Tiny Punk Soldier

here’s the thing:  in order to feel really comfortable in the rpc again and 1) not overwhelmed by being here and working three jobs and taking care of my health and attempting to put a little time into my other hobbies and my family, 2) not feel either pressured to do various things or interact with people where I don’t necessarily feel entirely valued for a variety of reasons, 3) not be anxious about a dash that moves fast and also requires me to leave on notifications for things I’ve tumblr savior’d just in order to load pages because so much is blocked, and 4) generally just needing a massive change to kick myself into gear… I’ve decided I’m going to need to majorly downsize. 

I understand that this will probably upset some people, offend some of you, etc. I know some of you who are invested in me will be disappointed to have me go. some of you will wonder why I’ve chosen to continue interacting with some people and not others. I’m sorry in advance. The bottom line is that I love writing, I love RPing, and I need to take some steps to be able to continue doing that. 

I may re-follow people in stages, as and when I feel okay to do so, but it will not be everyone and I won’t interact with anyone I don’t follow first. (Right now I follow 250+ blogs. Never again, yeesh.) This is not a reflection on you ic or ooc, this is just something I need for myself. I appreciate each of you and your presence and the fact that you’ve been with me throughout this journey, and I hope that the world brings you good things. 

“My past is out there, ticking like a time bomb. If I have any future I need to find it…Before it finds me.”

☆ independent Jane Buchanan Barnes ☆

For a guy who has no tattoos and has no intention of getting any in the near future, Bucky sure spends a lot of time at the tattoo parlour. He’s laid out on a waiting chair, textbook open on the table beside magazines and portfolios with a notebook in his lap and a pen and highlighter balanced between his fingers, using them interchangeably as he revises for an upcoming test. It might not be the most comfortable studying space but Bucky’s revised for tests in worse places, from grocery shop queues to right on the steps of the exam hall, and this way, he gets to reap all the benefits of Steve’s in-between free time, much to Janet’s derision. Then pens scatter from his fingers onto the table as he’s dragged up and out of the parlour, a giggle at his lips as he’s pressed into the brick wall beside a pile of old crates, before the sound of his excitement is swallowed up by the very insistent mouth of Steve Rogers. 

Bucky was a romantic at heart so the concept of love at first sight wasn’t as ridiculous to him as it might be for most people . . . but even he sometimes can’t believe that he gets to have this. He gets to have Steve dragging him out for make-out sessions that punch him in the gut and leave the feeling of Steve’s lips on his lingering for hours after, making him absently reach up and touch them (and yes, he has been caught before, much to the amusement of his friends). He gets to fall for this guy he’d met by pure chance and coincidence and have absolutely not qualms about it. He gets to bicker and tease, and learn all of Steve’s little quirks like he’s discovering a new science and commit it all to memory, (he always has been a kinaesthetic learner), all to end up cuddling on the couch with his crush at the end of the day. 

     God, he wants to kiss him all of the time. His friends know it, and give him so much shit for it because aw man, is hard-ass Rogers who’s always looking for a fight thinking about smooching his boy again? but Steve ignores the good-natured ribbing. Bucky is worth it. 

     He finishes with the client he’s been working on — he’s really damn proud of the art he’s come up with for this one, so he does put his full concentration into making sure he finishes it with clean lines and flourish — but once it’s been dressed and they’ve left (after providing a very handsome tip), Steve bounds over to Bucky excitedly. He’s got an hour until his next one, which he’s grateful for because his hand is starting to cramp, so it’s his left hand that fists into the other man’s jacket and drags him away. 

     They kiss like teenagers sometimes, frantic and without real finesse, and honestly Steve doesn’t mind one bit. There’s just insistence and intensity and the hard press of lips against lips. He kisses until he simply can’t anymore because he’s full out forgotten to breathe, and then pulls back just enough to look Bucky in the eyes and smile. 

SPOILED NAVY CATS

FEROCIOUS DOG FIGHTS

ROYAL FIELD ARTILLERY HEDGEHOGS

ARMY BABOONS

FLYING FOXES

FANCY GOATS

GOATS IN HELMETS

STUFFED ANIMALS

DONKEYS THAT DRINK TEA OUT OF CUPS

THIS GUY HOGGING ALL THE PETS