-- T i t a n i u m --

[buckynatashas]

marvel comics meme: seven relationships [1/7] ↳ bucky barnes/natasha romanoff

[draconisa]

        Ah, he’s charming. Long since jaded to PRETTY words, Daenerys is flattered nonetheless. She offers a gracious smile, following the sweeping door ( & if eyes catch the glint of metal in their periphery, she gives no signs of showing it ).  The restaurant sprawls before them, all gleaming wood and soft lit glow. She turns to him, something alight in violet eyes       “  I knew gentleman were a dying breed — but they aren’t dead yet, it seems. Thank you. ”

[ctonement-blog]

                                                 ' anything for a lady, '

                      grateful in this way, masculine frame takes the side of the supposed                         leader, a guiding soul that had been goaded into this life of torture                          ——- of death. unrelenting smiling expressionism crosses features,                         burning flint hued irises observe; flickering light differentiating her                        from those long stretching doors. a note of faint amusement presented                                                                   ;;;   itself in the form of laughter. 

                       ' if i wasn't a gentleman i feel like my mother                                   would be beating me from the grave. '

[buckynatashas]

marvel comics meme: ten characters [2/10] ↳ bucky barnes / the winter soldier

[ctonement-blog]

@onavret

                           they were fluorescent, yet without apparent colour; instead,                           draining all else with an arresting formula to their composition                            which soundlessly conversations into the atmosphere insignia for                              the beholders of their craft ; — news was her involvement                             with the paramount of hell’s kitchen. 

                ‘ i never thought you would of gone                   ---- for a kid in a red lethal suit ‘

[ofmcnymasks]

     A small smirk forms in the corner’s of the vigilante’s lips,      her mask hiding it, however. Using every ounce of self-      control to refrain herself from laughing at his comment,      Gwen gave him but a nod. Although she’d never admit it      out loud, something about the new Captain America      intimidated her, so she didn’t want to say anything that’d      cause her to get on his BAD side.

           ❝ Although the idea is very tempting— I won’t. Unless, you               want me to, of course. Then I’ll happily oblige, Captain. ❞

[ctonement-blog]

      ' i give you points for being cor-dis enough to ask         if i liked it, thank you. please just don't call me                            ----  ;;  that. captain is fine. ' 

                  an exhalation presented itself, departing from the confines                     of a masculine mouth whilst his head inclined in a clockwise                   motion & sparing a furtive glance. the responsibility of being                    a leader, a guide. it left a sour taste. a principled, unloving                      steer of sight bestowed itself.

                                              ‘ lets get down to business ‘

[ororomunroe-archive]

[ctonement-blog]

@quickslver

                  violent droplets of rainwater, thrashed at the ground, with a ferocity                    unparalleled. in a radiant shower, and rain drops beat the figure like                     timorous wings. It was a kind of driving hail that is enough to pit the                    skin and make the scalp bleed, rain the size of olive pits thundered onto                                                    ---    the rough skins of  powered beings.

                                                                  {  orders of elimination. }                                                                          dense of justice

                     the poison breath of his foul demeanor first came forth from the                       structure, hot reek-of-fight, the skies resounded. stout by the forest-way                       his lean wrist he raised, troubled child, against the secretive-one.                      abyss accompanying outline. palms seized assault weapon; extremity                                     preparation. definition compressed cabalistic disguise.

[ctonement-blog]

@draconisa

                                                             ‘ -- let me get that for you, ‘

                    a swift bevel of ironed pate aside, & fleeting descent of barbed                      } } orbs bidden as gauging gaze rests aloft spanned limb; a                      palm was extended forthward & expeditiously pressed against                     her flank whilst opening gates; a verbalization was made eftsoons.                                                     ----   the integrity of a gentleman, a ‘ hero ‘.

         ‘ It'd be rude if didn't insist on at least          .. opening the door for a pretty lady. ‘

[ctonement-blog]

[gloktober]

                          For the stars & stripes                                            we gain our scars.

                                                      ctonement & gloktober

[ctonement-blog]

 @ofmcnymasks

                       he emits the slightest breath to his further respite and feels                         the final - diminished deluge of perspiration tickling his                        ---- } } cheek with its descent to retreat the prior perception.                         pausing whilst hesitancy was  l a c e d  within his mobility,                           the aforementioned name laid atop his mind afore lips                                                               ----     ;; parted to speak.

             ‘ please tell me you won't be like               your friend & call me 'Bucky Cap'. ‘

[ctonement-blog]

[itssirhiss-deactivated20201102]

[psych-warrior-blog]

I’m not the one who got away. I’m the one you turned away.

d.k. (via psych-warrior)

[gay-zing]

THAT’S NOT MY NAME THAT’S NOT MY NAME THAT’S NOT MY NAME THAT’S NOT MY NAME

[ctonement-blog]

                 the moment wherein his audibility had perceived the tonality of                    sound which failed to trigger a sense of perception; --- familiarity                 within his psyche did his head turn in a longitudinal direction, a                   clockwise motion of ninety-degree angle {{ the instant the eyne                          ----      had ensnared a mass adjacent to where he stood.

[buckying]

Poem by @agooduniverse​