Wednesday, September 17, 2014

kryptaria:

It was so worth all that practice.

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4gifs:

Puppy growing up, no hesitation on the second jump. [video]

4gifs:

Puppy growing up, no hesitation on the second jump. [video]

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sarriane:

sarriane:

sarriane:

i was thinking, what if steve sleeptalks?

like, he and sam are in a hotel room (in the great bucky barnes search slash road trip), sleeping together (of course). the A/C kicks on, startling sam awake. steve rolls over, slings an arm around sam, mutters, “buck, tell mr. morello he needs to fix the stupid heater already, ‘m freezin,” and lets out a huge snore.

sam would be a little pissed off if it wasn’t heartbreaking. so he just pulls the covers up around steve’s shoulders and tries to lend steve some of his warmth.

sometimes, steve wakes sam up muttering about hydra, or repeating “bucky” or “natasha” or “sam” like a prayer. other times, he says nothing but nonsense: “goddamn ninja turtles, get out of my kitchen.” sam wakes up steve laughing and refuses to explain.

one night, steve falls asleep on sam’s chest while they’re watching hbo in another hotel room. sam’s being sappy, running his fingers through steve’s hair, when steve grabs a fistful of sam’s tshirt and snuggles in close. “watch out for the dragons, sam,” he says, pressing his face into the warmth of sam’s tshirt. “how do you always catch me?” steve mutters randomly, his nose crinkling.

"i don’t know, man," sam answers with a sigh, "but i don’t think you’re the one who’s falling, this time."

i am amazed that something i typed into my ipod when i was lying in bed half-asleep at like 2AM got over two notes lol. but i am trying to cheer myself up, so here’s a part 2:

of course, when they find barnes, it all ends. no more warm, too-small hotel beds. no more hands worming their way around sam in the middle of the night. no more sleep, if sam’s being honest with himself. sam opens his home to steve and his amnesiac assassin best friend, but steve closes his bed to sam.

for some reason, steve has some fool idea in his head that sharing a room with bucky will help him regain his memories — and barnes seems to feel safer with steve at his back each night.

"your guest room is the same size as our first apartment," steve shrugs, and sam just laughs and admits, "mine, too."

sam can’t sleep, though, even when he lays his pillow on the floor. he stares up at the ceiling for what feels like hours. finally, he gives sleep up as a lost cause, and heads to the kitchen for some hot chocolate. 

barnes walks in a half hour later, his hair a mess, steve’s baggy sweatpants falling off his hips, and stops in the kitchen doorway. sam looks up.

"steve won’t shut up for ten minutes and let me rest," bucky mutters, crossing his arms. "keeps talking about you in his sleep."

sam snorts. “he used to talk like you were there, back in the day. ask me to get the heater fixed or something.” bucky frowns. 

"i think he’s having nightmares," bucky tells sam cautiously, feeling out the situation. "about you, i mean." like clockwork, he hears something like a shout from the open door of steve and bucky’s room. sam gets to his feet. 

bucky follows sam to steve’s side. he’s lying in a tangled mess of sheets, muttering, “sam — sam, deploy parachute — i can’t reach —”

sam kneels beside the bed and says softly, “steve. you’re dreaming. i’m here.” steve startles awake, going into a defensive stance, but he stands down as soon as he sees sam in the half-light.

"sam," steve says weakly, reaching out.

"i’m here," sam whispers. he lets steve take him into his arms and hold him for a few moments. "alright, alright, you’re crushing me," sam says with a sad smile. sleepily, steve grins.

"sorry," he yawns.

"alright," sam says gently, "let’s get you to bed." he untangles steve from the sheets and crawls into bed next to him, covering them both with the comforter. sam loops an arm around steve, who clasps his hand over sam’s.

sam’s half asleep himself when he sees barnes sill hovering in the doorway, given away by the streetlamp outside the window shining on his arm. 

"come on," sam says, patting the bed. he scoots himself and the heavy, soundly sleeping lug that is steve rogers aside to make room for barnes.

bucky crawls into the bed, tensing when steve automatically reaches out to pull him in. sam watches through lidded eyes as bucky relaxes into steve’s touch.

before sam knows it, they’re all fast asleep.

in honor of “why does this have so many notes i was barely conscious when i wrote it”:

"okay, this is just disgusting."

sam looks up from his book to see natasha standing in the joined doorway to their hotel room, staring at the three of them cuddled up on the bed. 

"that’s why you need to wash your socks, bucky," steve mutters in his sleep. 

steve is passed out on the hotel bed in a post-mission crash, his head pillowed on sam’s shoulder. bucky’s dozing off on steve’s right, using his abs as a pillow. 

sam watches as bucky cracks open an eye to look up at steve. 

"the red skull is gonna track us from your stinky shoes," steve continues in a matter-of-fact mutter, his voice muffled by sam’s shoulder. sam meets bucky’s eye and has to look away, else he burst out laughing. 

"what the hell—?" natasha starts, but sam shushes her with a quick motion. 

he sleeptalks, sam mouths. natasha frowns at him. 

bucky smirks and says softly, “hey, steve, what if i use my stinky socks to knock out the skull?”

"you can’t knock him out with socks, he’s teamed up with dr. scholl’s," steve whines. bucky sticks his metal fist in his mouth to keep from laughing. 

natasha creeps silently along the room, stopping at the edge of the bed. sam smiles to see the mischievous look in her eye. 

"steve," she says in a voice dripping with honey, "who’s your favorite: sam, bucky, or natasha?" they all hold their breath. 

"apple cake," steve sighs, slinging an arm around sam’s middle and snuggling into him. natasha sighs. 

"steve, you’re crushing my internal organs," sam says, brushing a hand over his hair. steve loosens his grip instantly, but his eyes stay shut. 

"so that’s why you’re so squishy," steve hums. sam scowls as bucky hides his laugh in steve’s stomach. 

natasha rolls her eyes fondly and turns on her heel to head back to her room, but bucky’s arm shoots out, grabbing her wrist. 

"come on," bucky says with a yawn, "you’ll sleep better. no nightmares."

"i have my own bed," she says quietly, but bucky doesn’t loosen his grip. 

"you don’t choose the cuddle pile, nat," steve says in a voice that makes sam think he’s half awake now. "the cuddle pile chooses you." 

sam bursts out into laughter as bucky tugs natasha into the bed. she kicks her shoes off and grabs a pillow. 

"turn off the light," steve says, cracking an eye open to scowl at sam. "can’t a guy get any sleep around here?"

none of them bother to explain to steve why they’re laughing. 

tempurafriedhappiness:

Here are some dogs enjoying Popsicles. 

verysharpteeth:

in-my-youth-i-courted-war:

verysharpteeth:

His level of refusing to call Bucky a villain has reached hero status.

Mackie being so supportive, like “yes, you go Seb, find an another description… other works too”

Mackie cracks me up because he just sort of turns and waits like “what’s crazy eyes gonna shut this dude down with this time”

(Source: the-way-im-feeling)

  • Parents: Don't forget to make us proud
  • Friends: Don't forget to socialize
  • Teachers: Don't forget to get A's
  • Strangers: Don't forget to blend in
  • Opposite sex: Don't forget to look good
  • Society: Don't forget to be perfect
  • Tumblr: Fuck the world, at least you haven't murdered somebody today
  • Tumblr: But just in case you want to get away with it, here are some tips.

Anonymous said: Are you okay with trope-y things? If so, could you do "cuddling for warmth" with Natasha and Steve?

zetsubonna:

twistedmindstorm: Only if you feel like doing it, what would happen if Steve was skittish? Like, when he’s on Cap mode he’s brave but when he’s just Steve he’s overwhelmed ‘cause enhanced hearing and sight makes everything too loud and bright and that’s hard.

Anon #2: Touch-starved(-but-wary)-Steve!!! Because growing up with Bucky, he got used to being touched all the time (a hand on his shoulder, hugs, hair-ruffles, sharing a bed when it got too cold), and now everyone treats him like a national monument. So when Sam (or Bucky or Nat) starts with the casual touches, he actually gets a little twitchy despite wanting it soo goddamn badly (since waking up, he is shown initiating touch with Bruce, Nat and Sam, all other interactions are basically beatings)…

I felt like all of these could work together, and I need practice writing Nat anyway, so, on va voir.

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kickingshoes:

lamardeuse:

burntcopper:

Captain America 2 : The Winter Soldier | Everybody Wants To Rule The World

…WHOA. now that’s good editing.

Holy shit. That’s amazing.

HOLY SHIT

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

caedesdeo said: That Steve in a bridal outfit pic! Clint needs someone to distract the (evil? confused? neighbourhood?) priest & Steve/Bucky get the help call ("So I kinda got into trouble, can you & the amazing bionic asshole come bail me out? Bring a load of lacy fabric & some flowers k?") Steve has the BEST TIME pretending to be bridezilla, especially to deflect over things like his BOOTS (Bucky: oh god don't ask he has big feet the fit he pitched at the shoe shop ain't worth reliving) & being sappy at Bucky

hils79:

Or Bucky and Steve are getting married and Clint ‘loses’ all of Steve’s suits and his uniform on the day of the wedding.

Sorry, Cap, this is all I could find.

And since there is no way Steve is going to leave Bucky standing at the alter he wears the dress like a pro (while contemplating the many varied ways he will get his revenge on Clint in the future)

Nah, I’m pretty sure Natasha would be keeping him under too tight a rein to do that. Any other day, sure, but not their wedding. Some things are just Not Done and if Clint tried ANY of them? She’d kill him. She’d string him up by his own bow, and make him regret pranking the wedding couple. :D Plus Pepper could find a new tux for him in a hot minute, she’s taken a shine to the boys and wants their event to go off as flawlessly as any Avengers event can. 

(Natasha is not however above showing photos of Steve in the makeshift bridal outfit, taken by Clint at the time, on the huge projection screen at the reception)

kickingshoes:

First illustration for kedreeva, winner of our Sterek Campaign slots! She requested Stiles as a runemage, with Derek in his wolf form and a ethereal wolf familiar at his sides.

Prompts for Pie 25: Clint Babysits

scifigrl47:

(For tehnakki, who wanted DJ and Izzy.  She wanted them exploring the Tower and I FORGOT THAT PART, so I’ll have to write her a sequel.  Because I suck.  Izzy is on loan from Copperbadge’s excellent Anklebiter series, used with permission and safely returned.))

“Penguins, penguins, penguins, penguins-”

“Breathe, Izzy,” Clint mumbled, one hand fumbling for his coffee. “It’s too early and Poppa’s too asleep for this right now.”

She sucked in a long, audible breath. Held it, her eyes huge in her face. “PENGUINS,” she said on a massive exhale.

Phil chuckled, and Clint hid a smile behind his coffee cup. “I think she wants to see the penguins,” Phil said, flipping a pancake with an easy hand.

“Ya think?” Clint said, yawning. He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Ready for the aquarium, Busy-Izzy?”

She stared him down, her eyes narrowed. “Penguins,” she said, her tone full of awe.

“How many pancakes can you eat, Izzy?” Phil asked, plating the first batch.

“Seventeen,” she said.

“Seventeen.” Clint propped his cheek on his fist. “Really. Seventeen pancakes.”

“Yes. Wait!” She twisted around in her chair, her legs bouncing in the air. “Phil, do I get to use the Dora plate?”

“Sorry, it’s in the dishwasher,” Phil said. He set two pancakes in front of her. “You’re going to have to make do with the happy robot plate.”

“Then I can eat fourteen,” Izzy told Clint.

“Makes sense,” Clint said, because Izzy logic was the best logic, and he wasn’t even going to pretend otherwise.

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wintercyan:

totalnerdatheart:

I know Steve is really talented with his shield and is like an expert with it 

but just imagine him smacking it in his face 

or tripping over it

or waking up in the middle of the night and he shuffles off to the bathroom only to step on the edge of the shield and it smacks him in the shin and he curses loudly enough to wake up the other Howling Commandos who just sit up and start laughing at the way Steve is holding onto his leg and swearing 

Seriously, though, super-soldier or not, watching Steve learn to use his shield must’ve been A+ comedy!

Steve throws it at some HYDRA goons but misses them by a mile and it bounces off a wall and flies out through a window, and Steve is just standing there, whoops, while Bucky rolls his eyes, takes out the enemies with his rifle, and jogs back outside to fetch the shield.

Steve hasn’t learnt the ctrl+c to crouch move yet; he holds the shield in front of his face and a HYDRA sniper shoots him in the thigh. Bucky facepalms because Steve you idiot, the shield only protects the bits of you actually behind it. Eventually, Steve masters the art of hiding his entire body behind the shield, tortoise-style, by ducking and having Bucky chuck pebbles at whatever parts of him are sticking out - of course Bucky has a wicked good aim and an even more wicked sense of humour, and Steve ends up with some rather embarrassing bruises.

The Commandos are on a stealth mission to infiltrate a secret HYDRA base, except the shield slips, falls, and does that rolling-metal-lid-dropped-on-the-ground sound like clang!!-grooiinnng-rooiinng-ooiinnnng-rnnnng-rrnng-rrnng-rrnng until Steve puts his foot on it. Everyone stops and just stares at him.

Also, my personal headcanon is that Steve once bet the shield in a hand of poker and Bucky won it. So it’s actually been Bucky’s shield since October 1944, Steve’s just borrowing it.

leonerdnimoy:

whowasntthere:

lunulata:

emperor-shatterfingers:

hyenas, terrifying and excellently organized predators of the savannah

also surprisingly docile and like neck scritches and have a tail chasing compulsion

if you don’t think hyenas are great then you’re objectively wrong

Aaaahhh, I love hyenas. :D

Hyenas: Always getting a bad rap because lions are jerks. Lions actually steal from hyenas most of the time because hyenas are the better predators — but they’re also very skittish when faced with a giant pride of cats. Adorable babies!

Okay, lemme tell you about spotted hyenas, aka the BAMFiest BAMFs in the animal kingdom.

  1. Their societies are entirely female-dominated. Female hyenas are larger and stronger than males and have higher social status in clan hierarchy - even the lowest-ranking female in a hyena clan is higher up the social ladder than the highest-ranking male. They’re basically the Amazons of the animal world. The females even have false penis-like appendages (which are essentially large clitorises), which led the ancient Greeks to think that hyenas were hermaphrodites. Because fuck your narrow human perceptions of sex and gender roles, that’s why.
  2. They are considered the dominant predators of the African savannah, despite not being the largest or strongest, because they are the most successful hunters. Their hunting success rate is estimated to be about 70-80%, meaning that they catch about 70-80% of prey they pursue - a freakishly high statistic (to compare, the success rate of lions and wolves is about 20-30%). They also scavenge much less than lions do, as whowasntthere said, and are incredibly adaptable and opportunistic predators, meaning that they are also the most common and widespread of the large African carnivores. That’s not too bad for an animal typecast as a lazy scavenger.
  3. Their jaws are some of the strongest in the animal kingdom, stronger than those of lions, tigers, wolves or perhaps bears, and can crush elephant and giraffe bones; hyenas are also able to digest all bone matter. Don’t tell me that’s not metal as fuck.
  4. Despite looking like dogs, they are not part of the dog family and are actually more closely related to cats. Because fuck your logic. Nature does what it wants.
  5. They are incredibly intelligent. They are easily as intelligent as primates and some scientists claim that their intelligence may even rival that of the great apes, which would make them among the most intelligent animals in the world. Hyenas even outperform chimpanzees on some tests, which is pretty damn awesome, considering that chimpanzees are our closest relatives and all.

So yeah, basically hyenas are awesome and badass as well as truly fascinating animals and if you don’t have at least a bit of respect for them you’re wrong.

(Source: a-humble-hyena)

WHAT IF AUCaptain America: The Winter Soldier, role swap (Sharon, Steve, Bucky, Natasha)

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slippeddee:

Stucky - happy domestic fluff pass it on
-You shouldn’t skipt breakfast and eat properly,Steve.
-Uhm…thanks,Buck.
-Old habits die hard,am I right?
(x)

STEVE’S FUCKING SOCK GARTERS I CAN’T -flails and falls over-

slippeddee:

Stucky - happy domestic fluff pass it on

-You shouldn’t skipt breakfast and eat properly,Steve.

-Uhm…thanks,Buck.

-Old habits die hard,am I right?

(x)

STEVE’S FUCKING SOCK GARTERS I CAN’T -flails and falls over-