*quietly raises hand*
Seriously!? Omg. I just want it soo bad.
It seems really interesting. I’d be up for it. We can definitely plot it out some come tomorrow (it’s verging on 1 A.M. here), but in reality, I’ve been stalking you from afar for far too long now. We really need to RP anyway. XD
"Put him on ice."
This just makes me sick to my stomach and I just want to reach through the screen and save Bucky from this agony. The way he is staring at his own reflection. The confusion in his eyes. At this point, they already wiped the memories of who he was, so he doesn’t really recognize the image in front of him, and yet he reaches out and tries and touch it before his body freezes. I mentioned before how the only time Bucky might actually really have a look at his reflection are the moments before they turn him to ice. Because during these past 70 years, Bucky hasn’t been living. He has been kept frozen. When they needed him for a mission they thawed him out and then once he was done they would freeze up again. They don’t really explain it in the movie, but the reason behind this was because he was getting restless and too unstable. His memories were trying to come to the surface and like a confused and frightened child, he became violent and hysteric. So they solved this problem by keeping his this way. How people still call him a villain after learning that is beyond me.
antagonist does not equal villain, please and thank
the villain is HYDRA—
whose actions/motives are reflected in the behavior of the winter soldier. he does not ( in comics or film ) have agency to make those decisions for himself.
he breaks programming.
bucky ( and the winter soldier ) are victims.
… The Winter Soldier killed Howard and Maria Stark…
Bucky killed Howard and Maria Stark.
BUCKY FUCKING BARNES KILLED HOWARD AND MARIA STARK.
Make the goddamn connection. ‘Accident’ my ass…
I know it wasn’t the real Bucky. He was buried underneath a shit ton of Hydra brainwashing and memory loss. But just the idea of him murdering Tony’s parents without even knowing is unimaginable and it hurts my heart. Fuck you Marvel and all your damn feels.
Not just murdering Tony’s parents, but murdering a man Bucky no doubt knew personally and might have considered a friend, murdering someone who helped Steve rescue him from the HYDRA base and who we can be 99.99999% sure Bucky himself would not have wanted to kill.
I didn’t catch this and now everything hurts.
I can no longer keep up with the Sebastian Stan tag. I go through it only to find 10+ more posts in it the instant I leave it.
I’m extremely happy about this because of all the lovely edits and arts and appreciation.
Yet also extremely irritated because I bet there is stuff I’m missing out on. XD
Yᴀsʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ Fᴀɪᴛʜ sʜᴀʀᴇ ғɪʀᴇ. Tʜᴇʏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ғɪᴇʀʏ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs, ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴜᴛs ᴏғ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ. Tʜᴇʏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ғɪᴇʀʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀs ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Tʜᴇ sʜᴀʀᴇ ғɪᴇʀʏ ᴘᴀsᴛs, ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇʏ’ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
Someone’s Watching II Closed
She absently wondered if his question was serious. Did he really mean for her to actually attempt to focus enough to form words, or coherent thoughts whenever nerve ending in her body was firing off in white hot pleasure with every move he made. She didn’t answer him immediately, instead opted for locking her now free legs round his hips, grounding herself as she arched into him, back curving as she gave a low moan.
She felt his fingers tighten, moan turning into a low groan as she felt bruises form beneath the metal digits knowing they’d be darker than the twin set on her other thigh. Fingers moving to thread in now soaked locks she pulled, not hard enough to be truly painful but enough to add the same edge she had thrumming through her nervous system now, setting the low burn in the pit of her stomach to flames she ground her hips against his, mirroring his movements as her eyes fluttered shut.
Then she felt it, the pin prick of blunt teeth marring her neck, leaving a set of marks that she knew she’d be sporting for at least a few days along with the ones she still had from the goodbye’s from Bucky and Yasha before she departed on her last mission. She growled low in her throat, flexed inner walls around his shaft as she yanked hard on his hair, enough to pull his head back to expose his throat. The smile she wore was feral as she licked a hot stripe up the sensitive column of skin, a teasing prelude to what came next. She bit down just below his ear, taking a mouthful of warm scented skin into her mouth before twisting it with her teeth till she tasted metal. She drew back, pupils blown as she rocked hard against him, eyes on her handy work a she watched a small trail of blood trail down onto his shoulder before she dipped her head to tongue at her mark, knowing full well what it meant. He was hers, and she was his. It was a warning to others that they were both well and fully taken by others and that this was only the damage they could do with teeth…
She felt her stomach clench in pleasure as she continued to lap at the mark, shuddered against him as something deep and low purred in contentment.
“Harder.” She breathed, breath ghosting over his ear before she nipped the shell of it, hips never pausing their pace against his own.
Yasha had felt those teeth dig in to his skin like that before. Into his neck, marking, primal. He hadn’t felt Winter’s teeth in his skin (didn’t want to, not really), but…
How many of those bite marks on her neck did he blame on Bucky when they were truly Winter’s?
he’d have to pay more attention. Learn the differences.
Winter was…harsh. Yasha’d expect that he’d be more timid, submissive in bed. Almost as he thought it, he wanted to laugh at himself. Winter? Submissive? Maybe the first time. Yet he undoubtedly took to learning this art with the same gusto he’d took to learning how to shoot a gun or fight hand to hand.
Winter didn’t need her cue to press harder, not when she had bit into him, taken him as hers.
His growl was nearly a snarl as he pinned her harder to the shower wall. He knew that his fingers would leave bruises on her hips, even his nonmetal arm.
Winter could feel the burn rising in him. He was close, but he wasn’t letting go until she did, stubborn, controlled.
A hand snaked between their bodies and he pressed a thumb against her clit, continuing his ruthless place.
Okay, listen right now you motherfuckers. I have all my drafts written up and I’m typing them now. ALL of them. And so help me god, if I put those drafts out and you two returned them is 0.2 seconds like the quality RPers you are, I will come and strangle you both.
It’s a Wednesday evening and I have all my drafts done.
Miracles do happen!