– i’m socially exhausted
– i don’t have the time right now
– i don’t know how to reply
– i have a bad memory and got distracted
– i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise
not reasons i haven’t replied back:
– i’m ignoring you just because
– i hate you
– i’m fed up with you
– i don’t want to be your friend anymore
I only have like $4 and I’d really like to get something to eat after work tonight because I am in so much pain from not being able to eat and yet being around food. So if anyone could donate to either my cash app – $alexanderjamesh or (remvslupin@gmail.com) OR MY PAYPAL PayPal.me/Thetrick123 or the email (remvslupin@gmail.com) I would be insanely thankful.
I am laughing so hard steve lands so lightly on his toes like a damn ballerina and bucky just drops like a ton of bricks on that car and fucking CRUSHES IT
So, in parkour, there is a practice of trying to land as quietly as possible. This is because landing lightly and softly absorbs the energy from the impact into the muscles as opposed to the bones where they may do some hard damage.
So, by landing lightly on his feet, Steve is employing good practice, showing training that works with his body, to get the most out of his super-soldierity.
However, the Winter Soldier lands harshly and without regard to the well being of his body. His objective is only the kill, and he will sacrifice his body and push through considerable pain to complete his mission.
That got sad real fast
just to highlight the difference between the winter soldier’s movements and bucky’s.
I swear to god the little details they put into this movie are insane on a subconscious level.
I’m gonna cry
*whispers* tell me again how you think he’s a villain and not a victim?
It wasn’t often Bucky
could get Steve to do it. Once in a
while, when Steve was feeling sentimental.
When it was dark and most folks were sleeping.
It wasn’t often, but once
in a while Bucky could get Steve to stand on his feet and dance with him;
taking slow, careful steps in the kitchen where the floorboards didn’t squeak
so much. He’d lean in close, one hand
holding one of Steve’s hands and the other around his waist, and his lips close
enough to Steve’s good ear so Bucky could sing only as loud as he needed to for
Steve to hear:
“Your eyes of blue, your kisses too.”
Steve’s hands tightened:
one in Bucky’s hand and the other in his shirt.
“I never knew what they could do.”
“Buck.” It was too dark for Bucky to see the blush on
Steve’s cheeks but Bucky could hear it in his tone. Not quite mumbled but directed at their feet.
Bucky removed his hand
from around Steve’s waist to tip Steve’s head up and catch his eyes, glinting
dim lamplight from the street. “I can’t believe that you’re in love with me.”
Steve’s eyes lit up and he
leaned in to speak against Bucky’s mouth: “Course I do, jerk.”
“It was one time and I was caught off guard! I was literally trained for this, Derek. I know what I’m doing and how to handle things.” He glared, crossing his arms as well. “And as much as I may look like your ex boyfriend, I’m not him. I’m not Stiles! I don’t need you to fix me up when I’m broken because it takes a hell of a lot to break me. If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”
Derek looked like he’d been slapped. “Is that what you think it is? My worrying because of who you look like?” He asked, angry and hurt all at once. “It has absolutely nothijg to do with Stioes and everything to do with the fact losing you would literally kill me, Seth.”
In hindsight, the Prince knew how bad an idea moving actually was. Especially not telling his family where he was going – at least not until he actually left. But moving to the States would be good for him. He had just finished settling into his apartment when there was a knock on the door. Figuring it was the older neighbor, he went and opened the door, surprised to see someone more his age. “Uh… hi.” Noah smiled at them.
Alec had been the only one on his floor of the building for over a year. No one could really get used to the quiet of the top floor and as a college student with a full time job, Alec had a lot going on most of the week. But summer was coming up soon, and he’d be going into his senior year finally. So when he came home from work to find someone in one of the other three apartments, he was a little stunned to say the least. He went to change, deciding to go say hi to his first real neighbor. He wasn’t expecting a beautiful blonde, though, and he gave a shy little smile, hand slowly dropping as he looked at him. “Hi. Saw the boxes, figured I should come say hi. I’m Alec, your neighbor.”
Steve looked up at him slowly. “You… you remember…” he said quietly. “You remember us?” He set the bottle down on the coffee table and gripped Bucky’s hand in his own. “What do you remember? When did you remember?”
Bucky couldn’t deny how good it felt to feel Steve’s hand in his own. “I’ve remembered bits and pieces.” he replied. “I remember going out and pretending we were takin’ girls out but we’d never bring them home and we shared your bed.” he replied. “I remember always bein’ worried about ya when ya got real sick. Singing ya to sleep and the slow dances in the kitchen…” he licked his lips and smiled, his accent coming out thicker as emotion welled in his chest at confirmation that he wasn’t dreaming. “It started before you found me in Bucharest. But it wasn’t clear enough, and real small bits, like flashes.” he explained. “Being out of cryo finally gave me time to put them together. That’s part of why I asked Shuri to help me find you. I needed to find you.”
Steve nodded slowly and smiled softly. “Sometimes they’d get a bit put out that we weren’t bringing them back home with us,” he remembered. “But all I remember caring about was getting back home to being just with you. Even after the war, when I found you overseas… we shared a tent… the Howlies knew but they never said a word. Dum Dum didn’t leave my side for the first four days after you fell from the train. Then the mission came up and he didn’t have a choice. I know he probably hated it but then he took over and when I started looking over all the old files… he did a great job.” He sighed softly.
“I’m glad you found me, Bucky. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed so much about you… about us.”
Bucky laughed a little. “I would always go slow and easy. I didn’t want to hurt you.” The memories were frequent enough to put a timeline to it now, everything he’d remembered he had finally gotten in an order that made sense to him. He watched Steve, pale blue lighting with pure love as he watched the only man he’d ever loved speak. “They knew that us bein’ in love only made us deadlier in combat.” he explained. His smile fell a little. “I don’t…I don’t remember falling.” he replied. “I know I did, it’s how I lost my arm, but I don’t…” His hand squeezed Steve’s gently. “I remember the train, I remember the side exploding, and reaching for you, but the actual fall, being found….I don’t really remember any of that. It kind of goes from reaching to you straight to waking up after they attached my arm and telling me you’d died.” His vision blurred a little. “I killed dozens of them for the first year while they put me through all the conditioning. And yeah, they finally pulled all my memory out, but your were still there. Things that didn’t hinder my effectiveness as a weapon were still there. Staying to the right side in dark alleys, never putting anything in my left pockets, sleeping facing the doorway…none of them understood it. Hell, I didn’t even understand it until the conditioning started clearing up.”
“I missed you, too. So much. You should know I would have found you anywhere, Stevie. I promised you I would always find a way home, wherever that was.” He leaned over to kiss Steve, hand moving to pull Steve closer to him. “I love you.”
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