Hey look I actually finished the next part!
Pages 3 & 4 out of ???
samuel l. jackson is so adorable on twitter look at these old ppl selfies
I can’t fucking breathe holy moly
I wanna take all my selfies like the one on the right. I wanna channel this energy all the time
here to the end of the line
Daily #492! Some days may even be a bit of both.
One of my favorite GIFs of one of my favorite NASA visualizations to preview Monday’s It’s Okay To Be Smart and get you excited and all that jazz. Think you can guess what tomorrow’s vid is about?
Blue = sea salt
Green = organics
Red = dust
White = sulfates
Check out the full NASA video below, featuring simulated global “stuff in the air” over a two year period on Earth. Ain’t Earth beautiful? (Even if, as in this case, it’s a 3 million processor-hour computer animation)
goldandlights said: A few months post Cap2, Steve’s at a coffeeshop when Bucky shows up. Without hydras constant ‘caretaking’ his condition is starting to fall away and he’s very confused (also: ptsd).
"I didn’t know where else to go"
So the muse bunny decided to bite. I don’t usually do this, but I felt I had to write something for it. Probly because this is the kind of fic I’ve been searching for and this picture seemed like an excellent prompt to just do it myself.
So here’s a ficlet to go along with the art. Sorry if something’s wrong or it’s dumb. I haven’t written fic in a loooooong time. ^^;
The search for Bucky had come to a standstill. The trail, what little there was of it, had gone horribly cold. And nothing Steve or Sam did seemed to turn up anything new. So they returned to Washington. Sam to his job at the VA, as much as it chaffed him to be settle back into normalcy, and Steve to…nothing really. Stark had offered him his old room at the Tower, but Steve had turned it down. It had felt like there was still something unfinished. Bucky was still out there somewhere. Possibly. Even Steve was starting to wonder if the man that had once been his best friend had once more disappeared from his life, maybe for good.
Life went on. City repairs and cleanup of the fallen helicarries were still happening while the residents picked up their own lives. With no SHIELD to issue orders and the rest of the government conspicuously silent when it came to their number one hero, Steve felt adrift. He’d taken to haunting the coffee shop around the corner from his apartment. The first time he’d appeared, it was a near thing that the barista on duty had nearly fainted in shock. But after coming back again and again, he’d become one of the regulars and was generally left alone.
He’d sit in an armchair next to the windows, but always with his back to the wall, and sketch. Sometimes the interior and the constantly changing customers. Sometimes scenes from outside with its familiar, and now comforting, bustle of city life returning to normal. But always, a familiar face appeared in the drawings somewhere. In a car window. Staring intently at a shopfront. Half hidden within the crowd.
Steve sighed with something close to exasperation at such preoccupation, at the urge to go out and do something about it but having no direction to move ahead with. He sipped at his coffee once before leaning back and staring morosely down at his sketch pad. His pencil seemed to move of its own accord, sketching out details of haunted eyes above a black smudge. He didn’t pay much heed to the people moving about the shop, even when someone paused next to his table.
'Can I sit down?' A rough voice asked, tugging at recognition. Steve looked up, startled to meet eyes that had followed him on paper every day since that last encounter on the helicarrier, now looking horribly exhausted. He gave a wordless nod and watched as the Soldier, no, Bucky practically dropped into the seat opposite Steve, shoulders tense and hunched, hands firmly in the pockets of his sweatshirt. Bucky leaned forward a few long moments later, hands moving push the hood back from tangled, unkempt hair before pressing against his lips as if restraining himself. From leaning across the table to throttle Steve, from clinging to the only person that might have answers and order for his mind, for having nothing better to do other than to keep them from hiding away in his pockets? Steve's lips curved gently as these thoughts flicked through his mind as he carefully set aside his pad and pushed his coffee across the table. Slowly. Very slowly. The man across from him may look like death warmed over, but the blond knew that anything could trigger combat reflexes and here was the last place he wanted to start a fight. It was a wonder Bucky stayed in the city at all. Or did he? Where had he been the last few months? Questions burned at Steve's lips but he waited, patiently, clasping his hands loosely on the tabletop and studying the face across from him.
'I didn't know where else to go.' Came the whispered voice, nearly lost amid the noise of the shop and the hands still tightly clenched in front of chapped lips. 'Nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing is left.' The voice paused and confused eyes met Steve's, staring into him, beseeching. 'Except you. Why?'
Steve blinked and something uncurled inside, and he had to resist the urge to reach out to the man in front of him. Instead he reached forward to nudge the coffee, smiled and tilted his head to the side. “Where do you want to start?”
This is so wonderfull ahhhh
Stevveee bb, it’s like, his whole world has been turned on its head and it seems almost cruel that the world should carry on as normal when he doesn’t even know the meaning of the word anymore.
The story progresses so sweetly, from tension to soothing, like Bucky arriving, however broken, is still like a piece fitting into place. This Steve can work with, he might not recognise Steve but he does recognise that Steve is SAFETY.
Ahhh thank you so much for writing this, it’s pretty much exactly what I had in mind for it. I was going to have it a little longer originally - withthe waitress worriedly coming over to make sure the despondent hobo wasn’t bothering the Cap but I figured this worked just as well and your ficlet proves this exactly.
A little behind the scenes look of the early stages of Green Lantern the Animated Series.
My eternal gratitude to everyone who helped prove the doubters wrong.
Captain America : The Winter Soldier
Marvel comics meme → One issue
∟Captain America Vol. 5 #14: Winter Soldier Conclusion
“Remember who you are.”