stucky – Usta jak krew o smaku malinowym

umikochannart:

So me and my friend were talking about the Rules of the Internet, I read Rule 43. and this just happened (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)

captainbisexualcherry:

honestly the thing I have the hardest time suspending my disbelief for in the Marvel Cinematic Universe is that Steve and Bucky are not fucking.

A guy shrinks down to the size of an ant and can communicate with them? Totally believable. Literal other world god that is thousands of years old and travels via rainbow? No problem. Dude manages to stay alive by performing what is basically open heart surgery on himself while being held in captivity in some actual hell hole, and somehow doesn’t die? Sure!

Bucky breaks through 70 years of brainwashing and disobeys a direct order from the man that has tortured him for god knows how long, because his ‘best friend’ recites a line that is basically a marriage vow, and i’m supposed to believe those two aren’t head over heels for each other? Yeah right.

dorkcoffee:

seems like something sam would do lmfao

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mu-ml:

Adoration, I love you (or Eternal friendship), Purity

tbgcaru:

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thekingandthelionheart:

steveandbucky:

can we talk about this look for a moment.

what about this is heterosexual, exactly? who looks at their totally-platonic-bff-slash-soulmate like that? all i’m seeing is a “i’m undressing you with my eyes” look at the very least, but it def feels more like The most “i’m gonna fuck u senseless the moment we’re alone” look

#the eye fuck of the century #that is a man with a PLAN #that is the look of a man who knows hes about to absolutely dismantle you later #he knew how to do it when he was half buck’s size #and hes looking forward to seeing what it does to bucky now that he can throw him around a little #that look is very ‘keep running that mouth boy’ #im gonna put it to good use later (via steebadore)

bluesteelstan:

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” _{― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles}