Old School Shipper

Remus caught off guard

(two dorks in love)

@stucky-week Day 2: Flashbacks

Commissions open :)

sometimes you just gotta draw fanart for a fic that you read on wattpad in 2015 that you will never read again and don't remember well

(Talk to the) hand turkey

you said you’re embarrassed of your body you told me you think you’re really ugly well my love, i know you don’t see what i see anything that is beautiful people want to break and you are beautiful i’m afraid  x

A little angsty stucky feels for ya. Kinda exploring the theme of Bucky feeling really self-conscious because of what’s been done to his body and his arm

I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop. I don’t know if I can do that.

it’s 2014 again

Good morning, soldier.

Guys, the world?? Is ending?? Remember?

Hush Bucky has some difficulty staying quiet. full nsfw version is under a cut 

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been thinkin about this lately and i think i want a small life. not a BAD life n not an ISOLATED life n not a CLOSED life but just. small. with defined boundaries. i want a job that will sustain me that doesn't require exhaustion to survive. i want a place to live that's big enough for me to choose every part of it; just enough shelf for mugs i love, just enough cabinet for a neat set of paints, just enough closet for clothes i actually like wearing not just ones i tolerate. i want to do little routines and make small batches of things and be a regular somewhere. i just want to have something contained and clear that's mine, mine, mine

IT’S OCTOBER👻👻👻

many hurt/comfort thoughts in this clown fest tonight but i’m just thinking about how steve is so internal— so quiet— that even his anxiety looks that way. he doesn’t lash outwards and he panics almost imperceptibly; he goes quiet, eyes widening a little, throat working as his fingers start to twist around one another. his throat feels stuck, his lips glued shut, and no one notices for a while because he’s so goddamn inwards about it. but bucky always notices and he knows it gets hard for steve to ask for help or make words work, so he just digs into the day bag he carries around and extracts a small sketchbook he keeps on hand for steve, passing it over and sitting next to him as he grounds himself in the soothing, rhythmic motion of his pencil. eventually steve sags to the side, into bucky, and bucky holds him close until he’s ready to talk

How do you say goodbye to someone you’ve been searching for your entire life?

You say their name. So I say yours.

- steve? (nikka ursula, seventy years of sleep)