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That trope where your otp writes letters to each other because one is in the military + Bucky and skinny!Steve = my death. (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`)

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On my flight back home I had the opportunity to catch up on stucky fics. I read PS I Love You by L1av and The_Nerd_Alert. It is so great and I don’t know how I’m going to move on with my life from this fic I love it so much lol.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fake relationship fics? Please and thank you <3

Hey there!

I sure do! Here are the ones I’ve read myself:

And here is the tag at AO3 for more fake relationship fics:

Fake/Pretend Relationship *tagged James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

What she says: I’m fine 

What she’s thinking: What’s this fucking rumor that says that the reason the Civil War started is going to be changed in the movie? What will be the reason then? WHAT WILL IT BE!? ARE THEY GOING TO MAKE MY BABY TONY THE VILLAIN!? IS THIS GOING TO BE JUST LIKE STEVE AND TONY FIGHTING BECAUSE TONY WANTS TO KILL BUCKY!? THAT’S NOT CIVIL WAR PLS DON’T CHANGE IT OH AND WHY THE FUCK DOES A WEDDING OR A WAR DEPEND ON TONY’S GENDER C’MON JUST ADMIT IT MARVEL TWO OF YOUR MOST FAMOUS CHARACTERS ARE GAY OR BI OR PAN OR WHATEVER BUT DON’T USE GENDERBEND AS A LAME EXCUSE TO HIDE THEIR RAINBOW FUCKING MARVEL 

A PintSized Escape: with Emily Carter

We enjoyed our morning coffee a bit more than usual this past week… mostly because we shared it with our friend Emily Carter at McNally Jackson Books, Soho’s most charming bookstore. As a student at Kenyon College in Ohio, she has experienced far more than the average college student. She has traveled through Europe while modeling in the fashion world, assisted as a food stylist, interned for Saveur magazine, and spent this summer working closely with Dan Barber at Blue Hill at Stone Barns! Follow her on instagram: @emilycarter0.

MM: How do you make time to escape from your daily work and treat your self?
EC: I try to find an hour at the beginning or end of the day to go to yoga, come here (McNally Jackson Books) and read for a little. It was nice this summer because I would commute up to Stone Barns so I had an hour on the train. I listened to a lot of podcasts. I really like Heritage Radio, which does a lot of food related stuff. They have a show called Cherry Bombe, which is hosted by Julia Turshen, who is a really powerful lady in food, and she interviews other power women in food.

MM: Do you have a favorite time to eat ice cream?
EC: Right before bed, and I eat it everyday right before bed. Not a day goes by (without it).

MM: We have a jar at the shop called the “Dream ‘Scream” flavor jar where everyone can write submissions for their dream ice cream flavor. What would be yours?
EC: If there was a way to make apple pie into ice cream… I like apple pie with ice cream, but it would be cool if it was all just one situation.

MM: Was it hard to maintain your passion for food in the modeling world?
EC: That’s actually where it started for me. I love routine, I love getting up at the same time every morning and having a place to be, but with modeling, your schedule is unpredictable. You get a schedule the day before, you show up and you go to casting. So then mealtime was really my time, I could pick what I wanted and be myself. And then being in Paris, too… I had never experienced farmers markets like that before so that was really exciting for me. I’d do it every Sunday and it became a ritual. I’d pick up produce for the week and I’d cook dinners for myself. It gave me a comfort and schedule which I wouldn’t have had otherwise.

MM: When you’re working so much with food, how do you maintain a relationship with food where you are still able to enjoy it and it doesn’t just feel like work?
EC: That was harder for me last summer, when I was writing about it. It got complicated to see what was for me and what was for work, but this summer I did more work with policy and what’s going on in the world with food. When you start to think of it as a bigger picture, there are some issues with the food industry and giving people access to fresh foods, and you just start to appreciate what you do have and what you do have access to. It is a privilege to be able to enjoy it, and that just gave me more gratitude for what I can have and created a healthier relationship.

MM: What type of policy? What kind of work were you doing this summer?
EC: Dan Barber’s whole wastED pop-up was continuing through the summer so just using food waste and realizing how much abundance we have here that is being thrown away, but can be utilized in other places.

MM: What would your ideal food day be?
EC: I went to Italy over spring break, by myself, which was interesting. In the mornings you’d go up to the bar and get a single shot of espresso and then you’re off, so I would start with that. Then I would run over to Paris and have a croissant there at Stohrer, which is where the queen of England gets her croissants flown in from. For lunch, I’m sorry this is so Blue Hill centered, but they have a collaboration with Sweetgreen, the salad chain, and the “wasted salad” is really good. Even though I work there I pay for it often. Then, for dinner, I would go back to Italy for Cacio e Pepe, a pasta dish with parmesan and black pepper. And then, finally, ice cream in my bed.

Check back next week for another feature of #PintSizedEscape.

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Yet another chapter of Autumn Thorn. I have a really interesting start to the next chapter which I’m going to have a crack at ASAP. After that, I’ll get back to requests, I promise. theunlikelyavenger has taken quite a liking to this story so I’ll keep tagging you in it, if you like. Until the next time, my darlings, enjoy!

Autumn Thorn: Part 7

Part 6

Wake up. Empty. Sleep. Wake up. Nothing. Sleep. Wake up. Hollow. Sleep. Repeat as necessary.

That’s how Thorn felt as of late. It had been several months since she’d woken up in the hospital – 3, to be exact – though it felt more like years had passed. She could remember little about the accident, or any time before for that matter, and so had been attending regular group therapy sessions at the library where other memory loss victims talked about what they could and couldn’t remember.

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  • Steve:[in a crowd and can't find Bucky]
  • Steve:[uses hands as a microphone] WHAT IF I DID THIS ONE DANGEROUS THING
  • Bucky:[pushing everyone aside] LAST TIME YOU PULLED SOME SHIT LIKE THAT YOU GOT FUCKING ICED FOR 70 YEARS DON'T YOU FUKCNG DARE
  • Steve:ah ther-
  • Bucky:[grabs him and puts him on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes] we're going back home Steve
  • Steve:*in a crowd where he can't find Bucky* Looks like this calls for drastic measures
  • Steve:*talking loudly to Sam* Did you know that I jumped on a fake grenade when I was in training? I didn't know it was fake at the time.
  • Bucky:*tearing through the crowd* sTEVE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T STOP DOING STUPID SHIT IM GOING TO RIP OFF MY ARM AND HIT YOU UPSIDE THE HEAD SO MAYBE YOU'LL GET SOME SENSE THROUGH YOUR THICK GODDAMN SKULL GET YOUR PUNK ASS OVER HERE
  • Steve:found him :D

Hello, Dear. Tell me everything. What’s your story?

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music I have in mind: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=107Iwx5RKSM this song and a rachmaninoff prelude go with like 90% of the stuff I’d like to draw LOL

Not sure whether or not I’d call the song inspiration since I thought of the scene before thinking of the song, but once I thought of the song, it was the driving force behind the picture. I came up with this as a story type scene, where Veloce explores an abandoned place, and ends up here. The quote is from Avengers 2 in a barn where Tony Stark talked to a tractor that was supposedly not working, as if it was capable of communicating (and to him, it probably was capable of that). I feel like people who feel that kind of disconnect from other people absorb information and communication better in their own, more self observed way, without the need or help of words. And here is the conversation between veloce and what surrounds her.

  • High resolution jpgs
  • Step by step work in progress screenshots!big, layered PSD file
  • HD timelapse videos of the drawing process from start to finish!

For this piece for my patrons of $5/$10/$15 :D

http://patreon.com/shilin

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In other news, my newest art book was released on Saturday! If you’re interested, you can find it at shilin.storenvy.com

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BLASTING INTO YOUR DASHBOARDS WITH THIS FREAKING BEAUTY BY sargeantstuckbutts YEAH YEAH

THIS IS A COMMISSION I HAD DONE FOR ONE OF MY STORIES. NOW I DON’T CARE IF YOU READ MY LITTLE FIC OR NOT…WELL I’D REALLY LIKE IT BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT OF THIS POST. THE POINT IS GO CHECK THIS PERSON’S SHIT AYE? THEY GOT YOUR STUCKY. THEY GOT YOUR FANART. THEY GOT YOUR COMMISSIONS. AND THEY’RE SO FREAKING NICE AND SWEET I HONESTLY WANT TO PROPOSE MARRIAGE, AIGHT? SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CLICK THEIR NAME UP IN THAT FIRST PARAGRAPH AND BE #BLESSED.

  • Me:sees gifs of the Civil War Trailer
  • Me:saves the gifs just in case
  • Me:checks on the OP to see if they're okay and if they're still alive
  • Me:peeks through the window to make sure there are no marvel snipers coming for me
  • Me:cautiously likes the post hoping I'm not going to get shot
  • Me:finally relaxes for long enough to look at the GIFS
  • Me:sees Bucky for like half a second in the lowest resolution I've had to endure since i stopped taking photos with my old flip phone's camera
  • Me:LOUD DEATH METAL SCREAMING

Tbh I just love the idea of hipster-and-punk Shrinkyclinks.

Steve is this skinny, sickly little shit who works as a freelance street artist. He’s got a neat little dyed undercut going on (a bit like this but the brown is darker), and likes to pair plaid jackets with band undershirts/tank tops and skinny jeans. Sometimes he wears those thick-rimmed glasses because his eyesight isn’t exactly perfect, but sometimes he doesn’t. He’s almost always got a splotch of paint or two on him somewhere, bc street art is a messy hobby. Half the time he’s got a band-aid on his face somewhere or bruised knuckles, because he’s still a li’l shit that’d fight his own shadow

And then Bucky is his big beefcake kinda-punk boyfriend that likes wearing tank tops with his military dog tags, cargo pants, and combat boots. He’s got all sorts of neat tattoos on his right arm, while his left is the metal one. Lost in an accident with a grenade. He rides a harley, and he’s the kinda guy that looks like he could kill you, but really he’s just a smol precious cinnamon roll that wants his Stevie to stop picking fucking fights

Steve’s always fighting those assholes in the back alleys, and every time, Bucky comes along and finishes what Steve started. Steve doesn’t much appreciate it, because “Dammit, Buck, I had ‘em on the ropes. I coulda had ‘em!” And Buck just nods because sure, if “coulda had ‘em” meant coming home with a busted nose and a split lip. So he picks up his pissy little cat of a boyfriend, slugs him over his shoulder, and just carries him home, where they cuddle on the sofa under some blankets while watching bad movies.

I just

Hipster and punk Shrinkyclinks

kryka83 asked:

Imagine Steve loving traditional sweets from his era and finding a hole-in-the-wall candy shop somewhere that makes him act like a little kid whenever he visits the shop and comes back with a bag full of goodies. When Bucky finally joins the Avengers, Steve takes him there too.

“I want to take you somewhere,” Steve says out of the blue one day.

“Okay,” Bucky agrees. He likes going places with Steve. They pack their things and head out on Steve’s motorcycle.

“Here it is!” Steve says brightly, pointing at a rundown awning and a peeling door.

“What is it?” Bucky asks.

“Let’s go in.”

As they enter a small chime dings above them. Steve watches as Bucky’s eyes light up when he looks around. Bucky darts to the corner where he picks up a purple package.

“Steve,” he says hushed, “it’s Choward’s Violet Mints! I haven’t seen these in ages.” Bucky looks around and makes a beeline for the wall covered in chocolate bars. “Mallow Cups! And Valomilk Candy Cups, Steve, we could never afford these!”

“I know,” Steve says, his voice tight with nostalgia. “But let’s get some of everything and eat ourselves sick.”

Bucky smiles. “Sounds perfect.”

They run around the shop like they were ten again, picking out at least two of everything. That night, they put the couch cushions on the floor and huddle together, laughing and joking, just as they always should have.

  • What she says:I'm fine
  • What she means:I need someone to leak the civil war trailer please like I know one of you people at d23 pulled your phone out when they told yall "please put your phone away" like please I will go crazy because I stayed up all fucking night to see this civil war trailer and now I have to wait "a few mouths" and now I wanna fight someone while I cry cuz Imma have to wait to see the "your Bucky" thing why yall gotta make me emotional

rainbofiction asked:

Dear Betty Days, I have an important question just burning inside me. Because TRASH PRINCE, sexy human disaster, is actually my desired aesthetic, like that's what I want to look like. Could you go on at length about how Sebastian Stan is a beautiful trash prince? Please? Yours truly, The Disaster

I just…before I begin, I would like to thank you for this opportunity. 

Let’s start at the beginning, the evolution from small desk trashcan to total flaming dumpster. 

Here we have babby Seb.

As you can see, the hair floofage so integral to his trashiness began at a young age. Also, it appears that he was born with lips that have never grown in size; his face has just grown around them.

Next, we have the Billie Joe Armstrong years.

This is trash prince v1.0, fresh from beta testing and ready for the world.

I’m gonna call this v1.5. (That fucking shirt looks like it came straight out of Chris Evans’ wardrobe.) Here we have an attempt at color, which was obviously removed from future versions.

Ah yes, time for the Gossip Girl phase. Flat-ironed hair and gray t-shirts all the way. 

We’ve now upgraded to kitchen waste bin. 

An integral key to Seb’s trash princery is looking like you’re acting when you’re not acting, and not looking like you’re acting when you’re actually acting. This throws people off, and adds to the mystery of your appeal.

In trash princing, it’s important to bring as much attention to your mouth as you possibly can.

It is also important to eyefuck everything all the time always.

The great thing about trash princes, what really differentiates them from, say, dumpster henchmen or compost dukes, is their versatility.

On one hand, a trash prince can look like he’s been thoroughly fucked in a custodial closet filled with glitter and gummy bears by every costar he’s ever worked with while dressed in rave gear.

On the other hand, he also can look like he walked straight out of a 1988 Bret Easton Ellis novel or a 2002 Abercrombie catalogue.

The versatility of a trash prince doesn’t end there, however. It comes in the job description that a trash prince must be able to set himself on fire…

set others on fire (gender never specified)…

and then put the trash fire out by being the goofiest motherfucker on the planet.

Then immediately being able to go straight from flaming dumpster extraordinaire to PRESH BABBY CINNAMON ROLL OMG.

Now we have come to our conclusion. The actual anatomy of a trash prince:

1. Layers (to make it look like you don’t care that you have an excessively hot bod)

2. Artfully disheveled clothes that look like they’re from a thrift store but are actually designer wear (joke’s on them, you actually did get them at a thrift store)

3. Popped collar. Everyone’s cooler with a popped collar. (And shell-top shoes that were popular in 2004)

4. All leather all the time and loose collars that make everyone wish they could mark you up

5. Colors are a sign of weakness, do not wear them (be sure to wear your glasses inside as often as possible to make everyone wonder whether or not you are actually high af)

There you have it. The birth and life of a certified trash prince. Don’t forget to look at everyone like the sun shines out their eyeballs and be sure to thank your fans profusely. Always cry and kiss as pretty as you can, walk your girlfriend’s dog, and give the paps a thumbs-up. Eat cake for breakfast and listen to music that helps you get into character. Use as many different accents as you can when you get nervous; let Chris Evans be overprotective of you and let Anthony Mackie take most of the interview questions. Blurt out the first thing that pops into your head in literally every interaction, and regret it immediately after. Adamantly defend Bucky Barnes when people try to tell you he’s a villain. And lastly, be weird. Be the trashiest trash prince in existence and totally own it.

romanoffbarton asked:

I just keep thinking about steve and tony getting sex pollened on some mission and steve's just so blasé about it like, 'it's cool. we're are adults. we can fuck. it's no big deal. plus if we don't, we'll die, so...." meanwhile tony's like "I WILL DIE EITHER WAY, STEVEN."

“Stark, look,” Steve begins, and –

“No no,” Tony says. “Button up that collar. Young man! Button up that collar!” 

“Stark,” says Steve, very seriously, still tugging off his uniform. “I know this isn’t ideal. I don’t really want to do this either. But we’re going to die if we don’t.” 

“I’m going to die either way!” Tony yells. “Because Barnes is going to kill me!” 

“What? No he won’t.”

“Are you fucking blind?” Tony hisses. 

Steve’s uniform top is hanging open and he starts on his belt. It pushes his pecs together. Tony rubs the bridge of his nose. “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die at the young age of 35 –” 

“You’re 42.” 

“At the young age of 35 --” 

Steve heaves a sigh. “This isn’t very sexy.” 

“No fucking kidding!” 

“I’m really…” Steve cringes. “Sorry this is happening.” 

“Thank you,” Tony says, slightly appeased. He gets distracted when Steve strips off the top of his uniform all the way. “Let’s just get it over with,” he says. 

“Stark – Tony,” says Steve. “I don’t want to do it like this.” 

“Don’t have much of a choice, honey.” 

“No, I mean –” Steve’s frustrated. He steps closer to Tony in the little cell and puts a hand on his chest, cringing a little. He takes a breath. “We should…look, we should try to enjoy it. We should…” He leans forward, all blue eyes and plump pink little mouth, his lips parted, his lashes casting long shadows down his cheeks. “I don’t want to remember it bad,” he confesses, their noses brushing. “I don’t want it to be a bad thing if it doesn’t have to be a bad thing.” 

“That’s some – that’s some solid reasoning.” 

“I just,” Steve shrugs, looking down. His smile is heartbreaking up close. “When I fuck my friends I like it to be because we both want it. Obviously.” 

“You fuck your friends?” 

“How do you think Buck and I got started? Stark,” says Steve, “Look, I hate to break it to you, but casual sex has been around for a really long time.”

Tony nods. “Fair enough, that’s fair enough, you know I don’t think I ever really –” 

“Tony.” 

Tony clears his throat. “Right,” he says, a little strangled. 

“I know we don’t see eye to eye on everything, but I know you, Stark, and I know if I let you fuck me –” 

“Wait, you want to –?” 

Steve’s confused. “What? Sure,” he says, like it’s apparently a foregone conclusion that he’s going to be the one taking it up the ass. God. “But listen, if I let you fuck me and we treat it like a business transaction, you’re gonna hate yourself forever, and I don’t want that.” He gets unsure all of a sudden. “So let’s…look, tell me what you like, or…or I’ll tell you what I like and we can, we can figure this out, right?” 

Tony realizes all of a sudden that Steve is a lot younger than him. Like, a lot. And that he’s a little scared, too. “Right,” Tony affirms. “Definitely right.”

“I like it hard, usually,” Steve says. Is he – oh God, he’s blushing a little. Tony is fascinated and kind of into it. “And I like to, I mean…I’ll do – I’ll do whatever you want. I like doing that. I like doing what other people want. I like most things, actually, I…” his hands are on Tony’s belt. Oh God. They’re on Tony’s belt and his mouth is so hot and sweet-looking and Tony is going to have to confess this to Pepper tomorrow and she’ll probably be kind of into it, actually. 

“Cap, seriously,” Tony murmurs, holding Steve’s slim hips in his hands, “We can just die if you want to. I won’t judge.” 

“I don’t think you wanna die,” Steve chuckles, a low sexy sound. He bites his lip. “I, uh…I kind of think you want to fuck me.” 

“I…kinda think you’re right.”

Steve says, a little playful, “Hey, you think they’ll let us go if I just choke on your dick a little?” 

The door bangs down at the same minute Tony inhales wrong and chokes on his own spit because Captain America is shirtless and wet dream-y and soft and offering to choke on Tony’s dick if he wants, and he has to bend over and wheeze with his hands on his knees while Barnes says to Steve, “Hey.” 

“Well, you’re late,” Steve accuses.

“And you’re naked,” Barnes tells him. He frowns over at Tony. “He okay?” 

Tony gives him a thumbs-up, still coughing. 

“Now, not that I’m complaining –” Barnes starts, looking at Steve’s bare chest. 

“It’s a really long story,” Steve tells him, and pounds Tony on the back. 

“A really long story that absolutely did not end in Rogers blowing me,” Tony wheezes. He wipes a tear from his eye. Barnes looks at him suspiciously. “Seriously,” Tony says. “Interrogate me later. Can we get out of here?” 

“It’s been kind of a weird day,” Steve explains. 

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could do more trans girl Bucky posts? Like where she transitions post tws? (Because the links in the master post both have to do with her having realized it during the war)

“Was I ever a girl?” Bucky asks, in the frank and to the point manner Steve expects these days.

“If you were, you never told me,” he finally says.

“Could I be?” Bucky says. Steve nods, and she smiles.

She doesn’t like James much, as a name, and any derivatives of Buchanan have pretty dire prospects as well. The first couple of weeks are a whirlwind of new names, altogether voguish, old-fashioned, and sentimental. She finally settles with Winifred, after her mother, at least for now. Steve slips up a few times, but after a while the pattern of Winnie, Winn, and Winifred B. Barnes I swear to god is a pretty easy one to get into.

“You’re going to stab my eye out,” she grouses.

“I won’t if you stop moving,” Steve says. His hand is always steady, even when he’s applying just the barest amount of makeup to Winnie’s face. “You know, most people who do makeup learn how to do it on their own.”

“I’m not most people,” she says with a small smile.

“No, you’re not,” he agrees, and kisses her before the lipstick goes on.