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Diego figured they would be just as much of a little shit in this context as they are in life, generally speaking. He just resists rolling his eyes. “I’m serious, Klaus. Come on." 

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hashtag defend actual brooklynite steve rogers 2k15

LET ME TELL EVERYONE ABOUT ACTUAL BROOKLYNITES – NAY, ACTUAL NEW YORKERS – STEVE ROGERS AND BUCKY BARNES

• Have you ever met a New Yorker outside of midtown who doesn’t talk with their mouth full? Me neither. Steve Rogers, garbled: “M’jus say’n s’bullshit,” he manages, and swallows. “Our team doesn’t belong in fuckin’ Cali. Listen. You hear that?” “Is it Jim Morita laughing at us from beyond the grave?“ “Hell yeah, it’s Jim Morita laughing at us from beyond the grave.” 

• Steve Rogers getting splashed with water by a cab. “WHADDAYA DOIN, HUH? JESUS!” 

• Steve Rogers, by turns incredibly polite and incredibly rude on the subway. “Is this guy bothering you? Because if he tries to grope you again, I’m kicking his ass, miss, pardon my French.” 

• Food Trucks: The Autobiography of an American Hero

• Those dumb BKLYN ballcaps. Steve owns like minimum ten.

• Wary of visiting Barton in Bed-Stuy. “I think I liked it better when it was crooks,” he says to Buck, eyeing a hipster in confusion. That sweater has like fourteen different kinds of flowers embroidered on it; it looks like something his ma owned, only ironic. 

• “How much is eighteen dollars in future money?” Bucky asks him inside the Balcony Lounge in the Met. Steve blanches, staring at the menu. “For a salad? Oh my God, we’re going to the cafeteria.”

•  Haggling in the fish market. Listen to me, this is so important. “That fish is a fuckin’ tadpole, and you want how much for it?” Bucky demands. “Hell no, hell no, kid, I’m old enough to be your granddad. It’s fifteen for the bunch there or none.” “Sir, these are set prices.” Turning to Steve, incredulous: “Does nobody goddamn know how to do business anymore? I swear to Christ. Bleedin’ me dry. I’m moving to Hell’s Kitchen.” “Hell’s Kitchen is just as expensive, sir.” “Well, fuck a duck, Steve, you hear that?” 

• Following along with a yoga class happening in Central from six feet away, hidden slightly behind a tree

• “Yeah, Carnegie got hit in the Chitauri attack.” “What?” “It’s fine! It’s fine! It’s still there!” Steve refers not to the hall, but the deli. Priorities. 

• Searching for apartments. “I’m starting to get the feeling,” Steve says, “That it’s cheaper to live in Manhattan.” He reaches for the listings for the other borough. Bucky grabs his hand. “Do not,” he says, “If you don’t want to have an aneurysm.” 

• Stopped by the HONY guy

• Bucky holding a stare-off with the 11 y/o kid on the subway wearing a Yankees jersey. The kid staring-off right back. Little punk. 

“cis!” or “always-a-xyz!” designations for fanworks & prompts are transphobic.

it’s something that i accepted as true but didn’t fully understand until the last year or two, even though i’ve been aware i’m NB myself since i was 17, but i wish people wouldn’t let the confusion stop them from listening & learning.

of course it might not make sense to you. of course you need to do some unpacking. of course we all need to put in effort to unlearn systemic transphobia in ourselves. just bc you might not understand it rn doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try, or that you should just shrug and write off the concerns of trans & nb people as frivolous, or inapplicable to you.

nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby by stigmata

The breath Louis drags in is shaky, tinged with the heat from Harry’s mouth. “If I dreamed you up to get myself off, I’d have made you more attractive.”

Harry pulls back just far enough to look more fully at Louis’ face, lips spreading into a wide cattish smile, all teeth. “You’ve really got to stop embarrassing yourself by trying to lie to me.”

Only Look Ahead Harry/Louis (endgame) | 72k | Explicit Note: written for @1dbigbang round four.

Louis never intended to fall in love with Harry: not five years into their time together in the band, not when they’re living on opposite continents, and especially not when he’s the new dad to a tiny human with way too much personality for anyone under nine pounds. Yet somehow Harry manages to worm his way into Louis’ life with every bit of weird affinity for Swedish homegoods and expensive baby clothes that you’d expect.

Only Look Ahead Harry/Louis (endgame) | 72k | Explicit Note: written for @1dbigbang round four.

Louis never intended to fall in love with Harry: not five years into their time together in the band, not when they’re living on opposite continents, and especially not when he’s the new dad to a tiny human with way too much personality for anyone under nine pounds. Yet somehow Harry manages to worm his way into Louis’ life with every bit of weird affinity for Swedish homegoods and expensive baby clothes that you’d expect.