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#bucky talking about captain america as he's trying to explain why #he shouldn't be cap #makes me cry. #because the cap mantle weighed so heavily on bucky's shoulders #he's seen first hand what captain america means #and he's fully aware #of what he's done #and that he can't hope to be half the person steve rogers is #and he knows that the only reason #captain america succeeded as an icon at all #was because steve rogers was the man carrying the shield #and bucky would do what he could to deserve that burden #because he wanted it #but he always knew. /knew/. that he couldn't carry it like steve could

i want to add onto these tags later so here’s my Reference Post

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 - James Buchanan Barnes (Earth-616)

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dying and coming back gives you considerable perspective

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witch tip ! be so salty, spirits can’t get anywhere near you.

indie & highly selective PASHA DEVEREAUX from THE COUNCIL WITCH SERIES. canon and headcanon-based. WRITTEN BY PHER. (formerly misshoodoolady.)

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’ Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw. ’

meme. | accepting!

bucky understands video games.    they’re digital interactive stories, like someone took a book with multiple endings and gave it a face.    he understands them like he understands anything from the modern day; practice, and a sizable dose of “just go with it, it’ll make sense later”.

this game?

he doesn’t understand this game.

❛why the hell do you need a chainsaw to  --  why is your dog retrieving it?    do we just have a dog to find power tools?❜

&& @neverdefeated​

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bucky & polyam ships, featuring:

he doesn’t wear shirts a lot at home so there’s plenty for all partners to steal

while he doesn’t wear his own shirts he’ll steal anyone else’s. even if it doesn’t fit because he’s got a big chest. especially if it doesn’t fit

his feet are always cold and he will stick them underneath his partners like some kind of demon, just, shove them underneath during movie night

while he can’t cook well, he does love to buy massive amounts of takeout for all partners involved and carry all the bags on his arms & shoulders, because he’s short & stocky, like some kind of food delivery superhero

cuddle piles. bucky enjoys sprawling on top of large partners & being sprawled on by smaller partners. big cuddle pile

he sits on the couch & then drapes his head onto his partners’ laps so they play with his hair. this is a necessity

he’s the short & scary bf of your dreams. go clubbing with him

( or don’t, really, because modern clubs are Iffy at Best but he’ll Try )

so many kisses. everyone gets covered in kisses. bucky works to kiss every inch of his partners’ faces many times. just smooch

he runs cold at night & will latch onto whichever partner is closest in bed

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’ This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that. ’

meme. | accepting!

❛how do – what?❜   the chart’s a rough outline of what he assumes is himself, complete with silver lining on the left arm, which was cute.   he squints at it.   ❛ hey, y'know, i'm taller than that.    besides -- what counts as ‘badness’ anyway? ❜

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okay, like, polyam ships, though,

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Polyamory is…

falling out of bed

grabbing a shirt off the ground

realising it isn’t your’s

dropping it and grabbing another

realizing this still isn’t your shirt, but hey, they’re about the same size so you pull it on anyway.

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⤷ thexfalcon.

sam wants to pull away as soon as bucky indicates that he’s in pain, but then bucky is chasing after them, kissing them back, and fuck, if that isn’t the cutest thing sam’s seen him do; it makes their stomach do all sort of weird flips, makes their heart swell, makes them want to start crying all over again because they could’ve lost this, could’ve lost bucky, but they don’t. they pull themself together instead, force themself to keep it together, for bucky.

“yeah, that’s not– that’s not really that reassuring, considering the fact that you almost just died in front of me, asshole. also, you look like hell.” sam can’t help but smile, though, fingers running over his head, carefully threading through his hair. they’d love to climb onto that bed right now, curl around bucky and cling onto him, but they know he’s way too injured for that, so they settle for grabbing his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles as they lean against his nightstand. 

“how’re you doing, anyway? did they dope you up real good? ‘cause you look all kinds of high right now,” they say, grinning softly as they watch him. they can only hope the painkillers are working, because they weren’t lying when they said he looked like hell, and it’s making them hurt just looking at him. “you’re not in too much pain, right?”

❛ hey! be nice to the bedbound, ❜   bucky sticks out his lower lip in a pout, which is definitely not something he would do if he weren’t stoned out of his mind.   ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute, dickhead, ❜   it was like he was being held together by two things: sam’s hand in his, the bandages around his ribs, and the floaty-flower-feeling being pumped into his veins.   if he wasn’t pretty sure he’d fall the fuck over, bucky’d be sitting up and hauling sam into his arms.

they deserved that much.   an apology for the stress.   all sam gets is a lopsided smile, instead.

sam’s beautiful, bucky notes, all soft and warm.   he squints, trying to see if he could bring them more into focus, but the his vision really swims, so bucky abandons the effort and just squeezes sam’s hand in what he hopes is reassurance.

he’s fine, really.   sure, he hurts like he was hit by a fuckin’ car  —  was that what had happened?   what was up with that gap in his memories, fuck concussions, man  —  and it’s testament to the sheer power of painkillers that bucky just...   doesn’t care.   he can care later, when his whole body doesn’t pulse vibrant-sharp with each breath.

❛ oh, yeah, no i’m fine, i have...   no idea what’s going on, an’ i don’t care, either, so, ❜   a laugh, light and easy.   it pulls on his bandaged ribs and he winces.   ❛ wow, they dug out the good stuff, huh? ❜   a pause, and bucky tries to focus on sam’s face again.   there’s a lot of squinting.   ❛ how are — how are you? ❜

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⤷ reactorhearted.

the haunted look in bucky’s eyes is plain to see.  what’s harder is reading what it means, but tony can hazard a guess.  no matter the…  circumstances that have brought them together, tony hates to see him looking so lost.  he’d hate to see anyone like this, he reasons with himself.  doesn’t matter if it’s bucky or whoever.  so it’s no hardship to snap him out of it.  he’d do it for anyone.

being lost in the haze of terrible memories is something tony wouldn’t wish on anyone.

plastering on a small smile is easy, probably easier than it should be.  it doesn’t reach his eyes (  but then, it rarely does  ).  

❛  coffee it is.  ❜  his tone is light, still soft, but casual.  tony clears his own throat and takes a small step back, inclining his head.  ❛  we can do coffee.  c’mon, let’s get you caffeinated up.  ❜

oh, bucky really doesn’t like this.   he doesn’t like that tony’s looking at him with those damned eyes that see things  —  it’s different, it’s not steve or natalia (  natasha, natasha, it’s different now  ) or even the way barton or wilson do.   to steve and natasha, he is something personal, to barton and wilson he is well, mostly a threat who sort of isn’t one anymore.  barton’s more at ease with it than wilson is, which tells bucky he’s done this sort of thing before.   to tony, he...   should be a lot worse.

it’s still.   bucky’s head isn’t on straight and he knows it. 

wait.   what were they doing again?

coffee, coffee.   right.   he inhales, slowly, suddenly able to breathe again now that tony’s out of his space.   he can still feel the ghost of tony’s fingers carding through his hair, pushing the curls back from his eyes.   what was with that?

❛ bet you have the good stuff.   back in the day we mixed it with dirt to make up the difference, ❜   his lips quirk.   a familiar joke, one steve’s probably already made, but whatever.   bucky thinks it’s funny, so who cares.   caffeine and bucky’ll feel human again soon enough.   when he follows tony, he’s invisibly light on his feet, trying and forcing himself to be in his body instead of floating a little behind.   it sucks, and he hates it, and he’s a little  —  not suspicious, but concerned, maybe, ‘cause stark shouldn’t.   reasonably, shouldn’t be helping him at all.

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Inside me is a dark, unwelcoming forest filled with howling wolves.

they hunt in packs, (x)

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“All things considered, that could have gone worse. You make a pretty good sidekick.”

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make me choose → anonymous asked Sam Wilson or Bucky Barnes

↳ “Don’t look at me. I do what he does, just slower.”