French. Too old. Cats. Stucky. Malec.
I was just fortunate to meet [Stan Lee]. I feel like I’m just grateful that he was around to see what Marvel was able to do, especially in the last ten years. I feel like he always…he had the cameos. I think he was happy with the turnout.
My dear S,
I hardly know where to begin, but begin I must and speak as plainly as I can by such means as are available to me. I plan to leave this letter with the rest of the mail at our next supply stop so that my mind and my heart need not wait until I see you again, though I must content myself to do so.
It is curious to me that my hands have not shaken nor my heart quailed so much as now even when we engaged a pirate sloop in open waters and in a storm to boot. I confess I can hardly write.
You see, my dear friend, I cannot forget our conversation though it was some weeks ago and I will surely understand if it was but a passing exchange in your view with nothing at all meant by it. As for me, it has taken root inside me and will not let me rest.
We were among friends, yours and mine, dining in the home of Colonel Philips, and, certain of the unrequited nature of my affection and sailing out next morning for God alone knows how long, I wanted to put this hopeless love aside with only your genuine happiness in mind. I wished you good fortune in your pursuit of a certain indomitable British aristocrat whose company you had kept most of the evening. You looked me in the eye and said no such pursuit existed, and that your eyes and hopes had always rested elsewhere. Those very same eyes never left mine as you spoke, and may God have pity on my soul, but between one breath and the next I spent a lifetime in your arms, and you in mine.
Now, in the quiet before the final watch with naught but the creaking of rope and sail and the snoring belowdecks for company, I wonder whether my memory of your words grows fanciful and if indeed you will read this and pity me for a wretch and a fool. Let it be as it must, but I can no longer keep this silent inside me.
If I have the wrong of it, you needn’t worry, this I promise you now, I will not trouble you again.
However, if you meant what you said to me, if indeed I have not misconstrued your intention, know that I ache for you. You alone reside in my every free waking thought and your presence is the first I shall seek out upon my return so I can take the repeat of your fair words directly from your lips.
All my love, yet humbly, and without expectation,
Happy Birthday @kajmere! <333
May | Spring
Seasons Change - the Bucky Barnes 2016 calendar project
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
This was just supposed to be two dorks being happy in a field of flowers, but then I found out about red poppies, symbols of remembrance for those who suffered in war.
- Oh my god, you’re wearing this thing again…
- Shut it Bucky…
- Look, I’m just curious what made you wear this sweater? I’m dying to know, did someone pay you to wear it? Or did you see it in some hipster hobo fashion magazine? Tell me the story of this sweater Steve!
- It’s a gift, I got it as a gift okay?! Besides, it’s warm… *sneezes*
- Yeah yeah you keep telling yourself that.
- Jeez just shut up and watch netflix with me.
- Okay, scoot over, punk.
Clear Air at the Top of the Sea
This is my contribution to the @cabigbang of 2018, in collaboration with the amazing @ribbonsflyingoutthewindow. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to fulfill my dream of drawing some pirates, and thank you for this seriously amazing and intriguing fic, it’s everything i could’ve wished for and more.💜
Also big thank you to @cabigbang for hosting this and being such great mods.
art drawn in Photoshop CC
The best pirate fic you’ve ever seen can be read here
i kept seeing this idea in several fanfics and it just stuck with me: that Bucky has always been a big nerd for anything sci-fi. there are stacks of books on his nightstand and more crammed in the shelves of their apartment, asimov, frank herbert, douglas adams and so on and he always carries a beaten up paperback with him to read in between briefings