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bibiliojess replied to your post:Oh right I was supposed to do these headcanon...

DO THE THING *stompsfeet*

I MEAN... it’s established that that is what he’s gonna do, I’m not changing my mind there.  I just don’t know if it’s gonna get it’s own installment?  Steve definitely will, because his is going to be a big step forward for him coping with being out of service/superheroing plus is going to be a little on the dramatic side, but with Bucky, I think it’s going to be more like... he just kept taking classes, and then he got into research projects, and then he just... never stopped?  

So it’s more likely just going to be a recurring theme that then is going to give me my hand-waiving tie-in for the C*W plans ;)  Y’know.

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bibiliojess replied to your post “HALP”

Wait .... I gotchu boobear. It's not about pictures but if it's for what I think it here.... give Tiny Face by Will Curie, Roses and Violets by Alexander Jean or something by the Avett Brothers

lol, I think we’re thinking of different fics ;)  That said... Tiny Face is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT going on the secret playlist for the AtB CW fic, and I don’t even know what the fucking story is going to be yet.  And Roses and Violets is one of my new favourite songs, so thanks for that :D

I need to look through more of the Avett Brothers but I think I’m probably going to bite the bullet and just pick my knee-jerk idea.

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bibiliojess replied to your post:After reading about blood pathologies for 3 hours...

Okay…but the Apple Cake was my favorite part so bring on the pain.

I’M LEGITIMATELY CRYING ABOUT VINTAGE DESSERTS (again)... WHAT THE FUCK?

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bibiliojess replied to your post “roses-rambles replied to your post “Is there a fic where Bucky is...”

*whispers* makehimavampire *runsaway*

DO YOU KNOW HOW TEMPTING THIS IS??? I LOVE VAMPIRES.

I love them a little less publicly post-twilight era but i love vampires ok

BUT. but. buuuuuut I already started a Bucky-is-a-vampire story. Not associated with the Bucky-is-a-vampire-slayer story. It’s one of those things I may not finish but I do open once in a while and write a few more lines of. I started it for halloween and it’s a horror/love story.

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BEFORE THE BEGINNING

lol, I mean technically I could just copy and paste something from Cardiac Therapy or Progress Reports, couldn’t I?  But I won’t cheat like that...

Sooooo 3 sentences (LMFAO, right) from before Trainer! Bucky verse - Bucky gets a job at the Red Room:

After Doctor Zola’s final evaluation - stating that he didn’t think Bucky would be an appropriate candidate for a DPT program until he had matured enough that he could handle all of his patients professionally, Bucky hadn’t bothered with graduate school applications.  As badly as he’d wanted to take Natasha’s advice of telling the creepy little bastard to fuck off with his opinions, Buck couldn’t help but worry that he was right... he couldn’t think of anything worse than going through the rigors of the application process, only to be turned down at the end.

(That was a lie.  He could matriculate into a DPT program, only to get kicked out for the exact reasons Zola had warned him about, effectively ruining any chance that he would ever have at attaining a license.  But Bucky really, really didn’t need that worry on his mind).

At the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to just take a year off... while he loved his family, the idea of moving back home with them was one he couldn’t begin to stomach, especially as much as he knew his Ma had been bragging about how well he’d done in his undergrad program and the places their James was sure to go.  And besides that, if he was going to have a shot at overcoming his one shitty recommendation, he was going to need strong professional references; the volunteering bits would be easy enough to get, but actually working seemed like an entirely different can of worms.

And then, the week before graduation, the epiphany had finally hit him: Natasha and Sharon were both already set to get their personal training certificates at the end of the month - with their exercise science degrees that hadn’t even had to study for the course, they’d just walk in and ace the test and get a job at some local gym making stupid money developing work out plans for budding gym rats.

It wasn’t ideal by any means, but the certification was cheap and Bucky figured he could do anything for a few months.

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bibiliojess replied to your post “The frakking AugustMan photoshoot has victimized me so badly that I...”

Edit it from your phone for mobile

Tried it but no joy - it still changed the stupid sidebar on the main site, too :/

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FF WIP game : THERE ARE TOO MANY WORDS TO PICK FROM I WANT TO PICK A GOOD ONE AND TRY TO STUMP YOU. *thinks* okay......... booty

lol, you succeeded - I don’t have booty in any of my WIPs as it is, but I do have ‘ass’ a few times.  Here’s a bit of Bucky’s pathetic intro from that AU that no one actually wants:

But now that he was back in the safe confines of his shoeboxof an apartment in Brooklyn, Bucky could sit on the floor and mope as much ashe wanted to.  He wasn’t that worriedabout crying, at this point – by now he was so used to afternoons like this,and so tired of being disappointed and anxious about fucking everything that he didn’t even think hehad the energy for tears, even if his self-pity was getting to be strong enoughthat he’d have no trouble crying a whole bucket of them if he did work himselfup to it.

It wasn’t worth it. Instead, Bucky sat there on the floor until the light in the room hadcompletely shifted and his ass had gone numb from sitting on the crackedlinoleum of his entryway.  With a sigh,he finally pushed himself to standing again, pausing for a few seconds as pinsand needles danced along his legs and feet and his head spun from sitting solong and not having eaten all day.  Oncehe was sure he’d be able to walk without his legs folding under him, Buckycrossed the couple of steps through the main room of his studio, stopping inthe kitchenette area and filling a glass of water at the sink.  

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Stucky (obvi), haunted house ride. Have at it :)

Three sentences... fuck, I usually write longer intros than that.  Uh, AtB ‘verse, obviously.

October 2012

They have a weekend off at the end of October, and Bucky’s insistent on visiting New York for the week since they never made it to Coney Island before moving to DC and the tourists should be light this time of year.  Unfortunately, it also means that most of the attractions are closed up for the winter as well (Steve was actually looking forward to trying the Cyclone without the heart and back and stomach problems) but enough of the boardwalk is still familiar enough that they end up having a swell day, anyway.  There is a haunted house being advertised after dark, though, which they make their way back to after dinner; considering some of the shit they’ve seen, between the war and then the aliens in New York, it really isn’t that scary... but it doesn’t mean the both of them don’t use it as an excuse to grab one another’s hands, anyway.