well maybe not just stucky

I just recently rewatched the Marvel movies and decided to draw my favorite ship, because I didn't have the courage to do it before.

"Sigh Yeah Ill come get you from hell itself but I really wish he'd stop getting out of the yard"

I like to think the gate around the x mansion is to keep logan from prowling too far.

Look at him. That's a puppy who fucked around and found out a bit too hard. A calf who got shocked by the electric fence. A indoor cat that got locked outside.

Old and New by @Hvanauna

“Hey.”

“Mmmmmm?”

“Guess you’re feeling better about being here huh?”

“Why do you say that?”

Steve renting out a whole science museum for a date with Bucky so his boyfriend doesn’t have to deal with the anxiety he gets from being in crowded places

#cries in agreement #that’s so sweet omggggg #bucky would drag Steve through the whole place like a giddy geek #them holding hands #bucky pressing up against the glass as he peers in excitedly #Steve just smiling the whole time because happy bucky means happy steve

@chaos-and-ink yeah 🥺🥺🥺 Bucky’s favourite exhibit is absolutely space, and he falls even more in love with Steve when he tries to impress Bucky by sharing all the cool he learned about space after waking up

@rillils *sobbing quietly*

I FINALLY finished this!

There's so many Easter eggs and smaller details, and i'm obsessed with all of them even though its my own art (and honestly good for me that's how its supposed to be!!)

Let me know if you can find them all and ill give you a cookie and a trophy.

Wade's stuffies+ what's in his little bag :)

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Why you should write healthy marriages:

1. They aren’t done enough.

2. They help other people understand what a healthy relationship looks like.

3. Fights can last for weeks and still be part of a healthy marriage.

4. Stereotypes. Break all the marriage stereotypes.

5. Soft cute couple moments DON’T stop after marriage.

6. Marriage is completely independent of character arcs. Those two individuals with trauma will still be two individuals with trauma but with gold rings.

7. A healthy marriage is one where people understand that their partners have baggage/trauma/flaws, but love them even in rough patches. 

8. It isn’t that healthy marriages aren’t compelling, it’s that people don’t know how to write marriages correctly. 

9. Marriages being an end goal often perpetuates that women are trophies to be won.

10. Marriages being an end goal often perpetuates that someone’s “freedom” ends there. Bury this trope, please, I beg of you.

@tragiclyhip

They’ve been through some shit together, but I would consider them healthy now they’ve put in the work

Us Against The World is my favorite trope.

WHAT PART OF BONDED PAIR DO NOT SEPARATE DO YALL NOT FUCKING UNDERSTAND!? LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT THIS MAN!! WE LEFT HIM WITH AN ACCEPTED CARE TAKER AND SOMEHOW THIS HAPPENED.

WHY DID YOU TAKE AWAY HIS STOVE!?!?!?!

@stucky-just-stucky

EXACTLY!!!! GOD PLEASE. LET HIM BE SOFT AND LET HIM BE STEVE'S!!!! LET HIM REST I BEG.

Ok, but you guys do realize what this means right? So Steve gets this frankly less than platonic  100% heterosexual comment from Bucky, and then, knowing full well how Bucky feels about the uniform, proceeds to spend an indeterminate amount of time personally sketching out a revised uniform that retains most stylistic aspect of the old outfit. Now, I’m not saying it was all for Bucky, I’m just saying, it was all for Bucky.

if a character means enough to me i will truly never stop thinking about them. i just retire them into a little back room in my brain and periodically bring them out to stare at them under a little light

Bucky has watched one (1) movie since he’s escaped Hydra

Pov your super old husband is disoriented after being released from his mental prison and now is learning lots of new things.

This is so funny to me because we have Logan whos LIVED through the entire 200 years and then you have poor buck who’s been lowkey dead for almost 100 years coming in the future and going “Who’s Freddie Mercury??”

And Spidey going “WHAT!? You don’t know what Queen is!? Come here im going to blow your mind.” Just gets out his ear buds and heavily becons for him to come here.

“Taylor …Swift? Is she… important?” And just seeing Wanda SNAP her head around.

Bucky🤝Assassinating JFK buddies🤝 Magneto

Actually, we all know that Bucky did it, and Erik tried to stop it. Duh. Or maybe not. Maybe that's the lie that we all fell for.

Logan: This is my friend Steve. And this is his husband Bucky.

Laura: ....Dad why does he look like if you and scott had a kid?

Logan: What?

Laura: Hes like.... a more gruff alchoolic version of cable...

Logan: *eyes widden in terror* No.. No that-... No way hes way older then scott. That wouldn't even work.

Laura: Suuuree... totally not the fact that youre both men-

Wade: Oh hey wolvie I was just- HELLO SAILOR

Logan: >:( STOP

@stucky-just-stucky

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Pov: Steve wants Buck to get more friends and who better to relate to then someone else whos half metal and super old?

Unrionically, I think they'd be sitting at the bar making small talk and Buck would say something along the lines of "Yeah Sargent stewert was an asshole" youd just see Logan perk up a bit like "wait... Sargent john stewert?"

"...yes?"

"He was SUCH an asshole!"

They then find out that Logans platoon was actually just a couple of miles from his and it was actually one or the other that did something they remember.

"Yeah there was like this big beast of a guy and he slit a hole in our water truck."

Logan looks all guilty and is like "I apologized for that... a lot."

Or

"Yeah this one guy, They kept calling steve a doe eyes because of it? I dont remember why-"

Bucky just looks down trying not to be too embaressed and is like "Logan... My names Buck for a reason."

Logan just gasps and is like "Ooh that makes so much more sense."

Outside you just see Steve and Wade in civilian clothes smiling that their husbands are getting along because ffs they needed more then just work friends.

@stucky-just-stucky

Sleepin’ in

Dearest Marvel, I'm asking nicely.

LET THE OLD MEN FUCK.

Because what in the homoeroticism was all this.

Don't mind me I'm just gunna sneak in here with a

last one for today

There were times, back then, when Steve was sure he wasn’t going to pull through.

When the fever had consumed him for days, and the breath burned thick in the back of his throat, and Steve felt himself slip too close to the dark place that lived behind his eyelids, across the threshold of his consciousness.

Death, he thought: hovering like a loving mother at his side.

He could feel it, like a cold whisper gusting against his skin, chilling him with words of warning. Soon, it said; and Steve was too weak to do anything but lie there and listen.

He tried to tell Bucky once, drifting out of a delirious sleep.

“If… if death came tomorrow…”

“You’d punch him in the face,” Bucky shushed him softly, carding his fingers through Steve’s hair. The healthy warmth of his hand felt nearly cool against the fevered heat of Steve’s skin, and Steve leaned blindly into the soothing touch, sighing his relief as Bucky’s knuckles stroked his cheek.

Bucky. The world seemed to be fading at the edges, like a sheet of paper burning from the outside in, curling ash-black and falling away piece by piece; but Bucky was still there.

Bucky was made of gentleness and sound, sweet like the sweet nothings he poured in Steve’s ear when Steve slept fitfully, swept into his feverish haze and lost to the world for hours on end.

Bucky was touch: an anchor. Bucky was color, familiar and dependable, like the blue of the sky, the yellow heart of daisies, the stain-black of charcoal.

Steve glimpsed the downturned corners of his mouth, his lovely lovely mouth, red like ripe apples. Steve had dreamed of kissing it once. Twice. Every other night.

Bucky’s cheeks were so pale. His eyes looked so tired, circled by the bruise-like purple of his skin.

He hadn’t been sleeping, Steve knew. Steve had been sleeping, though – he’d stolen Bucky’s share of it while his body burned up from the inside.

“Buck,” Steve rasped, his voice thin and crusty, like plaster peeling off the wall. “If… if I go…”

Bucky shook his head, one curl coming loose from the once careful sweep of his hair. His pretty lips quirked up, a slip of a smile found so easily like he’d rehearsed it a dozen times before.

“Nah. You’re not going anywhere,” he said, collecting Steve’s hand to cradle it in both of his.

Steve’s head lolled sleepily on his pillow, lured by the sound of Bucky’s trembling voice.

“Buck.”

“Shh. You’re staying right here, where I– where I can keep an eye on ya.”

Silence spilled in the room, just for a moment – the space of a sniffle, of a soft, shivery exhale.

“Gotta make sure you don’t get into trouble, don’t I?”

One of Bucky’s hands left him briefly, and when it enveloped him again, there was a wetness there; one little drop trickling from the bridge of his finger, to land cool on Steve’s skin.

“Just. Just like I promised.”

And Steve knew then.

If Death did come; if it seized his wrist with its bone-thin fingers and bade him to follow, Now, child, it is time, Steve would say: No. He’s not ready.

He would think of the apple-red mouth he had never kissed yet, save for in his dreams; of the love he hadn’t quite begun to shape into words. He’d think of the life he’d only just caught a glimpse of, stretched far on the road ahead of him, twined with Bucky’s own as they reached into the future, together. Simply. Always.

No, Steve would tell Death. He’s not ready.

And neither am I.