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baby, then you’re in luck 👀

ah, this hellcheer fic that just kept getting longer…… but i am Determined To Finish. i reread it recently and was like, surprised how happy i was with most of it? although admittedly i’m not thrilled with some of the last chapter, i think i’ve figured out how to move forward, and i’m on it as soon as wish he would get over you is done (since that only has two chapters left).

snippet! (not entirely complete, but a little smthn-smthn)—

He snags her by the belt loop, pulls her in close. “I’m gonna kiss you,” he murmurs, and plants one just under her ear. “That okay?”

“What—um—what for?”

“Half because I want to, half because I don’t like the way Carver’s looking at you.” 

She doesn’t know what she’s so pins-and-needles nervous for. They kissed last night, they more-than-kissed. But it feels… different, now. Intentional, smack in the middle of the afternoon, like they’re showing off. Which, apparently, is what Eddie wants to do. 

His nudges her nose with his, and she smiles back at the grin playing across his mouth.

“Half and half, huh?”

“Eh. Sixty-forty.”

She hums, licks along the seam of his lips until he sucks in a breath, sucks on her tongue, murmurs another amendment, “Ninety-ten.”

“That’s better.”

[violaobanion]

gifmaker year in review: 3, 6, 17!

3 - FAVORITE SET

i really love how this one turned out: Die Kaiserin S02E02

6 - SET YOU SPENT THE MOST TIME ON

it is probably this one: @springsteens + some of her favorite blorbos

there was a whole lot of material to go through but i enjoyed every goddamn second.

17 - FAVORITE SET OUTSIDE YOUR MAIN FANDOM

now this one might come as a surprise. i consider my main fandom to be period drama. and this past year that is all i have giffed on this blog. but within period drama, i tend to go for the more girly or romantic ones... and in that sense war dramas like masters of the air is an exception. (and that might surprise a lot of people bc i gained quite a few followers while it aired and to them it might seem like mota is my main fandom)

therefore i'd like to present this gifset that turned out pretty close to perfect: joe rantz or john egan (thanks to @harrisonforded for the request)

ask game: gifmaker year in review

[meyerlansky]

for wip title meme - Stalag shit pretty pls!

tagging @sluttyhenley and @redbelles since you guys asked about it to AND ALSO

bell you're getting called OUT 😈

sooo this is actually the first thing i started writing for mota and it was an unclog-the-pipe kind of idea and is self-indulgent with regards to wanting more bucky whump. i may actually never post it in totality for... a couple reasons, but i actually did a fuckton of research into how the stalags were run and kriegie culture inside of them, so it was a good exercise on a lot of levels even if it never sees the light of day. because it's sort of backburnered, that means i feel more comfortable posting BIG CHUNKS OF IT 🎉 but uh, that said, this one IS going under a cut because in addition to there being a lot of it, it's. dark.

cw noncon and psychological torture, you can probably guess where this is headed. the structure i settled into with this one is gale POV for the first part, wherein Something Is Wrong With Bucky:

Bucky shrugs, a quick, smooth shuffle of his shoulders that’s as big a lie as what’s coming out of his mouth. “Krauts get a little rough sometimes. Nothing anyone else didn't get.”

“They didn't do anything to me,” Gale says, every word feeling heavier than the last, pulling him down. “Just asked me some questions.”

Two things happen then. Something in Bucky’s face twitches, a flinch stealing over it so quick Gale barely catches it. But his shoulders drop, just a bit, some tension leaving him. Gale for the life of him can’t make sense of it.

“‘Course not, Buck,” Bucky says, light, easy, like Gale doesn't have a pit the size of the Atlantic opening up in his gut, cold flooding in. “Who'd wanna damage that pretty face of yours?”

From any of the boys, there might be some bitterness in it—it’s not like Gale doesn't know some of the goons cut him a break, ’cause of rank or coloring or whatever else. From John there’s just… relief. It feels wrong. The pit yawns wider, and the water gets higher. “Roughed yours up, though,” he says, the words feeling distant as he remembers the black eye John was sporting, that first day. The way John had grabbed his chin, tilted his head around, looking for something. Something like the beating he got, maybe.

That's what Gale had thought at the time. Now he’s not so sure that’s where it ended.

Bucky’s eyes go dark again, as distant and near-drowned as Gale feels, so he claws his way back. Tries, anyway. “Yeah, well,” John mutters, “better me than you.”

and what's wrong is not only was bucky sexually assaulted post-interrogation, but the guards told him they did the same to gale when he passed through the dulag, and he spends months beating himself up about not being there and being able to take it instead of gale, until he says something about it and gale's like ??? and bucky realizes it WAS instead but now gale KNOWS. second part's bucky's POV of the assault, so it's not chronological, and maybe it doesn't need to be shown/written at all but i wanted to because i like whump.

He’s got a headache the size of Texas, blood—his own, his own, not some kid in a cart’s, they let him wipe that off, so what's left is just his own, thank Christ—itching as it dries behind his ear, and a pit in his chest every time he thinks about Bremen and London and Russelheim and the way the woods smelled when he was running through them, clean and green and endless—

The door slams open, and Bucky gets two seconds to berate himself for jumping, for being so in his own head he didn't hear them coming, before one of the goons grabs his arm and yanks him up, spinning him to face the wall. Turns his head to the window on instinct, but the light spilling in catches him off guard and sends a new wave of pain spiking through his skull.

“Heya, fellas. Couldn't get enough, huh?” He shoots over his shoulder, hands up but grinning like nothing’s wrong, like he’s back at Thorpe Abbotts joking with the boys.

(Later on, he’ll wonder if that was what did it. If he’d just kept his eyes forward, his mouth shut, if they’d have—)

and the third part's gale POV again, after their little yard spat and is........ kind of recovery? inasmuch as one is capable of recovering while still stuck in a POW camp and going crazy with fear because no one takes your warnings about needing to get the fuck out seriously, and also your best friend punching you in the face is the most normal you've felt in almost a year:

“I’m sorry.”

The noise that comes out of Bucky’s bunk is barely human, a snarl more suited to Meatball, or the Kraut’s dogs. “You’re sorry,” Bucky snarls. “You are a real piece of work, Buck.”

He rolls over, kicks his legs out of the bunk, boots on, to glare up at Gale. “Saint Cleven,” he sneers, and he’s just pissed and it's nothing Gale hasn't heard before, but it still stings a bit. “I pick a fight and you’re the one who's sorry.” His eye’s already swelling up, purpling a bit at the edge. Again. Gale’s stomach roils looking at it. “It’s not bad enough that’s the first time you’ve treated me like normal—”

“Hittin’ you ain’t normal,” he bites out, before he can stop himself. He scrubs his hand over his eyes, just for a second, and when he looks back John's anger has dimmed a bit, banked coals instead of the inferno.

“It’s better than whatever the hell you’ve been doing the last few weeks.”

How’s that?” Gale says, sharper than he means to. Whatever he means, there’s nothing better in hurting Bucky. Not when he’s already had plenty more than his fair share.

“You won't touch me, Buck!” It’s hissed through John’s teeth but it hits him with all the force of a baseball bat to the face. It sits between them for a moment, heavy.

“That's not true,” he mutters, but there’s no strength in it, and John barely dignifies it with a scoff.

He tries again. “I didn't think you’d want…” He trails off, feeling stupid even as the words come out of his mouth. Bucky can't go ten minutes without slinging his arm around a pal’s neck, a clap on a shoulder, an elbow in someone’s side to get their attention. He couldn't, anyway. Before all this

“The hell d’you know about what I want,” Bucky snaps, like he doesn't wear every thought on his face clear as day. “I'm damaged goods, I get it, but I’m not some china doll—”

“You’re not damaged goods,” Gale shouts, the words bursting out of him like water from a burst pipe and loud enough to make John flinch back, shock all over his face.

sooo yeah! that's stalag shit! if i do ever get it done, i think it'll need some revisiting on the characterization, but honestly probably not that much. it is however the only purely-clegan wip i have, which means it would probably do better than alllllllll my other stuff even WITH the caveat that it's dark content. which is very funny to me in a bitter sort of way.

[sluttyhenley]

3, 19, & 29!

3 - What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

say that love has sinned definitely. the grief and the remorse and the regret. the proxy fucking. there's so much pain in here and i've really loved exploring bucky and marge without gale.

19 - What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

i will be getting back to feyd/margot next year so help me god, also more booker/nile in the future - count on it. oh! and mohan/abbot. i've been sitting on a wip for them for most of the year and i AM going to get that written and posted because they compel me so

29 - Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Nothing about this is funny, not at all, but she wants to laugh. If she wants. The wanting eats her alive from the inside out. She wants so much. She wants John Egan. She wants Gale Cleven back. She wants an engagement that isn't dripping in grief and terror. She wants joy. She wants him to ask her. "I want." Bucky kisses her cheek again, whiskers tickling her face and Marge leans into it, squeezing her eyes shut. "Marry me." It isn't a question. Eyes still closed, so the tears that are finally starting to well up in her eyes don't fall, Marge nods. She doesn't open her eyes until the ring is on her finger. It fits perfectly.

this is not how i originally planned this scene to go, but when i was restructuring this chapter i realized this was absolutely how this scene had to go. and it was so much better and so much more devastating. yeah, this one is definitely my favorite.

send me an ao3 wrapped ask!

[bertolts]

A commission made for the lovely @redbelles and her amazing fanfic the second hand unwinds (time after time). This is from a future scene - so stay tuned to see just how these goobers get to this point.

Read the fic here 💕

[ladywaffles]

wip tag game

rules: share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of the word you've been given!

tagged by: @redbelles, who gave me the word SING

unfortunately for you, i am physically incapable of resisting the urge to start a new wip, and so here i lounge, on my throne of unfinished drafts.

[as of yet untitled duke and maria mitchell origin story, brought to you by my "Maverick Mitchell Is Pinoy, Argue With The Wall" headcanon]

She is delightful and everything he's ever dreamed of loving. He knows he wants to marry her when he walks her back to her brother's house, this time with her hand in the crook of his elbow like the polite gentleman his mother raised him to be. Maria blushes prettily, and she kisses like he belongs to her. He'd give her the whole world if he could. when maria kisses him, he feels like he's being shot off the catapult into the open sky on a clear blue day. There is no better feeling.

[we now interrupt your regularly scheduled ladywaffles/lamby fic for untitled and unhinged icemav smut]

If Ice hadn’t spent the whole evening riling him up only to deny him before he came, and if Ice weren’t currently grinding his cock into Maverick’s prostate with every shift of his hips, and if Ice didn’t have a hand on his throat, gently squeezing in the way they both know makes Maverick melt into the mattress until all he can think about, all he wants, is to make Ice happy— If Ice hadn’t done all of that, Maverick could have responded in a way that wouldn’t immediately result in Ice tossing him out of the Navy before he took his dick out of Maverick’s ass.

modification over alteration: bradley bradshaw blue-skidoos into an alternate universe where iceman is still alive and married to admiral (?!) maverick mitchell, and bradley's other self looks remarkably familiar... [insert mustachioed glen powell here]

“No, just his better half. I’m supposed to be on leave right now, so uncle duties got delegated to me while Mav gets to wrangle the bureaucracy until I go back to the office on Monday. His luck had to run out at some point,” Ice winks. “You married Maverick?” Bradley asks. He zeroes in on the silver band on Ice’s left hand, a perfect foil to the academy ring on his right hand. Ice twists it off so he can look at it; there’s a string of numbers, coordinates, etched on the inside, followed by a date—sometime in October 2015. “Of course, that’s just the official one,” Ice says as he accepts the ring back. “We’ve been together for much longer than that. I’m surprised that you’re surprised by this.”

dress and tie: a pennymav fic that's been languishing in my drafts folder for Far Too Long

“Good to go,” he tells her. “Thank you,” she says softly. She spins on the balls of her feet to face him. “What do you think?” Pete breaks out into that smile of his, that look that makes her forget every time he’s broken her heart and charms her into giving him another chance. “You’re always a stunner, but this…” he trails off, his eyes bright. “You look great.”  It’s the same thing he said to her, when she found him sitting at her bar, but the admiration doesn’t seem to have melted away at all.  “Don’t give me that look,” she tells him. I’ll never leave for this date if you keep looking at me like that.

tagging: @sluttyhenley @twinkboimler @starrybouquet @thebaconsandwichofregret and anyone else who wants to play! <3 your word is STIR

[bakugeorge]

favorite buck and bucky moment? 👀

JUST ONE???????

ok. ok alright. god ok like shortlist which in itself is so hard is absolutely the reunion at the end of part 6, buck coming to check on bucky during his turtleneck baseball era, clearup tower this is chowhound one over!!!!!!!!! you heard me the first goddamn time gale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but i think. I just can't get over the scene where buck is dancing with meatball and bucky is just. Looking at him. Memorising this moment because who knows how long he'll have to look at buck again. He's already missing buck! He's missing buck and he's standing right in front of him!!! *lays down on the ground and weeps until there is no water left in my body and i shrivel up like spongebob on dry land*

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[harrisonforded]

5, 14, 27!

5. what made you start your blog?

I started out on tumblr a decade ago because of football players and then came back because I missed tumblr life, so I started this blog by creating icons and headers for twitter (rip) and then I got tired and started a personal blog dedicated to things i love

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

I've always wanted to explore big caves or do a solo backpacking trip around theworld, but as a woman it would be way too dangerous to go all alone so yeah

27. any nicknames?

it's either Jess or Jeska, but @asphaltmeadowws calls me piranha

thanks for asking bby <3

questions I think would be fun to be asked