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"on brand for america" fucking. exactly.
Sad but true 😐
i feel like eveyone's expecting these ultra tech walk walk fashion baby great things from bucky's arm and i just want it to be the stupidest shit like idk, a tissue dispenser and a finger that's a lighter or a flashlight
😂😂😂 I hope you’re right! Like, the villain's monologuing about their sad childhood and Bucky’s like “go, go gadget tissue” and his fucking arm splits in half.
MCU brief character history – // click to enlarge (ft. Ant-Man snippet)
“I know my value. Anyone else's opinion doesn't really matter.” - Peggy Carter
–– editober day 22 - infographic. // dedicated to x x x
27 & 75 with bucky? maybe dean? damn u pick
Giggly kiss
Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing
He’s reading something due for his next class, his head in her lap as she watches the TV, and he’s trying to not get distracted.
It’s not even like she’s being distracting, just brushing her hands through his hair lightly and soothing, absentmindedly running her nimble fingers through his curls, and he wants to lean not that, to focus on her, the curve of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the way she laughs-
He’s reading. Reading. Studying.
Except, it’s a show she really loves, and she’s looking starry eyed at the man on screen and Bucky doesn’t like that, how she looks so endeared to a man on a screen when hello, he was right there. Perfectly available for endearment, thank you very much.
Actually, he’s reading. He should focus on that.
But she’s smiling on the guy, obviously thinking he’s sweet and good, and Bucky- he gets that look often, gets to see her look at him with that sort of affection.
“Baby,” she says, shaking him out of the thoughts, (What we he thinking of? Math? Oh, her) and he meets her eyes again, glad she looks at him, now, instead of the guy on the screen. She continues, “You okay?”
He nods yes, looking up at her, caught up in the ways she looks, free of makeup and hair tossed up and holding him. She’s absolutely beautiful to look at.
“You don’t think he’s cuter than me, do you?” He says, teasing, knowing she only has eyes for him. The desire affect is achieved, her giggling, when he pulls her down for a kiss, bit of upside down, awkward angling but laughing making up for the silliness, and he thinks he could be here forever, could want nothing more- when she moves the tiniest bit to get the angel better, still giggling.
He’s late and hasn’t done the reading win the morning.
having fun in my blog?
absolutely. also burning with rage at men's whole fuckin existence but that's just been my constant emotional state for the last week.
i would apologize for reblogging all your content but i am not even sorry
bless your kind heart