#buckytasha

[redhairedwidow]

Some people may look at this blog and wonder, do I ship Natasha with Bucky or with Clint?

The answer is YES.

[hunterartemis]

“ I'm just a man, I'm not a hero Just a boy, who had to sing this song I'm just a man, I'm not a hero [Want to carry on] “ --Welcome to Black Parade, by My Chemical Romance.

The last addition “want to carry on” was my misheard version of their “I don’t care”, but I think it fits better

[existentialmalaises]

For the 3-sentence ships: Bucky/Nat, Bruce/Tony, Darla/Drusilla. Let me know if these don't work for you!

Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff: There was that perturbed look in her deep, blue eyes, the one she had given to Bucky three times, each time they went head-to-head with one another, on opposing sides, and each time she had taken him aback. Now that they were on the same side, she had not said much to him, but then words had not been what he had needed, he got enough of that from Steve, and she seemed to see right through him… somehow. He still didn’t understand it when she wrapped her legs around him, this time not to fight him, but Bucky was damned if he’d question her now in the fear of being deprived of her warmth. 

Bruce Banner and Tony Stark: Sunlight and darkness fused together into a perennial atmosphere on the top floors of the Avengers compound, in which hours, days, or even weeks would elapse while the two men tinkered with grand and ambitious research-based projects. Bruce understood gamma radiation, he understood the nucleus of an atom, and he wanted to use his knowledge for philanthropic means, which he could accomplish together with Tony. Then, one clouded day, a closer inspection into the chemical composition of Tony’s Arc Reactor led to unanticipated results: electromagnetic waves erupted, saliva commingled, dopamine transmitted, and basic human needs were met.  

Darla and Drusilla: Little boys, big boys, dark-haired brooding boys, bleach-blonde hopeless boys, they were all the same, truly. And, boy, were they predictable, Darla reflected while the two big, tough boys initiated another brawl, her arm slipping around Drusilla’s slender waist, her pointed nails piercing through the corset. 

“How about we have a celebration of our own?” 

[redhairedwidow]

Endlessly looking for an RP partner, either Bucky or Clint. Submit to my ask box to get the chatzy link.

[sprinkles-etc]

You know that, James

[006-ish-blog]

#Brucetasha until the day #Buckytasha exists.

Then I will ship the HELL out of the Winter Soldier and Black Widow. I can’t even imagine the sex. Holy crap, that could get dangerous.

[bleaklybucky-blog]

I friendship Bucky/Natasha so hard, but romantically they're one of my Notps.  Which probably has a lot to do with the fact that I see Nat as aromantic, and I see Bucky as very tactile and fond of romance.  I feel like learning how to view touch and romantic closeness safely again after he's rescued would be a really important part of Bucky's recovery, and Natasha as anything more than a good friend just sits weird with me.

[proserpinasacra]

Она моя- for the vengeful winter numbing your senses. for the heavy weight of an unfamiliar arm, the unfamiliar sense of a heavy mind weighed with memories you can't quite reach. for the fire of her hair and the startlingly gentle coolness of his eyes. for the rise, fall, and every bloody assassination in the making and tumbling of a regime. for lovers.

Blood Stains: Tu Fawning|Help, I'm Alive: Metric|Bloodflood: Alt-J|Once Upon a Dream: Lana Del Rey|Yellow Flicker Beat: Lorde|Shelter: The xx|Resistance: Muse|Ghost in the Machine: The Fire and the Sea|The Queen's Rebuke/The Crossing: The Decemberists|Red Dress(Glitch Mob Remix): TV on the Radio|Once Upon a December(Russian): Anastasia|Ruled by Secrecy: Muse|Devil's Backbone: The Civil Wars|Do You Want to Die Together: Stars|Season Poem: Gregory and the Hawk|The Prayer of Francois Villon: Regina Spektor

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