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aint-nothing-but-a-drifter  asked:

Hey Bucky! I love reading about your perspective on life. I was wondering, have you bonded with Tony over non-consensual body modifications? And, has he/does he help out at all with the technical support of your arm?

tony and i have talked about our super fun experiences with becoming cyborgs, yes, and i guess we bonded? honestly though tony and i spend a lot of time geeking out about science and engineering. im nowhere near his level but when hes stumbled across something that really gets him excited he likes to share it with anyone who will listen and im one of the few people in the tower who is genuinely interested in that stuff. bruce is too but is interests are more focused. so often tony will just burst into whatever room im hanging out in and begin ranting about whatever neat science thing has happened. often he is still smoking from whatever explosion he just accidentally set off. 

tony and i mostly bond over cars. both of us are car nerds–or gearheads, if you wanna be picky about it–and we spend a lot of time working on the cars tony already has or just chatting about cars in general. natasha joins us a lot too, believe it or not. she has strong opinions about cars, both as accessories for her various covers, and as getaway vehicles. eventually i think it just kinda turned into an actual interest in cars. so she and tony and i argue cars a lot, because the rest of the avengers couldnt care less. clint drives an ancient pickup truck that is probably more bullet holes than steel, thor is half convinced that every car is gonna hit him (to be fair to thor, hes been hit by cars a lot) bruce just drives whatever, and steve seems to think that cars are some sort of range weapon. 

tony does do my arm maintenance. last time my arm broke it was because he summoned the iron man armor across the city while i was stuffing the insides full of glitter. it broke all of my metal fingers. tony fixed them all except my middle finger, which is currently stuck in flipping-off position. doesnt bother me much though because i do that a lot anyway 

One these days, Percy’s gonna come crashing down out of his mania and land smack dab in the depression, and nothing anyone says or does will make him believe that he isn’t a broken piece of shit that deserves everything he suffers. One of these days, Vex will overhear some negative gossip or say the wrong thing to the wrong person or just wake up feeling shitty and her self-esteem will take a nose dive, right back to the worthless way she felt in Syngorn. They’re both probably going to suffer from PTSD and night terrors for the rest of their lives. They’ll probably hurt. They’ll probably fight.

But they’re also a couple who’ve done more than would be asked by most wedding vows. Twice. They understand each others’ foibles and supported one another long before they got together. They went into this with a complex understanding of who they are as individuals, what they need from a relationship, what their partner needs from a relationship, and how they need, want, and desire each other.

That’s a Happily Ever After to me, whatever happens between now and then. They deserve that soft epilogue.

Just Couldn’t Let This One Go

A birthday fic for @the-captains-ayebrows. Happy Birthday dear Hollie! @lenfaz and I coordinated on this gift, so she’s going to be writing a second part. Double the pleasure, double the fun! This part’s a bit saucy, just the way you like it. Super special thanks to @seethelovelyintheworld for looking this over for me!

Summary: Emma Swan is all set to snag her perp and collect her fee, but something about Killian Jones makes him just too irresistible to turn in.

Rated: M for Most Definitely Smutty

Words: 9,000


Part One

Emma slid onto a barstool at The Davenport, conscious of the way her dress clung tightly to her legs as she parted them to take her seat. A quick glance to the other end of the bar told her she was just in time. Her mark was there, and he was alone.

Gotcha buddy. Now it was just a matter of time.

Emma smiled at Graham behind the bar, who acknowledged her presence with a nod and a look that said, “Give me a minute, Swan,” as he greeted some customers in front of him. While Emma waited for him to make their drinks she pretended to fiddle with her phone, casually making a more thorough perusal of her skip.

He looked broody, dressed all in black and bent over a glass of some kind of dark liquor, his hand clutching the back of his neck. And what a neck it was, her eyes noting the hollow of his throat and following up the defined tendons to admire the cut of his jaw, nicely peppered with scruff. His hair was black as night and looked touchably soft, even from a distance, perfectly disheveled and just a tad too long. As he dropped his hand and raised his head, the air became charged with that unnameable tension that seems to float through the air when someone can feel another person’s eyes on them. Emma knew she should look away, but she couldn’t, too curious to see what his eyes looked like.

Damn, they were blue. Shadowy, as if he carried secrets there, but framed perfectly by thick eyebrows, one of which he raised in her direction, a small smirk quirking up the corner of his too-red lips in a very knowing way when he noticed her staring.

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i’m like watching old gaga stuff and like this performance…r. k*lly’s acting…“WHO PUT THESE PICTURES ON INSTAGRAM?”…the way the political scandal-theme spirals into gaga wailing over archival footage of herself…lmaoooooooo 😩

  • sherlock: do you want to come over and eat what I made?
  • molly: sure. what did you make?
  • sherlock: *dramatic* I made ME
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“Elsen” is a real nice-sounding name for the people that live in the Zones; but every time I see it used that way, I’m always reminded that it’s just the name of the first tramway station you come to in Zone 1– and that is named after someone in the past who was named “Elsen.”

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Mortis is cool with it and tagging them as “Elsen” makes them way easier to find, but dang can you imagine not even living in Zone 1 and here’s this weird baseball dude calling everybody an “Elsen” because that’s the first word he read when he started touring around.

They’ve been canonically confirmed as being humans, too– they’re just unwell and stylized.