allthingsimaginary

MARVEL 

Like, most MV makers I’ve seen concentrate very narrowly on the video –  making sure that the movements and beats sync up, the masking, the motion, all of that. Which is very good! But this particular work pays an equal amount of detail to its audio – both the audio of the song, matching lyrics and meaning to visuals, but also the audio of the clips being incorporated. That’s actually rarely done, and even more rarely done to this extent – usually the video is sort of a silent dance to accompany the music.

📚 What grammar mistakes do you always make?

✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer?

🗑 What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?

📚: forgetting a word or misspelling a word into one that's similar, usually at the fault of autocorrect (ex. "soaping" instead of "sopping")

✏️: please keep in mind this is my current favorite fic, that I am a slow reader (finding time to read). I am really, really, really anxious and excited for the next chapter of "hypnotic dream" by @allthingsimaginary which hits many of my hardcore favorite tropes and surprised me at the pairing

But nobody wants to hear that.

Deleted scene of Bucky staying with the Wilsons

40s!Bucky x 40s!Sarah

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: no minors. smut; oral, fondling, swearing, semi-public, teasing. some out-of-date talk about sex.

Type: tfatws au; ca:tfa au; reincarnation au

| 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒂𝒐3 |

Summary: Impatience and a kink for uniforms plus inappropriate behavior in public, with a dash of adrenaline from fear of being caught, and that Bucky can never tell her no.

Note: this is posted on ao3 too. comments and reblogs are always really appreciated!

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Suck Me For Pleasure

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1942. Brooklyn, New York.

Her breath is warm against his skin under the cool setting sun. The rough brick wall is felt through the material of his jacket, barely scratching painfully against his skin. His cheeks are hot, his hands are hot, and there’s blood being directed into his pumping heart then gathering viciously between his legs.

Bucky bites at his lip to keep his groan to himself.

It’s a little before the sun fully sinks into night, and his lips pucker in another kiss, the woman in front of him demanding and a minx, knowing all she had to do was bat her eyelashes and smile, twirling hair around her finger or run her hand up his arm, and he’s hers.

Bucky sighs raggedly, her kiss deepening, his mouth falling open upon her tongue’s request of entry. Leaned against the wall, he doesn’t often find himself on this end of things, and for a flash of a second lifts his hands to automatically, robotically, with familiarity find her waist, but knows by the groan bubbling up his throat and slow tightness of his creased pants, that’s the last thing he should do right now.

I mean

The aesthetic goes crazy

(pics from this post and this post)