So how 'bout those trailers. OMG.

You couldn't handle this. Mm, you'd be surprised.

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981), dir. Steven Spielberg

it's always funny to me when i read a book with complex female characters who express a wide range of emotions, not all positive, and i think "oh she's like me fr" and then i go read the reviews and everyone's pretty much like "these women are despicable"

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER

this hit me like a truck

Mean Girls (2004) || The Rings of Power (2024)

#let me tell you something about Adar #we were best friends. I know so embarrassing right? #so then I was chief lieutenant to Morgoth who was totally gorgeous but then he was exiled to the void #and Adar was weirdly jealous of him #like anytime I would blow him off to commit dark deeds with Morgoth he’d be like ‘why didn’t you call me back?’ #and I’d be like ‘why are you so obsessed with me?’ #and then at my coronation he murdered me and now I guess he’s on crack (via @aethelredism)

The Rings of Power | Season 2 | Aug 29 - Oct 3, 2024 S2.E8 ∙ Shadow and Flame

Melody

Summary: On a late night wander, Bucky hears a song from the past

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word count: 645 Warnings: None

A/N: Yeah it’s my first time putting writing out into the world…comments and feedback are always appreciated!

MASTERLIST

The night was warm for early May, an unexpected gift tucked into a cold and dreary spring. For a city that never sleeps, it was strangely quiet, the ever-present cacophony having melted into the velvety black of deep night.

Head down, hands tucked deep in his pockets, Bucky Barnes walked slowly down a familiar side street. His mind wandered down alleys and avenues he’d rather forget, and he accepted he wouldn’t find sleep tonight. Insomnia was a common occurrence for him, it always had been. Before the war, he would roam the streets of Brooklyn, the darkness a comforting cover to the dilapidated buildings that made up his neighbourhood. He would walk until his feet hurt, until the dense black turned to hazy grey, welcoming colour back into the world.

The old brownstones rose up around him, the bricks wet from an earlier rainstorm, and smelling faintly of sunshine and ageing clay. Pausing next to a dark, weathered old bench, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette and vintage lighter. With a practised hand, he flicked the lid and struck the coils, a steady flame appearing. He slipped the cigarette between his lips, and cocked his head forward, touching the end to the fire, inhaling deeply, letting the nicotine flow into his system. He really should quit smoking, he thought ruefully.

Another day, perhaps. One when his heart wasn’t trying desperately to stitch itself back together.

There it was. A soft light blossomed in the apartment across the street, and in the silence, he heard the faint sound of piano keys. A sheer curtain covered an open window, fluttering gently in the soft breeze, and he saw the outline of a woman sitting in front of a small upright piano. Her fingers trailed across the keys, striking a chord here and there, while the rich sounds carried quietly but clearly through the night. Bucky sank slowly onto the bench, waiting.

There was a pause, and then an achingly familiar melody drifted from the window, one from another life.

“You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh…the fundamental things apply, as time goes by.”

He could see her shadow swaying gently to the music, shifting her shoulders to follow the movement of her fingers as they danced across the keys. Bucky took another drag, the cherry burning bright red, slowly exhaling as he whispered the words to accompany her song.

“Moonlight and love songs never out of date. Hearts full of passion, jealousy, and hate. Woman needs man, and man must have his mate, that no one can deny.”

He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes never leaving the window. He could feel the prick of tears and he blinked them away. He remembered the first time he heard this song, at a smoky jazz club in 1939 Manhattan. He remembered the last time he heard this song, the pure notes floating up from this same piano.

“It’s still the same old story, a fight for love and glory, a case of do or die. The world will always welcome lovers…as time goes by.”

The final chord vibrated in the air. He dropped the cigarette, grinding it out with the heel of his boot. If it was a fight for love and glory, then he was all in. With one last glance at her window, he squared his shoulders and turned toward home. He could win her back.

So hauntingly beautiful! Win her back, Bucky. ❤️

Thank you love!! 💜

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