MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE.
All Dates are Official. Movies from Doctor Strange onward are not. This is my speculation to what the upcoming slate of Marvel Studios films will entail, coming off the announcement of the new release dates!
FUCKING HELL SO MANY MOVIES TO WAIT FOR SGHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
"This isn’t freedom. This is fear."
GO TO YOUR CORNER
my feelings towards chris evans and sebastian stan are very similar, but are expressed very differently in my tags.
there’s chris evans:
and then there’s sebastian stan:
I DO THIS TOO!!
i was going for the winter soldier but somehow it ended up being generic ninja robot
dedicated to lucy
that is a really awesome make up job
Luci Day, a 6-year-old “Captain America” enthusiast, had no problem taking the franchise’s villain, actor Sebastian Stan, to task in an interview with HuffPost Live on Tuesday. “How does it feel to be a traitor to Captain America?&q…
Marvel, you had my curiosity with the death of Wolverine. Now you have my attention.
This is interesting?
Title: Running On Your Right
Author’s Name: kouryuudielysion
One Shot/Chapter Number: One-Shot
Notes/Warnings: I’ve also put this on AO3, as a heads up for anyone who might have seen it there first. I did, however, change the name slightly because there was already a submission with the original name and I didn’t want to cause any confusion. It seemed to have gone over well, so now I’m feeling brave enough to submit it here too. I hope you all enjoy it.
Summary: You and Sam are tired of being the only ones to eat dust during your morning runs with the two resident super soldiers. You decide to fix that.
You had to seriously fight the urge to sigh dramatically when, for the millionth time, you heard two pairs of feet catching up to you and Sam. There was no escape, and maybe there never would be.
“On your left,” said Steve, easily passing Sam.
“On your right,” called Bucky, blasting past you.
“Man, they don’t even sound tired at all,” Sam whined. Both of you were breathing heavily, close to being done for the morning. These runs had become something of bonding time in your little group, and despite the teasing from the two super soldiers, you wouldn’t go back to exercising on your own any time soon. The teasing was their way of goading you and Sam on, but it didn’t mean you hadn’t been thinking of a little comeback.
“Hey Sam, I got an idea,” you panted out. A quick glance over at him let you know you had his attention. “Next time they come up behind us on the track, we should trip them.”
So my dashboard was possessed to bring me all sorts of pain.
He better do this shit to Ultron.
Are you kidding me thats really cool
you all think cap 2 fucked me up. wait until cap 3 comes out. i’ll see you fuckers in therapy.
THIS VIDEO IS MY EVERYTHING
Sebastian Stan, Captain Romania
That is beautiful, i love it. I wanna make those videos and watch those interviews now.
|Anoniem asked: you’ve been playing guitar in the hall of the hotel since three in the morning and i came down to tell you to shut the fuck up au? c:|
a CLASSIC (i presume you wanted stucky considering that’s what i’ve done the most of so far)
- Bucky’s recently been discharged from the army, after losing his left arm: he was treated in a military hospital, and has made a full recovery with the help of an advanced prosthesis - but he doesn’t have anywhere to live, so while he gets his affairs in order and searches for an apartment, he’s living in a hotel
- He doesn’t usually sleep well, at night, without the help of sleeping pills - but he doesn’t like to take them: they remind him too much of the drug-induced haze he woke up in when he originally woke up from the operation to remove what was left of his arm, after the roadside bomb. That’s not a pleasant memory or sensation, so he avoids them
- He can get three or hour hours of sleep, usually, between the hours of 1 am and 5 am - but one night, at around half 2, he’s woken up by the sound of someone playing guitar down the hall. It’s surprising, obviously - he’s not expecting it - but when the playing continues for half an hour, he finally decides to go outside and tell the person to shut the fuck up
- He heads out in his boxers and a robe, scowling and ready to yell at whoever it is - but when he sees the guy, his words die in his throat
- He’s a specimen, pretty much: blonde, and muscular, with a handsome face and bright blue eyes. He’s leaning up against one of the walls, surrounded by a bunch of teenage girls, strumming away at an acoustic guitar. Bucky catches himself, picking his jaw up off the ground, and clearing his throat - the girls turn to look at him, their eyes lingering on his prosthesis in a way that makes his skin crawl
- The guy sees him, and listens as he says, I’m trying to sleep, would you keep it down? civilly. The guy is quick to apologise: I’m so sorry, sir - i guess we’ll have to clear out - i’ll stop right away. He turns to the girls, and tells them they’d better get going, their parents are probably worried sick about them - he thanks them for coming to his gig earlier, and for their questions and requests, and says goodbye. As soon as they’re gone, he breathes a sigh of relief, and turns back to Bucky, who watches what’s happening with a curious expression. He apologises again, and says he didn’t mean to wake him - it’s just that those were some of his fans, and they caught him in the corridor, and they all wanted to hear a song (which turned into four), and he didn’t want to disappoint them
- Bucky sighs, finally, and says it’s okay - just don’t do it again, okay? - and get some sleep, you look wiped (it’s true - the guy does look tired - but nowhere near as tired as Bucky does). He watches the guy go into his room, before returning to his own
- Bucky goes back to bed, and actually manages to get to sleep (his regular sleeping pattern having been disrupted, and being more tired than usual).
- He’s woken by a knock at his door: when he gets up and answers it, expecting it to be a member of hotel staff for some reason or other, it’s the guy from last night. He says he’s sorry if he woke Bucky up (again), but he wants to apologise for what happened last night. Bucky says it’s okay, he was having trouble sleeping anyway. The guy tells him he always likes a hot drink, before bed - he suggests a kind of tea he usually finds useful. Bucky’s sceptical, but thanks him anyway - the guy introduces himself at Steve Rogers, and tells Bucky his room number, for if you need anything, or something like that, he adds vaguely, sounding somewhat nervous. He leaves, then, and Bucky wonders if he was just being hit on, looking like death warmed up, by a guy as handsome as Steve Rogers
- He remembers that the guy was a musician, and mentioned having a gig last night - he googles him, and finds that he’s actually been pretty successful, of late (Bucky’s been out of the loop for a while, now) - apparently he’s noted for being openly bisexual (and yes, according to the internet, he is single), which piques Bucky’s interest
- He decides to try the tea Steve suggested, because it can’t hurt - that night, he relaxes more easily than usual, thinking about Steve as he drinks the tea (his eyes repeatedly are drawn to his hotel room door as he does so), rather than dwelling on his past. He falls asleep not long after that, resulting in a couple of hours more sleep than usual.
- He goes to Steve’s door the next day (after making sure he isn’t just wearing his boxers and a robe, this time, and that his hair is at least half-way presentable) and thanks him for the tea - he’s sorry about being such a jerk to Steve, before, and offers to buy him coffee. Steve accepts (but insists that he was the real jerk - yeah, i guess you were, Bucky says, with a cheeky grin) and they go out later that day
- Steve asks where Bucky’s from: he says he’s from right there, in New York City, but he’s fresh back from military service (he wiggles the fingers on his metal hand, drawing Steve’s attention to it, in case he hasn’t noticed it, and wants to back out of what Bucky’s tentatively thinking of as a date right now). Steve doesn’t look horrified like he imagines, though - he asks to touch it, and Bucky says to go ahead: he feels the joints, and the articulated fingers, and pretty soon he’s just outright holding Bucky’s hand (a weird sensation for Bucky, in terms of having a phantom limb)
- Steve says he’s a musician; Bucky confesses to googling him last night, which Steve teases him about for a few minutes. Steve says that his producer told him to move to Manhattan from upstate New York, in order to do business more easily with the record label he’s been signed to - he doesn’t know the city that well
- He’s clearly hoping Bucky will offer to show him around - Bucky’s happy to oblige, and they make another date (or three, as it turns out) to do a sight-seeing tour of the city. Bucky tells him which areas he’s been looking for an apartment in - but you probably want an area a little more fancy, don’t you, Rogers? he asks, with a raised eyebrow. Just somewhere where the showers don’t try and eat you alive would be nice, Steve comments, referring to the less-than-pristine showers in the hotel they’re both staying in. Bucky chuckles, and gives him that one.
- They see the statue of liberty, and go up the Empire State; they take the Staten Island ferry, and Bucky takes Steve to Coney Island (the Cyclone almost makes Steve puke, much to Bucky’s amusement).
- Steve says he’s always wanted to take dumb photobooth pictures there: Bucky rolls his eyes, but agrees. He’s not expecting Steve to pull him into his lap (and then laugh at the un-manly squeaking noise Bucky makes when he does so), but they get a pretty good set of photos out of it (including a couple where Bucky finally kisses Steve’s big dumb face to stop him laughing)
- Bucky finds an apartment, finally, not long after that: having finally sorted out his financial situation, he moves out of the hotel, with Steve’s help (he doesn’t have many possessions, but getting them there on the subway isn’t fun)
- He invites Steve around any time he likes - you could stay here free, for a few nights, if you wanted to Bucky suggests, cocking an eyebrow. Steve says he’d like that a lot; he proceedes to stay for a few weeks, instead (before finally finding his own place)
- They’re spotted together, holding hands, and end up in the paper together - Bucky groans, not believing he’s in some gossip column - I was a soldier, dammit, I’m dangerous - i’m not some bimbo girlfriend! - Steve says to ignore it, before asking him: do you regret coming out and yelling at me like an old neighbour, now, Buck?
- Bucky snorts, and says, of course I don’t, you little punk, before making a lewd comment about how Steve’s equally noisy in the night, now, but for completely different reasons, which makes Steve blush (when that happens, Bucky feels like he’s won)
- It’s not a conventional ‘how did you meet’ story, but at least it’s funny to tell folks who ask