bucky exaggerating a little cough and looking over his shoulder with big eyes to see if gale will fawn over his widdle cold meanwhile gale’s bedside manner is a cross between a doctor in the 1800s and a high school football coach meaning he’s gonna tell bucky to take a shot of mercury and run laps and if he gets lightheaded that means it’s working
it wild to me that there are people out there who aren't interested in history
like wdym you don't think about the fact that women would tell stories as they made butter in the same way we listen to podcasts today? wdym you don't think about that one Chinese poet who wrote about how much he loved his cats hundreds of years ago? wdym you don't think about the fact that we found a gravesite of a young child surrounded by flowers from THOUSANDS of years ago? wdym you don't think about how people wrote "i was here" into the walls in Pompeii? wdym you don't think about the little egyptian boy who drew little doodles at the top of his school works more then a thousand years ago?
wdym you don't think about the fact that people, no matter the place, time, or social status, are fundamentally no different from you. that they loved the same as you, enjoyed the same things you did, dreamed about a better life the same way you did. that despite how seemingly detached you are from these people, in time, place, and culture, the things you do and what u are is so undeniably human that it transcends time and space
so if #iobatw Bucky got a tattoo for Gale what and where would it be? 🤩 maybe he got tipsy one night in DC?
bucky: tattoo a b-17 on my shoulder and write “buck” on the plane
tattoo artist: ok
bucky: can you make it so a blonde pin-up girl is riding the b-17? but she’s got a really flat chest. like nonexistent basically
tattoo artist: …uh, ok…
Like a half hour after taking pain relief meds: oh actually it doesnt hurt anymore i probably didnt even need to take those
i do love the fact its textual that bucky gets white girl wasted and wants to sing karaoke going itsss my songgggggggggg
Richard Siken, Crush; from ‘Wishbone’
TEXT ID: But we both know how it goes I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater, I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.
i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith