I saw Wonder Woman tonight. As a young woman, watching this movie made me feel empowered like nothing else has ever done for me before. One of my favorite scenes is when Diana and Steve are cornered in the back alley. Steve tells Diana to stay back, a normal male reaction when in trouble. But he doesn't get upset when Diana reaches forward and blocks the bullet. He instead says "Or maybe not." And continues to let Diana save them. It makes me so happy.
Reblog if you agree
One of the kids made Kaner crack up :D (Jan. 28)
Stranger Things (2016)
honestly what year is it
I HATE THIS FUCKING WEBSITE
Reblog if you’re currently writing a novel, even if it’s only in your head or scribbled in the back of a notebook somewhere.
Think about how many books don’t exist yet.
sam and bucky waking steve up vs sam and bucky waking each other up
@imaginemarveltrash this caption is the literal truth
I AM THE TRASH QUEEEEN
Can’t argue with that..
nope. its me. I am sad homeless trash
um hi! i was wondering if you could... SUCK MY ASS HELLO YES I LOVE YOU WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME BACK I EXPECT TO SEE THIS FRONT AND CENTER ON YOU BLOG AND TAG ME IN IT BC YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO TF I AM *flips hair dramatically* NOW PEASANTRY, I WANT A DIALOGUE PROMPT. I WANT 116 MIXED WITH 118 LOVE YOU BOO :*
Why do I do these things for you, Rae. Seriously.
Simply because you love me
*whispers* just like these two love each other
A/N: My first one ^-^ Requested by: @rachaelproductions
Bucky trash taggies: @shtybabutt @aztecgoldd
Pairings: Bucky x Rachael
Prompt: Making cupcakes together
Warnings: Minor swearing, flufffffffffff
Word Count: 2,760 (I COULDN’T HELP BUT GET CARRIED AWAY. I REGRET NOTHING.)
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It wasn’t normal to wake up and start the day like this. But it was times like these that she wanted to make the best of. And she sure as hell will get the most of it. It was usual to wake up alone with the bed empty and cold as her hand glided across the sheets, searching the source of heat that comforted her at night. She kept reminding herself that Bucky was on missions and that he would be home. So, when the rest of the team makes fun of her coddling and being extremely affectionate on the rare days he’s home, she’ll tell them where they can shove it. You won’t hear Bucky complaining over the fretting and affections but you will certainly hear the team groaning when they see them being mushy together.
Today was definitely a treat when she woke up this morning, still wrapped up in Bucky. One of his strong and thickly corded thighs was wedged in between her legs and her left leg was thrown over his hip. She felt his rough hand at the small of her back and under her shirt. With her dainty hands pressed against his impeccable bare chest, she lightly traced shapes and whatever she can think of over his skin. Her eyes drifted to his metal arm that he kept far away from her. She suddenly remembered all the times he has accidently hurt her in the middle of the night, during his nightmares. Bucky would start to shake and squeeze her hip to the point of bruises and he would always apologize profusely and hate himself for it. He still does and she will be there to show him that everything was okay and that it’s not his fault that bad people did horrible things to him. There was also a time when his nightmare was intense and he was startled out of his sleep from the screaming that came from beside him. After a body scan by JARVIS, it was confirmed that he fractured her ribs.
She was brought out of her thoughts when she looked up to his eyes and realized he was already looking at her. Her wide doe eyes seemed alarmed and her face flushed faintly. And she’d be damned if her heart didn’t do things when he gave her his signature lazy grin.
“Hi,” He breathed, “I love seeing you like this.” His fingers found a lock of her hair and gently thumbed it.
“Seeing me look like a mauled whale?” She ridiculed his words. “Yeah you must love this sight.”
“Rachael,” He gave her a pointed look. “Look at it this way; no matter what you look like, I’ll still choose you over anything and everything.” He gently pinched her hip to let her know he wasn’t happy with her belittling herself like that.
She didn’t know it was possible until he was the first one to move. Bucky scooted closer to her and pressed the little of her back so she would slide closer. It warmed his heart that she would unhesitantly interlock their fingers together if they were close enough to be reached. She could feel his chest move against hers, steady and real. His breath puffed out from his parted lips and fanned over her cheeks.
Rachael swore he started talking with his voice on purpose. It was all hushed whispers when they first woke up, now that they were more awake, their voices were slowly getting louder. Bucky’s sleep ridden voice washed over her senses and she shivered against him.
It was Bucky’s turn to shiver when her fingers tenderly ghosted over his neck and his face. Rachael’s fingers left a trail of fire and his cheeks heated up when her thumb pulled his bottom lip apart from the top. She then softly brought her hand into his hair and then her eyes lit up with an idea. Slightly pulling away, she placed her hands on his shoulders to look at him more clearly. Her lips pulled into an innocent smile and she purposely looked at him through her long lashes.
“Hey, Buck.” She said in a tiny voice.
“Oh god,” He groaned. “What now?”
“Nothing major.” She paused, her pointer finger drawing circles on his chest. “It’s just that you would look cute wi-“
“No,” He said after figuring out what she was going to say. Her lips turned into a frown that reached her eyes and she stopped drawing circles.
“But,” She opened her mouth.
“No,” He said again, rolling over to get up from the bed. “God, I love you but absolutely not.” And he left to head for the bathroom.
“Well at least I get to look at your cute ass as you walk away from me!” She yelled after him and laughed when she heard the bathroom door slam.
She finally found some strength to get out of bed… only because she could smell somethin’ cookin’ on the pan. She knew that the only person who would be up this early to make something at this hour was Vision.
That’s where she found him. At the stove with a spatula and an apron tied around him. He felt her before she even walked in.
“Hello, Rachael.” He called, his back facing her.
“So much for the element of surprise.” She rolled her eyes -because she was definitely not trying to sneak up on him- and stood by the counter top that was raised.
“I don’t think it would be possible to scare me,” He answered honestly, like he always did. Sometimes a little too honest. She rested her arms on the counter and leaned over it, trying to peer over his shoulder to see what he was making.
“Uh, Vision?” She asked, biting her lip, willing herself not to giggle. “What are you making?”
“I found this interesting recipe of bacon pancakes and decided to try it. I’ve read that Americans really love bacon and I didn’t know that that strong of an emotion could be towards a food. I have also noticed that all Americans say ‘Murica!’ but I have no idea why they would say that when clearly, their country is pronounced ‘America”.” Vision turned towards her and calmly explained himself.
“That’s okay, Vision.” She responded with a soft voice, noticing he was genuinely confused. “I just wanted to know what you were making, that’s all.”
“Lady Rachael.” Thor decided to announce his presence by nearly making her deaf.
“Could you be any more louder next time?”
He looked like he was about to respond, but it dawned on him that she was being sarcastic and that she really didn’t mean it.
“My apologies,” He said instead, suddenly inhaling the scent. “I woke up a happy man.”
“Yeah, he got laid.” Tony chimed from behind them.
“How about we all go to the dining room to eat before anything escalates.” Steve suggested, silently reminding everyone about that time when Tony took it a step too far and Thor ended up mangling his face and placing the hammer over Tony’s chest when he was sleeping.
And what a glorious sight the dining room was. Plates were stacked high with every food imaginable. Everyone gathered around and Vision brought in the dish with the bacon pancakes, setting them down in the only space available. Bucky tugged on her hand and pulled her down to the seat next to him. Once everyone was tucked into their food, Vision was up and about, clearing empty serving dishes. Rachael didn’t know what happened or how it happened, but one second they’re eating their breakfast and the next, there is a full on food fight. More like a war.
“Clint,” Rachael warned, her finger pointed at him. “Don’t you even dare or so help me god.” Did she honestly think the Clint was going to listen? No. But she did warn him and what he got afterwards was all on him.
And with a splat, the oily scrambled eggs and bacon bits slid down her face. She licked her lips and sighed, just simply grabbing a handful out of the breakfast casserole from the pan and launching it. She felt her knee being purposely bumped by Bucky. She looked to him and he didn’t say it but she can hear him saying it.
‘How old are you?’ He would have said. ‘However old I fucking want to be.’ She would reply.
There was a silence when a bacon pancake doused in syrup landed in Bucky’s hair. There was also a single person who burst out laughing and that was Rachael. She then mocked a frowny face and put a hand on his arm.
“Poor baby,” She said as if she was talking to an actual baby. “Look at you in this mess. I offered to braid your hair this morning but you chose to refuse my services and now fate has landed you at my mercy.”
He just huffed and pulled the sticky food from his hair. The rest of the team scattered when the pancake ended up in his hair and they all collected as many plates possible to carry to the kitchen.
And so it was meant to be. Bucky’s hair was finally washed and after, he sat down and allowed her to braid his hair. It was however, his mistake for not being specific enough. For when she was done, she had created double dutch braids with the middle fluffed out. He ran his hands over his face and sighed. If he was annoyed, he didn’t say or show it.
“You still owe me cupcakes,” He reminded her, turning in his seat.
“Fine,” She said, grabbing his hand. “We’ll make it together.”
When they reached the kitchen, Rachael didn’t waste time to start rummaging through the fridge. Bucky got the mixer and they both started reading out the recipe and getting what is needed. Rachael learned that she will never again ask Bucky to turn anything on -except her- because he immediately set the level on high and all of the contents in the mixer were no longer in the mixer.
“Fuck, Bucky. You’re cleaning this up,” She crossed her arms and stepped back to let Bucky clean. She couldn’t stay upset with him for long because -lord have mercy on everything holy- when he got on his knees, there was a sight she wouldn’t mind seeing everyday. Bucky grinned at her when he heard the small appreciative hum she made. He even swung his hips.
Now that they were starting a second time, she made sure that she was the one to turn on the mixer. The oven was ready and Bucky laid out the cupcake liners in the pan and even set out the ladle for her.
“Thanks, Boo.” She said, kissing him quickly. He just beamed and gathered all the dirty dishes and placed them in the sink, turning on the tap. About half way into carefully filling the liners, she felt a small flick at the back of her bicep. She tried to ignore it, she really did. But everyone knows that her biggest pet peeve was when you flick her. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she ignored another flick. Then a series of flicks -this time harder- were delivered to her elbow and that’s when she lost it. She knew exactly who it was. There were times where she wanted to punch him, but today wasn’t that day. Today was the day she wanted to murder him.
“Next time you flick my arm, Tony,” She made sure to put a deadly cold emphasis on his name. It was common for her to lash out on Tony, but this time, she was going to do something different. “Thor’s destruction on your face will look like nothing after I’m done with it.”
Bucky stood by and pretended he wasn’t paying attention while he was sliding the cupcake pans in the oven. He was totally listening. All he knew that when it came to defending herself, she did one hell of a job and he knows from experience. The memory of them first meeting made him smile. The bright and welcoming smile she had on her face did nothing to falter his sour expression. And at first he hated it. He hated that she was always happy and positive. How could someone be so full of life when someone else’s life was pain? That was the day he said something he shouldn’t have and he almost wanted to take it back but once he saw the fire in her eyes, he shut his mouth and watched her steam. He knew she was trying to let it fly past her and she tried brushing it off, but this was one topic that got her ticking. When she opened her pretty pink lips, World War III was showered upon him. Did she regret it? Absolutely not. Was it worth it? Yes. After that, he found himself purposely trying to get her angry but she managed to keep it together. She tried to keep it all smiles and rainbows and it started to irk him that he couldn’t get another rise out of her.
Back to the present, Tony held his hands up and walked out when J.A.R.V.I.S notified him that one of the suits had a flaw.
Once the oven beeped, Bucky was quick to take them out and insert the toothpick to check if they were ready. After waiting for them to cool down, Rachael handed Bucky one piping bag and they both decorated the cupcakes. It really was a cute sight to behold and it was even more cute when Bucky gradually got closer to her.
“Hey,” He said gently, making her look up. “You have something…” He didn’t finish because it wasn’t until he did it that she realized he licked her cheek and the corner of her mouth.
“Hey,” She said this time and he fell for it, his head moving to look at her. She took him by the neck and pulled him to her. He stepped into her personal bubble and followed wherever her hand was guiding him. And it turns out, the destination was her lips. He didn’t mind, she could be leading him straight through hell with and addition of going another twenty feet under and he’ll still follow her. That also brought him to all those times when he used her as a verbal punching bag because his own life was hell and he was just crawling out, only to be pushed back in.
He looked into her eyes and honestly said, “*ты моя изящество экономии.”
Except she didn’t know what the hell he was saying because she didn’t understand a lick of russian. And the only reply she had was, “**и ты моя резиновая утка.” because that was the only thing Natasha taught her. She watched his eyebrows raise and then he laughed. The look on her face was truly priceless because she didn’t know what was going on.
“Oh my god,” He finally said. “I love you so much.”
“I would hope so.”
–extended ending–
“Tony,” Rachael sing-songed, bounding into the living room where Tony was currently perched as well as the team. Having a movie day was in their best interest. “I have something for you.”
“Yes!” He fist pumped, “I’ve been dying to eat one.”
“Oh, no problem really.” She said.
“Than-” After looking at it, Tony realized the image frosted on it. He looked up at her but noticed she was already walking away. He looked back at his cupcake and yes, it was true. Right there on the cupcake, there was a dick frosted and multiple dick sprinkles placed neatly around it.
—another extended ending—
It was time to start lunch and Vision had just the perfect recipes. He was delighted to try the new ones he found. Once he stepped foot into the kitchen, he looked around and sighed. They may as well order take out because cleaning up this kitchen would take his whole life time and more.
—-maybe some more extended—-
After Tony got called down to his workshop again by J.A.R.V.I.S, he took the hand from one of the suits and watched it form around his hand. He aimed it so the blast would hit the wall but watched it power up just to power down with a sputter. As he tried again, silly string flew from his palm and on to the ground. He turned his hand over and looked at the traitorous circle the should be burning bright blue. It took him a few moments but he knew exactly who it was.
“Rachael!”
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*you’re my saving grace
**and you’re my rubber duck
FUCK YEAH FINALLY THANKS BOO
Her voice is like silk
truth be told, this is the most beautiful song ive heard in a long time
he’s back and ready for the next holiday
WHAT THE FUCK WHEN DID THIS SHIT HAPPEN
DECEMBER 1ST HERE WE GO
Captain America: Civil War trailer in a nutshell
xx SF
thank god this exists bc I just learned a shit-ton
Thank you for this gender friendly post.
****** for number 45!!! Ella is an alternative to Plan B that DOES work on people over a certain weight and it DOES NOT lose effectiveness if you take it on day one or day 3 after unprotected sex and you can get it online at kwikmed (it is a legitimate site and ive used it and a quick google search will validate this legitimacy)
I thought I knew it all (I am a sex health nerd) but lo, I was unaware of that Plan B fact. Glad for the above ^ addition!
yeah i would’ve knocked him tf out too lmao
Yesssss!!!! Omg!
Can we talk about how ALL THE MEN sat there and let that woman be harassed while ever woman in earshot called his as out and finally one knocked him the fuck out.
Only women protect women
For The Masses:
no one coulda reblogged this a month ago when i spent 500
Look at KB coming through
Every time you see this, reblog it. There is always someone in college that will see this.
