current favorite thing: the way mcu fandom has collectively decided that bucky barnes’s response to steve rogers trying to follow him is “nOT IF I FOLLOW YOU FIRST”

the-one-blog-to-rule-them-all:

i think it would be neat if netflix doubled as a dating site like “here are 9 other singles in your area that watched supernatural for 12 straight hours”

(via miss-pamela)

kaciart:

angelise7 said: Injured Preserum Steve taking care of a wounded Bucky. The bullies won this round unfortunately.
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Imagine if Steve had verbally won a battle against some bullies in a situation where they couldn’t get him back - so to teach him a lesson they went after his ‘guard dog’ and Steve happened on it. They just shove him off and are all “This is what happens -” Because they don’t even need to touch him - he’s already hurting far worse than any fist or kick could manage.
And they leave Steve sitting on his ass in the alley, to scramble to Bucky’s side and get him up and help him home. Bucky got a few good punches in but he was utterly blindsided and outnumbered. 
Which of course leads to guilt ridden Steve and Bucky trying ot reassure him thru his aches and pains.

kaciart:

angelise7 said: Injured Preserum Steve taking care of a wounded Bucky. The bullies won this round unfortunately.

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Imagine if Steve had verbally won a battle against some bullies in a situation where they couldn’t get him back - so to teach him a lesson they went after his ‘guard dog’ and Steve happened on it. They just shove him off and are all “This is what happens -” Because they don’t even need to touch him - he’s already hurting far worse than any fist or kick could manage.

And they leave Steve sitting on his ass in the alley, to scramble to Bucky’s side and get him up and help him home. Bucky got a few good punches in but he was utterly blindsided and outnumbered. 

Which of course leads to guilt ridden Steve and Bucky trying ot reassure him thru his aches and pains.

(via emilianadarling)

fiveyearmission:

your heart has become spare parts [a steve/bucky mix]
in which steve & bucky are two sides of the same self-destructive coin.

01. The Mountain Goats / Oceanographer’s Choice
02. Jessy Carolina / Fortunate Son
03. Ben L’Oncle Soul / Seven Nation Army
04. Maximo Park / Our Velocity
05. Neutral Milk Hotel / Gardenhead - Leave Me Alone
06. Mikky Ekko / Who Are You, Really?
07. The Mountain Goats / Cry for Judas
08. The Magnetic Fields / Till the Bitter End
09. The Avett Brothers / Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise
10. The Libertines / You’re My Waterloo
11. Jenny Owen Youngs / Here Is A Heart
12. Daniela Andrade / I Will Follow You Into The Dark
13. Radical Face / We’re On Our Way

listen on 8tracks

Important intelligence analysis

melannen:

Headcanon: Abed only got his job at SHIELD as a spousal benefit when they recruited Troy for their gadgets division

Evidence, incontrovertible: When everything else in Fury’s car was broken, what was still 100% operational? THE AIR CONDITIONING.

Bunny, related: Abed meets Sam while visiting Troy in the hospital and explains to him, scene by scene, why he is definitely the lead in a romcom, not the sidekick in an action movie.

(via dreadfulwanderings)

khaleesi asked: I hate you.

IF IT’S ANY COMFORT I HATE MYSELF

LET’S ALL PRETEND THAT THIS IS HOW IT IS, that steve and bucky are just regular people, hipsters, kids that grew up in each other’s pockets and never got sent over the edge of the train, or down with the ship, or into the cryo chamber, or to war. that they made it to the 21st century the same way everyone else did and neither one of them has ever woken up disoriented in a borrowed future. that somewhere deep down in the bowels of the city there is a train running with their initials carved painstakingly into the underside of the plastic seats, each of them using the other’s housekey to carve their bit on the ride home from school, and it’s as close as either one of them has ever come to being memorialized. 
let’s pretend that the only time steve’s ever thought bucky was dead was for those six terrible hours last summer, when bucky sprained his wrist at work and there was a mixup at the hospital, a message on steve’s machine that was meant for someone else. that bucky finally took a cab home alone after waiting fucking hours for steve to show up, only to let himself into their apartment and find steve plastered to him a second later, gasping these wet, strangled-sounding breaths against the side of bucky’s neck. that bucky didn’t know what had happened but guessed enough to let his own anger drain away, to close his eyes and wrap his arms around steve’s waist in apology.
let’s pretend that bucky’s never been anyone but himself except on painkillers, a couple of times, so zoned out after getting his wisdom teeth pulled that he couldn’t remember his name; that steve laughed, and brought him ice cream, told him he could be anyone he wanted to. that their hurts are easily catalogued and explained. that underneath bucky’s t-shirt there is a patchwork of freckles and musculature but few scars, nothing that would make anyone gasp and wonder, that if there’s blood on his hands its only his own, or steve’s, maybe, picked up patching him up, trying to hold them both together. that his sleeping dogs are left to lie and even awake, they’re not so terrible, little trespasses, mistakes, nothing that would make anyone bat an eyelash. 
let’s just pretend that this is it, the two of them, steve in a sweatshirt and plastic-rimmed glasses and bucky like this, black pants, black t-shirt, his v-neck stretched out from all the times steve’s grabbed him by it and drawn him in for a kiss. let’s pretend that this is just one of a hundred thousand moments before they go somewhere, anywhere — a party or a ballgame, dinner with their friends, the grocery store, even work. let’s pretend that this is the part of their day where steve checks again that he locked the door as bucky leans against the railing on the stairs, eyes fond, mouth parted around whatever conversation is coming easy between them today, and says, “c’mon, rogers, c’mon.” 

LET’S ALL PRETEND THAT THIS IS HOW IT IS, that steve and bucky are just regular people, hipsters, kids that grew up in each other’s pockets and never got sent over the edge of the train, or down with the ship, or into the cryo chamber, or to war. that they made it to the 21st century the same way everyone else did and neither one of them has ever woken up disoriented in a borrowed future. that somewhere deep down in the bowels of the city there is a train running with their initials carved painstakingly into the underside of the plastic seats, each of them using the other’s housekey to carve their bit on the ride home from school, and it’s as close as either one of them has ever come to being memorialized. 

let’s pretend that the only time steve’s ever thought bucky was dead was for those six terrible hours last summer, when bucky sprained his wrist at work and there was a mixup at the hospital, a message on steve’s machine that was meant for someone else. that bucky finally took a cab home alone after waiting fucking hours for steve to show up, only to let himself into their apartment and find steve plastered to him a second later, gasping these wet, strangled-sounding breaths against the side of bucky’s neck. that bucky didn’t know what had happened but guessed enough to let his own anger drain away, to close his eyes and wrap his arms around steve’s waist in apology.

let’s pretend that bucky’s never been anyone but himself except on painkillers, a couple of times, so zoned out after getting his wisdom teeth pulled that he couldn’t remember his name; that steve laughed, and brought him ice cream, told him he could be anyone he wanted to. that their hurts are easily catalogued and explained. that underneath bucky’s t-shirt there is a patchwork of freckles and musculature but few scars, nothing that would make anyone gasp and wonder, that if there’s blood on his hands its only his own, or steve’s, maybe, picked up patching him up, trying to hold them both together. that his sleeping dogs are left to lie and even awake, they’re not so terrible, little trespasses, mistakes, nothing that would make anyone bat an eyelash. 

let’s just pretend that this is it, the two of them, steve in a sweatshirt and plastic-rimmed glasses and bucky like this, black pants, black t-shirt, his v-neck stretched out from all the times steve’s grabbed him by it and drawn him in for a kiss. let’s pretend that this is just one of a hundred thousand moments before they go somewhere, anywhere — a party or a ballgame, dinner with their friends, the grocery store, even work. let’s pretend that this is the part of their day where steve checks again that he locked the door as bucky leans against the railing on the stairs, eyes fond, mouth parted around whatever conversation is coming easy between them today, and says, “c’mon, rogers, c’mon.” 

(Source: winterfel, via khaleesi)

(Source: winonawu, via fiveyearmission)

shinykari:

Basically the movie.

shinykari:

Basically the movie.

(Source: ericsyn, via hellotailor)

berserkr-bread:

fic where steve is having his morning run but sam is nowhere in sight so he just has to run on his own with no one to tease about how slow they are but then suddenly nyoooom “ON YOUR RIGHT” sam screams as he passes flying by and puSHES STEVE INTO THE FOUNTAIN

(via sirona-gs)

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