#I loved this one that you guys!

[hogans-heroes]

@avonne-writes and @slowsweetlove I just had to combine these because an idea wouldn’t leave me alone 🥰

Gale had tried to wrangle Bucky out of “borrowing” two bikes outside the London pub they had just left, but Bucky couldn’t be told anything when he was sober much less absolutely plastered, so of course Gale had lost the battle and was now pedaling as carefully as he could through the dark streets, barely keeping up with Bucky who was weaving all over and singing at the top of his lungs.

It was after midnight, and though the blackout rules made sure hardly a sliver of light was visible, the sky was clear and the moon gave enough light to see by. They weren’t far from their hotel—apparently Bucky was a good navigator even while soused—and Gale began to slow down in preparation for their next turn over the uneven, perpetually wet cobblestone.

Bucky did not slow down. He swooped into the turn with all the valor of a fighter pilot, but when the front wheel struck a hole, physics prevailed. The bike flew one way and Bucky the other, the latter smashing into a stack of crates and rolling onto the sidewalk.

“Bucky!” Gale cried, skidding to a stop. Jumping off the bike, he rushed over to extract Bucky from the pile of broken crates.

“M’fine,” muttered Bucky, shoving Gale’s fretting hands away and clambering to his feet. His hair was a mess and his flushed, scowling face was enough to make Gale snort, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh that was funny was it?” Bucky griped, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed him. He tried to take a step, but one foot had gotten wedged in a crate and he went down heavily in another clatter. His subsequent struggles to free himself made such a racket that a few stray cats fled for lives and Gale lost the battle with laughter, kneeling to save Bucky from his wooden assailant. By the time he was free both boys were wheezing and teary with laughter, and it wasn’t until Gale had pulled Bucky to his feet that he saw the telltale dark patches of blood on Bucky’s head and arms where his sleeves were rolled up.

“Ah shit, you’re hurt,” he blurted, still lightheaded from laughing as he grabbed Bucky’s elbow. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Bucky looked down at himself, grunted, and threw his arm over Gale heavily, leaning his entire weight. Gale rolled his eyes and adjusted to Bucky’s weight as he stacked the bicycles against the nearest wall, hoping their rightful owners would find them. With Bucky putting in minimum effort to walk, Gale wobbled them both the rest of the way to the hotel, frowning a little when he got a better glimpse of Bucky’s cuts and bruises under the lobby lights. They weren’t that bad, but still.

“Got a first aid kit in my bag,” he muttered. “You’re coming to my room first.”

Bucky hummed and offered no protest, so Gale took him up the elevator and to his own room, dropping him on the bed as he dug the little kit out of his belongings.

Bucky stayed unusually silent. Even when Gale returned and started examining the scrapes and small cuts littering his exposed skin, Bucky allowed the exam with half-lidded eyes. Only when Gale went to the bathroom and returned with a wet cloth did he break the silence.

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc?” he drawled, still drunk but not completely out of it. “Am I gonna live?”

Gale hummed reproachfully, focusing on cleaning the worst cuts, softening his touch when Bucky winced. This made Bucky scowl and shove at Gale’s thigh, the closest thing within reach.

“Stop babying me,” he said.

“I’m not trying to baby you,” Gale shot back. “It’s called taking care of you. And if you’d not make it harder I’d appreciate it.”

Bucky fell silent again, this time with a little pout on his face that Gale refused to think was cute. He finished cleaning and applied the cream, fingers lingering just a bit on Bucky’s warm skin. When he was finished, Bucky swallowed, licking his lips.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he slurred quietly. “Instead of my own room. I just…really don’t want to be alone right now.”

He sounded ashamed, not meeting Gale’s eyes, and Gale sighed.

“You haven’t been alone in three years, Bucky,” he said as he stuffed the supplies back in the pack. “It’s impossible in the air corps. Even when you’re on leave you’ve always got a girl or something.” Gale wasn’t exactly bitter, but Bucky’s words were pushing some sort of buttons Gale didn’t know he had, it was two o’clock in the morning and he was tired and irritated.

“It’s not the same,” Bucky muttered, picking at the blanket. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

Gale huffed and started to pull off Bucky’s shoes when he made no move to do so. “And what’s it supposed to mean?”

Bucky shrugged. He stayed sitting on the bed quietly as Gale went to change his clothes and brush his teeth, and when Gale returned Bucky had shed his own uniform down to undershirt and shorts, already nestled under the covers. When Gale looked at him flatly, hands on his hips, Bucky turned his big innocent eyes up at him.

Gale sighed again, pretending to be put upon when really, deep down, he didn’t want to be alone either. Turning off the light, he lifted the covers and slid in beside John, letting John pull him close and tuck his chin over Gale’s head. It’s something they never talked about, but didn’t have to. Little meaningless things like pilfered bikes and sharing a bed were sometimes enough to protect their hearts from the war raging outside. How could John’s breath in his hair, so tender, so fragile, make him feel so safe?

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[mychemicalbrromance]

Guys ive been reading peak

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[raggedytiger]

this is so bad but i permanently cropped the file so brutally that i can no longer edit it. whoops! also panels 4-7 were fully coloured but it looks better without for some reason. pomni (penny?) is such an ugly crier. i love my horrible failgirl accountant

[s0up1ta]

"so grunkle ford how do you know bill?"

"... that's not important."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[keirahknightley]

Costume appreciation series: Van Helsing (2004) dir Stephen Sommers

Costume Design by Gabriella Pescucci and Carlo Poggioli

[chloesimaginationthings]

Everyone “hates” Mike in the FNAF movie..

[hollis-art]

they can be best friends. they can be lovers. whatever they are, i am rooting for them

[keferon]

Empurata!Prowl tries to actually communicate for the first time

What if he wants to say something but he can’t. What if he has no voice to speak, no face to emote, no hands to write. What if every attempt to communicate a message is essentially a puzzle of wit and creativity and yet, the first thing he goes through all these troubles for. Is to say “I love you”?

Don’t ask me how did they get in this room. I have no idea. They escaped the battlefield somehow haha

Next->

[kuni-kuun]

and another mundane day

[lunarwednesday]

Kindly Miquella... I see you've thrown away... Something you should not have... Under any circumstances.

[riiserrie]

the demons kept telling me to make this

the forbidden He would not fucking say that but wouldnt it be funny edition. i do what i want ☝🤓

[vistarya]

May I have this dance, Mrs Tims?