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Bucky that isn’t how u play D:«

FILLED UNDER: Steve Rogers;  Bucky Barnes;  Stucky;  Natasha Romanoff;  Sam Wilson;  on a mission and not really here;  

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Urgh so tired of feeling like a failure and complaining so I’m just gonna upload my art no matter how awful because FUCK YOU THAT’S WHY.

FILLED UNDER: Steve Rogers;  Tony Stark;  Stony;  Superhusbands;  on a mission and not really here;  

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Robert being adorable.

#i cry daily because of you  #i cry daily because of you and i’m okay with it 

FILLED UNDER: things Steve likes;  on a mission and not really here;  

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FILLED UNDER: faceclaim;  on a mission and not really here;  

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Send my muse a couple stars


✪ = I wanna kill you
✪✪ = I hate you
✪✪✪ = I kinda dislike you
✪✪✪✪ = You’re okay
✪✪✪✪✪ = Whoa you’re kinda cute
✪✪✪✪✪✪ = Stop being so perfect
✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = *nosebleed*
✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = oh god you are hella sexy
✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = I wanna have sex with you
✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ = Marry me

FILLED UNDER: meme;  on a mission and not really here;  

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Let’s play the ‘Word Association Game’! Send my muse a word { or name } & they’ll respond with the first word that comes into their head.

FILLED UNDER: meme;  on a mission and not really here;  

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Send me a Symbol for...

✆: your character's icon in my phone
♬: your character's ringtone
☒: a frantic text message
✉: a threatening text message
☎: a voicemail left by my character
♪♫: our characters' song
☠: a goodbye letter to your character
☼: a morning after letter to your character
❣: if I ship our characters or not
♥: how my character feels about yours
FILLED UNDER: meme;  on a mission and not really here;  

1 day ago with 1 notes Reblog 

((Okay, world. I think I’m gonna leave for the night. It’s slightly past midnight and I should grab some sleep because I have  along way back home tomorrow. Finally leaving the base, yay.

So… wish me luck that I am allowed to get away early enough. And that there won’t be any traffic jam. So… I love you all and a big hug to all the people who just started to follow me. Thanks a lot <3333
See you tomorrow then :3))

FILLED UNDER: outofcap;  

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I don’t want to [closed]

The look on his face was not readable at the moment. Steven really tried not to show any emotion, did not want to show how much he disapproved the situation right now. Because after all… he could not stop this from happening.

He had been in the army for a few years now and had managed to get into a good and high rank. He had fought in the war and saved so many people. That was why they wanted to do him a favour, honouring his actions. This was not a bad thing actually. Steven was just not proud about the way they wanted to do this.

He clenched his fists and sighed as he heard footsteps approaching. Slowly he got up to his feet and sighed again, shaking his head slightly as he got pushed into the side by his father. “Steven, behave. It’s an honour that you will be able to marry her. She is smart and good-looking and after all… a royal. Nothing better could happen to you.” He muttered and Steven lowered his head. “I know, father. I know.” 

FILLED UNDER: beautywiththegreenbeast;  I hope this is okay for a starter :3;  

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ghosts | closed | good-old-american-boyscout


Sometimes Connie dreamed. 

Her mother had laughed at her fanciful tales when she was younger, brushing them off as the marks of an intelligent young mind. Stories of blue boxes, of mad men, of monsters and demons that infiltrated the Earth. When she was older… well, she dismissed them as an overactive imagination. In her dreams she was someone named ‘Clara’, someone who knew the mad man in the blue box, and what else could that be but the products of imagination?

Eventually it died down, though, until those dreams were just a part of her past. She had better things to do; everyone was doing their part to help with the war, and several of her friends were being shipped overseas. 

That was the reason she and a friend had gone to the expo. Bucky was leaving, and he’d wanted to spend his last night in the company of friends. It was harmless, good fun - even if Connie’s friend grumbled about her date, Steve, the entire time.

Steve. He was strange, Connie thought, strange but very quiet and considerate. He looked so familiar… it was like she’d seen him. He was there in her head, but much, much bigger.

So, when he wandered off for what seemed like the hundredth time, Connie volunteered to get him. “It’s fine,” she assured Bucky. “I’m exhausted from all the dancing, let me go look for him. He can’t be having any fun all by himself.”

It took a while, but at last she found him hiding out in one of the expo building. “Hey,” she said softly. “What are you doing here, hmm? I know Rachel doesn’t seem very enthusiastic, but I promise she thinks you’re a very nice person. Besides, I’ll dance with you if she doesn’t want to. I’m sure Bucky wouldn’t mind.” 

Steve had no clue why he had agreed to Bucky’s date plans this night. He really did not like going out, spending time among other people. He was too small and too sick and… well, people usually ignored him. He felt not right around them. So actually he prefered being at home.

But it was different that night. Bucky had just told him that he would be shipped overseas, that he had volunteered for the army and would leave the next day. This was the last day (or better last evening) with his best friend. And he really wanted to spend this time with him. Even though it meant that they had dates, not being on their own. Or well… he was on his own because his date seemed to be not really interested in him.

They stood at Stark Expo and watched a lot of stuff like Howard Stark showing off his new invention. Steve was fascinated. The thought of these things being possible in the future… well, maybe he could be lucky that there would be something for him in the future. Something that could cure him. Or make him survive for some time. At least until Bucky was back. That was all that counted.

After the umpteenth time his date had ditched him, avoiding to talk to him, he had sneaked out the dancing hall, walking back towards the buildings where it was possible to volunteer for the army again. Steve sighed, standing in front of a poster, knowing that he would never be able to get in.

All of a sudden he heard a voice right next to him and almost jumped before he noticed it. It was Connie, Bucky’s date, who talked to him. “Um… I never learnt how to dance. And actually… I think I wouldn’t be good at it.” He stated with a quiet voice, not daring to look at her.

FILLED UNDER: beautifulfragileclara;