Sebastian Stan on getting massages

just really wanted to render some metal ngl

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He IS a precious, precious gem and must be protected at all costs! 🥹💎🥹🤗

He's so Daddy I'm gonna dieeeee! 🥹

This felt like an actual Avengers team group call 🤣🤣🤣🤣

this made my day 😂

"Shut. up."

Grace's Gazette: Volume 01

Grace’s Gazette: The First Collection

My Dearest Writers,

As I pen this letter to you, I am filled with delight at the diverse stories that have graced my reading nook. You, dear authors, have each woven worlds that lift us into realms of mystery, love, and longing. Today, allow me to celebrate the splendor of some of your offerings, each one a gem in the treasure chest of Weaving Wonderful Writers. Let us step into these tales. Shall we?

~

Memory Served inked by @secretswiftymarvelfan

Dearest Niamh,

Oh, what an utterly enthralling and suspenseful tale you have spun in Memory Served! From the very first page, I was swept into the delicate tension of our heroine’s plight—awakening to a world half-remembered, tethered to a stranger by only fragments of what once was. The poignancy of her trust, her quiet hope despite her uncertainty, tugged at my heart with each choice she made in earnest faith. And how masterfully you have built this gradual unfolding of hidden memories—each one slipping through her dreams like faint whispers, urging her toward a truth yet out of reach. It is both haunting and beautifully wrought, leaving one on edge, breath held, yearning for her happiness but dreading what may yet come. Your tale is as alluring as it is mysterious, dear author, a journey that shall surely linger in my thoughts long after the last word.

~

Workout Motivation inked by @sergeantbarnessdoll

Dearest Shannon,

Heavens above! My heart quite galloped through every sinful, electrifying moment of your tale. To have our dashing Sergeant Barnes, no less, swept up in such passion within the walls—oh, the scandal! The way you crafted each glance and touch was simply intoxicating, like a spark that sets the senses ablaze. I daresay, I found myself blushing, my own breath quickened, as though I were right there, lost in that most thrilling of encounters. The intensity between them was palpable, undeniable, each movement a dance that left one both utterly flustered and completely captivated. Bravo, dear author! You’ve penned a scene that shall certainly haunt my thoughts (and perhaps quicken my own pulse) long into the evening. To the author of this tale, I tip my hat—this was a delight!

~

Heart Sweater inked by @buck-star

Dearest Sydney,

What a heartwarming delight this has been! A father softened entirely by his daughter’s small but endearing gift—a sweater, lovingly chosen by the hands of innocence and worn by a figure known to all as fierce and untouchable. This tender tale of Bucky, our seemingly impenetrable mafia figure, warmed my very soul. How artfully you have revealed the softness beneath his hardened exterior, showing us a glimpse of the man who treasures his family more than the world itself. To see him so willingly and lovingly wearing the gifts, undeterred by anyone’s gaze, speaks volumes. I am utterly charmed by this tale, dear author, and I shall revisit it whenever I seek solace in the purity of familial love.

~

The Alpha to the Rescue inked by @thezombieprostitute

Dearest Author,

Oh, what a delightfully tender and stirring tale! The way our noble Alpha strides in, so keenly attuned to every flicker of distress, speaks to the profound connection woven between him and our dear Omega. Indeed, there is something so wonderfully captivating in witnessing his fierce determination to bring comfort, even within the confines of the office—a place hardly conducive to such soft-hearted displays. And yet, he cares not for the eyes of others, but only for the well-being of his beloved. To be swept away from the toils of the day and carried homeward, cherished and safe—my heart could not help but flutter! Such devotion, so purely shown, leaves one breathless with admiration. Truly, dear author, you have captured the very essence of a bond that resonates deeply within the heart. Your words carry a warmth that lingers, my dear, and I thank you for this touching depiction of love’s embrace.

~

Temptation inked by @bucksangel

Dearest Angel,

Ah, what a most chilling and evocative tale you have woven! From the very first words, I felt the shadow of apprehension clutching tightly—a remarkable rendering of that unsettling sense of being watched, whispered about but unseen by those around. Your portrayal of our dear heroine's rising paranoia was positively masterful, leaving me glancing over my own shoulder with every line! And then…dear Bucky enters, a figure both entrancing and enigmatic, his every word and gesture crafted with an alluring, almost haunting precision. As she surrendered to his undeniable charm, I found myself as captivated as she—unable to resist this man who seemed, indeed, to tread between shadow and light. How utterly sublime, this acceptance of love tempered by such exquisite danger! A work that will linger in my thoughts like a secret whispered in the dark. Bravo, dear author, for crafting such a tale of rare and intoxicating allure.

~

Revealed Secret by @lives-in-midgard        

Dearest Sara,

This story brought forth a smile and a sigh. How wonderfully satisfying it is when hearts that secretly yearn for one another finally meet! Mantis’s unexpected reveal, spilling a secret that was never meant to escape, serves as a charming, unexpected twist. And when Bucky’s confession follows—ah, it is as if the universe finally aligns for these two. To witness their shared joy, their long-hidden affection finally brought to light, is a triumph of love over secrecy. This tale, sweet as it is stirring, left me with a warm glow that lingers even now. Thank you, dear author, for sharing this tender, joyous journey.

~

Invisible inked by @americas-ass-writing

Dearest Jaqui,  

In this story, you have captured the aching loneliness of one who feels unseen despite the grand company she keeps. The reader’s quiet struggles, her pain laid bare, made me yearn for someone to notice her worth. Enter Steve, our kindest Captain, who sees her, cares for her, and quietly reveals the depths of his admiration. How I cheered when Bucky finally revealed his affections. This story, dear writer, is a singe to a yearning heart for value and worth, and to love that endures in the face of silence and solitude.

~

How to Impress a 21st-Century Girl inked by @brunchable

Dearest Jamie,

Oh, how delightful this tale is! It offers a lighthearted yet endearing look into Bucky’s foray into modern romance. His experience is the very essence of charm and humor. Watching him navigate this new world, determined yet slightly bewildered, is as heartwarming as it is amusing. Oh, what joy! To find a connection in such an unfamiliar world and feel that spark is simply enchanting. Tis a delightful and charming story! The way you captured the initial awkwardness of their date is simply adorable—those comical moments made my heart flutter! Bucky's intense beauty paired with his smug yet endearing personality creates such an enchanting dynamic between them. And that kiss! It was the perfect culmination of tension and sweetness, leaving me breathless. Your writing beautifully balances humor and romance, making their connection feel so real and relatable. This brought a smile to my face, and for that, I thank you, dear author.

~

To each of you, my sincerest thanks. Your stories have captivated, delighted, and moved me beyond measure.

And, until the next time.

Grace, Your Reverent Reader

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Phew! I put all my heart into writing & crafting this, and I'm extremely happy ❤️

For any further inquires, drop by Grace's Abode! I'm happy to help or clarify any doubts you've got! Unfortunately, I haven't interacted with a lot of you, so if you are simply curious or, if you wanna be a part of the Weaving Wonderful Writers Society, please send me a message and I will be happy to share the invite to the society!

Tagging (hoping they'd work) some of the potential members of the Weaving Wonderful Writers Society! :)

Apparently, I can only tag 50 per post. So, I will tag the rest in the reblog.

In no particular order:

@elixirfromthestars | @darsynia | @kellyn1604 | @littlefreya | @mrsbuckybarnes1917 | @imyourbratzdoll | @winterarmyy | @espinosaurusrexex | @queen-of-the-avengers | @late-to-the-party-81 | @deliciousangelfestival | @fineanddandy | @samodivaa | @krirebr | @ramp-it-up | @veltana | @chase-your-dreams-away | @buckets-and-trees | @lanabuckybarnes | @delicatebarness | @drabblesandsnippets | @ozwriterchick | @shamrockqueen | @buckysforeverprincess | @anonymityisfunwriter | @flowersforbucky | @jobean12-blog | @saiyanprincessswanie | @sosa2imagines | @stargazingfangirl18 | @eulalielatibule | @caplanbuckybarnes | @sarahowritesostucky | @shellyshellshell | @stellar-solar-flare | @targaryenvampireslayer | @musette22 | @bigtreefest | @steviebbboi | @yenzys-lucky-charm | @angrythingstarlight |

Weaving Wonderful Writers Society—The First Column

By the good grace of the literary muses, I am humbled to present to the distinguished members of our society the Weaving Wonderful Writers, the most delicate and daring works of our time. The quills of our assembly have never been more lively, and with each stroke, they pour forth a remarkable array of tales—some tender, some tempestuous, yet all woven with the masterful hands of our gifted members. It is my most solemn duty, and indeed my pleasure, to share the vibrancy of their words.

As I sit here, pen in hand, the late afternoon sun gently kisses the earth, casting a golden hue upon the sprawling meadows beyond my window. The soft chatter of the village below serves as a reminder that despite the quietude of our craft, the world within us spins its merry course just like the outside.

These works, gentle and affectionate, leave the heart warmed and spirits lightened. Our dearest writers spun such tales that speak of unblemished love—where hands brush under candlelight, and soft confessions are whispered beneath the boughs of old oaks. Their narratives remind us that, in a world oft harsh, there remains space for the delicate, and the comforting. It is as though their every word is laced with silk and lavender, inviting us into a realm where kindness reigns supreme, and joy is found in the simple entanglements of hearts.

Yet, as dusk settles into the night, casting long shadows across my study, there comes a certain thrill with the more scandalous offerings of our writers. The flicker of candlelight illuminates the whispered rumors and forbidden encounters that arise in secret corners of grand estates. It was only this past week that Lady Celia, the very picture of propriety, was discovered in a scandalous embrace with a most unsuitable gentleman beneath the hedgerows of the West End. Whispers of the "scandal" fill every drawing room, but in truth, it seems no soul can look away, drawn to the heat and allure of forbidden passions. Indeed, it is in these very tales, where society’s boundaries are crossed, that we find ourselves most captivated. Our raunchy authors, bold as ever, capture this recklessness in their prose, reminding us that love, in all its fiery and unrestrained glory, is often what we desire most, even if propriety demands otherwise.

As the hour grows later, and the world outside my window grows still, I find myself drawn to the dim corners of the past, where shadows of loss and yearning dwell. The night now cold, and the soft patter of rain against the glass speaks to the melancholy that our angst writers so deftly conjure. I, Grace, seated alone in the amber glow of the last remaining candle in my chamber, recall the faces of those long gone. Just last winter, a dear acquaintance of mine, Miss Eleanor, lost her love to the cruel sea—his ship never to return. Now she wanders the halls of her ancestral home, waiting for a letter that shall never arrive. Such tales, where love is dashed upon the rocky shores of fate, remind us of the fragility of human emotion, of the delicate balance between joy and despair.

Even in the deepest throes of despair, one must remember that not all is lost. Within some of these tales, if you dare to search, the most sorrowful journeys end in bittersweet triumphs. Here, through the deluge of heartbreak and the weight of unbearable sorrow, a fragile light persists, guiding love back to its rightful place. These stories remind us that joy, though delayed, is never beyond reach. A happy ending—perhaps harder won—feels all the more radiant for the trials endured. It is in these pages that we are reminded of the resilience of the heart and the enduring power of hope.

Indeed, if one gazes deeply into the heart of any story—be it a tender romance, a torrid affair, or a tragic loss—there lies a subtle intertwining of every emotion as if each element were a thread in the great canvas of human experience. The warmth of affection often lies hand-in-hand with the raw intensity of passion, and the sweetest joy can so easily turn to heartbreak. Our most esteemed authors, whether knowingly or not, weave all three together, creating works that are complex, resonant, and deeply affecting. Even in the lightest of tales, one may catch a glimpse of sorrow beneath the surface, and even in the darkest of tragedies, there is a flicker of hope, however faint.

In each of these genres, there lies the brilliance of our collective spirit. We are weavers of not just stories, but of lives and longings, of joy and sorrow, entwined magnificently. To the members of our venerable society, may your pens remain steady and your passions unwavering. For it is through the written word that we shall continue to elevate the art of storytelling to its rightful place—a realm where all are invited to dream, to desire, and to feel deeply. With this, I conclude my humble reflection.

Following this first column, I will publish Gazettes with a few authors per Volume. I urge you, dear readers, to take solace and delight in the creations of your fellow authors.

Yours in letters and lore,

Grace, Your Faithful Scribe

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Phew! I put all my heart into writing & crafting this, and I'm extremely happy ❤️

Unfortunately, I haven't interacted with a lot of you, so if you are curious and want to be a part of this Weaving Wonderful Writers Society, please feel free to reach me either by sending an ask or DM. You can find me at Grace's Abode

Tagging (hoping they'd work) some of the potential members of the Weaving Wonderful Writers Society! :)

Apparently, I can only tag 50 per post. So, I will tag the rest in the reblog.

In no particular order:

@elixirfromthestars | @darsynia | @buck-star | @kellyn1604 | @littlefreya | @mrsbuckybarnes1917 | @lives-in-midgard | @imyourbratzdoll | @winterarmyy | @sergeantbarnessdoll | @espinosaurusrexex | @queen-of-the-avengers | @late-to-the-party-81 | @deliciousangelfestival | @fineanddandy | @samodivaa | @krirebr | @ramp-it-up | @secretswiftymarvelfan | @veltana | @chase-your-dreams-away | @bucksangel | @thezombieprostitute | @buckets-and-trees | @lanabuckybarnes | @delicatebarness | @drabblesandsnippets | @ozwriterchick | @shamrockqueen | @buckysforeverprincess | @anonymityisfunwriter | @flowersforbucky | @jobean12-blog | @americas-ass-writing | @saiyanprincessswanie | @sosa2imagines | @stargazingfangirl18 | @eulalielatibule | @caplanbuckybarnes | @sarahowritesostucky | @shellyshellshell | @stellar-solar-flare | @targaryenvampireslayer | @brunchable | @musette22 | @bigtreefest | @steviebbboi | @yenzys-lucky-charm | @angrythingstarlight |

@mercurial-chuckles Thank you for doing such a nice thing for the fandom, and I'm honored to see my fics on the list! 🥰Now I've got a bunch of new fics to check out!

Lestat, hoping Louis will tell him the truth and realizing he won't.

the world fades to black. welcome to an altered future.

Thinking about what if the reason the Winter Soldier says “who the hell is Bucky?” instead of “who is Bucky?” is because hearing his real name after possibly decades (especially from Steve) made him slip back into Bucky’s old speech patterns for just a moment? Because I can’t imagine that the handlers and such allow the Winter Soldier to talk to them like a peer or a fellow coworker, they didn’t even treat him as human

and we know Bucky uses “hell” often in exclamations once he’s himself

Save The Date!

James Buchanan Barnes in Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

I have a headcanon that, what with growing up poor and disabled and then being in the war and all of that, most of the skills Steve picks up during that time are very survival level (probably not an actual term but that's what I'm calling it).

Like, he can cook. He can make a meal from all kinds of scraps and leftovers and it will be filling, and usually even taste good if that's an option, but put him in front of a fridge stocked full of quality ingredients and he might have trouble even figuring out what to cook.

He can drive. Military cars, trucks, probably even tanks. Maybe he's a little reckless about it, preferring speed over caution, and maybe the Commandos didn't let him drive all that often once they realized (Bucky told them) that Steve never sat behind the wheel before. He drives like it - like he never got much proper training, but he's reckless and smart enough to get the car over rought terrain like no one. But put him on the busy streets of New York and he's one turn away from a car accident.

Patching up wounds, fixing up clothes, Steve can do everything that's needed in the worst conditions and with very little to work with. But give him proper, good quality materials and tools and he won't know what to do with half of it.

And maybe that's because it's not only his skills that are in survival mode, but he himself is too.

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On my knees 😍😍🫶🏻

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