Sep 30, 2025
Something’s not right about what I’m doing, but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself.
Richard Siken, Birds Hover the Trampled Field
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Something’s not right about what I’m doing, but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself.
Richard Siken, Birds Hover the Trampled Field
Will reliving/rewatching, it’s so interesting how his past self is looking at his current self in the second photo
Oh, is it time for psych ward again?
Sam & Dean might be dead already???
I haven’t watched Supernatural in awhile so I decided to rewatch all the seasons - yep that’s right, all the way from season 1. And then a thought occurred to me.
What if this whole time, Sam and Dean were already dead? In hell? And all the seasons are just them being tortured by reliving it all? Maybe God is making them relive their life? Over & over again.
Maybe I’m late to the party & someone else already had the thought - idk.
waxing history
@kimannhart prompted: 47. “I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.” for a ship of ur choice!
Pairing: Tony Stark/James “Bucky” Barnes, WinterIron Rating: General Word Count: 576
“What are you doing?” Tony couldn’t help but ask when he first entered through the double doors of the Stark Mansion.
Standing in the middle of the large, emptied out living room, typically used to hold galas or events, Bucky seemed to be inspecting his handiwork of glistening and waxed floors. He was a sight; hair tied up into a short ponytail with its ends peeking into his shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose metal and flesh, and dirtied and glossed fingers partially tucked into his back pockets.
Upon hearing Tony’s voice, however, he turned around to give him a huge grin. “Welcome back,” he greeted, “I just waxed the floors — you should go grab your fluffy socks so we can slide ‘round.”
Tony scoffed, an equally large grin blossoming on his face. “Bold of you to assume that I don’t already have a pair on.”
He threw his shoes on the doormat outside before closing the doors. A mismatched pair of socks was on his feet: one made in red and gold while the other was just plain and going grey with age. Bucky chuckled and shook his head at the sight. It was always amusing to see a man so well-put together in a three-piece suit hiding his lack of care underneath.
Propping one hand against the door, Tony adjusted his position before propelling himself forward. Across the hardwood floors he slid, sailing right into Bucky’s waiting embrace. The impact made the pair skid back a little but it was nothing the Soldier couldn’t handle.
And with Tony in his arms with giggles bubbling from his throat? There was nothing he could complain about.
Once settled, the billionaire asked again: “Why are you waxing the floors again? I don’t mean to burst your bubble, Buckaroo, but I don’t even use this space for events anymore. You could have spent your time doing something better while I was away for meetings.”
“Found the supplies, felt like it,” Bucky shrugged. “Kinda reminded me of the past. It’s comforting. The motions and all.”
“Oh?”
“I used to do odd jobs to support my family. After the depression… the rich folks started pickin’ up slack first and started hosting parties more frequently. Sometimes they needed their floor waxed. Others, their houses cleaned. Those jobs were rare, but they paid well. Had’ta get the money somehow.”
“Huh.” Tony spun out and stopped a few feet away. Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “That certainly didn’t show up in the history books.”
Bucky slid forward. “People weren’t really interested in the Bucky Barnes beyond his relation to Captain America.”
“Good thing I’m not most people then. Personally, I think the man behind the story is a far more interesting study.”
Hands grabbed Tony’s waist and yanked his forward. “That sounds like high praise from an esteemed scholar, doll.”
Leaning forward, Tony peppered the underside of his jawline with butterfly kisses. “That’s because it is,” he murmured against his throat. “Else, I’d have picked up a history book, read it, and be done with it.”
“Well, m’ glad you decided the man was worth a second look.”
His lips rested on Bucky’s jugular. For a few seconds, he counted to the vein’s erratic pulse.
More than history. He’s still alive. His story has yet to end.
Finally, “Soldier, you’re worth more than just looks.” His smile had a hint of teeth. “For you, I’d very much prefer a hands-on approach.”
Hope you liked it!
@winterironbingo Square Fill: I1 - Romance
Reliving your painful past will poison your heart and your tomorrow. — Bryant McGill