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

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updates !!

          i am currently in the process of archiving and moving over to a fresh new blog --- mainly, because i’ve used so many different psds and so many formatting styles so far, and this current blog is a mess. and, yes, this is entirely a first world problem only, but my semi-obsessive need for order and organization is in dire need of a reset, so here we are.

          i will be refollowing all my faithful writing buddies, i will be continuing threads, and i will be moving my current inbox over. all the active connections that Bucky currently has will stay exactly the same, nothing will be dropped. and i don’t intend to make the new blog necessarily a private one, but i do intend to keep it a bit more selective. 

          if you’d like to stay in touch over there, give this post a like. please note that i’m keeping the new blog for people who are actually interested in writing / interacting with me. we don’t have to immediately start a thread, we don’t have to immediately plot a super detailed thing, we certainly don’t have to write together every single day (especially given how slow i am all the time, myself) --- but i am looking to be mutuals with people who share the same enthusiasm in regard to our muses, and not mere numbers on a follower counter.

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--- @facemypast​ ---

          i told you so --- it’s right at the tip of his tongue, jumping impatiently and almost falling off, but he manages to hold back. manages to keep his mirth shining through his smile only, chin rested on the metal hand’s palm as it’s been for the past five minutes --- the same amount of time he’s spent listening to Sol ramble on and on. it started with discussing the next flavor of ice cream they’re buying, then it somehow spanned to America’s current economy and how did we even elect this president, then it went all the way ‘round to how they should never get any plants because they’ll definitely forget to water it... and there’s no signs of stopping, really. not that Bucky minds it but, again, he definitely saw it coming. definitely expected his other self to get so lightheaded so quickly, even if they’ve only shared some three drinks at most. but there’s no telling stubborn Sol anything, is there? for the time being, he’ll humor it.

‘ flowers are so nice, though. i could make you A CROWN. ‘

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crystalcurses‌:

yes i talk to animals like they are people what are you trying to say

[ibelieveingale]

“I’ve always had the feeling, if I just had the chance, I could set the whole world on fire.”

– Hal Carter from Picnic

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          it’s a mix of sympathy and amusement, really --- amusement not out of ill feelings, never mind how taxing it can be to live with Sol, more often than not, but out of the big prank on Fate’s side that this all seems to be. that the other man, with all his bite and bark, turns out to be the one vexed by spring, of all seasons. but sympathy as well, yes, because the struggle is evident --- the stuffy nose, the puffy eyes, the flushed / feverish-looking cheeks and face. it tugs at his heart’s strings, even when his twin adamantly states he’s perfectly able to care for himself, and hence now defying the venomous glare to sit on the bed’s edge by Sol’s side.

‘ how ‘bout you be smart for once and let me get you the meds? the i’m fine excuse really isn’t working out for you. ‘

[freddie-my-love]

Fred Astaire and Lucille Bremer in Ziegfeld Follies, 1945

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Farewell to departing troops at New York’s Penn Station, Alfred Eisenstaedt, April 1943

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          he almost shyly hands over his gift--there's not much he can buy with the pennies in his pocket, so this one's just a sketch drawn using his dulling charcoal pencil. it's a portrait of bucky, snoozing on the couch; he'd been so tired from his shifts that day that he'd passed out without even taking his coat off. the edges of the paper are crinkled, almost as if he'd been deliberating for a long time about whether or not to give it to him. --- @toscrve​​ ---

          it’s hanging at the tip of his tongue --- the scolding; why did you waste money on presents?? it’s a bit of an unspoken rule when you’re living so very far from the wealthy life, really. but it takes him less than a second to realize what it is, once Steve stops fidgeting and actually hands over the slightly worn-out paper... and then, of course, the wave of emotion washes down him immediately. that his secret sweetheart is an extremely talented artist, he’s got no doubt and this is not new by any means, but now holding in hand something technically so cheap but, at the same time, ENTIRELY PRICELESS --- it’s impossible to hold back the soft cooing noise, as an arm wraps around the smaller frame to bring him closer.

‘ Stevie, this is amazing... i’m gonna frame it! ‘

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                                                                           CHAOSKEPT. 

                                                        multimuse ft. canon & original characters.                                                        promo commissioned by : @seafoamrisen

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sb: bucky is a villian

shar, instantly without hesitation: (ง'̀-'́)ง

[jimkirksfatass]

do you ever feel like you love a character more than their own writers do

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“Happy Birthday, don’t you want a taste?” --- @thegoodandthegreat​​ ---

          well... it’s TEMPTING, isn’t it? to say the very least? still, he doesn’t move just yet --- still lazily sprawled on the bed, where he’s been watching a random show about people who’re supposed to sing but can’t actually sing to save their souls. not interesting at all, especially now with Steve practically offering himself on a silver platter that he is... but he’s determined to resist a few seconds longer, instead folding his arms over his chest.

‘ since it’s my birthday... shouldn’t you come feed me? ‘

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" i bought you a caaake! i didn't steal it, i really paid for it, i promise. Happy Birthday!" [ from harley ] --- @oflightndarkness​​ ---

          this is probably a first, isn’t it? not even the fact he gets an entire cake as present, but the fact she actually cared enough to buy it legally rather than to follow the easy way out and, no doubt, her heart’s desire... how many in this world can claim that Harley Quinn cares so much about them? hence, the happy grin on his face as she makes her offering, wasting no time to pull her into a big, snuggly hug.

‘ and you’re gonna help me eating ALL OF IT, right now! ‘

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          as an artist, he's used to creating things with his own hands, but this time he's gone all-out with a photo album documenting their year together. lots of pictures of all of the babies, that's to be expected, but it also features a whole ton of candids of the two of them together, smiling & laughing. the real catch is at the end, though--one of the first flowers steve'd bought from bucky, dried & pressed into the pages. --- @toscrve​​ ---

          big boys don’t cry, he’s so often heard in his childhood --- never from his own parents, praise be. never ones to impose toxic stereotypes nor roles, even in such constricting country / society, which is only part of why Bucky loves his family so dearly. his old family, should he say... because the new one is gathered around, daughters and lovers and cats and dogs [and, of course, the mountain of birthday-special, freshly baked sweet treats], in order to awe together at the birthday presents --- and, yes, Steve’s is the reason why Bucky’s eyes are currently getting so visibly watery, threatening to spill sooner than later. how could he not, when engaged to the sweetest / loveliest / most wonderful man ever born to this world? hence, before answering, needing a little moment to avoid his voice cracking; it almost succeeds. almost.

‘ look--- look at this... the best present i ever got, мой сладкий. ‘

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tony leans up to place a kiss on bucky's lips, "happy birthday, baby," he murmurs with a smile. --- @tcnystcrrk​​ ---

          there’s a strong urge to be a little shit right now --- to actually refuse to lean down to meet his lover’s lips and, instead, stay on his own tip-toes as to make himself even taller; definitely out of reach. why? because why not, pranks and humor are essential in every solid relationship. and because he can. and also... because it’s just ADORABLE to see Tony struggling to try to reach his face, given the blatant height difference. Bucky’s tiny star, indeed. pushing the mischievous intention out of his mind though, at least for the time being, he wraps his arms loosely around the other man’s waist and returns the kiss fully --- accompanied by a few more free ones.

‘ thank you, my love! ‘

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          Though he didn't feel this sort of thing mattered, nor did it apply to him, Sol knew things like this were important to hu- other people. Coming up to Bucky in the living room, he cleared his throat before saying, "Happy birthday," setting a small hastily-wrapped parcel on the table, and promptly turning to leave. --- @facemypast​​ ---

          to say this was unexpected would have been the understatement of this century. sure, matters were slightly more okay-ish between the two of them, now... ever since splitting into separate bodies, and now living together after the whole mess settled down, they were able to be at least civil towards one another. ...mostly. for the most part. enough to be able to live, indeed, together without constantly clawing at the other’s throat. and yet, now seeing that Sol not only remembered the date but inclusively got him a present... yeah, he was definitely caught off guard. quickly putting down the journal where he’d been scribbling, Bucky practically hopped from the couch to catch his twin’s [they did count as actual twins now, right? ...it’s weird to call someone your clone] hand before he had chance to exit the room.

‘ hey! it’s your birthday as well! and you’re not gonna end this day before giving me a proper hug! ‘

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          He’d waited until he heard the hiss of the shower being turned on before getting to work. Nothing that major to most people, but Sam had taken the day off to do this. There was a pile of cards on the table where Bucky usually sat, all from the family and including a handwritten one from himself.

          He even manages a thoroughly impressive couple stacks of pancakes before the other man makes it down the stairs, but waits til Bucky’s sidled up behind him to steal a hug before saying anything. “Heard it was an old man’s birthday today. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” the flier teases, turning the open bag of chocolate chips toward the other in offering. "If not, we may just have to eat these pancakes ourselves.“ --- @shieldedsouls​​ ---

          it’s funny, and maybe a little bit sad, that celebrating his birthday has fallen out of the priorities list at this point --- there’s literally no one left from that time to celebrate with him, anyway, and it’s not like any sort of party will erase the many things that happened in a still relatively recent past; nothing ever will, even if the serum makes him live to be a thousand years old. not to mention... yeah, he’s not the most talented at keeping track of the days / date and, this morning, has not even batted an eye when seeing it’s March 10th.

          which is why, the moment he comes downstairs to have breakfast as usual, only to find the mini-party set up instead --- blue-greys promptly widen in GENUINE SURPRISE, not even reacting just yet as his lover catches him in such snuggly hug. ‘ that’s for me...? ‘ well, it must be, right? no other old man in Sam’s life, as far as he knows? with realization finally kicking in, then, and his smile growing exponentially, he takes the other’s cheeks in his hands to plant the most loving kiss on his lips. ‘ wasn’t expecting you to go all-out romantic though... are you sure it’s just my birthday and you’re not actually sick or something?? ‘