marcia-elena
you kept me like a secret, I kept you like an oath
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writer, 18+++, she/her, pan || bucky barnes, stucky, and whatever else happens to strike my fancy || header+icon: @whimsicalrogers
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marcia-elena · 14 hours ago
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“... well we've got to stay moving forward, right?”
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marcia-elena · 16 hours ago
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spoons🥄🥄
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marcia-elena · 17 hours ago
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BIRDS OF A FEATHER💙 🪶
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marcia-elena · 3 days ago
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Buddie canon when??? And more importantly: Christopher Diaz, please go home dude.
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marcia-elena · 3 days ago
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brooklyn, brooklyn, take me in // are you aware the shape i’m in?
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marcia-elena · 3 days ago
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He is a ghost story 
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marcia-elena · 3 days ago
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Paint me an absence, a silhouette of rain 
When others take shelter, I take on shape 
This invisible life in negative space 
Shortens the fall that water must make
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marcia-elena · 6 days ago
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I’m not just a me. I’m also a we.
SENSE8 (2015 - 2018)
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marcia-elena · 6 days ago
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I witnessed something wonderful on my walk today.
We went down to the park, where the lake drains under a footbridge into a stone-lined gully that someone generous might call a creek. Usually it’s a trickle at best, but it poured last night, and the water was still moving pretty briskly. 
As we got closer, I heard kids yelling, so we went over to have a look. I was nervous, because earlier this summer we’d seen a mother cat and her kittens hanging out a few times in the (then bone dry) spillway. We hadn’t seen them in over a month, but I didn’t want to think of them being there when the water started coming down.
Instead, when I looked over the side of the bridge, I saw a skinny kid (maybe 8-10 years old) carrying an enormous catfish clasped in both arms.
The catfish had to be the length of this kid’s torso, and it was flopping around trying to escape, but the kid doggedly kept climbing over mud and slippery rocks until he reached the lake and chucked the fish in. And behind him came… another kid, holding a fish.
When the lake flooded, it must’ve washed a bunch of these catfish downstream, where they collected in pools. Now the water levels are starting to go down, and the fish are trapped, doomed to dry up and die. Not on these kids’ watch. As we watched, they rescued four fish, and one of the adults present said there were at least six left. The kids showed no sign of stopping. This is the kind of thing you love as a kid, a life or death mission you can throw your heart and soul into while getting gleefully covered in muck and slime. I was tempted to offer my assistance, but this was their Quest, and I did not want to impose.
When we continued on, the Great Fish Rescue was still going strong. Godspeed, kids. In a time of such great discord and meanspirited behavior, you will live on in my memory as a beacon of goodwill. 
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marcia-elena · 7 days ago
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literally all i can think about is buck and eddie in their kitchen on a random sunday evening some time in the future. buck’s chopping up veggies while eddie’s carrying their little baby in a sling. he’s gently bouncing the baby up and down and writing in “team bbq @ bobby’s” on their fridge calendar for next weekend. buck’s asking eddie’s opinion on what type of dessert he should bring for the barbecue and chris is yelling out from his bedroom asking if he has enough time for one more game before dinner is ready. and. it was a very long errand day for all of them but everyone is wearing the softest little smiles on their faces; just pure contentedness radiating off of everyone. even their little baby looks so at peace resting its little head against eddie’s chest in the sling. i’m cryinggg.
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marcia-elena · 7 days ago
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first and last 🧡
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marcia-elena · 8 days ago
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Steve & Bucky Fic Lists Because I Am Horrifically Organized:
Always updating. Divided into categories based on eras of the story.
Whole Lives; fics that cover more than just one era
Pre-War; primarily focus on pre-war life, but might have some war content or stuff that takes place in the 40s.
WWII; primarily focus on the war itself
Post-War; covers Bucky's time with hydra, and Steve's time after defrosting. Also AUs that happen post-war.
The Winter Soldier; stuff directly related to TWS, including post-TWS "finding Bucky" stuff both canon compliant and in that magic "civil war never happened" universe.
Civil War; directly related to CW, including post-CW fugitive stuff
Wakanda & Infinity War; pre IW wakanda soft era, and post IW angst
Endgame; fixing steve's ending, and fics that wrote endings to IW before EG came out, that sorta stuff. also the alternate 2012-verse stuff.
No Powers AU; anything that is an AU with no avengers stuff.
Shrunkyclunks & Shrinkyclinks; Cap!Steve/Modern!Bucky & Modern!Steve/Soldier!Bucky.
5 + 1: all stuff with this prompt.
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marcia-elena · 8 days ago
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it’s been 6 years since infinity war came out and to this day i have never felt the type of rage i do when i think about how Steve left Bucky for Peggy. comic book Steve WOULD NEVER. the Steve Rogers that I know WOULD NEVER.
WHAT HAPPENED TO IM WITH YOU TIL THE END OF THE LINE?!?!?
literally the worst fucking plot choice they could’ve made i swear
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marcia-elena · 8 days ago
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"I will come back from the dead for you. This could be a city. This could be a graveyard. This could be the basket of a big balloon. Leave the lights on. Leave a trail of letters like those little knobs of bread we used to dream about. We used to dream about them. We used to do a lot of things. Put your hand to the knob, your mouth to the hand, pick up the bread and devour it. I'm in the hallway again, I'm in the hallway. The radio's playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll keep walking toward the sound of your voice." - Richard Siken.
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marcia-elena · 9 days ago
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that is true strength.
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marcia-elena · 9 days ago
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Catnap in the sun
This is for a lovely prompt by nefhiriel at avengersgen:
Bucky has spent far too much time locked up underground/going on night time missions. Cue rehabilitation involving a LOT of cat-naps in the sun. He doesn’t even need a chair. He just follows the shifting sunbeams around and sits down on the floor and closes his eyes and enjoys the sunshine. And falls asleep. And amuses everyone, a lot.
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marcia-elena · 9 days ago
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Steve/Bucky fanart for last-snowfall’s lovely Captain America fic your blue-eyed boys.
The illustration is from this installment (which you can probably read without context, since the main context that’s necessary is canon – but the whole series is really wonderful, and it starts here).
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