’s all right, I got ya,” he goes on, soothingly, working his fingers into the soldier’s hair, gently scratching against his scalp. Attention from the Asset is much better than lukewarm beer, in Rumlow’s opinion, so he was just fine with this. Even if having a grown-ass man in his lap (with extra metal bits, to boot) was a little awkward.

#soviettrumpeter #answer: the daily double

drops self in your lap

With a surprised grunt, Rumlow shifts in his seat on the tatty couch in the tattier safehouse in Bumfuck, Nowhere (why weren’t missions ever in like, the fucking Caribbean?), waiting on exfiltration. He sets aside his shitty, lukewarm beer in favor of sliding his arm loosely around the Soldier’s waist. “Hey, boy,” he murmurs, with perhaps a shade too much affection, “Y’lonely?”

#HI HELLO I HOPE THIS IS ALL RIGHT #soviettrumpeter #i literally cannot pick a single character to call a favorite so your rules gonna have to fuck right off #it is an impossible task #answer: the daily double

#a bunch of the people i follow reblogged a post i made on my main #i'm so flattered #ooc

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Giveaway Winners!

So, congratulations to these lovelies: ) If you would like anything particular on the icons (texture/initial/border etc or any comic icons), please let me know! If there is a particular episode/source you would like them from, again, please let me know. Congrats!

1st place - bioxchemist [50]

2nd place - burnedbrokenbones [25]

3rd place - brightestbiochemist [10]

burnedbrokenbones-blog

#wHAT #AWESOME #MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN [my] FAVOR

inthiscoldheart

#visual aid #cleans up real nice don't he?

badassrumlow-blog

“Are ya seriously gonna try pullin’ that card on me? First of all, I don’t think ya know as much about me as ya think, second of all, at least I ain’t some soppy Captain America ass-licker. The hell is wrong with ya, really? Did Daddy ignore ya and Mummy breastfeed too long?”

burnedbrokenbones-blog

“Sweetheart, you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree if you think that’s gonna get my undies in a twist. I know my place in this world, and no goofball in a mask is gonna make me doubt that.”