bucky barnes – Page 6

oriental-lady:

Grey Warden is not dumb! He’s pure

interlude:

madeline miller, the song of achilles // (insp)

thotstark:

#he got his hair cut coloured and conditioned #and his beard trimmed #just because steve was coming #thot activity

nochillrogers:

Steve?

mackievanstan:

WHAT THE HELL // An Ongoing Saga

sweethoneysempai:

See here’s the thing

If Bucky were trying to tell Steve he looked stupid, he would’ve said something like “Please tell me you’re not keeping that outfit, though.” And then Steve could have been like “You know what, asshole? I’m keeping it specifically to spite you.”

But no, Bucky asked him “But you’re keeping the outfit, right?” And it’s specifically set to contrast Steve’s prior status as a little guy from Brooklyn, not his prior status as looking dignified. Taken as a whole, the subtext is “I’m following the little guy, but you’re keeping the Captain America get-up, right? Because it’s impressive.”

And you know. If Bucky wanted to be speaking objectvely—like if he was trying to say “People will see you as more impressive if you wear the superhero costume”—he could’ve said something like “You really oughtta keep the outfit, though.”

But no. He phrases it as a question that sounds like he’s asking for a personal favor. And he leans in closer to Steve and asks it in a low voice to boot.

In conclusion a) Bucky is not heterosexual, and b) Bucky definitely has a thing for Steve in costume thanks for coming to my TED talk.

sergeantwhitewolf:

Behind the Scenes of Bucky’s death in Infinity War.

potofsoup:

xxxxxx6x:

A little bit hesitate to post this one as it’s only in Chinese

This is drew for a poem.

It’s too difficult for me to translate those beautiful words in an accurate way.

I will appreciate if someone could help to translate it into English.

All right, here’s my attempt at translation, @xxxxxx6x. Paragraph breaks indicate panel breaks.

To the Oak Tree

If I were to love you,
I would not be like the clambering campsis flower,
Using your tall branches to flaunt my self;

If I were to love you,
I would not be like the besotten bird,
Repeating the same simplistic tune in exchange for shade;

Nor would I be merely the source of spring water,
Always there to provide support and refreshment;
Nor just the tall cliffs,
There to increase your height and accent your dignity.
Or even the sunlight.
Or even the spring rain.
No, those are not enough!

I must be a Kapok tree by your side,
Stand with you as a tree.
Roots, firmly entwined in the ground;
Leaves, gently brushing in the clouds.

With every passing breeze,
We murmur to each other,
Speaking words
That none else will understand.

You with your branches of iron and your trunk of steel,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
My with my red blossoms,
Like a heavy sigh,
Or a brazen torch.

Together we bear the cold winds, the pounding rain and the crackling lightning;
Together we share the morning fog, the evening mist, and the rainbow.
We stand, seemingly separated,
Yet we will always be there for each other.

Only this can be truly profound love, where loyalty and faith lives:
Love –
I love not just your majestic being,
I love also your stubborn position,
The ground beneath your feet.