#nonbinary bucky

I finally put my lovely stickers from @jaybrogers ​ & @artgroves ​ on things!

RedBubble sells three types of stickers now: matte, glossy, & transparent. The last two times I’ve ordered I just chose randomly because I wasn’t sure what I would like best. In the pic above, the pan flag, eagles shirt bucky and pan bucky are transparent stickers (clear instead of white border around image and image is somewhat transparent). The wonderful women of Birds of Prey are glossy (white borders, shiny/glossy finish). The other two have the matte finish.

Below is a side by side comparison: matte, glossy, transparent left to right.

The matte and glossy aren’t that different except the glossy ones reflect the light a bit more, so that probably comes down to personal preference. I like how the transparent ones look best on my laptop, and I also like how they look on my nalgene if I have it by itself. Eagles shirt Bucky is layered over other stickers on another older nalgene, so there is some show-through to what is underneath; if you want to layer them a bit, I’d pick either matte or glossy. The watercolor-y Sebastian/Bucky one is in a notebook and I do think the matte looks best on paper.

RedBubble links for @jaybrogers ​ & @artgroves​ are below. Jay also has a patreon if you love his art but don’t need stuff, and artgroves also has an etsy shop if you want original art! The Birds of Prey sticker is from the rb shop “PastelThorns” and the pan flag is from “bibibicon”.

https://www.redbubble.com/people/luckycl0ve/shop

Hear me out. It’s very simple.

They hate being called James, a traditionally male name. What if Bucky is a way to have a name that fits them whatever gender they feel like any given day? Even if it’s none at all?

drunk on rose water

wordcount: 15.8k rating: mature tags: trans sam, nonbinary bucky, pining, friends to lovers, au: wings,cats warnings: dysphoria, ptsd, food

“So your wings,” Sam asked, “does that make you, like, a cupid? Like, shoot me with an arrow, make me fall in love, that kind of a deal?”

Bucky stared blankly at him where they sat at the kitchen island. It was hard to take them seriously as a threat when they were wearing a shirt decorated only with badly cropped pictures of kittens. So many of them were so ugly. In a hideously adorable sort of way.

“Why’s everyone ask that?” Bucky sighed, after a moment, “I have all the dating reputation of a corpse. The last person I dated died in 1958, because I haven’t dated in this century.”

Sam's got friends. He's got a lot of friends. The problem is, none of them are like Bucky, and none of them are living with him.