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@purrsuasion I CANT EVEN @ U PROPERLY BUT GUESS WHAAAATTT
he doesn’t stop watching, not even for a second. because in seventy years of a mess spooling like a yarn tangle of snakes & worms & rot, this is the ONE THING that he has left. how many hours did he spend in that splintered apartment in bucharest with a cut out in his hand fixing the pulp smash of captain america’s likeness into something he recognizes? bucky sees the way rogers’ eyes dart away & he thinks about the expression, the way his brow gets tight over his nose, the way desperation strains the tendons out from the sides of his impossibly powerful neck… he thinks about the curling moue of his mouth on the edge of grieving & his own palm across rogers’ shoulder, young & springy with nothing that could slice between them & the END of the line.
finality climbs into his heart. resignation crushes his chest because he doesn’t feel as strong as his body has been carved to be. his lids are heavy, scraped raw & vengeful despite how much sleep he has wrapped himself in over the years.
❛ you don’t have to save me. ❜ pale blue & smatterings of white clotted up his lashes but he could still see that day, how the tips of steve’s fingertips clutched onto the railing on the freight car, how he buried his face in the cradle of his elbow instead of putting bucky underground.
he looks at rogers’ taut jaw, his lips, the coil of his fists at his sides.
❛ this isn’t your fault & you’ve gotta stop putting yourself out there like it is, like there’s something you could DO to fix this. i think… ❜ he finally looks away because the intensity of emotion gets mixed in with his own, sliding down his throat like cement & he can’t swallow it.
❛ i’m choosing this. staying here, lookin’ at you. ❜ he chokes on a laugh, teeth baring at one corner. ❛ you did it, pal. you’re a hero just like you always should’ve been. but that’s not me. ❜
he looks down at his own hand, his legs dangling off the side of the cot. sugary plum juice, scribbles in a notebook… it won’t bring back who he was. sometimes things are just BROKEN.
❛ i don’t think i can stay around living with what i did. knowin’ what i could still do. ❜
this isn’t RIGHT. this isn’t how it’s supposed to play out.
—— but barnes will always be the one thing that can send all of rogers’ plans into disarray. barnes will always be the one to rattle foundations loose, leaves him on fawn legs and knobby knees and tasting old brooklyn air on his tongue and he’s not quite sure if he HATES it or he’s ADDICTED to it.
❛ i’m not trying to fix this. ❜ he’s not. if he were, barnes would be just a ghost, a forgotten memory, an eliminated threat. after all, rogers is past the stage of mourning. he’s come to terms with death just as easily as he accepted the fact his fingers will never shake the frostbite, or the fact that sometimes he still tastes salt clogging the back of his throat. he’s accepted it all, so letting barnes go should be easy.
but it’s not.
rogers’ gaze hardens, narrowing in one that single word that slips out of barnes’ mouth — hero. such a broad, intricate term but one that doesn’t, and will never conform to him.
❛ you’re as blinded as the rest of him. ❜ barnes doesn’t deserve his anger. not now, of all times, but — he can’t STAND it. he can’t stand how hard it is to articulate precisely what he means. can’t stand how badly he wants to yank barnes up off that table and drill into him that he is never going on ice again as long as there’s a breath rattling around in rogers’ lungs.
❛ i was going to kill him. i WANTED to. ❜ he can hear the crunch of his shield so clearly, a phantom song that tickles his own neck. here, it should have cut through. here, it should have ended. here, it would have been over. ❛ i’m no better than you. if anything, you’re better than me. you feel GUILT, bucky. ❜ tip-toeing along a line now, but if this is what it takes to keep barnes from sinking under again... ❛ i need you here. ❜
this is my RESPONSIBILITY.
arthur curry. new52 + pre52 elements. written by leo.
@reactoring // liked for a starter.
the jaw under his fingers isn’t quite the same, but he can ignore it. those brown eyes that look sleep deprived and sunken with misery are different from the crisp, CLEVER blue’s he’s used to but... he can ignore that, too. he can ignore a lot of things about this man because he knows there’s room for improvement.
he’s come too far to be PICKY now.
❛ they didn’t appreciate you, did they ?? ❜ rogers speaks slow, enunciating each syllable as if he were caressing each letter with his tongue. tony doesn’t trust him, not yet, not since rogers tore him from the world he knew and possibly loved but — this one is better. this one WILL be better. he’ll show tony.
❛ when are you going to see that i did this for you ?? everything i’ve done has been for you. ❜
Guess who is going to start a new thing on their blog?? If you guessed me then you are correct! 8) I feel like there’s not enough love in the community, so I’m taking it upon myself to praise those blogs out there who I personally love so much. Usually there will be around 5-10 people on the list, with maybe a few other mentions. My personal thoughts on that blog will be by their url to comment on how I feel about them. Know that honestly if I did a huge post like this with every blog I loved, it’d be a long as fuck list. So I feel like once a week giving a shout out to a few of those people is better. This isn’t meant to make anyone feel bad. I just want to give some attention to some of my favorite RPers, and I want to praise them on what they’ve done. Feel free to do your own, but please don’t claim this idea as yours. Thanks!
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You stay quiet, while a war happens within you.
Orquestrando. (via antagxnized)
@fromthetail // liked for a starter 37 times.
@starkindustrics // continued from here.
❛ ... — stark, you ALWAYS have an attitude. is this you alluding to something ?? ❜
not the place to have this type of conversation, and rogers side steps it just as easily as he maneuvers around a stale, ghastly rib-cage. congealed blood gives a sickening squelch under his boots, and while he’s more or less unperturbed by the scene, the smell is what keeps his expression pinched.
❛ when you said you wanted to have dinner, this ISN’T what i pictured. ❜
willing 2 pay someone for that cliche mafia!au thread
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NO YOU FUCK OFF
ANYWAYS. STARTER CALL. selective and imma be slow but like it up. mutuals AND non-mutuals since i’ve been lagging w following back.
"It's your conscience. We don't talk a lot these days." paying back the favor fam
civil war starters. // not accepting.
tap-tap-tap. his fingers rattle into the table and drum out an irritable tune. leave it to steve to try and twist this situation into a morbid joke. or maybe the guy just likes to needle his way in and pluck rogers’ nerves RAW. either way, he’s doing a damn good job at it.
❛ you are not funny. ❜ rogers finally glances to the side, lip curling as if he’s just tasted something FOUL. he probably has.
Good Work Buck! *highfive*
I’m with you ‘til the end of the line
the following’s max hardy. private and selective. written by ashley.
“ my use of imagery is what drives your uh— WIT. so, quid pro quo. we all win. that’s not a complaint, is it? “
he’s endearingly congenial today. tony wonders why that is. the coffee might have something to do with it; the man reeks of a fresh roast. the GOOD BEANS too. he snorts at that.
“ ohhh, we’re so much more. “
❛ more of an observation. ❜
—— suspicion stokes the pitfall of his stomach, and rogers deliberately tongues the backside of his teeth. he’s not irritated. not yet, at least, but his tolerance for tony has a limit. and stark’s ALL about toying with those, isn’t he ??
❛ i don’t like what you’re implying. ❜
❝ As thoughtful as that may be, I’m afraid most of my trips to the surface any absolutely NOTHING to do with leisure. ❞ It was always something or someone – There was always an ISSUE somewhere and Mera seemed to be naturally drawn to the conflict. Be it as a monarch or simply as a warrior, she found herself always needing to lend a hand. ❝ My time is hardly being WASTED, though I can’t truly speak on what’s best for you, now can I? ❞
❛ no, i guess not. ❜ his smile doesn’t feel too forced now, and it curls easily at the edges of his mouth. there’s still a sinking feeling of... dread ?? stress ?? uneasiness ?? it’s difficult to put it into words but the fact this is the first time he’s truly sat down and found himself coerced into idle chat in god-knows-how-long speaks in volumes he’s unable to articulate. to put it simply; he still feels the need to busy himself, but for now, this is — nice.
❛ could never wrap my head around it, though. how you managed to split your life between worlds that are, objectively, the same but still different. the forties feel like a millenia ago. i’ve only just now found my footing and you make it look easy. ❜
