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phantomrose96:

We all know who the real star of Irrational Treasure was

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howevermanywords:

Bucky is sweating when they leave the music hall, his shirt soaked through as he struggles to catch his breath. Steve walks along beside him, his hands shoved into his pockets. He isn’t so much as wheezing, because he’s sat by the edge of the dance floor all night, like he always does - walking Bucky dancing with a dozen different girls, without ever getting up to give it a shot himself.They walk home together, the cool city breeze allowing the pink to fade from Bucky’s cheeks. Steve’s thoughts are elsewhere, thinking about how much he wishes he could be like Bucky - wishes that he had that confidence, that he could just grab a girl and dance like that. Lost in his own thoughts, he doesn’t notice the glances that Bucky keeps sending his way.They make it back to their crappy apartment. Inside it’s nearly as cold as it is outside, but that ceases to matter when Bucky presses him back against the door the second they cross the threshold. Bucky covers him from top to tail, keeping him pinned by his weight with no effort at all. Steve doesn’t struggle. He looks up at Bucky with his eyes wide and waiting. He knows what comes next. It’s his favourite part about going dancing with Bucky.But Bucky doesn’t lean down to kiss him, not yet. His eyes shine in the dim half-light from the window, as he holds Steve in places and watches him. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” Bucky whispers. Steve can smell the booze on his breath. It’s just enough to make Bucky’s smiles come easier. “God, I want you so much. I always want you.”Steve nods, straining up, but Bucky only allows their lips to skim together before he pushes Steve’s shoulders more firmly back against the door. “I was thinking about what I could do to you. Even while I was dancing, I was thinking about it.”"I’m here. You can do it," Steve says."I want to dance with you one day, right in front of those stuck-up crowds," Bucky murmurs. "I want to kiss you in public." Steve’s eyes flutter closed as Bucky begins to dip his head, but Bucky pauses before kissing him. "I wanna fuck you."Steve’s breath hitches, while Bucky’s hands slide down from his shoulders. They travel the length of his arms and then wrap around his wrists. When Bucky guides his wrists above his head and pins them to the wood of the door, Steve doesn’t resist. “Right here,” Bucky says. “I could just pick you up and do it right here.” He pauses to brush his lips over Steve’s mouth, pulling away when Steve tries to get more of his kiss. “Can I?”And, god, Steve can hardly think at all. All he wants is everything that Bucky is offering. He’s hard inside his slacks, desperate for Bucky’s touch. When Bucky stops holding Steve’s wrists, it’s only after giving them a firm press against the door. “Keep them there,” he says, before he reaches down to hitch Steve up against him. He grunts a little with it, but Steve’s legs wrap around him and draw him in tight."Fuck," Bucky breathes. "I’ve been thinking about this for a long while."Steve chuckles, and then sighs as Bucky thrusts forward against him. “So stop thinking about it,” he insists, “and do it.”Finally, Bucky does.

howevermanywords:

Bucky is sweating when they leave the music hall, his shirt soaked through as he struggles to catch his breath. Steve walks along beside him, his hands shoved into his pockets. He isn’t so much as wheezing, because he’s sat by the edge of the dance floor all night, like he always does - walking Bucky dancing with a dozen different girls, without ever getting up to give it a shot himself.

They walk home together, the cool city breeze allowing the pink to fade from Bucky’s cheeks. Steve’s thoughts are elsewhere, thinking about how much he wishes he could be like Bucky - wishes that he had that confidence, that he could just grab a girl and dance like that. Lost in his own thoughts, he doesn’t notice the glances that Bucky keeps sending his way.

They make it back to their crappy apartment. Inside it’s nearly as cold as it is outside, but that ceases to matter when Bucky presses him back against the door the second they cross the threshold. Bucky covers him from top to tail, keeping him pinned by his weight with no effort at all. Steve doesn’t struggle. He looks up at Bucky with his eyes wide and waiting. He knows what comes next. It’s his favourite part about going dancing with Bucky.

But Bucky doesn’t lean down to kiss him, not yet. His eyes shine in the dim half-light from the window, as he holds Steve in places and watches him. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” Bucky whispers. Steve can smell the booze on his breath. It’s just enough to make Bucky’s smiles come easier. “God, I want you so much. I always want you.”

Steve nods, straining up, but Bucky only allows their lips to skim together before he pushes Steve’s shoulders more firmly back against the door. “I was thinking about what I could do to you. Even while I was dancing, I was thinking about it.”

"I’m here. You can do it," Steve says.

"I want to dance with you one day, right in front of those stuck-up crowds," Bucky murmurs. "I want to kiss you in public." Steve’s eyes flutter closed as Bucky begins to dip his head, but Bucky pauses before kissing him. "I wanna fuck you."

Steve’s breath hitches, while Bucky’s hands slide down from his shoulders. They travel the length of his arms and then wrap around his wrists. When Bucky guides his wrists above his head and pins them to the wood of the door, Steve doesn’t resist. “Right here,” Bucky says. “I could just pick you up and do it right here.” He pauses to brush his lips over Steve’s mouth, pulling away when Steve tries to get more of his kiss. “Can I?”

And, god, Steve can hardly think at all. All he wants is everything that Bucky is offering. He’s hard inside his slacks, desperate for Bucky’s touch. When Bucky stops holding Steve’s wrists, it’s only after giving them a firm press against the door. “Keep them there,” he says, before he reaches down to hitch Steve up against him. He grunts a little with it, but Steve’s legs wrap around him and draw him in tight.

"Fuck," Bucky breathes. "I’ve been thinking about this for a long while."

Steve chuckles, and then sighs as Bucky thrusts forward against him. “So stop thinking about it,” he insists, “and do it.”

Finally, Bucky does.

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baemc:

thor loki happy halloween 

Posted 1 day ago

mjschryver:

A phenomenal Rule 63 Green Arrow; cosplayer unknown

New York Comic Con
New York City, New York, USA
October 9th-12th, 2014

Photo by Daniel Zuchnik (Getty Images), from this article in The Baltimore Sun

Damn it guys, it’s not hard to find her cosplay page. It’s “It’s Raining Neon”

Her facebook page is here: https://www.facebook.com/DeAnnaDavisCostuming

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thespookiestviking:

theirs:

jegusgogfuckass:

did you kno that 10 million pounds of maple syrup was stolen from quebec

10 million pounds

1/3 of the government’s reserve

like. how do you even steal 10 million pounds of maple syrup. where do you hide it. what would you even do with it

why does the canadian government have a maple syrup reserve 

to fuel our secret war machines

(Source: officialplanetmars)

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fermiumice:

I can’t see Guardians Of The Galaxy until November……

Posted 1 day ago
cutestuffdotco:

A Baby Elephant Blowing Bubbles

cutestuffdotco:

A Baby Elephant Blowing Bubbles

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juilan:

Because a piece of gum told me to

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galaxyspeaking:

Does he know where your lips begin ? (x)

10 min doodle to test new brushes !