Eternal Pestering of the Fic-Writer's Blog

Capricorn who loves danger. Recently lost partner in tragic freeway accident.

You know, funny story: There’s this craft store called Michaels. Look, my sister knits, and she goes to Michaels. So my sister called me and she’s like, “Oh my god, I’m at Michaels, picking up yarn. You have a poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “What?” She’s like, “There’s a poster, there’s a Falcon poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “Holy s**t!” She’s like, “I’m gonna come and pick you up, and we’re gonna see your poster in this store.” So she picks me up and we go to Michaels.

We go in, and I see the poster and I’m like, “Oh, this is….” She’s like, “I know, I know.” I said, “I’m gonna sign these posters.” I was like, “That would be amazing, you buy a poster and it’s like, actually signed by the Falcon.” Like, it would blow my mind. So I go to the front, I buy a Sharpie, I run back to the back of the store. And she’s like, “I’m gonna take a picture of you signing it.”

I’m in this store and I’m signing all the posters. The manager comes out, he’s like, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I was like, “Oh man, I’m signing these posters so when people buy ‘em, they’re signed.” He’s like, “Well, people are not gonna buy ‘em if they’re signed.” And I was like, “No, no, no, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a problem.” And he goes, “Yeah, but it is gonna be a problem, you’re messin’ up my inventory.” And I’m like, “No, my man, trust me. I mean, I’m the Falcon, that’s me!” And he goes, “Yeah, right. You’re gonna buy those posters.” I said, “What?” He’s like, “You’re gonna buy all those posters or I’m gonna call the police.”

He rolls up all the posters and goes to the front of the store. And I had to buy like 60 Falcon posters that I signed in Michaels.

—   

-Anthony Mackie getting in trouble for signing his posters at a Micheals  (x) 

Anthony Mackie is a gift to all mankind. 

(via bartdontlie)

(Source: fwips, via zanegarretts)

fuck-yeah-bears:

Bear Kiss by Tin Man

casekiell:

F+TM INSIPRED [7/?] 'breaking down'
i can see it coming from the edge of the room, smiling in the streetlight 
even with my eyes shut tight, i still see him coming now

(via you-cashole)

gyzym:

hill-hill-hill:

Thank you, Sam.

( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )

SCREAMING. PLEASE.

Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?” 

Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier. 

In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt. 

"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—” 

"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer." 

It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.

Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”

Steve beams at him. 

(via berserkr-bread)

kehinki:

otp: bucky/happiness

eatingcroutons:

kaciart:

Stop. Following. Me.

Imagine it though:
It’s a testament to just how exhausted Steve is, how much the search has taken out of him, that Bucky manages to catch him in his sleep. A blade at his jugular, a hand that Steve knows could tear his throat out fisted in his shirt.
Could. But won’t.
"Bu—"
“Stop." The flat of the blade presses against Steve’s jaw, forcing his head back. "Stop calling me that. And stop. Following. Me." Bucky’s face is inches away, eyes wild but still so familiar it aches.
"Can’t do that, Buck." Steve swallows, feels the serrated edge of the knife against his skin. "I’m with you —"
"Stop, just STOP!" The knife clatters to the floor and Bucky clenches his left hand around Steve’s throat and squeezes. It takes everything Steve has not to give in to the urge to fight back. He fists his hands in the sheets, forces down the instinctive panic. He will not hurt Bucky again. And Bucky will not hurt him.
Bucky’s face twists with rage. “Fight back, damn it! You think — you think I won’t —”
Steve doesn’t have the air to reply even if he wanted to. His vision’s getting fuzzy, blood pounding in his ears, but he clings to one thought: Bucky will not hurt him.
And then everything goes dark.
—-
When he comes to, there’s a knife buried to the hilt in the pillow beside his head.

eatingcroutons:

kaciart:

Stop. Following. Me.

Imagine it though:

It’s a testament to just how exhausted Steve is, how much the search has taken out of him, that Bucky manages to catch him in his sleep. A blade at his jugular, a hand that Steve knows could tear his throat out fisted in his shirt.

Could. But won’t.

"Bu—"

Stop." The flat of the blade presses against Steve’s jaw, forcing his head back. "Stop calling me that. And stop. Following. Me." Bucky’s face is inches away, eyes wild but still so familiar it aches.

"Can’t do that, Buck." Steve swallows, feels the serrated edge of the knife against his skin. "I’m with you —"

"Stop, just STOP!" The knife clatters to the floor and Bucky clenches his left hand around Steve’s throat and squeezes. It takes everything Steve has not to give in to the urge to fight back. He fists his hands in the sheets, forces down the instinctive panic. He will not hurt Bucky again. And Bucky will not hurt him.

Bucky’s face twists with rage. “Fight back, damn it! You think — you think I won’t —”

Steve doesn’t have the air to reply even if he wanted to. His vision’s getting fuzzy, blood pounding in his ears, but he clings to one thought: Bucky will not hurt him.

And then everything goes dark.

—-

When he comes to, there’s a knife buried to the hilt in the pillow beside his head.

(via berserkr-bread)

witchpriest:

will my dash please join me in praying to the marvel gods that we get anthony mackie doing commentary on the winter solider dvd

(via kehinki)

detectivebeckkett:

make me choose:
 asked: Stana Katic or Nathan Fillion?

-Is that refreshing to play?

-A strong female lead? Yeah, I can’t imagine a woman being otherwise.

(via detectivebeckkett)

caffeinetooth:

muscle memory

(via kehinki)

sharon warning steve of danger without blowing her cover (◡‿◡✿)

steve making sure she’s out of the line of fire before checking it out (◡‿◡✿)

(Source: mrladysif, via bckybarnes)

butterflyspock:

before u say anythign rude or offensive just think to urself: would steve rogers say that? if the answer is no, don’t say it 

(Source: flowerbucky, via gaayybriel)

crankybucky:

So are you going to step up here, or not? 

- Tony Stark, Captain America: The Death of Captain America, Vol. 2

“my heart says yes but bones and spock and their eyebrows keep telling me no”

—   james t kirk at some point, probably (via spicyshimmy)

(via super-nerd-away)