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‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’

what if i cut off your left leg

would that make you stronger

would it





this is a golden post

(Source: icelikelollies)


リヴァイ班  by  sine-eang



modern day icarus with burns on his back and full of bitterness and throws out cynicism but sometimes he just looks at the sun like it’s the best thing in the world  (◡‿◡✿)


(Source: now-at-punkwarren)




"You should draw me."
"No, you can’t stay still."

"You should draw me." Bucky flops onto the floor, sprawls over Steve’s sketchbook.
"No," Steve grunts, tugging futilely at the sketchbook that in retrospect he should have left under his mattress. "You can’t stay still."
"I’m staying still now." Bucky grins right up at him with a jut of his jaw, face a little too close, before proving his point by settling deeper into the floor and rendering the sketchbook even more irretrievable.
Steve rolls his eyes, partially to avoid noticing how Bucky’s shirt strains around his shoulders, and gives another tug at the book.
"You draw pigeons all the time," Bucky points out, thoughtlessly unaware of the way the sunlight is dancing off his face and shadowing his throat. "Pigeons don’t stay still."
"Pigeons," Steve retorts, weaseling one corner of the book free, "will stay very still if you feed them." But maybe that wasn’t a great line, since the pigeons were eating better than either of them at the moment. "Besides, you have a funny face."
"I—a funny face? A funny—" Bucky rises up on his elbows, mock outraged, grin dancing around his eyes, and the book finally slips free.
Steve snaps it shut. Bucky raises an eyebrow.
"Whatcha drawing there, Stevie?"
"Nothing." Steve rolls off his stomach and scoots away on his bum. His face is too warm. "Nothing."
"More pigeons?"
"Yeah. Yeah, lots of pigeons."
"Can I see?" Bucky asks, swinging himself upright, face open.
Steve freezes. Clutches the sketchbook that is much more Bucky than pigeon: Bucky laughing, Bucky racing down the sidewalk, Bucky cooking over the stove, biting his lip in concentration, Bucky counting their money, fuming, Bucky smiling, face soft with sleep, eyes flickering open, grinning at Steve; Bucky in every way that makes Steve’s chest feel tight and stupid with happiness. Bucky in every way, period.
Steve swallows. Shrugs. “Nothing worth seeing.”

Oh god
It starts off so lighthearted and you cant help but smile at these two dorks and then suddenly NOPE U-turn into angst city. All roads leading in but none going out.
The part about Bucky’s face had me grinning and then it slowly slid off and now all I have to show are the tiny pieces of my broken heart.
This was wonderful! Thank you



Headcanon where all of the Avengers assume that Bucky was the one who used to get Steve into trouble during the pre-war and war days, but within 3 days of Bucky joining the team they all realize that it is actually the exact opposite.

No, you know what?  I’m not done with this yet.

Because what if when Bucky’s around Steve is like, 1000x more reckless because everyone knows doing stupid and dangerous shit is way more fun when you have someone trailing around after you and telling you that it is a terrible idea, Steve, oh my God, if you jump outta one more plane I will END YOU.

So the others start betting money on who can get Steve to do the most ridiculous thing.  And Clint’s the one who realizes that literally all it takes to get Steve to do the thing is to get Bucky to tell him not to do the thing.  He doesn’t think Steve even realizes that’s what’s happening.

"Hey, Cap," Clint says.  He’s gonna win like, ten thousand off of Stark for this one.  "You ever think about jumping off the roof?"

"Can’t say that I have," says Steve.

"Really?" Clint asks.  "Because I bet you could make it to the next building over."

"Probably could," says Steve.  "But I know what you’re doing.  I’m not going to try."

"Damn right you’re not," Bucky mutters.

Steve sets down his book.  ”You know what?” he says, standing.  ”There is only one way to know for sure.  Guys, I’m going to jump off the roof.”