#buck rodgers

[tomoleary]

George Tuska “Buck Rodgers” (undated)

[l0vergirlsw0rld]

OKAY OKAY OKAY-

WATCHING LOVE IS BLIND RN AND WHAT IF I WRITE A MCU ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHY CHOOSE FIC SERIES WHERE READER IS IN A DATING SHOW FOR SUPERHEROES/MUTANTS???

Like names/abilities/affiliations would not be revealed until the end (when you make your choice)!

Who would we like to participate as contestants???

[elissanatok]

﹒•˒⟿⭒「𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 ❞」ʿʿ ⟿☼ 2

↳✉⭒˞˔˙ː❛ -ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?✹⋮

◌༄۵ !𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎 !

!𝚂.𝚁. //𝙱.𝙱.// 𝙿.𝙼. //𝙿.𝙿. !

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍??? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 – 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾.

a/n: this is complete fluff I guess

Peter Parker felt his fingers twitch for the thousand time this morning. He wished he could give the one cup of coffee he had that morning the fault for this, but he knew something was wrong. He knew his senses were even higher than usually and the strong grip on the strap of his backpack did nothing to release some tension.

He did send Mr. Stark a message telling him something was wrong, but the moment he told him his problem was finger twitching Tony stopped answering.

His brown locks were ruffled, and Ned's eyes widened when he met him in the halls. "Woah what happened to you man?", he asked, analyzing his friend from head to toe. "I – I don't know. Something is wrong." He started rubbing the itching art on his body. Usually, he loved it. The fine sketch of a woman who's reading a newspaper, keeping her legs crossed, was his favorite part about his body. Although it wasn't really about him. It would make his day - looking at his waist in the mirror and tracing the lines till they had burned themselves into his mind. God, he loved the idea of her feeling his touch. And even after he found his favorite part to be the favorite part to three other men, he still couldn't help but give himself butterflies every time he thought of her.

Her.

Snapping out of his trance, he looked at his friend who was raising an eyebrow at him. "Did you listen to me? Hey dude where is your mind. I just told you the best thing ever!", "Sorry.", Peter mumbled, biting his lip. "So there's this new girl, alright. I have math with her. She's hot. So hot bro. And- and- ", "Yeah she's cool I guess." Both guys snapped their neck towards MJ, who was slightly smirking as she stopped next to them. "Yeah- so- ", "What's her name?", Peter asked wanting to meet her now that his friends already got to know her. "Y/n. Cool right?", Ned said grinning. "Yeah -cool. Look – I should go.", "You alright Pete?", asked MJ, to which he nodded, before he speed walked to his next class, just to freeze in the door.

Her hair was beautiful. Braided in some kind of pretty bun which he had no clue about. Her nose was wrinkled as she looked down at the notebook, the pencil tightly held between her fingers and her lips in a pout. "Shit.", he whispered, looking at her lips. They were rosy, not red, not too big, but not too small. The perfect match to his.

Wrinkling her eyebrows Y/n slowly looked up, but came to the conclusion she must have imagined the feeling of someone starring at her, because no one was standing in the door. No- the boy who was leaning outside of the room, with a rapid beating heart and red cheeks couldn't look into her eyes.

Everything he imagined could come true now, but he wished oh so dearly for it to be Steve or Pietro who got to meet her first. Look- Peter was an awkward, shy boy most of the times and even tough he would be the one to spend some time with her alone before he had to tell the others, he was scared shitless.

She wouldn't laugh at him if he started to ramble or said something that sounded wrong. Right?

Peeping around the wall he took a deep breath. Her legs were crossed, the same way the lady from his soul mark did. Another deep breath followed, before he closed his eyes and- he opened them again and fell right into a deep pool of y/e/c.

Y/n’s head was tilted slightly as her mouth went dry. "H-Hi.", she whispered and started fumbling with the rings on her finger to prevent from falling around his neck immediately. "H—Hey", Peter coughed out, getting even redder cheeks when he took in her smell. "So- you're my soulmate huh?", she asked, trying to ease him and herself a little bit. "I guess."

"Is that bad?", she asked nervous. "I mean is- am I- "Her self-consciousness was interrupted by her teacher walking thru the door next to them. "Mmh." She didn't find the words she was searching for, so she pointed at the door and left in a hurry. Great. Just Great.

It did exactly go like he always imagined. Not really tho.

He sighed, as he rubbed a hand over his face. He didn't even know where to start from here. He didn't know if he should tell the others first or get to know her. He was going to have a heart attack at the age of seventeen and it would be her fault. Y/n St. Lorenz would be the death of him.

Slightly she took her eyes of her book, when the sound of the chair next to her being pulled backwards met her ears. Peter -again- took a deep breath. "It's – uhm- fantastic.", he smiled, and tried to memorize her face. "What?", she whispered, and looked in his eyes again. "I- uhm- you know- you are – it's not bad that you're my soulmate. It's perfect. You're perfect." A blush spread over both their faces. "Oh- You don't even know me.", "But I would love to."

"I guess that can be arranged.",

"Great. I'm Peter -Parker uhm- Peter Parker.",

"Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I'm Y/n.",

"Perfect.",

"Yeah- Perfect."

[krispyweiss]

Steely Dan, R.E.M. to Enter Songwriters Hall of Fame

- Hillary Lindsey, Timbaland and Dean Pitchford also slated for induction

Steely Dan and R.E.M. are heading to the Songwriters Hall of Fame

The Dan’s Donald Fagen and Walter Becker and Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills and Michael Stipe of R.E.M. will be inducted June 13 alongside Hillary Lindsey (“Jesus Take the Wheel”), Timbaland (“SexyBack”) and Dean Pitchford (“Footloose”) in New York.

“I’ve said it before, but the music industry does not exist without songwriters delivering great songs first,” SHOF Chairman Nile Rodgers said in a statement.

“Without them, there is no recorded music, no concert business, no merch - nothing, it all starts with the song and the songwriter. We are therefore very proud that we are continually recognizing …songwriters who have enriched our lives and literally enriched music and the lives of billions of listeners all over the world.”

1/17/24

[likeafantasy]

[lolitastories]

————-Maybe———-

Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 2:

“Goodmorning, How can I assist you this morning?” The young lady at the front desk asked me.

��Hello, I am here to see Agent Penelope Garcia” I check my phone and verify if she has responded but nothing.

“Am sorry I don’t recognize that name”

“Of course. She and her team are here on the doppler case” Come on.

“Oh yes.” Thank god. “Let me lead you to the office she is using. I nod following right behind her. Once we arrive I give her thanks and she lets me walk in alone.

“Why haven’t you responded to any of my messages?” I can’t help but smile as her usually bubbly self engulfs me into a hug.

“Im sorry, I just wanted to get these papers filled out so I can have enough time to shop around before leaving tonight”

“Well new york is surely the place to walk around and shop”

“Sure is, so what's up” I take a seat next to her. She always made every place she was in hers, no matter how long she was in them. She was the one to bring the cases into a new level with a sense of emotion. We met here about 2 years ago when they requested my help. One of their agents was in trouble and needed to get his case resolved. He was being wrongly accused and working alognside her the most was the best. Since then we have kept in touch.

“My client was found dead last night from an apparent suicide, and my partner and I know that was not the case. He left a note behind and photos of the scene were taken.” one of the things I hate doing is asking for things, more when they haven’t asked anything of me.

“They took you off the case and they are just treating it as a soon to be closed one since he probably admitted guilt in the note” She surely is a smart bee.

“Yes. So my question is if you could..” Why does asking for help have my heart beating faster and wanting to punch myself?

“Get you the pictures? Sure. Give me a couple seconds” I let out a short laugh seeing her move her fingers magically over her keyboard. “I will send them to you using an encrypted address, so no one knows it was sent to you and no one can take them off your phone” After a short conversation I bid her goodbye. I was so lucky she was in town. I drove back into the office and straight into Matt’s.

“Hey got the pictures, did you get the videos?” I see him shake his head but move a file towards me. I open them up and see death certificates.

“There is no video eveidence in or around his home and the officers are of no help, but they did mention that” I see him point at the papers again. All in alphabetical order, all the suspects' death certificates. All killed one day during the week prior to Miller’s death. “Foggy spend his morning looking them up and even confirmed it with the families”

“Why would they kill Miller and the suspect in question? Eitheir we never got the right guy in our suspect list or they don’t care who they kill, loved one or not '' I throw the papers to the desk. It's like if I was driving down a road and had three ways to go. One was the easy way, just a straight paved road. The other one was a road that would take me days to drive. I would have to take a car, then a boat, a plane and finally walk on foot to reach. The third one I could see the destination but the bridge had just broken. The train broke. Everything is falling piece by piece. What was supposed to be our advantage and a step ahead brought us closer to nothing, nothing. Anyways, that just confused me more. I get up, popping open my phone. “I got the pictures of the letter and you are right it was definitely not a suicide note”

We spent the whole afternoon trying to figure anything out. Any connection to the Miller to the suspects or any of them to the 3 guys mudered and finally we got a lead. One of the suspects had the same marking left on the note and the three guys that were murdered. We looked back on the guy’s pictures and with the help of Foggy and Karen now we came to find that the suspect was close to another guy with the same marking on his wrist.

“I will send over the information to the lead officer” I nod at Karen. Our next step is to wait for them to take them into custody and wait for him to talk. Let the police do their jobs and have him give as much information as possible. What did that marking mean? Who was the suspect to him?

“Now what?” Foggy asked, as he is seated next to Matt and I. I take my phone out to check the time.

“Well it's 4:45. I say we take a break and resume this as soon as we hear anything from the police. I can’t miss Tony’s party and neither can you three” I part to my home to get ready. I rush home quickly, taking a shower and fixing myself up. Supricenly I look into the mirror and it doesn’t look like I havn’t slept well for the past 2 weeks. When I arrived at the tower the time hit 7:10. I took the elevator to the floor where they were having the party. It was a long way up but I finally made it.

“Look who’s here” I hear Tony scream from across the room. I would have turned right around but I notice Nat and Steve now behind Stark as he walks towards me.

“I brought you your succulent but those guys in the entrance took it from me” I say feeling his arms wrap around me and pulling towards the way he came from. “Happy birthday” I say quickly returning his smile.

“Thanks. I know you are a no show to parties but I want you to enjoy yourself tonight” I was about to argue with him but he always has to get his way or he won’t stop. “Come on do it for me. It's my birthday!” He grabs a drink from the waitress passing by and with that he walks away.

“I understand you’re his lawyer but that doesn’t mean you have to be his friend” I laugh at Nats words as I hug her, than Steve.

“I know I am not the most uplifting person but someone how in his little weird way he makes me like him. Plus the pay is good so if I have to come to these once every year I can take it”

“Well it's good to see you,” Steve says, handing me a drink. “So what has been keeping you busy from visiting us?” Nat and I follow him as he leads us towards the bar.

“I had this case that has been going on for 3 weeks and just this morning my client was found dead. Now it seems to be a murder but the officials want to pronounce it as a close case because some letter states he admitted fault” Damn I am going to need more alcohol.

“So they just want to throw him under the rug and call it a win?” I simply nod towards them stealing two cups from a waiter. “So what is the reason you think it was a suicide?” Before I could ramble on about what we figured out a tall figure walks behind steve and places a hand on his shoulder

“Hey man, I need to talk to you” The deep voice belonged to a dark-haired guy. Build with a strong stance. A vibridium arm. Call me crazy but I don’t even know how to handle my thoughts right now. Being in the presence of the avenger is not new. I know everything can be expected but not me becoming so infatuated with only looking at this guy for the first time. Who was he?

“Yeah of course” Steve got up, excusing himself from the table. “I will be back soon” I nod watching them both leave

“Bucky” I hear from the side. Quickly I noticed I was having a staring problem so I looked towards Nat with an awkward smile. “Well James Buchanan Barnes. He was stationed with Steve back in the 40s. We found him as the Winter Soilder”

“Oh yeah. You told me some details, before he had to go to Wakanda '' Nat mentions some things here and there but with her missions and my cases we prefer to leave our work lifes behind most of the times we hang out.

“Yeah. He seems much better now but I know its a struggle for him to get used to this world now” As she continues talking I can’t help but move my eyes discreetly towards them. The lights were low but when he was close I could tell they weren’t brown. His face was emotionless as he walked away but he tried to direct a smile towards us as he spoke to Steve. Being on the bad side most of your life and having to work for it now is not simple. “You like him.”

I shake my head, “No, no, just curious” It was true. He was the mysterious, cold looking, low voice guy in all of my books I have read before and fell in love with but I am too smart to know that something like that would work out. Boys in my books fight for what they want while battling their demons. When I see him I see a guy who has demons he has yet to overcome because the main demone is himself. He is struggling. His arm twitches and his head turns at every noise. He has things he needs to fix and if all my books are correct a woman may help but they want their space. Also the woman in the books does everything for them not to be alone and helps them fight their demons but I am not one to do so. I get scared and run away at the first look of difficulty. I am not the one to be placed with someone's trust and love. I can’t give you a correct response. I am not someone’s needs.

“Stop analyzing everything” She laughs while handing me another drink. “Is you were to stop anylizing eveythning and just go for it you would see how wonderful life could be '' She was right. Every move I make has to be foreseen by a pro and cons list. A breakdown of cause and effect. I break down my decisions and take the best route, even if my heart is telling me not to.

“Am a lawyer, that's what I do” I take a sip shrugging her off to change the conversation.

“Well how about for tonight you can be a girl in a little black dress who everybody in the party sees as carefree” I smile at her words. Of course I am not the one to let go but fuck it. Right?

“And what do you suggest, Miss. Romanoff?” She drinks her last glass and pulls out her hand.

“I suggest dancing like nobody's watching?” And that is exactly what we did. We dance past midnight. Many guests had left and while the rest were drinking and talking Nat and I were the only ones on the dance floor.

“Girls! The DJ needs to go” We both turned booing at Tony who was speaking through the microphone. “Don’t boo me! Go get some water!” We both laugh making our way to the other avengers. Which was only Steve, Wanda. Vis, Bruce and soon I knew Tony was going to come over.

“Hey I know you are not in the right mindset but I have something I would need help with in the morning?” Steve asked innocently which I only nodd to trying to gulp down a whole water bottle. “Its nothing just a ticket” I burst out laughing and soon the others follow.

“Goody two shoes got a ticket?!” Of couse Tony was the one with the nickname although everybody was thinking it.

“It wasn’t my fault! I was fed up with Nats feet on the dashboard and didn’t see the light was red”

“Well it wasn’t my fault either. You could just have ignored it but you chose to remove my feet yourse-'' We were caught off guard as the big windows outlooking the terrace blew up. I don’t know if they were the drinks or if I was just that tired but I don’t remember anything else from that night.

A/N: we are introduced to Bucky!!!. I am going to start writing the next part tomorrow and I want them to have a sort of enemies to lover kind of relationship but I don’t know how to get there. If you got any ideas feel free to comment. Thank you♥️

[mariocki]

Man in a Suitcase: Variation on a Million Bucks - Part Two (1.5, ITC, 1967)

"So, money and women make fools of us all. Which is making an idiot of you, Mr. McGill?"

"Both."

"Then you are twice damned."

[in-aether-case]

I’ve been thinking about the whole “whoever holds this hammer, if they be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor” thing. I had to look up ‘hold’ in the dictionary for this and it says “to grasp, carry or support something”.

Basically I had this idea that Steve was always worthy of Mjölnir but pre-serum Steve wouldn’t have had the muscle capacity to lift the hammer so he wouldn’t know he was worthy but unfortunately for my funny little joke, he technically could’ve always been capable of it. Although it might have made that alley scene in the First Avenger a lot funnier if Bucky took a swing, Steve trips over Mjölnir, ambitiously went to sweep Becky’s leg and just sent him flying. I’d watch it.

[fireproofphoenix]

Countdown t-minus one week before I can begin smoking again. Can't wait. Captain my captain? Yeah Capt Morgan still got 6mo till I see him again but I miss my green no lie lol

[testingthewatersss]

Hi! I'm still figuring the difference between messages/inbox tbh but as long as you send in the request I'll get to it. I'm trying to keep all requests anonymous when posted so sometimes I'll message a link to whoever sent it. If it's anonymous I might start replying to the message so the sender is notified (assuming that works)

thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <;3 (last disclaimer- I'm British so my only context for 1940s America is from movies and anecdotes)

Date Nights Trigger warnings for?nothing v v lighthearted fluff? Bucky Barnes x F reader Oneshot 1500 words fluff & comfort 18+ MDNI

Bucky tells you what your dates would've been like in the 40s.

"I'm tellin' you, Buck" Y/N beams, "if it's got food and candles, it counts as a date night."

Barnes is still tugging at his boots in the door way, looking apologetic as ever, like him being late off a Quin-Jet is something he could've prevented.

Her eyes roll, "It's fine- you text me to let me know you where behind schedule, the pizza has been here for ten minutes, and- you've finally got your boots off-"

He cuts her off with a kiss, dipping her back dramatically like hoping that the corny gesture might add to the romance.

The feeling of her laughter against his lips makes him smile so hard that his cheeks ache, and then they're eating and drinking red wine that is too good to have with stuffed crusts from Albie's.

and that's when his mind wonders again,

to dance halls and evening walks in formal jackets and what it might be like to push her on a rope swing in a pretty sun-dress-

"what are you day dreaming about?" Y/N chuckles, quirking a brow at the pinkness in his cheeks.

"…date nights" is the reply he settles on after a minute, pressing a kiss against her cheek before settling back onto the couch.

"wow" she says, laughing again, "that's impressive even for you, sweetheart, can you even get sweeter than fantasising about date night while you're literally havin' a date night?"

He rolls his eyes, before melting down into her lap. Smiling almost smuggly as she recieves him more than eagerly, discarding her wine glass to card through his hair with her fingers.

"Wait" she says teasingly, "Before you get all this fussin'- the person you were with in this daydream was me wasn't it? because if it was Steve your puppy dog eyes are goin' to be about 12% less effective"

"88% is still pretty good" he says playfully, before shaking his head in response to her mock look of hurt, "of course it was you, darlin' it just that back in my day-"

"Back in my day?" Y/N mimics, beaming down at him like he's the best thing she's ever seen, "Did you really just say that, outloud?"

Her teasing is tempered with unwavering affection, but still it makes him laugh, a true soft chuckle bursting through his chest when he realises how it sounds.

"Still" he murmurs, feigning grouchiness, "goin' on a date meant somethin' different back then, it was more of an event..."

"Oh, yeah?" Y/N presses, seeing the trace of nostalgia in his eyes, "tell me about it?"

He blinks at her, before looking away, genuinely bashful again;

"You don't wanna hear me dronin' on about ancient history, Sugar-"

"Actually" she objects, "After missin' you for 2 days because you've been galivanting across Russia, I think that's exactly what I want."

He paws at his jaw before sighing, surrendering to the arm your holding him by snuggling into your front.

"Well, they didn't usually include this much touchin' for a start"

"Is that a complaint?" Y/N quips, raising a brow in genuine curiosity.

"No- never-" he's quick to tell her, "I just don't really know where to start, doll. It's all real different now."

She just smiles down at him again, letting her thumb brush his temple as his eyes flutter shut.

"What would our first date have been like, d'ya think?" she asks, "and don't just rattle off some Grate-Gatsby story, I know you and Rodgers didn't eat Caviar in tuxedos when you took girls out for the night"

"God" he scoffs dreamily, smile firmly on his face now, "Gatsby was more my ma's era, darlin'… I'd have probably taken you out for a walk first, asked you when I could pick you up and spent a couple of hours gettin' myself ready… I'd have brought flowers, -I might've had to pick them from the garden-" he allows, "-but I'd have brought ya' something, and then I'd knock for ya'…"

"And would I be wearin' one of those pin-up style dresses, victory curls and red lipstick style?"

"No" he snorts, "All the dames back then wore sweat pants"

"You're gettin' sassy in your old age" Y/N is quick to tease, "I meant for a walk… since that's where you said you'd be takin' me… is that the kinda thing ladies got all dolled up for back then?"

He's grinning like a fool as he hums, picturing exactly the kind of thing she might've been wearing.

"It'd probably have been some kind of dress" he allows, shyly at first "somethin' nice but not, not the whole nine yards unless you wanted me to be fightin' all the other men in town away all night."

It's her turn to laugh then, it swims through his head like music, making his chest flutter happily.

"We'd probably spend a while just talkin', darlin', and I'd have asked you for a second date before I took ya' home."

"Is that when you'd have asked me if I had any friends for Steve?"

He chokes on a breath as he realises that's exactly when he'd have done that.

"and I'd have said "sure, but don't be late"… and then, you'd have arrived together at least 10 minutes after we'd arranged, but- you'd have been so charmin' that I wouldn't have minded one bit."

"Maybe" he murmurs, not wanting to tell her just how well she's got him figured out.

"And where would this double date be?"

"Probably dancing" he says surely, "I got tired of trying to take girls to the pictures with Rodgers. He could never stay out of trouble."

"He still hasn't figured that out"

He grins again, eyes still shut but as her hands go back to soothing his muscles, she notices that they're definitely relaxing.

"You'd have been more dressed up for dancing- but so would I, it'd be full uniform, sugar" he murmurs, "and you might've even found some stocking with seams if you'd thought I was worth the trouble…"

"Oh, you're definitely worth the trouble" she whispers, loving the dreamy quality his voice has taken on, it seems so sweet, how content he is just talking about all this, "I'd have done my hair too, and put on that lipstick"

He smiles at her description, picturing it so vividly in his mind that he could reach out and touch her lips and his fingers would come away red.

"And my pretty friend would be takin' care of Steve…" she tells him decisively, "so what would we be doing?"

"I'd get us drinks, doll…" he says, "the band would be playing, not through speakers like now, but they'd have a singer, and a whole set up, we'd ditch our glasses and I'd ask you to dance… there were always so many people there, sugar, the room was so warm- and we'd be laughin' and I'd pretend that I didn't… but if it was you in my arms I'd have forgotten all about Steve by the time the music stopped."

The fingers in his hair are like magic, drawing every facet of tension from his body as she untangles the strands with ease. He hadn't even notice how tense he'd been before. The mission had been quick and easy and without complication until the end, when Tony's "un-freezable" engine had frozen, needing 30 minutes to warm back up before they could head home. He'd been wracked with guilt for the entire flight, hating having to tell you he was going to be late for date night. The date night he'd been looking forward too all week.

"I'd have taken you for a bite on the way back to your place" he continues, clinging to the fantasy like a blanket in the cold, "I'd have wanted more time with ya'- so I'd have insisted on a diner instead of a hot-dog stand or somethin'… I wouldn't have let you drink to much, we'd have gotten cokes in the glass bottles- I swear, it tasted so much better than it does now, even with the rationing-"

"Is that when I'd steal your hat and put it on over my pretty curled hair?" she asks cheekily.

"hat?" he asks, opening his eyes to look at her curiously,

"You said you'd be in uniform- I've seen the pictures."

"Well, yeah, but-"He blinks, still not understanding "Why would you take it, doll?"

"Isn't it like cowboys?" Y/N presses warmly, still carding through his hair

"Cowboys?" Bucky echoes, confused.

"Mhmm" she hums in confirmation, "plus, if I ran away with your hat, you'd definitely follow me home wouldn't ya?"

"I'd have walked you home anyway, m-maybe even kissed ya' at the door if I was feelin' brave" he stammers, still caught up in the mental image of the most beautiful girl in the world wearing an outfit that would've put Marilyn Monroe to shame and his hat.

"Well, yeah" she agrees, "but this way you'd have to chase me inside."

Suddenly, a flush fills his cheeks as the imagined dress vanishes, leaving him with a fantasy that does more than make his face hot.

"It's your birthday in March" Y/N says coolly, "I'll see what I can do".

Masterlist

[supercap2319]

"Wow. Someone's getting into the Halloween spirit aren't they?" Y/N said, a small smile on his face as he looks at his boyfriend in his costume. He wore a blue pouch with a matching handkerchief. Cowboy chaps on the side of said pouch. A brown harness over his athletic body. Brown boots and hat to match. A real Buck Rodgers.

Sky smiled at him and dipped his hat in cowboy fashion. "I heard you're a cowboy cum slut. Just wanted to see if that was true."

Y/N groans as his cock was instantly hard at that. So few words from Sky could make him hard beyond belief. "Jesus, Blue eyes."

"You wanna ride my big and hard saddle, Baby boy?" Sky asked, voice hot and husky.

The Ice Fairy nodded and Sky led him to Silva's private bedroom.

[francesderwent]

my brain is fried i'm so overtired I've cried spontaneously at least once a day for the past three days will you please help a girl out with a soft cozy wholesome movie recc please and thank you

I’m so sorry my dear!! I dug to the depths of a bunch of old tag games and my film tag and this is what I came up with!

when I’m strung out I tend to gravitate to movies that will make me happy-cry so this list will at moments tend in that direction. I tried to sort by what was available to stream now, and the sub-lists are in no particular order

if you have amazon prime (the basic package):

Penelope (2006). highly recommend, a funny little modern fairy tale about a lonely young girl searching for a way to break her curse. this one heals something in my heart

Stardust. also highly recommend! a chaotic fairy tale about true love and what a person would do for it.

Street Gang. the Sesame Street documentary. sometimes people are good and they’re trying to make the world a better place and they’re doing it with their friends.

How To Train Your Dragon. it’s a perfectly executed film and the score and animation is gorgeous. (also available on netflix)

if you have netflix:

Feel the Beat. a dance flick about a seemingly cold-hearted ambitious young woman becoming a dance teacher in her hometown

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. so so so rewatchable.

She’s the Man. the funniest movie on this list and possibly of all time. I have never shown this movie to a person who didn’t end up loving it. it’s Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night at boarding school as a soccer movie

if you have tubi?? you might not need a membership I don’t know how tubi works??

The Music Man. some of the best costumes and choreography my favorite age of movie musicals had to offer. a con man comes to a small Iowa town and starts to want to believe in the beautiful lie he’s selling.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. this movie was written by Roald Dahl and it is buck wild. widowed inventor and his two children buy a broken down racing car and?? hijinks and musical numbers ensue

if you have disney plus:

Princess Diaries (1&2). we know them, we love them.

Sky High. if you haven’t seen this, I highly recommend it because it is silly fun but it understands the genre it’s playing with.

Newsies (1992). scrappy newsboys form a union, sing songs, punch each other, ???, profit

Holes. the single best adapted book to film ever? the cast commentary is also hilarious

Rodgers and Hammerstein Cinderella (1997). absolutely delightful. Whitney Houston as the godmother! Jason Alexander as the butler! Brandy as Cinderella! Bernadette Peters as the stepmother!

if you feel up for a trip to the library, things to look for:

The Hundred Foot Journey. I only saw this one once but it’s about a family who opens up an Indian restaurant across from a Michelin-starred French restaurant and it’s gorgeous

A League of Their Own (1992). sisters! best friends! married women and their disreputable drunk coach friends!

The Secret Garden (1993). highly recommend! this one fixes me down to my bones.

This Beautiful Fantastic. also highly recommend! a woman who’s afraid of the world falls in love with it.

Secondhand Lions. also highly recommend!! a boy gets dropped off with his great-uncles for the summer, hears possibly made-up stories of their wild and adventurous youth

August Rush. a young musical prodigy searches for his parents.

Sense and Sensibility (1995). if you need Austen energy, this is the one.

Cinderella (2015). this movie is so gentle and so lovely.

Little Women (1994). life is gonna be hard and sad but it’s gonna be beautiful and the love will endure!!!

I hope this helps and I hope you feel better! ❤️❤️

[wildlife4life]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the always lovely and amazing, @spotsandsocks @malewifediaz @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @wikiangela @daffi-990 @elvensorceress and @bigfootsmom Thank you all so much and I'm super excited for all your upcoming works!

Last night ya'll... I'm still reeling and pinching myself because the whole Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce lyric change and kiss! OMG! So in honor of my favorite player basically winning on his bye week, I have unpaused from NFL Buck and bring you this.

Buck's first in season game back from his leg injury had every nay sayer and Watson advocator go silent. 432 passing yards, 45 rushing, 4 touchdowns, and a solid 32-10 win over Aaron Rodger's Green Bay Packers. Astonishing. A fairy tail ending from a horrible beginning. It took every fiber of Eddie's learned military patience and control to hold himself back from running down to the field and personally congratulate Evan. "Squeeze him extra tight for me." He told Maddie, before she stepped off the elevator towards the family waiting area. Eddie adjusted his grip on a sleepy Christopher and watch his reflection slide in with the closing doors. "He won daddy. With his bad leg." Christopher murmured in his shoulder. "I knew he would." The smile that had fallen earlier at the reminder of Eddie and Evan's closeted situation, returned hearing his son's bright optimism. "Never a doubt mijo." Later, in the privacy of their own home, Eddie stared up at the red door canvas photo that gave them their beginning. 'Just walk in.' A motto Buck took to heart during his recovery. Just walk into the doctor's office, you won't know what the prognosis is until you do. Just walk into physical therapy, even if you think there is no point. Just walk into team locker room, you and the team need you in there. Just walk into the stadium, show them all Evan Buckley is the starting quarterback. Just walk in the front door and kiss the man you keep hidden, but loves you so much that he values the reasons to stay hidden. Just walk in. And Evan continues to do so. He walks in their front door. Eddie turns to him, steps forward, throws his arms around those broad shoulders, and kisses him like he wanted at the stadium. All consuming, filled with love, and oh so damn proud.

Hehehehehehehe. YES I am giddy through and through, and I hope you all enjoyed! All things NFL Buck can be found here.

Tagging (no pressure): @bekkachaos @watchyourbuck @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @jeeyuns @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @ladydorian05 @devirnis @eddiebabygirldiaz @loserdiaz @spaceprincessem @thekristen999 @lizzybizzyzzz @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @spagheddiediaz @try-set-me-on-fire @shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1 @lover-of-mine @rogerzsteven @eowon @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @911-on-abc @cowboydiazes @hoodie-buck @vampbuckley @brokenribsdiaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @arthursdent @glorious-spoon @buddierights @athenagranted @rainbow-nerdss @gayhoediaz @gayedmundodiaz

[lovebugspots]

welcome to the helicarrier, barnes

info: welcome to the helicarrier, barnes

chapter one; a lover of past.

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"You will welcome Barnes kindly, and this is directed to you, Stark" Fury had said plainly, all Tony could do was roll his eyes and scoff loudly. "You hear me?" Fury had barked out, with another signature Tony Stark eye roll he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah be nice to the man who killed my mom and dad." All Bucky could do was look down in shame but Natasha put a hand on his shoulder and mumbled to him in Russian.

"Ignore his ass." He chuckled softly and nodded, still being as quiet as ever.

"Since we are all here right now, I have a mission for you, Romanoff." Fury turned to the Black widow and she nodded, her beautiful red curls bouncing slightly.

"Hit me." She said firmly, they all look at the war table and a small hologram of a woman, no older than 30 popped up. Bucky's eyes widen slightly and he turned to Natasha and said to her n Russian.

"That can't be...is it her?" Natasha was equally shocked but hid it more. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked back up at Fury and into his one singular eye.

"Y/n Agapov, known as the Winter Widow was selected by HYDRA to create the first and only other successful Winter Soldier besides Barnes, she was in the Red Room. And you knew her, Romanoff." The head of S.H.E.I.L.D stated to the group of men and women, all Bucky could do, was stare at her delicate features. It was almost like yesterday, when he first met her.

"Romanoff, you leave tomorrow night and head to Washington D.C. There have been multiple reports of random deaths and we think its her, you will take her here into custody of S.H.I.E.L.D. I do not care how you do so, we need her here. You have a week to find her" Fury looked at her and she nodded.

"Yes sir." She said firmly and Fury nodded in apporval.

"Good, then you all are dismissed. Oh, Rodgers, held Barnes set up his room." Steve nodded and everyone walked off, Bruce to one of the labs, Tony to his room, Natasha to the training room, and the others all out and about on the helicarrier.

"Thanks, Steve. Y'know, for clearing my name." Bucky said softly, his eyes on his best friends ocean blue eyes as he chuckes and puts his hand on Bucky's right shoulder.

"Of course, jerk." He chuckles and Bucky just rolled his eyes. They walked through the automatic doors and into another part of the large jet that had another war table, but for them to look at bounties and such, they walk up a small flight of stairs and next to Steves room there was a small sign above the door that said 'Sgt. Barnes.'

Bucky puts his flesh hand on the small hand scanner and walked inside to see a plain room, no decoration but just a small desk, bed, bathroom and a closet.

"You can get stuff you want, ask Tony-" Bucky looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"I won't be askin' him for anothin'..." He mumbled and Steve sighed and looked around and saw his clothes, all plain red, white and black Henley's, dark blue or black jeans, one brown leather jacket, his gloves and a black hat.

"Buck, you gotta get creative. And with your clothes too." Steve mumbled and Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to his closet.

"Whats is wrong with my choice of apparel?"

"Who says apparel?"

"Me, punk."

Steve rolled his eyes and turned around to walk out.

"I'll be at the main deck, you get situated." Steve gave a warm smile and walked out, the automatic door shutting behind him. Bucky sighed and sat down on his bed, thinking. Something he does to much nowadays. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

three days later

She had blood splattered on her face as she showered, her body littered in scars as the hot water trickled down her bare body. She heard faint scratching noises, she knew damn well it was Natasha.

"I do hope you know that its rude to break into someone apartment while they shower." She said firmly and Natasha froze, she walked to the door with her gun in hand and opens the door to find Y/n in her towel, her hair dripping wet and her body glistening.

She had a pistol in her hand and Natasha just gave a small grin.

"Well I just wanted to see my old friend."

"Oh really? Why do you have your S.H.E.I.L.D uniform on, hm?" The woman snapped back, her y/e/c eyes dark, not showing any emotion.

"Listen, I'm here to recruit you."

'That's a lie.'

Y/n scoffed and said in Russian.

"They already have their hands full. Why the hell would they want me." Her voice was sharp, and dark. she circled around Natasha and eventually put her gun down and walked to her room."Natalia, you know they don't want another assassin." She added on in Russian and Natasha sighed and walked with her, also putting her gun down.

"It's complicated, but please, I just want you to do this one thing for me one last time then I won't ask for any more favors." She responded and Y/n sighed and takes her towel off and puts her clothes on. A simple pair of black sweats and a Mayhem shirt.

"Fine, only if you promise me that this is the last thing you ask of me for a while." Y/n turned to look at Natasha and she nodded.

"Promise."

Y/n smiled then hugged Natasha, her arms wrapped around her chest. Natasha could smell her perfume, the mango and grapefruit and tonka bean filed her senses.

"You still wear Ed Hardy?" Natasha sassed playfully and Y/n rolled her eyes at her comment but grins nonetheless.

"Yeah, you got a problem with it Natalia?" She snapped back playfully and Natasha pulled away and gave smile, a genuine smile.

"No, just weird how you have been wearing the same perfume for the past 8 years." Natasha shrugged and looked around Y/n's apartment and saw all her Miss me jeans, her plain black, white and sage green long sleeves. "God and your style is still the same, you still wear these horrendous shirts that never show off anything?" Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Yes, Natalia. But they show my figure!" Y/n whines and Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically and looked at her.

"You wanna head out right now so we can get this over with?" The red-head questioned and Y/n nodded while grabbed her pistol and puts it in her purse.

"I guess." She smiled at her old friend they walk out of her apartment. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

Once they got to the massive helicarrier, several agents all tackled Y/n.

"Y/n I'm sorry..." Natasha mumbled and Y/n looked up at her as they tranquilize her with sedatives that would kill the average human.

"N-Natalia-" she mumbled before her hit the floor, everything went black.

The S.H.I.E.L.D agents all drag the Winter Widow into a cell and lock her up with metal cuffs and inside a glass case. Similar to the one Bucky was in once. All the Avengers plus Fury and Agent Maria hill were in the room with the locked up assasin.

Bucky's eyes were wide with shock as he looked at her unconscious body, he hated seeing her, or anyone in that damn cell.

"Why do we have to lock her up? Can't we just talk like normal people?" Sam asked and turned to Fury.

"We don't know what the hell she'll do. She could be agreeing, then murder us all in our sleep." Fury muttered sarcastically, right as he said that her eyes started to flutter open. "Well good morning Mrs. Agapov! I hope Romanoff didn't give you too much trouble." Fury stated in his usual sarcastic tone.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" Y/n yelled as she looked around, her eyes landing on Bucky and she stops everything and whispers in Russian "James..?"

His eyes widen, her voice was so soft, and angelic it made him weak in the knees. It was almost prayer-like. All he wanted was for her to break free and be happy, not be here, caged.

"Oh my god..." He mumbled and Fury looked at Y/n.

"I see you know Barnes as well, how?" He asked as he circled the caged woman, his one eye burning into her soul.

"Why should I tell you?" She asked, her eyes were cold, and sharp. It made everyone except Fury feel uneasy.

"Because we are debating whether locking you up or not." She scoffed and sat back, her eyes not looking away for one second.

"Should I, James?" She questioned him in Russian, all he did was shrug.

"Leave out the bloody parts, nobody wants to hear that," He responded and Fury rolled his eye.

"Any day now, Mrs. Agapov." He barked and she rolled her eyes and said firmly.

"He trained me and Natalia in the Red Room. We had become...good friends. He taught me how to fight, and he is why I was chosen for the Winter Soldier program and was given Super Soldier serum." She stated simply, and Bucky nodded when Fury looked at him for confirmation.

"I see, well, Mrs. Agapov, we think we could use you for the greater good of this world. So I have a deal." Fury looked at the woman and she nodded. "We will clear your name and all information of you being in the Red Room, only if you agree to become one of us. Whether it would be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent of Avenger."

She bit her lip, thinking. She nodded and Fury stood up.

"Good, now, for now you will have to share a room with Barnes. We will get you a room in a week." She nodded and Fury motions for the agents to start unlocking her, but she felt Bucky’s eyes in her, not that she minded how he looked at her so adoringly…

Once she got out of the metal and glass cell she walked over to bucky and smiled softly.

“James…” she mumbled softly and he smiled. His eyes where filled with happiness. -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

DATE; UNKNOWN

The woman and man were leaning on one another, her soft y/h/c locks cascading down her shoulders, his chocolate brown hair in a small pony-tail and his head was on hers. His eyes shut as so were hers and he whispers to her in Russian.

"Darling...I..." He started but she looked up at kisses his chin and mumbled to him.

"I know, James..." She started, she sighed and looked back up at him. "I'm afraid too...I-I don't want to forget you..." All he could do was sigh and put his hand on her head and run his hands through her soft hair. He presses a soft kiss on her temple and mumbled into her hair.

"No matter what, I will find you. Or you find me...Either way, we will find each other, no matter what my love" He looked down at her and she smiles softly and sat up a bit, looking into his eyes and letting the night take them away... -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

"I guess you were right about finding each other once again..." She muttered out and walked closer to him, he wore his white Henley, a brown leather jacket, dark blue jeans and a small black baseball cap.

He smiles and puts his metal hand on her right hand and motions for her to follow him.

"C'mon, дорогой, your stayin' with me for the first bit." He smiles a big goofy grin, like a school boy who is showing his crush something. She just giggles and followed her as well, like a lovesick puppy (which she always was one after she met Bucky)

They walked out of the chamber and up to the main hallway, and into the area with privte quarters and to his room that was labeled with 'Sgt. Barnes.' He used his flesh and and the two walked inside. She looked around the extremly plain room and looked at him.

"James, why...why so plain?" She asked and he let out a hearty chuckle as he sat down on his bed.

"I just moved in, дорогой." He teased lightly and she just rulled her eyes and plopped down on his bed next to him and laid on his tummy. "Oh c'mon, fallin' asleep on me already?" He teased more, his soft and husky voice rining through her ears.

'I swear to god that voice does something to me.' Y/n had thought to herself but she stuck her tongue out at hi and he mirrored her actions as he takes his jacket off.

"You have clothes?" She shakes her head.

"No, but I can sleep in this-" bucky cut her off by throwing her a random shirt and his boxers.

"Jus' wear my clothes. And don't think I don't know about the stress sweat you got while they locked you up doll." She blushed bashfuy and chuckles softly.

"You know me better than I know myself apperently." She teased lightly and takes his clothes and walked to the small bathroom and closed the sliding door to change.

Bucky just smiled and changed himself, he wore a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top. He sat on the floor and laid down, still not used to his bed. She walked out, the shirt coming to her thighs and the boxers hiding her most sacred and intimate parts of her body

But god she was still beautiful in his eyes.

And if anyone thought his girl wasn't beautiful they are batshit crazy to think that. Because his girl was perfect.

She sat down next to him and mumbles into his chest as she leans into him.

"Still don't sleep on a bed?" She questioned as her voiced was muffled by his chest and he chuckles as he wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up and puts her on his bed and checkles as she rolled her eyes.

"James..." She whined and he rolled his eyes as he plopped on top of her, earing a loud groan of displeasure from her. "Your an ass, you know that right?" She said sarcastically and pushed him off of her, using her strength.

"Oh I do." He teased and looked at the woman he is so absolutely fucking in love with. All the times he would rant about his mysterious woman to both poor Natasha and Steve, the hours and hours of him just rambling about her beauty...how poor Wanda accidentally tapped into his mind and saw him having sex with her.

To which she never recovered and nobody knows.

She rolled her eyes and pulled on his flesh arm and dragged him into his bed. Once he finally laid down she mumbled softly.

“Are we moving to quickly…? I mean, Im not complaining it’s just…”

he cut her off and said softly.

“Maybe we are, but I missed you so damn much.” His blue eyes looked into hers and she just chuckles lightly and puts her head on his chest.

“Alright…and are we gonna have to keep this a secret, James?” she questioned and he shrugged.

“Unless you want the whole team to know then yeah. I would tell Steve but he can’t keep a secret for the life of him.” she rolled her eyes and snuggled into him and he happily wrapped both his bionic and flesh hand around her body.

She looked up at him and she smiled, he truly was her light at the end of a tunnel. He was everything, and anything to her. They way his sharp eyes were always soft and tender when he looked at her.

“Then a secret it is…” she mumbled into his chest, all he did was smile and hold her. Yeah, they did once love each other, but he felt like it was to fast just to jump back in.

But then again, they never had the freedom to do as they wished, never able to snuggle with one another to sleep, be able to talk freely in-front of others.

Yes, they want to be in secret (or just private) but they could finally talk, just talk about nonsense. Be able to see one another in their truest form.

Maybe being an Avenger won't be so bad after all... -͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆-͟͟͞☆

[mariocki]

Man in a Suitcase: Variation on a Million Bucks - Part One (1.4, ITC, 1967)

"Don't go, McGill. I'd hate to see you killed before you paid me."

[team-118]

walk with me, 911blr. we're hitting Broadway.

Pal Joey is a golden age musical written by Rodgers (yeah, that Rodgers) and Hart. In act one, Vera Simpson sings a song that should sound familiar: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered. The song has become a musical theatre staple, but you'll know it from the title of 911's very own s7e4: Buck, Bothered, and Bewildered. Bewitched has been covered and adapted so many times (as has Pal Joey!), but we're gonna teleport all the way back to the 40s and check out the original Broadway musical to see if we can't learn anything about our characters. ready? cue the overture!

Let's meet the cast. Buck's going to be Vera Simpson, the wealthy socialite and main love interest, since Vera sings Bewitched and that's where we find the title of our buckisode. Eddie will play Linda English, the first woman who catches Joey's eye, since he strikes up a friendship with Tommy first. I cast Tommy as Joey Evans, the nightclub performer and our leading man. While 911 draws parallels to Pal Joey, our main cast (Buck and Eddie) is different to the musical's (Joey/Tommy), so while the basic storyline stays the same, the framing will change. okay, lights up!

This is a lyric from "You Mustn't Kick It Around", Pal Joey's opening number. In track 1, Joey auditions to emcee for nightclubs around NYC. On 7×04, we see the song lyrics parallel Buck's attitude. Here's some more from the same song:

you like the screenshots? me too.

Soon enough, Joey meets Linda and flirts with her. Linda is so on board. They hit it off ("I Could Write A Book")! In 7×04, we see Tommy and Eddie hit it off, too. Joey invites Linda to his nightclub, and Tommy takes Eddie to a fight in Vegas.

That night, Linda and Joey are both at the club ("Chicago") - but so is Vera Simpson, aforementioned wealthy (married) socialite, who flirts with Joey and captures his attention. Joey flirts with Vera, and Linda - seeing the two of them together - leaves the picture. In 7×04, Buck crashes Tommy and Eddie’s pickup basketball game and tries to get Tommy’s attention (or, well). Buck sprains Eddie’s ankle and takes him out. Stay with me here, we're still in the inciting incident.

lyrics from "That Terrific Rainbow":

Joey calls Vera ("What is a Man") for a second chance. In 7×05, we see Buck do the same for Tommy. (Yes, the characters are switched - but Vera sings this song, so the meaning still translates.) The last couplet here really drives home both Buck and Vera's positionality about their new relationship. The difference is that Vera is aware of it, and Buck isn't.

Joey and Vera start an affair ("Happy Hunting Horn"), and indulge in it.

Vera and Joey, and Buck and Tommy, are chasing something new without really achieving emotional fulfillment from it (the next song backs this up). For Vera, this is a point of frustration, but she knew what she was getting into. Alright, ready? Here comes the fun part. On to the next reblog!