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Winter Soldiers

HAPPY EARLY BEEFMAS

I’m posting this a few days early because idk what’s going on in the days leading up to Christmas work wise and christmas celebrations prep wise.

Also a beefy token of thanks to @readytocomply @steverogersnotebook @softpunkbucky and @wintersthighs (even though I think you’ve gone MIA the past few years D:)

[buckybarnesdiaries]

otchet o missii

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

part one ⸺ part two ⸺ bonus

request made by anon: Hi Maria you beautiful person you please be my friend 🥺 I kinda have a request but if it doesn't speak to you then you don't have to write it, could you write something where reader is an enhanced/ mutant (kinda like Wanda or Jean Grey so like crazy powerful and dangerous) and Bucky just will not let the government get near her because he knows they'll probably experiment on her to make her a weapon cause they're sus like that? It can be romantic or platonic no preference, if ya want, please and thanks sorry this was so long

word count: 1.165 words.

warnings/tags: none. dad!bucky being overprotective with his baby soldier.

author notes: re-posted because tumblr deleted it for no reason. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Soldat, stoy”.

(Soldier, stop).

Your eyes widened. Your heart raced. The time froze. That command clicked something in your brain, producing the spheres of flames concentrated on your palms to dwindle till disappearing. You had just one second to look around you, before turning at the firm tone of voice behind your back. You found yourself in the middle of Times Square, surrounded by different security forces, aiming at you with large-caliber weapons. Above your head, two helicopters were setting up a perimeter. The chaos spread around the long avenue. You didn't have an idea of how you ended up there, but you were scared like never before.

Turning slowly, your eyes landed on a pair of pale blue orbs. You didn’t notice the other people as a backup. A feeling of safety invaded you when he tilted his head confused, narrowing his eyes, trying to understand how it was possible that you were there. But before you could take a step closer to him, a twinge followed by an electric cramp shook your body. The last thing you heard before blacking out was an I got you, and a cold arm wrapping your abdomen.

BUCKY'S POV

Avengers Compound

06:03 pm, New York

“How do you know it’s not a trap set by Hydra?” Steve asked, reclining himself on his seat at the meeting table next to the rest of the Avengers.

“Because I trust her”. Bucky didn’t doubt replying, although he couldn’t understand why, hearing Stark clicking his tongue as he rolled his eyes.

“James, you don’t know her”. Natasha sighed, referring to the fact that being assassins together years ago meant nothing.

“I trained her. She owes me loyalty”.

“What’s that? Some kind of Stockholm Syndrome patented by Hydra?” Clint scoffed incredulously.

“Tell us what you know about her, Bucky. What you remember”. The captain asked his long-life friend, leaning on the table with both forearms rested against the edge of it.

The soldier gulped, deeply breathing, nodding his chin with his eyes lost somewhere on the dark oak. He explained how Vasily Karpov knew about you. An orphan with no family, no history, and a power of telepathy that allowed you to control the four elements as you pleased. Water, fire, earth, and air. From nowhere, your body could produce flames and throw them anywhere. Exactly the same you could do with water and air. Earth was different. Only by using your hands you could wild it as you want; creating earthquakes or holes, move it. The heroes around Bucky were stupefied. You were a potential danger.

Then, he told them about your skills. Karpov made him stay awake after killing Tony’s parents to train her. You were just a kid. And soon, you were a soldier with an angelic face who could kill anyone just by blinking your eyes. To tell the truth, the Winter Soldier was everything you had in this life. You two worked together, hand-to-hand, for more than ten years until he disappeared. With him out of the game, Hydra continued experimenting with you to replace him. But they reached a point where you couldn't bear the pain, losing control completely.

“Let me talk with her, please”. Bucky begged, touring his eyes around the people there.

“It’s too dangerous”. Vision affirmed, taking a position close to Tony.

“She. Owes. Me. Loyalty”. He repeated almost hissing, pointing out every word with his silver forefinger poking the table.

“You have five minutes before the Government brings her to the Raft”. Rhodes sentenced, crossing his arms on his chest. “Five minutes”.

Escorted by Steve and Wanda, who was the only one there that could control you, Bucky went down to the third sublevel. When the soporific made its effect and knocked you out in the middle of Manhattan, the Avengers managed to take you to their compound.

You were still stoned, but conscious enough to know what was happening around you. Everything spun inside the bunker. Your head hurt like hell and you felt a knot within the pit of your stomach that made you want to puke your guts. As the heavy door proffered a loud noise being opened you retreated to the farthest corner, placing your knees to your chest and wrapping your legs with both arms. Again, you were shaking. Terrified. About to beg for your life.

“Soldat, otchet o missii”.

(Soldier, mission report).

Your breathing became erratic as if the air wasn't enough to fill your lungs. You were at the edge of your crying, raising your hidden face from the gap of your knees. The Winter Soldier was standing some feet away from you. No expression on his face, as always, but with the small difference of a slight inkling of concern. He also looked skinnier, shorter hair, a grown beard. He looked healthier, free.

“Net zadaniya”. You whispered with a broken tone.

(No assignment).

“Soldat, otchet o missii”. He repeated taking a step ahead, hardening his voice.

(Soldier, mission report).

The command made you gulp a sob. Wasn’t he believing you? How could you lie to him?

“Net zadaniya”. You replied with no hesitation, standing on your bare feet and sticking your back to the wall. “Missiya ne naznachena”.

(No assignment. No mission assigned).

You noticed he wanted to turn to his partners, but he didn't. The soldier kept eye contact, coming a little more closer, invading your personal space without caring. He tilted his head forward, trying to find the answers to his questions in your orbs. But they both were emptied with the sole exception of the horror invading your chest and reflected on them. You didn't want to come back. You wanted to be released from Hydra's chain. You weren't an assassin, nor a monster.

“I wa… I was looking for… you”. Babbling, you confessed, being the explanation for why your mind took you to that place in concrete.

“Why?”

“Because you are the only person I have”.

His eyelids narrowed for a second, scanning your intentions, feeling frustrated by not finding anything hidden beneath your words. “Otchet o missii, soldat”.

(Mission report, soldier).

“Net zadaniya, Sergeant Barnes”.

(No assignment).

It was the first time you pronounced part of his real name since you met him many years ago and you could listen to his heartbeat increasing. Before you blinked, his metallic hand grabbed your throat and pinned you against the wall, watching the fury and the rage taking control over his grimace. Glancing above his shoulder, a redhead woman stopped the blonde man known as Captain America. Your gaze focused again on the soldier, loosening slowly the grip on your skin.

“Why don't you remember me?”

The last thing you knew about him was that the man behind him brought back the memories of his past life. His real life. But he was still looking at you with hate and revulsion. Of course, the Winter Soldier was conscious of who you were. What he had forgotten was how he felt about you. He didn't reply to your question, walking backward to the exit, leaving you there. Alone. Again.

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Need A New Apartment

Summary: You took Bucky in while he was on the run, not realising how much trouble he was.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 870

Warnings: Language, guns, fighting, implied death

“That doesn’t even make sense,” you said, your knife clipping through the silence as you finished chopping potatoes and dumped them into the pot on the stove. You glanced over your shoulder when you got no reply, only to see Bucky staring out of your apartment window. “Look, you’ve been staying with me for a week now and I’ve never asked what you’re running from. I don’t know anything.”

“You told him I was a vet,” came Bucky’s reply, distracted and more aggressive than necessary.

“He was worried about me. You think I have a lot of homeless guys sleeping on my couch? He’s seen you leaving the apartment building and he—”

“Do all your friends watch your apartment?” he shot back, leaving you a little speechless. You poured some salt over the potatoes while you gathered yourself but Bucky’s eyes were fixed on you now. He knew he had you backed into a corner.

“Come on Buck. He works at Walmart for fuck’s sake,” was the best comeback you could come up with. You were starting to second-guess yourself now. Come to think of it, he��d only started showing any kind of romantic interest a couple of days after Bucky stayed over. “All I said was I’ve got a war vet staying on my couch until he finds a place to stay.”

You neglected to tell him you’d also mentioned his first name. But he said he only went by Bucky, so this was probably just his paranoia. War could do that to you, right?

“They’re here,” he said in an empty voice, like he was already bored of the conversation. You ran to the window to see for yourself but he pushed you away, before the visitors parked on your street had a chance to see your face.

He grabbed the pistol he left on the coffee table, took the safety off and pressed it into your hand. “Lock yourself in the bathroom. If anyone breaks in, shoot them.”

“I can’t—”

“They’ll do worse to you if you don’t,” he said, but you still weren’t moving. You were just holding the gun, trying to come to terms with the fact that you’d been idly making dinner only five minutes ago like there was nothing wrong with the world. So he unzipped his hoodie and pulled his shirt down over his left shoulder. “Trust me.”

It was a mess. Someone had fused flesh into metal like he was some fucked up human experiment. The horror on your face made Bucky’s stomach turn but neither of you had time to discuss it. Not with the countless sets of heavy boots stomping up your stairwell and getting closer by the second. You ran into the bathroom, seeing Bucky pull out the machine gun he’d left under the sofa just as you shut the door and locked it.

The gunfire was louder than expected. You would’ve covered your ears if you weren’t holding a gun yourself, shakily aimed at the door. Shaking was no good. As you heard the groans and felt the vibration of bodies hitting the floor, you took a deep breath and forced yourself to calm down. You might not know what the fuck was going on, but you knew there was no way you’d let them take you.

Your heart pounded as the gunfire finally stopped, ears straining to hear the last remaining footsteps. They were heading towards the bathroom door, straight for you. Then they stopped.

“Don’t shoot, alright?”

It was Bucky. You took the safety off the gun and left it on the floor, jumping up to unlock the door. He slid in through a small gap and tried to shut it behind him with a quick, “You don’t wanna see.”

Screw that. This was your apartment. “Let me see,” you demanded, pulling the door open and stepping out of the room.

He was right. You didn’t want to see.

“The cops will be here any second,” you muttered, trying to count the bodies. But just as you realised you couldn’t hear sirens, Bucky put a hand on your shoulder. “No they won’t. Not cops,” he said, moving past you to examine one of the bodies. He looked for a badge first, then pulled the man’s collar back to reveal a tattoo. Some kind of skull with tentacles. “It’s HYDRA. They want me back. Or want me put down…”

The silence that followed was broken by the hiss of water boiling over and you ran to turn the stove off, turning back just in time to see Bucky grabbing the pistol from the bathroom – and yanking off the bath panel to take the backpack he’d apparently hidden beneath your bathtub.

“You can’t leave me with – what – eight bodies?!”

“I’m not. You’ve got to come with me.”

This was a nightmare.

“They’re gonna come back,” he continued, “Soon. We’ve got to go.”

“Go where?”

“I’ll find somewhere,” he said, but he could tell you weren’t convinced. All you could do was stare at the bodies, still hoping you might hear police sirens and everything would return to normal. Bucky stepped over the fallen HYDRA agents to get to you and held your face in his hands, drawing your attention away from everything but him. One hand was harder than the other and the image of his mangled shoulder flashed into your mind. “I’ll find us somewhere safe, okay? I promise.”

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Unprofessional-Brock Rumlow x Reader (Part 2)

(GIF credit to @wintersthighs)

Tags: @nekoannie-chan @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: 'Hello! Can I please ask for a part 2 of unprofessional? I really love that one'

Summary: (Y/N) prepares herself for her training with Rumlow, but as they spar, he gets her to rethink if she even wants to be in a relationship after what she's been through.

Part 1

Characters: Brock Rumlow x Reader (made up characters are included)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

(Y/F/C)=Your favourite colour

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, sexual tension, slight violence, fluff

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So I hear that Agent Rumlow is giving you a personal training session?" Director Fury said as we finished going through the agenda for that day.

"Sir?" I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"I had no idea you wanted to improve your physical skills."

"I'm sorry sir, should I have asked for your permission first?"

"No, I just find it strange." he had a smirk on his face.

"Why is that?"

"You're pretty much trained in the field of attacks and defending yourself, so you feel unqualified?"

"No, Agent Rumlow offered me some training. He pointed out that I wasn't aas sharp as I could be after witnessing yesterday's...incident."

"And he said that to you straight after the incident?"

I nodded.

He chuckled."He is a brave man."

My face dropped at his sarcasm, he was enjoying this. He dismissed me, and I returned to my office. I tried to focus on my work, but I couldn't; there were so many spelling mistakes, almost every five seconds, and I was becoming tired of myself doing it over and over again. I knew what was wrong. Brock was on my mind, that man who was so handsome that it should have been illegal. I recalled back to the times where I saw him come back from an intense mission, his face covered in bruising, stitches still fresh with specks of stained blood, but he somehow looked radiant; I would wince when I saw it, just like I would when catching a glimpse of a football game, all those gorgeous men being battered, what a waste.

"Hey," Yasmin, my friend and colleague, knocked on my door,"you having a late lunch today?"

"Hm?" my head darted up.

"You didn't join us today, we tried texting you."

"Oh, sorry. I've been catching up on work. I had lunch at my desk."

"I'm in need of a coffee break, you wanna join?"

I glanced at the clock."Actually Yasmin, I'm afraid I have a prior engagement."

"A prior engagement?"

"Come in and close the door."

She knew I was going to tell her some sort of gossip, and she excitedly shut the door, almost skipping towards the chair opposite my desk.

I couldn't help but laugh at her expression as she waited for me to speak."OK, so you know what happened yesterday?"

"You putting that bitch in her place, yes, I vividly remember the enjoyment."

"Well, Agent Brock Rumlow-"

"Leader of the S.T.R.I.K.E team and only the hardest man to get in the entirety of S.H.I.E.L.D, yes."

I rolled my eyes at her."That man has offered me a one on one training session at three."

Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open in shock."Are you serious?!"

I nodded.

"Well, what have you brought to wear?"

"Oh, nothing much, just the skimpiest, shortest dress I have with a plunging neckline for my cleavage, and my stripper heels."

"Oh, shut up! Come on, have you brought your cute (Y/F/C) two piece, gym set?"

"...Of course I did."

Yasmin punched both arms in the air."Yes! Oh my god it's happening. What did I say? What did I say?!"

"Yasmin, you're getting way too excited. I bet he literally just wants to train me. Brock wouldn't go out with a secretary."

"Uh, I'm sorry but a secretary is one of the most sexiest positions out there...and I'm not talking about actual sex, just the fact that men like it-"

"Oh my god stop!" I laughed."I'm not getting my hopes up anyway."

"Oh come on," Yasmin moaned,"he wouldn't have offered this for no reason. He is always busy."

"OK I have to get ready now." I stood, hoping she caught the hint.

She understood."You are definitely getting lunch with me tomorrow, and joining me on all my coffee breaks to tell me everything!"

I laughed as she squealed."I promise I will, as long as I can still walk."

She gasped.

"That wasn't supposed to be sexual!"

Heading to the women's locker room, I changed out of my work clothes, spending way too long looking at myself in the mirror. Should I have a high ponytail or a low one? Which one framed my face better?

"What are you doing?" I mumbled to myself.

What if he really did want to just train me? And what if I was putting in way too much effort? I could walk into the gym and make an idiot of myself, Brock could end up just laughing at me. As I made my way to the gym, I was more and more nervous. He wasn't there yet, but I felt like he was about to jump out at any point.

Once again, I caught my reflection in the surrounding mirrors, turning around to check the back of my body, sticking out my arse slightly.

"You look great, stop worrying." Brock startled me as he swaggered in, wearing a tighter top than usual.

I didn't reply, too embarrassed to even think about an answer.

"You sure you're ready for this?" he smirked.

"You're not going to go easy on me, are you?" I smiled, clasping my hands together so I wouldn't fidget.

"Of course not. But I think you can take it."

He started with a warm up, and I followed, nothing was said but I was grateful for that. I desperately tried to concentrate on myself, but who wouldn't take the risk to watch an insanely fit man working out beside you.

He swiftly grabbed a pair of boxing gloves, explaining how I should properly punch as he put them on me. As we stood in front of the punching bag, I did as I was instructed, blocking out Brock and imagining Victoria's face in front of me. It was evident who I wa thinking about, because Brock stopped me.

"I must say, that's much better than yesterday." Brock said.

"Well, yesterday was a bit more of an impulse." I admitted as I took off the gloves, grabbing a towel and wiping off the sweat.

"True. Your form isn't as bad as I thought it was."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant to be."

I was surprisingly happy to be slightly red from the workout, a good way to cover up my blushing.

"It's not like your enemies tell you they're about to attack," I pointed out,"it could be at any moment."

He suddenly grabbed my arm and twisted it back behind me."How right you are."

I quickly reacted and kicked his knee in, making him bend slightly. This made it easy for me to flip backwards over his shoulder, kicking him to the ground. As he grabbed my ankle, I straddled him as to not fall onto my back; however, he was too fast for me, and kicked his legs up so flipped over him, landing harshly on my back. There was no time to groan though, as his fist came flying towards me and I blocked it. Both of us managed to get back onto our feet throwing punch after punch, attacking in all corners. But knowing that Brock was much more skilled, he was able to take me down, landing flat on my back again. I tapped his arm as we took a breath, sensing he also wanted this to end.

"That was quite impressive." he panted.

I breathlessly laughed."Thank you. God, I haven't had this much adrenaline since...well actually yesterday."

"You're not as rusty as I thought."

"I'm surprised too. It's been ages since I was actually in the field." I took another deep breath, finally feeling my heart beat slow down."Can I ask you something?"

He stood up, holding his hand out to me. I took it, still surprised by his strength as he easily hauled me to my feet.

He answered my as he grabbed us two water bottles."Go ahead."

"Why did you offer this session? Really?"

He scoffed."You'll just laugh at me."

I took a swig of water, confused by his statement."So it wasn't just to improve my technique?"

"None of us have much of a social life outside of work, right?"

"Right." I dragged out the word.

"So where's the time for personal life? Like...dating?"

How did he seem so confident yet so shy?

"Uh, y-yeah. I suppose we don't."

"I'm fucking useless at this shit." he chuckled to himself.

"Brock," I boldly took a step closer,"of you wanted to ask me out, I would have agreed."

"So this wasn't the best tactic to ask you out?" he joked.

"I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it. Come on then, when are you free this week?"

"Actually, I have the weekend off."

"Perfect. I'm sure I can swap my schedules around. Get one of the interns to take over."

"You think Fury is gonna let you do that?"

"I'm secretly his favourite...or at least I think I am. And I haven't had asked for a weekend off in ages."

"It's not something we really do."

Without discussing it, we both headed out of the gym, side by side.

"No, but I'm going to. If the world is ending, they can call the Avengers, we'll be busy."

One of his eyebrows cocked up."If it's the end of the world we really will be busy."

I humorously scoffed at his statement, though didn't reject it. I leaned against the wall next to the locker room door."You really are a brave man."

"You better get this weekend off." he demanded as he started walking backwards, keeping eye contact with me.

"Don't you worry your little head agent." I confidently winked, disappearing into the locker room.

As the door shut, I sprinted to my locker, fumbling with the lock before pulling my bag out of it. I desperately tried to find my phone, almost screaming with joy when I grabbed it. I couldn't unlock it fast enough, quickly pulling up my texts as my fingers tapped away at the screen.

To Yasmin:

You are never going to believe what's happened! Actually you will. But I need you to come to mine and help me pick an outfit...and lingerie xx

[baseballbitch116]

You Die

Warnings: Angst

Includes: Rick, Daryl, Negan, Shane, Glenn, Carl and Paul

Rick:

He wouldn’t be able to think at first when he hears the news. He’d stare at the person for a while, almost waiting for them to say they’re joking, for you to come out and surprise him. He’d end up falling over, sobbing hysterically, and after he couldn’t cry anymore, he would get furious, going out and killing dozens of walkers. He would be broken for weeks, struggling to keep going on with his responsibilities.

Daryl:

He would stare at the person in shock, his lip quivering as tears threaten to fall. He’d holler at them, blaming himself and whoever you were with for not protecting you better, screaming for them to tell the truth. he’d go on a rampage, killing everything he came across, until he couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed, sobbing against a tree, begging for you to come back.

Glenn:

He would fall over, the pain too much to bear, crying hysterically. He’d lock himself away for at least a few days, unable to do anything unless it was kill walkers. He’d scream and punch walls and call out your name, praying you come back to him.

Negan:

When he’d hear, he’d get mad, possibly even killing the messenger. He’d go on a total rampage, killing everyone and everything, beating things with Lucille and destroying walkers, until he ran out of energy and was forced to realize that he would never see you again, falling against a car and crying as he called out for you.

Shane:

He’d pace back and forth, rubbing his head and starting to speak but pausing, unsure of what to even say. He’d end up walking away, heading off into the woods to take his rage out on the walkers. He’d collapse on the ground when he grew too tired, feeling like his heart was being ripped out, beginning to sob into his hands.

Carl:

He can’t even comprehend it. He just walks away, leaving to be alone, to try to wrap his mind around the fact that he’ll never see you again. And then it hits him, and he can’t stop silently crying, choking on his sobs, trying to stop the pain.

Paul:

He is broken when he hears the news, so stunned he can’t even move or breathe. He chokes out questions, trying to figure out what to do, blaming himself immediately for not being there. The second he is alone, he breaks down, falling to the floor holding onto something of yours and crying until he can’t breathe.

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FOURTEEN PEOPLE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

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ONE / name/alias Ruby

TWO / birthday 24th October

THREE / zodiac sign Scorpio

FOUR / height 5 feet tall

FIVE / hobbies nature photography, writing, drawing, painting, reading, video games, watching and analysing movies and tv

SIX / favourite colours stormy blue (like the colour of the ocean on an overcast day. absolute favourite) but also dark green, grey, deep red, black

SEVEN / favourite books Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder, The Martian by Andy Weir, and many many history books which I can’t recall (but they’re the most common thing I read)

EIGHT / last song I listened to Supermarine by Hans Zimmer

NINE / last film I watched in full, Spider-Man Far From Home. In part, Despicable Me because it was on tv and I just happened to be sitting in the lounge for a while.

TEN / inspiration for muse I’m not sure if I fully understand this one but I’m gonna go ahead and list domestic life and adventures as the main ones

ELEVEN / dream job set designer for films, or an outdoor lifestyle photographer (although they work freelance and I’m not sure I have the discipline)

TWELVE / meaning behind your url Snowpiercer is one helluva movie and it also has a cool name

THIRTEEN / top three ships Collins/Farrier, Steve/Bucky and uhhh (I always have two not three main ships) yeah there are several other small ones but none make it to top three

FOURTEEN / lipstick or chapstick chapstick, I’m not very good at being fancy and just hate worrying about lipstick disappearing while eating/drinking/existing ??

FIFTEEN / currently reading Our Air Force, published by Ward, Lock & Co (I can’t find an author, the book is from 1942)

I tag (and I might not make it to 14) @ritman-jpg @the-beeses-kneeses @shiveringsoldier @alaqatzam @x-lonelywolf @mrstmi @occasionallywritingx @dnitedraws @wishihadastetson @wintersthighs (as predicted I didn’t make it to 14)

[steverogersnotebook]

Have a MARVEL-ous Holiday

I finally got my holiday cards made and mailed. I wish I could mail one to everybody, but I ran out of time and mojo.

Here’s a virtual version for everyone!

@unclesteeb @yawpkatsi @maudelebowski29 @onceuponardj @baggijaggi @completefictionaltrash @catpainsteevrodgers @musicalninja @meleedamage @captaincentenarian @phoenixgryphon @elves-n-angels @avengerofyourheart @buckmebxrnes @viperbranium @stephrc79 @brendaonao3 @lillianfromaccounting @avenger-nerd-mom @sassyshoulderangel319 @jlstreck @ginabaker1666 @just-tea-thanks @gingerrootknits @4theluvofall @hopeless--geek @hawkguyz @hisredhenley @fasole-dulce @sebstanmoviesandtv @keepbuckybaby @kittyseb @lenok2k15 @master-of-duct-tape @mintmintdoodles @nicloetje @owlbbarnes @pahndamonium @positivelysebastianstan @readytocomply @relenafanel @ragnarokrevengers @rosebstan @sebbyismybronze @thewinterotter @unabashedlyfoggybanana @0n-y0ur-left @virtualgirlfriendsan @wintersthighs @captaincorruptor @phdna --- and anybody I have forgotten --- thank you so much for being you, for brightening my days, for being the good part of life. Happy Holidays!!!

[phoenixgryphon]

A MERRY EARLY BEEFMAS.

A not so lil something for @readytocomply @softpunkbucky THANK YOU FOR putting up with my fantrash beef shenanigans and fussing over Seb for another year, and being awesome B). As well as @wintersthighs for being the HD beef gif..er and not minding my askbox invasion, and finally @steverogersnotebook because I still can’t get over that you sent me that Buckycap funko pop + tiny TWS.

ANYWAY have some Buckybeef on a bike, I ended up looking up some 1950′s biker stuff because reasons and ended up heavily referencing this one old photo of Marlon Brando

[navybrat817]

Beefy Bucky. Beefy Alpha Bucky. Beefy Florist Bucky. Just gimme the beef. 🔥

[heyitbill]

10 Songs

I wasn’t tagged by anyone but I saw @valecitainwonderland‘s post on my feed.

Put your phone (WMP/Spotify/Youtube or whatever) on shuffle and write the first 10 songs that come on - than tag 20 people to do the same. My 10 songs (from my iTunes) are:

1. Reapers - Muse 2. This Town - Niall Horan 3. Sing - Ed Sheeran 4. Blue - Zayn  5. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays - Pentatonix  6. Heartache On The Big Screen - 5SOS (LIVESOS version) 7. Make You Believe - Little Mix 8. Daylight - 5SOS 9. Candy - Robbie Williams 10. Hair - Little Mix

I tag: @papi-chulo-bucky @retroasgardian @sebbymylove16 @sebbymylove16 @ageofultron @strum-memichael @sebbyismybronze @buckybarrnes @barnes107th @chubbysteebie @forassgard @steviebucks @starspngledman @buchanstan @stevenrogers @peterparkerc @wintersthighs @soldieronbarnes @hisbarnes @jamesbuchanans 

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.

[randomlittleimp]

Snooping

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library on shuffle and report the first 10 songs that pop up. Then choose 10 victims.

tagged by @frankcastlestanktop

1. Kill your heroes - Awolnation 2. Monster - Imagine Dragons 3. Fight Song - Rachel Platten 4. Tiptoe - Imagine Dragon 5. You ain’t Seen Nothing Yet - Bachman Turner Overdrive 6. Everybody wants to rule the world - Lorde 7. Do you wanna build a snowman (I’ve got kids - come on) 8.  Highway to Hell - AC DC 9. Oh No - Goodbye June 10. Clarinet Concerto in A Major, K.6:22: Adagio Tagging: @auduna-druitt @captainsbabysitter-blog @pinkamour1588 @thefanficfaerie @mistflyer1102 @girlslovesuperheroes @wintersthighs @readysteadytrek @yallneedtrek @dailybarnes

[ufffg]

Tag Game

Thanks @arrow-guy it’s much appreciated :)

1. Name: Hope 2. Gender: Female 3. Star Sign: Aries 4. Height: 5’1 5. Sexuality: Bisexual 6. Why I made a Tumblr: I’ve actually had several Tumblr pages throughout the years, this is the most recent that hasn’t been deleted or I haven’t forgotten the password to 7. Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff 8. Average hours of sleep: oh god uh not much during the school week. I try to at least get 6/7 9. Dogs or cats: I have neither because my mom is alleRGIC AND IT’S VERY SAD

I hope tags work: @wintersthighs @a-splash-of-stucky @sherrybaby14 @papi-chulo-bucky @violentlybarnes @caplansteverogers @flower-astronaut I know you but still @lancefuckrr @sebbystanimagines @aven

[kalika999]

vallisagarwaen

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wintersthighs: Frank Grillo’s selfie game has been...

@kalika999​ your tags are gold … #Brock be like I posted a selfie Jack did you see it???#Jack be like didnt you post one fucking 20 mins ago??

Haha XD You know Brock is pestering him every time asking if he saw it yet, poor Jack is trying to do something but can’t because Brock keeps bugging him about things like that lol

[hdthdthdt]

Get to know me!!

Rules: tag people you want to get to know better

Tagged by: @eiclips thank you so mUCH

Relationship status: Single and not emotionally ready to mingle

Favourite colours: Dark purple and maroon

Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick bc I don’t have enough confidence for lipstick

Three favourite foods: Dominos pizza, Chick fil a nuggets, and chips w queso

Last song I listened to: Bet on it -high school musical 2

Last movie I watched: The Last Jedi yesterday

Top 3 shows: Criminal Minds, Stranger Things, and Walking Dead

Top 3 bands: Panic at the disco, Cults, and Vacations

Books I’m currently reading: I don’t read much anymore but I was reading 1894 in school

I don’t know many people to tag but I guess just like

@flower-astronaut @sebsticles @allthebucky @wintersthighs @ohsebastianstan Obviously y’all don’t have to waste ur time if you don’t wanna