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James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. TFA, TWS + headcanons based. private, selective, permanent slow activity. mobile: RULES // BIOGRAPHY // NAVIGATION tracking: tocxmply // september 2019. written, loved, and protected by Fil.

[headspace-hotel]

what people think is hard about writing: describing the joy, love, beauty, grief, loss and hope that form the richness of human experience

what is actually hard about writing: describing basic actions such as turning, leaning over, reclining, gesturing, saying something in a quiet voice, breathing, getting up from chairs, and walking across rooms

[unearthlydust]

ENDINGS, BEGINNINGS

[tocxmply]

no one:

absolutely no one:

literally not a single soul:

@toscrve & @loialte: imma jump out of this 106th floor’s window---

[feverdreamsuggestion]

you see blue ice in your veins. there is a stone where your heart should be. your body is experiencing technical difficulties.

[marveluniverse2015]

[sabacc]

Bucky—

[tocxmply]

teacher: can you give me details on world war 2?

me: bucky fell off the train

fellow student: who the hell is bucky

me, staring straight into their eyes: exactly

[tocxmply]

@murroyilodel​ // cont.’d

          that is a good question... and unfortunately, at first, he does not have a good answer to give back. why? because he’s never stopped to think whether he prefers coffee or tea. because things as simple / mundane as this have been lost along the way, to the vicious grasp of that chair. which is why, rather than promptly answering [as any common person would, but his life has never been shaped for COMMON], he takes a moment to consider. subtle enough, he hopes.

‘ i mean... wouldn’t really mind one or the other. or do you mean coffee as in that Starsbuck thing, where it’s a load of other things on top? ‘

[tocxmply]

@affcgato​ // cont.’d

          it takes a moment for the words to make sense in his mind, though he’s heard them loud and clear --- the BLESSED / CURSED serum he’s got for blood in the veins always ensures he does, whether willingly or not [has anything at all in his existence ever been willingly?]. the Soldier’s sight and audition are always meticulously cared for, given that these two are the senses that are vital for carrying out every mission with excellence. taste, smell, touch --- those are a whole different tale. and about his pain receptors... yeah, we don’t talk about those. there’s no point in talking about something that practically doesn’t exist anymore, save for when it comes to incredibly ostensive stimulation.

what just happened by means of this chair is a prime example.

          and they don’t like waiting, this much he knows; it was one of the very first lessons carved into him all those years in the past, literally craved into his flesh and skin by hand of his first handler. the asset should never talk before permission and, when talked to, should respond immediately. this “immediately”, right now, is lasting a few good five seconds, for the sake of remembering how to breathe and then remembering how to speak. eventually, the words roll off his tongue --- still with difficulty, but he knows exactly what to say. the words he speaks have been second skin for the past seven decades.

‘ ready to comply. ‘

          yet, it’s not only this that he’s expected to give. a very clear command was given, and this command is the one that comes associated with underlying PERMISSION to move as needed, in order to properly fill in the report. so the Soldier stands from the chair, perhaps too gracefully for someone / something otherwise made for chaos disguised as order, and begins methodically testing his body --- the left arm, in particular. that red star was also a reward from his first handler, that colonel as hardened and cold as Mother Russia herself. once he’s confirmed everything is as it should be, he turns to face this new man --- new handler, from the looks of it.

‘ defrosting is complete. all functions restored. ‘

[abessinier]

Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience. 

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

[vesperlionheart]

6. Content creators are not your parents and owe you nothing, not even a breakdown on why their content isn’t problematic. You don’t get to demand a dissertation denouncing any and everything unhealthy in a piece you don’t like. Move on.

[summerpipedream]

7. Tagging is a nicety but not an obligation. You can message people, politely, and ask them to tag things, and many people will, but understand that it’s their blog and they aren’t obliged to say yes. Unfollow and block when you need to. Circling back to number 1, you are responsible for curating your own experience.

8. Don’t be a jerk. Remember at the end of the day, there are actual living, breathing people behind each screen name. Don’t say anything you wouldn’t say to someone’s face in real life. 

[nalle]

What’s wrong?  I’m fine.

[sandushengshou]

[tocxmply]

--- @toscrve ---

   … jesus fucking christ. is this really happening right now? whatever the case, it isn’t something that steve wants to put an end to anytime soon—or ever, if he could have it his way. his hands are still tightly wound within bucky’s curls, tilting his head at just the perfect angle to kiss him; and soon enough bucky is swallowing down each gasp  /  sigh of pleasure that comes out of steve’s mouth. there is too much & not enough of him at the same time—and steve hasn’t gotten an opportunity to kiss him like this in what feels like forever; hasn’t had bucky so close that every touch sets his skin to burning; hasn’t felt intoxicated by his very presence ( your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine ).

   but all good things must come to an end—in this case, it’s defined by the second the kiss breaks when their lungs finally begin to burn for air, depriving steve of the contact he so desperately needed. much as he was reluctant to admit it in the beginning ( not that it matters anymore, as it was just blurted out in his drunken stupor, the liquor not helping at all with his lack of filter ), he missed it. this; them; together, pressed as close together as two people could be. there’s a tiny, reasonable, rational part of him that—bless it for trying, by the way—that must be screaming at the top of its lungs by now; telling him that this is the wrong decision, that he should put an end to this & tell his ex-boyfriend to leave, that he’ll wake up in the morning with only regret ( that, and the most massive hangover known to man )… but advice that is usually heeded with caution is now tossed away to the wind, discarded to the side, just like the shirt that he quickly & gracelessly finishes taking off completely—after bucky got about eighty percent of the job done—and who cares if it actually landed on the couch, the way he’d intended it to, or if it’d ended up draped over the lampshade beside it? truth be told, the list of things he cares about at the current moment is very, very small, so long as bucky kept doing that thing with his mouth.

   ‘fuck——’ it’s involuntary, the way these indecent noises slip past his lips, with no attempt to muffle the sound ( he doesn’t care, remember? ); they serve as a testament to just how talented  /  wicked bucky is, to be able to draw those sounds out of him. the hot kisses trail southward—and, yeah, he’s officially decided that he really, really likes where this is going—, reducing him to hitched inhales & breathless gasps, an iron grasp in tangled brunette curls; & instinctively he raises his hips, desperate for more contact. under normal circumstances, such vulgarities would have been met with a deep blush at the lack of propriety, but right now he feels shameless, challenge fucking accepted. ‘what, you givin’ me orders now?’ crooked grin dances upon his features as steve peers down at him through his lashes; though he wastes absolutely no time doing as he’s told.

          he’s no stranger, by any stretch of the imagination, to impulsive decisions [SPONTANEOUS, as he likes to call it] --- decisions that very rarely do not leave consequences to be dealt with next morning, or next afternoon, or whenever it is he’ll next bother to acknowledge them; assuming he does. bad decisions make for the best stories, and there’s at least solace to be found in that; for one who’s ever led his life in such chaotic manner, it’s truly become routine.

and Steve knows this better than most, at this point. except maybe the poor manager who’s ever in charge to clean up the mess.

          which, no doubt, justifies Bucky’s lack of hesitation as he so vividly begins WORSHIPING his ex-lover’s flawlessly sculpted body; by far, this isn’t the most compromising / dangerous “spontaneous” situation he’s been in. they’re home, they’re safe, they’re on their own [Apollo is a smart boy and will know better than to interrupt, or so he believes], and whatever happens here will be no one else’s business... and this is good enough for him. all else can and will wait for the day after, and even then it’s not like he, master escapist, cannot find alternative ways to deal with any remnants of regret. why should one ever regret feeling good, anyway? why should one refuse to indulge whenever they have chance for it? you only live once, that’s also a suitable motto.

          all this aside, what matters right now, the only thing that matters right now, is Steve’s beautiful frame squirming under him --- something he will never let go to waste, thank you very much. ‘ so you wanna be the one giving orders, ? ‘cause i’m okay with that, Captain Rogers. ‘ of course, that devilish smirk of his is firm in place for a couple seconds longer... only coming undone as he, once more, moves to put his lips to better use; they’re your saving grace, Barnes. swiftly, own shirt is discarded for the sake of moving about more freely, and his hands make do with Steve’s belt surprisingly fast for someone so clearly away from sobriety; practice does make perfect. then the jeans’ zipper and then said jeans are being tugged down along the line of strong thighs, to be abandoned somewhere by the knees... and, if there’s one thing that strokes his ego, it’s the look of surprise [and the lovely little noises of delight] he always pries out of Steve whenever going for less orthodox approaches. therefore, what he does ---first and foremost--- is to nestle himself comfortably on his knees, in between these thighs he just commanded open. then, without wasting time, he grasps at the waistband of Steve’s underwear using none other than his teeth, to drag the fabric sufficiently out of the way --- and in turn allow him to wrap eager lips around the anticipated prize, with a deep hum of approval. and he stays like this for a moment longer, not yet moving further, as if savoring this conquest.

[toscrve]

CALLOUT FOR @tocxmply: i’ve been meaning to make this post for a while now and can’t hold it in any longer………… fil is a wonderful writer and person and deserves all of the good things

[tocxmply]

          first of all, callout for @toscrve​ for doing this sneakily behind my back while i was busy roaming the Wall Market and climbing Shinra HQ. how dare you. also how dare you be this wonderful person that i am so incredibly blessed to have in my life, the little sister that i never had and now officially do, my twin but also soulmate, my fellow science supporter and nerd. you better realize how much i love you now and till the end of the line, which is infinite by definition, or else i’m gonna SQUEEZE YOU WITH LOVE till you do.

also here’s a sad Snorlax just for you.

[tcnystcrrk]

well, holy shit. i finally reached 600 followers. that’s crazy lol. now granted, i’ve been on this blog for quite a long time (almost 5 years), but it’s still like such a crazy number? because I’ve reached this milestone, i’ve decided to shoutout some follower favorites. these are my babes and then my babe babes. 

these characters my tony has absolutely enjoyed (some he’s fallen deeply in love with lol) and muns I’ve really come to love and enjoy talking to. this is gonna get really, really long so it’s all under a read more. c;

Keep reading

[kazablanka96]

[toscrve]

kazablanka96‌:

(Requested by Anonymous) 

*  @tocxmply​.

[storyoflight]

[toscrve]

likemoonlights‌:

The last guy you cost us was Captain Rogers’ closest friend.

*  @tocxmply​.