they’ve all got their opinions
but then what do they know?
if you can’t go back
where the hell do you go? [x]
“As if I had received them for the hire of their breath only.”
Tom your Loki is showing again! Damn that last one!
Ben Affleck as Wonder Woman
Ben Affleck as the entire Justice League
"Chris, this is important."
"Any time you ever talk about strip clubs in public, you call them libraries. It’s a PR thing. From now on, strip club equals library."
"…what if I need to talk about libraries?"
"When would you need to talk about libraries?"
"I met Anthony Mackie in a library."
"By which you mean a strip club?"
"No. It was a library."
"You met Mackie in a library."
"You know what? In this case? If you want to say you met in a strip club, you should say that."
"But we met in a library."
GET TO KNOW ME MEME → [4/5] five male actors: Sebastian Stan
"I just gravitate towards flawed, conflicted, troubled people." (on the edgy roles he’s always playing)
"flawed, conflicted, troubled people" - you mean "teary homosexuals"
Chris Evans Alphabet → AdorableSTOOOOOPPPPPPP
ironfrost mafia AU sketch dump
note to self: learn to draw guns
haku23 asked: Steve. Zip Me. ohohoho
(I’m too weak of a person to not let this go the cross dressing route. And also this is like 3x the length of a drabble and I wanted it longer but stopped myself. I suck.)
Steve had his back facing the mirror on purpose and was damn well sure he wouldn’t be turning around anytime soon. He could reason that this was no different than when he had had to play seamstress’ dummy for his mother, but it was different—if solely because of the way Bucky was looking at him.
Looking up at him for once, from where he knelt by his chair. His fingertips barely brushed up against the bare skin of Steve’s inner thigh as he finishes rolling up the nylon stocking (god only knew where he nicked it from).
Steve held his breath, and Bucky’s fingers lingered against his skin, settled under the soft folds of his skirt. “See, what’d I tell you?” he said, with his lips curled up at one corner and his eyes glinting under the dim light of their tiny room. “You could definitely pass for a dame.”
Steve folded his arms across his chest, feeling like an idiot. “Yeah, right. I couldn’t even pass in the darkest bar from fifty feet away from the back. Face it, Buck, you were wrong on this one. Like I said.”
Bucky stood, still smiling a little bemusedly and turned Steve’s chair to face the mirror. Wanting the preserve the little dignity he had left, Steve did not cover his face with his hands.
“Nah,” Bucky said, hot breath ghosting against the shell of his ear. His hand had reached up to play with the zipper on the back of the dress, pulling it down, just slightly, and back up, his movements slow and leisurely. Steve bit the inside of his lip, hard, and tried not to scowl at his reflection, at the red lips and kohl-lined eyes. In the mirror, Bucky’s eyes caught his. “I think I was right about this one.”
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