Impressed By Awesomeness

“Oh my God…” Steve gasped. He tore at the restraints, forcing himself not to panic.

The steady string of numbers were the only indication that Bucky was alive on the table and Steve clung to every word.

“Is that…?” The question cut through the recitation of his serial number.

“It’s me. It’s Steve.”

“Steve,” Bucky gasped.

Among all the stars that had to align for Steve to find Bucky alive and be able to rescue him, he loved Bucky’s smile the most—relieved and incredulous. Given the state Steve found him in, that smile alone was its own tiny miracle.

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Part of A Whisper, a Cry, a Yell, a Sigh

Day 7 of @monthlywritingchallenges Firefly July: tiny miracle

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is the actual epitome of all things scrum diddly cunt-tious, the PINNACLE of serving absolute pussõire??!?

Already does. In Star Trek Picard S2 when they went back in time to 2024, none of the characters had to change their outfits because their 25th century fashion was just like, normal jackets t-shirts and trousers in a variety of black, grey and brown fabrics. A stark contrast to early TNG, where - while everything looked painfully 80's - the non-uniform attire was all fun shapes and textures that didn't actually resemble off the shelf clothes as far as I'm aware*

Even the uniforms are AMAZING from a tailor perspective!

They didn't want ugly zippers to show so the closures of the uniforms are in the seam of the raglan sleeve!!!!

In all the new adaptations they are lazy and don't do raglan and put the zippers in the back and it looks shit

Not even to mention the incredible lines of the womens uniforms!!!

Like look how smartly the lines for the pattern go, to not just have boring darts in places! These costumes STILL look futuristic!

You could not even see this on 1960s TVs!

Steve was in and out of consciousness. Usually the hardest season was winter—his lungs protesting the cold. 

But summer had come with a heatwave that his fever made particularly brutal. He was delirious from the heat and still coughing up a lung. 

Bucky remained by his bedside, foregoing dates and dance halls. 

One evening stretched long by Steve’s stagnant health, he overheard Bucky. “Steve…” he mumbled repeatedly, voice catching against choked sobs and held-back tears.

Steve pretended to be asleep—afraid Bucky would be embarrassed and stop talking—and made it through the night with Bucky’s voice grounding him.

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Part of A Whisper, a Cry, a Yell, a Sigh

Day 11 of @monthlywritingchallenges Firefly July: the longest evening

Bucky can only enter a commitment with the strict lense of hierarchy. No, he doesn’t believe they’re ‘equals’ no matter how logically he knows otherwise. He’s always going to subconsciously fall in line as subservient after so many decades as the Winter Soldier, and he’s going to hate it.

The only alternative is if he were the one in charge. There’s not much lower than The Soldier, so Steve gets rewritten in his head as his pet. His toy. His reward. A treat for good behaviour that he can do with what he wants.

Alternatively Steve might as well have ‘Property of The US Government’ stamped across his face. His body was destroyed in 1940 and he’s basically got a mascot costume stapled to his bones.

Beyond that it’s so hard to find someone in this new era who doesn’t have the veil of propaganda blinding them. He has to know someone for so long before they can see him as a real, human person and not with this unrealistic pedestal.

Steve hasn’t really belonged to himself in 70 decades. So if he has to be owned and dehumanised by someone, it might as well be the person he loves and trusts the most.

Bucky and the chair memes that made me think of u for some reason

Ray!