#mota

[pleasuretrade]

bracelet i made for @swifty-fox 🩷

[vivisespresso]

i miss my personal friend gale cleven

[muzzledmazz]

I’ve always been melancholic

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Gale is still visibly upset when he turns to squint at Bucky in the dark. Plump lips in a down-turn, brows drawn together in the middle. But he sits up, hands with a slight shake as he slips into his boots without lacing them. He runs a long-fingered hand through his hair when he stands before taking a deep breath and motioning with a curt hand toward Bucky as if to say ‘well?’

They step outside and around the back of the barracks. The morning is cold, as they usually are at Thorpe Abbotts. It tingles the skin, shocks you to life.

He can tell Buck feels exposed out here, half dressed while Bucky stands in a fully buttoned uniform that’s been on since the day before. John feels oddly similar.

John longs to touch but Gale is still tetchy.

What will it take for him to accept that this is how it is? Two more flights? Ten? That John didn’t mean to hide this reality from him, that what he really wanted was to shield him but there was nothing in the world that Bucky would ever do to stop Gale from flying because that’s where they’re meant to be; regardless of what they find up there.

He wants to scream that he’s sorry. He wants Buck to know that he knows. He see’s himself too, when the soup is thick it feels like being shaken inside of a can of jelly, watching yourself from the outside. That all he thought about was touching wheels-down and seeing Gale’s slightly annoyed face but wasn’t sure such a selfish thought was enough to ensure his crew’s safety home.

Is that what Buck would want to hear?

Is this why he’s being punished?

“Bucky?” Gale’s rasp from sleep shakes the thoughts from Bucky’s mind. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Hushed tones. “You’re drunk.” Accusatory. A statement. And Bucky doesn’t like it, doesn’t like to be accused even if the accusation is a correct one. Especially not from Gale.

He can feel the disappointment rolling off of him like the heat between them. John is as giddy as he is ashamed.

“Bucky.” A pause. “John.” This one is stern.

Bucky takes a step forward and if Gale was a meek man, he’d have stepped back. He doesn’t. Their chests nearly touching. “You wanted something from me and I didn’t know how to give it to you, Buck.” It comes out more earnest than he meant for it but that’s what the hair of the dog does to you—bites.

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Ao3 <— the entire fic here

[pleasuretrade]

i havent posted a snippet in forever ! ! so here is a bit of demo derby au after gale ends up in the hospital

“Kind of late for a phone call, isn’t it?” “It’s only ten,” deep and smooth, Gale’s voice purred through the line. “So? Did you?” “Why do you have to ask? You don’t know? Can’t be sure?”  Bucky slammed the car door shut, kicked at his gravel driveway. “Fuck you, Gale.” “Fuck you, Bucky.”  John opened his mouth and then thought better of it. The porch was lit by its single yellow lamp, and John breathed while he watched the moths flitter around it. Pulled in by something they didn't understand. Desirous of it. ”What are you doing tomorrow?”  A soft scoff, muffled over the line. ”Are you working?” ”Don’t think that’s any of your business.” ”You got time to meet me at that truck stop out by Orchard Junction? One with the little diner?” ”You’re not serious.” ”Serious as a fucking car crash.” ”Why would I do that?” ”What, you scared? You scared to look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t do it on purpose?”  A long pause. The front door opened, Alex letting Buddy out into the yard. He raised an eyebrow at John while the dog beelined over to welcome him home. John waved a hand and turned away, walked out into the darkness of the driveway and overgrown weeds surrounding the house. He lowered his voice while he spoke, Buddy following, nosing at his hand. ”Pretty fucking bold, Gale, doing what you did and not having the balls to look me in the eye afterward.”  Finally, Gale spoke, sudden, cutting. ”Seven. In the morning.” ”At the truck stop.” ”At the truck stop.” ”It’s a date.”

[luminouslywriting]

do you have any more thoughts on Dougie? That man is such a slut like what do you mean you have a footlocker filled with rubbers but write letters talking about a girl being the only one for you? Whore… (need to be the recipient of those letters so badly)

A/N: Hi Nonny, I do have some thoughts on this fine Friday night. Gif belongs to manonsmanicmind and please mind the content for this one. Reminder that my requests are open and I am slowly, painfully, getting through my requests. It's gonna happen. It's just as slow as, like, you know, Germany attempting to invade Russia in the dead of winter. That's all. Enjoy!

-In my mind, James Douglass is the type of man who SCREAMS slut and man-whore energy, self-proclaimed ladies man, so that he looks cool with the bros

-But that is a monogamous SIMP who would never TRULY look at another person

-He despises cheating

-So when he has the chance to write to you, he does

-I fear that this is actually how he spends his time and he's a very big proponent of getting other men to write to their S/Os and their wives. We stan a good example.

-That being said, you mentioned the letters specifically

-It ranges from him being the softest of simps where he's just musing on the future that he wants to have with you

-To poetry that he's trying REAL hard to emulate. I had headcanoned that he is a well-read man and a romantic at heart, so I just know that he's out here reading all the romantic poetry and romance novels.

-To the dirtiest filthiest shit, like I fear this man has 0 filter when he gets going on a letter. He'll talk about how he's getting himself off to the thought of you, or discloses his wet dreams that he's had about you, or his sexual fantasies for the two of you once things are over

-But make no mistake, he writes about it in a classy way. It's not crass.

-And because he's a hands on man, he absolutely writes sometimes with the intent to help YOU get yourself off until you can be in his arms again

-I fear the rubbers in his locker are actually the communal shop where people can buy them from him at a discounted price so he can just keep sending you so many letters??

-Like, it LOOKS wrong, but it's for a good cause

-Contraband of the United States Air Force? Yeah.....just a little bit. But for a GOOD CAUSE. It's not a can of peaches, so how bad can it be?

-Would, in fact, partake in some spicy photography for you if the opportunity arises and hopes that you would do the same for him

-But also?? Those letters are grossly sweet and romantic

-Like I KNOW there's whole paragraphs about just your eyes or your hair or something like your smile and it's very sweet and has 0 sexual intention to it

-Either way, letters with this man are the best thing in the entire world

-But get him on the phone—and that's a whole other story

[marionettefthjm]

Let’s create a “Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal” playlist together.

🎶 🎷 When you get this, share 5 songs you like listening to that remind you of "Rosie Rosenthal" from MOTA. Then send this ask to 10 people you like (positivity is cool) (don’t forget to tag @lcapt-playlist so your answers can be add to the playlist) 🎷 🎶

You can include as many or as few songs as you like (whatever you prefer). I’ll collect all the responses and put them together in a playlist that I’ll share in a few days (I’ll update it as I receive responses, so no rush and no pressure). Don’t forget to add a 👍 if you want to be tagged when the playlist is published.

Ahh! Another one! I love these 🤗

I had to thoroughly scroll through my playlists for this one, so here we go! Ty as always @lcapt-playlist ! (👍)

1. When You Were Young - The Killers

2. Island In The Sun - Weezer

3. Hand in My Pocket - Alanis Morissette

4. Delirium - Gorillaz

5. Roy's Tune - Fontaines D.C.

6. My Iron Lung - Radiohead

[itsquietinsantafe2]

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