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unamedwatcher  asked:

How on earth did you guys survive summers without air conditioning? Mine went out two days ago and I'm about five minutes away from giving myself an ice cube enema just to make it through the heat.

it wasnt fun, thats for sure. though i’ll admit i never quite got to the point where that sounded like a good idea. 

mostly we acclimated–humans do this neat thing where our bodies can adapt to hot environments, but nowadays people just jump from air conditioned environment to air conditioned environment and dont build up that tolerance by staying in the heat. but back then, we just got used to it. that only goes so far though. 

the summer of 1936 was a nasty one. i mean, horribly, terribly, melt your bones hot. nobody wanted to do anything, it was just so hot. the whole city just wanted to find a shady spot and lie still until the heatwave passed.  people who had fire escapes off their apartments would sleep on them at night, so they wouldn’t have to be indoors, where it was even hotter and there was no moving air. neighborhoods broke open fire hydrants and cooled off that way–i once saw a man in a three piece business suit walk right into the spray from a hydrant, looking blissful as anything. some people carried umbrellas or parasols. people found bodies of water and got in them–rivers, ponds, public fountains, which was neither safe nor sanitary. places that sold cold drinks were packed, and vendors selling shaved ice on the streets sold out. 

but the best thing was the pools. that summer, the WPA opened 11 enormous new public outdoor swimming pools across the city. back then, they were the peak of technology. four of them were in brooklyn, and stevie and i tried out all of them. it was the social site of the season, so i was in fine form. 

it was great–stevie could swim pretty well, despite not having much muscle mass, and the chemicals didnt bother his asthma too much. whenever the two of us werent working, we were at one of those pools. really, it seemed like most of the city was in the water trying to cool off. 

one thing we didn’t have? sunscreen. that wasn’t really around until the war. im a bit darker than steve, and even i was lobster red after the first few days. i made it work–red is my color.

stevie, though. steve was so red he could stop traffic.

For The Love Of Dogs - Bucky x Reader

Prompt: I wasn’t looking for anything serious. 

Summary: Bucky did not expect to be looking after a dog let alone catching feelings for the vet. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Tags/Warnings: Dogs! , Feelings, Fluff. 

Word Count: 3, 297

A/N: This is my entry for the lovely  @just-some-drabbles 4K follower challenge! Congrats you deserve every single one you’re amazing! Sorry I took so long with it! Bucky and dogs are the true loves of my life. 


Originally posted by agustoley

Bucky’s eyes flickered between the two men standing in front of him. He wasn’t sure who he wanted to kill more.

Sam had the audacity to stand there smirking at Steve who was sitting on Bucky’s couch, giggles erupting from his mouth as a large labrador clambered on him, licking his face, tail wagging excitedly.

“I am not looking after a dog,” Bucky snapped.

“It’s only for a week,” Sam replied, matter-of-factly.

“What the hell am I even supposed to do with it?”

“Feed it. Play with it. Clean it. Look after it.” Sam had the audacity to stand there smirking. Bucky rolled his eyes before turning his focus to Steve sat on Bucky’s couch, giggles erupting from his mouth as a large labrador clambered on him, licking his face, tail wagging excitedly.

Admittedly, Bucky found the dog cute but it didn’t help ease any uncertain feels he had over the set-up. Sam and Steve claimed it could be good for him and could help with his anxiety and ongoing recovery. Although it had been two years since returning from the army, Bucky spent a large portion of the time in rehabilitation after having his arm amputated. He was recovering from his depression and managing his anxiety and now, he had his own apartment in Brooklyn, a stable job at the local bookstore and was in a place where he was good.

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Is he doing ‘That Face’ on purpose ?! Lmao ( ^∇^)

Sebastian Stan participates in Hublot’s Tennis Fusion Celebrity Challenge at Sutton East Tennis Club on December 7, 2009 in New York City.

Twirl - Bucky x Reader

‘Tennis Elbow’ - Sky Sailing
(Honestly this is such a beautiful song.)

Originally posted by sebastianstahn


He took your hand, the cold metal soothing your warm hand. Smiling, he brought your fingers to his lips, kissing gently before moving his hands to your waist, rocking gently from side to side. Your arms snaked around his neck, gently resting on his shoulders. Your eyes locked, nothing else mattered.

To the sound of the music, your slight rocking developed into slow dancing, twirling the stress of the week away. Your head had been sore, a gentle ache knawing away at you all day but now, here with Bucky, it seemed to disappear. 

Nothing else mattered except you and him and the contact between you. The music was your catalyst, setting off the reaction between you.

Your eyes flickered shut as you relaxed and you felt Bucky twirl you gently, placing a kiss on each of your eyelids when you came back to face him. 

You smiled, opening your eyes to look up at him as he gently moved his lips to yours, pressed together, twirling and happy.



Let's Play Tennis

Prompt - Based off the movie Friends With Benefits, specifically the scene where Jamie and Dylan agree to “play tennis”

Characters - Bucky x Reader

Word Count - 1615

Warnings - Language, Adult Content?

A/N - This fic is part of @hunters-from-stark-tower’s Movie AU writing challenge! I’m a little late to the party but I made it. This was going to have actual smut in it but as I started writing that part, it just didn’t feel right, sorry! Please let me know what you think. Also, I don’t know if this will become a series but I have to admit that I highly doubt it.

Stretching out your legs on the semi-comfortable couch in your dimly lit living room, your feet found their way onto Bucky’s lap. He casually wrapped his long fingers around your ankle, eyes fixed on the TV while taking a long sip from the frosty beer in his hand. There was nothing sexual about the way he let the warmth of your bare skin mingle with the chilly bite of his fingertips. Nothing at all sexual about the way his fingers mindlessly drew patterns into the joint or the way it made your pulse quicken and caused you to lose focus. No, your relationship with Bucky Barnes was totally platonic. You zoned out into your favorite Rom-Com on the screen as you drifted back to how you ended up here.

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