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JEN is:
1. an engineer
2. a Batman enthusiast
3. awesomely hot
4. loves science
5. all of the above.
If you guessed number 5, you're awesome and win my eternal love and devotion. I really love tea, here's my TEA WISH LIST .

I'M A POOR GRAD STUDENT, EVERY BIT HELPS:

need more fics where derek makes jam and farms organic raspberries and has six goats and makes cheese and wears sweaters

20   •   Apr 16th, 2014

going on ao3 is very reminiscent of ff.net. twilight/teen wolf crossovers make me shudder

9   •   Apr 16th, 2014

causticgrip:

X-Men: Days of Future Past | Official Trailer 3 [HD]

the lack of kitty pryde makes me angry

84   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: runeybadger   •   SRC: causticgrip

"I went to coach a little league baseball team when I was a junior in high school. I showed up to the first practice and I wanted to be all hard nosed and wanted to make an impression, “Drop and give me ten, and do a pole to pole!”  So I go in with this stern face and someone says, “Hey, you’re that kid on YouTube!”  They all knew who I was and it was the weirdest thing.”

(Source: holland-roden)

1814   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: fuckyeahstilesderek   •   SRC: holland-roden
I am a huge whump/hurtcomfort fan and I haven't been seeing a lot of recovering!Bucky being self conscious and/or resentful of his metal arm. Maybe because he can't hug Steve with both hands anymore, or because he accidentally hurts someone trying to wake him up, or because it triggers him when someone has to make repairs. Your choice of comforting person. Also, you are my hero for all these ficlets!
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ifeelbetterer:

When Bucky looked down at his hands, he realized one was made of metal.

No, that’s not right. He didn’t not know it before, he’d always known he gripped one half steel. But he looked down one day and realized it wasn’t his for the first time. He spread both hands, metal and flesh, and flexed his fingers.

If he thought about it, he could imagine feeling the metal instead of knowing it; the way it never hurt or ached or sweat but it did slow down and grind and sometimes even creak. He thought about how many of the things he knew but hadn’t felt had been smoke and mirrors, lies and tricks.

And the metal didn’t even feel cold.

***

Sam appeared at Bucky’s side. Not stealthily, the way all the spies and heroes did. Sam moved in straight lines, always was exactly where he seemed to be.

"Let’s say hypothetically," said Sam, "that someone was working through some pretty severe trauma."

Bucky almost smiled. Sam plowed ahead.

"And this guy has trouble with all the stuff that was done to him outside of his control, both in his head and in his body."

Sam had a box of Mike&Ikes and he tipped out a few into his hand. He held the hand out towards Bucky, palm up. He was sitting on Bucky’s left.

But Bucky’s left arm wasn’t what it once was.

"So this guy takes some of that out on the arm they forced on him, right," said Sam, is hand still outstretched. Bucky didn’t turn his head but he looked at the little pills of candy sitting perfectly on a fleshy hand, held motionless in the perfect dip of the palm.

"I wouldn’t blame him," said Sam quietly.

Bucky twisted around to take the proffered candy with his right, flesh hand.

"I would only ask him: you want it gone or do you want it working?" said Sam, popping the rest of the handful into his own mouth.

Bucky sighed.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, he thought.

***

If Bucky held Sam’s hand, flesh-to-flesh, while Tony took a blowtorch to his left side, it was only to feel the pulse under the skin. It was only to grip harder and feel the perfect palm—not a mark, not a blemish on the beautiful skin—to be closer to that.

They had put rubber in his mouth once, but Sam put flesh in his hand.

62   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: ifeelbetterer   •   SRC: ifeelbetterer
#fic rec   
I would love to know what happens when Darcy meets Bucky.

ifeelbetterer:

Bucky had been staying with Steve for exactly twelve hours when he met Darcy.

He scouted the kitchen twice before he ventured into it because he really, really didn’t want to run into Steve’s team of super-special-good-people. He waited through Steve grabbing his bottle of water and heading out for a run with Sam; Tony eating a microwaved burrito and heading to bead; Bruce and his bowl of yogurt; Natasha and Clint and their cereal (half of which Clint flicked at various spots around the room and some which Natasha batted away with her spoon); Thor and Jane and about six boxes of poptarts.

So he went rummaging in the cabinets when they all had wandered away. He had the bottle of orange juice in one hand and was hunting down a glass when Darcy appeared.

"Oh my god, listen to this," she said as she came in the room, popping one of her earbuds out of her ear. Without any more ado, she put the earbud in his ear.

"No, shut up," she said when he opened his mouth to protest. "Listen, jesus.”

So he did.

There was a sweet, honey voice singing over a sort of hypnotic pulsing beat. Not quite Lena Horne, but good. He couldn’t really pick out the lyrics.

"Look, if you don’t have room in your heart for disco roller derby odes to cunnilingus, I don’t wanna know you," said Darcy.

"…OK?" said Bucky.

"So you like it, right?" Darcy asked, grinning.

The song hit the chorus and, oh, an ode to cunnilingus, he saw what she was saying now. And, yeah, it was great.

He said so.

"Ten points to Gryffindor," she said and pulled the earbud away. "JARVIS, can you blast Bey out of every surface on this floor?"

"I feel I must inform you that this floor is occupied by others besides yourself and Sergeant Barnes," said the ceiling in a snooty British voice.

"So you can’t?" asked Darcy, winking at Bucky.

"I am well versed in this sort of manipulation, Miss Lewis," said the ceiling. Then the song began to blast from all sides.

Darcy grabbed Bucky by the metal hand and spun him around like he used to spin the girls in jazz clubs.

She played the song three times in a row, once while describing in minutiae what this Beyonce lady did during every frame of the music video. He could sing along with her by the third time through.

153   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: ifeelbetterer   •   SRC: ifeelbetterer
#fic rec   

NOT ENOUGH ART OF DEREK HALE IN LARGE CABLE KNIT SWEATERS 

[this has been a psa]

I WANT LIKE FIFTEEN BILLION STORIES WHERE BUCKY HAS TO LEARN TO BE A HUMAN BEING AGAIN AND HE SUPER FUCKING HATES IT BUT ... STEVE.

lazulisong:

waldorph:

walking. Apparently walking is a thing he has to learn how to do again. 

"You walk like you’re trying to kill someone, Bucky," Steve says, in what Bucky knows sounds like a supportive tone to the idiots around them, but what is, in fact, Steve Rogers’ patented Why Are You Such A Moron voice. 

"People don’t talk to me when I walk like this," Bucky points out. 

"They also won’t give you coffee."

And well, fine. 

——

bedtime. The sleeping thing is rough. He thinks it’s safe to blame that on—well, life in general. He’s been frozen on and off for years, and they never kept him awake long enough to need to sleep (he thinks it’s why—well, he thinks that the sleep deprivation contributed to his programming failing). Before that, it’s been the goddamn war, and you slept when you could, where you could. And before that, there’d been the odd jobs Bucky had always worked, anything for an extra penny. 

Steve, who’s always slept like a goddamn princess, doesn’t want to hear it. He throws a futon mattress on the floor (Bucky doesn’t even know what a futon is) and pointedly goes to bed. Bucky lays there, and he can feel Steve looking at him. 

"Just go to sleep," Bucky snaps, night after night after fucking night.

"You’re keeping me up," Steve replies. 

They go to bed at 9:30 and wake up at 7:00, like they’re actually 95 and 96. 

"I didn’t want to say anything," Steve says over waffles when Bucky points it out, "but you could really use the beauty sleep, Buck." 

Bucky smacks him. “Punk.”

(He gets used to it—eventually. He just requires some physical exertion before he goes to bed, and if he enlists Steve in that—well. It’s for a good cause, and Steve’s always been a sucker for those.)

—-

eating. Steve Rogers can’t cook. Bucky doesn’t know who thought Steve could cook, but he can’t. Sarah Rogers taught Bucky all the family recipes because Steve was never going to carry on the family traditions, only shame.

The Winter Soldier didn’t eat for taste, he ate for sustenance. And it’s a weird thing, retraining himself from that. To eat and enjoy it, to consider a meal, to sit down and consume. 

But there’s more available now than boiled dinners and potatoes and whatever things you could get cheap. 

"Everyone eats well now," Steve says one night over Indian food. "It’s not seasonal, and you don’t have to make a bone last for a whole winter."

That’d been a bad winter—Steve’d been sick a lot, Bucky’d been working to help support both their families, and Sarah’d just started getting sick. There’d been one bone and by the time they threw it out, they’d gotten months’-worth of broth from it. 

They get a lot of take out, places they have to look up, because Bucky thinks he’s been to at least some of them, but can’t remember. It’s easier, somehow, to eat it when it’s an adventure, a fixed point of shared experience instead of—well. This is good.

—-

dating. “You clean up nice, I don’t get why you think she wouldn’t,” Steve says, rifling through his mail. The girl in 9H just flirted with Bucky, and Steve is offended on her behalf that Bucky wasn’t fumbling all over himself to get her number.

"I got a mirror," Bucky points out, because he knows he cleans up nice. He knows, even with the metal arm, he’s got enough going on that a girl will forgive that. Knows he can spin it into a sob story—hell, could just say wounded in combat, which is true. Doesn’t even need a cover—

But that’s the problem. He thinks about it all as covers, lies, how to seduce, edit his own history, get what he wants and then go. And maybe that was how it was, before the war. Maybe that’s how they’d been, but he can’t remember. And even if it was, it was a game, simple and light-hearted and nothing like being whored out for a cause. 

"So?" Steve prompts, and Bucky longs for the days when he was goading Steve into dates, not the other way around. 

"So no." 

Steve sighs, and picks up a take-out menu as Bucky locks the door of the apartment. He’s seen—they’ve come a long way. Guys who date other guys don’t have it as bad—can even marry, in New York. They even got a word for people who like both, but—thing is. There are other things Bucky’s got to get right. Like going into crowds, feeling threatened, walking like a human, having a social interaction, eating three meals a day and sleeping at night. 

The whole dating thing—

"Sudanese?" Steve asks. 

"Yeah," Bucky says, and then sighs when Steve hands him the phone to order, because Steve hates ordering food.

Y E P

431   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: the-last-hair-bender   •   SRC: waldorph
happilyevernow:

SUPER-DUPER LONG LIST OF AMAZING POC CHARACTERS ON TV

Wallace Fennel, Veronica Mars
"Underneath that angry young woman shell, there’s a slightly less angry woman who’s just dying to bake me something. You’re a marshmallow, Veronica Mars. A twinkie!"

happilyevernow:

SUPER-DUPER LONG LIST OF AMAZING POC CHARACTERS ON TV

Wallace Fennel, Veronica Mars

"Underneath that angry young woman shell, there’s a slightly less angry woman who’s just dying to bake me something. You’re a marshmallow, Veronica Mars. A twinkie!"

386   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: bleep0bleep   •   SRC: happilyevernow
stereowire:

please don’t ask me how much time I spend thinking about how the metal arm attaches and how much scarring there is around it
lies down, thinks about life choices

stereowire:

please don’t ask me how much time I spend thinking about how the metal arm attaches and how much scarring there is around it

lies down, thinks about life choices

1318   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: ifeelbetterer   •   SRC: stereowire

derek sweater appreciation 

this escalated quickly

8   •   Apr 16th, 2014
#crying   #w h a t   #omg   
saucefactory:

YEAH. OH, YEAH. GIMME ALL THE SIZE DIFFERENCE KINK. GIMME PRE-SERUM!STEVE BEING SO TINY THAT BUCKY CAN LITERALLY PICK HIM UP AND THROW HIM ONTO A BED, OR EFFORTLESSLY HOLD HIM UP AGAINST A SHOWER DOOR WHILE FUCKING HIM, OR FOLD HIM IN HALF AND RUT INTO HIM HARD ENOUGH TO SLAM THE HEADBOARD AGAINST THE WALL, OR CURL ALL THE WAY AROUND HIM AT NIGHT TO KEEP HIM WARM.

saucefactory:

YEAH. OH, YEAH. GIMME ALL THE SIZE DIFFERENCE KINK. GIMME PRE-SERUM!STEVE BEING SO TINY THAT BUCKY CAN LITERALLY PICK HIM UP AND THROW HIM ONTO A BED, OR EFFORTLESSLY HOLD HIM UP AGAINST A SHOWER DOOR WHILE FUCKING HIM, OR FOLD HIM IN HALF AND RUT INTO HIM HARD ENOUGH TO SLAM THE HEADBOARD AGAINST THE WALL, OR CURL ALL THE WAY AROUND HIM AT NIGHT TO KEEP HIM WARM.

1896   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: hungrylikethewolfie   •   SRC: kehinki

(Source: lawyerupasshole)

AU ideas! 

authorkurikuri:

➸ gets into a cab only to find someone else already inside AU
out walking their dog who starts chasing after the other person’s dog AU
cat/dog runs away and other person finds it AU
mistaken identity AU
pen pals AU
sit next to each other in orchestra AU
partners in (literal) crime AU (theft? fraud? hacking? murder?)
partners in dance class AU
trapped on a deserted island together AU
wizard AU where one accidentally apparates into the wrong house
protester and police officer AU
lab partners AU
new neighbors AU
one’s blind and falls in love with the other’s voice AU
hair stylist/make up artist and actor/model AU
bffs when they were little but one moved away and they run into each other again AU
mailman(/woman) and person who receives a lot of mail AU
private detective and client AU
➸ archaeologist AU
paramedic AU
runaway royalty and confused commoner AU
android and human AU
ghosts in love AU
go to the same support group AU
just keep running into each other everywhere AU
orchestra player/pianist and concertgoer AU
younger siblings are best friends AU
photographer and model AU
writer and editor AU
immortal and non-immortal AU
➸ screenwriter and director AU
greek god and roman counterpart AU
ALL OF THE AUS

17354   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: zoekazans   •   SRC: authorkurikuri

(Source: trashybooksforladies)

1698   •   Apr 16th, 2014   •   VIA: lordwhat   •   SRC: trashybooksforladies
#b99