lifesmarvels said: Natasha/Bucky- Arranged Marriage AU (I challenge you to make this angsty too)


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She wears red to his execution. A blazing, brazen scarlet that makes the auburn of her hair glow under the midday sun. When she walks out, the rowdy crowd quiets. All eyes land on her husband, King Alexander, whose expression betrays pure fury before he quickly smooths it away.

It makes Bucky grin, even as he’s roughly dragged out of the cart, landing on his knees in the dirt.

Once, the King could have had Natasha thrown into the East Tower for her impudence. When she was his Ward, she had been all but chained up there for years, the last remnant of the illustrative Romanov royal family.

But now she is Queen, and he no longer has the right.

Bucky keeps his eyes on Natasha as he’s roughly escorted up the steps to the gallows. A common pauper’s death, though he is titled, was formerly the Captain of the Guard and deserves nothing less than the noble axe.

He shrugs free of his handlers and stands tall and unashamed as the court official reads the list of his crimes: treason, debauchery, murder … all lies, of course. The only sin he is guilty of is loving Natasha, and saying yes, when she unlaced her bodice for him on the eve of her wedding night, commanding him to take her maidenhood in the stead of her loathsome to-be husband.

Well, Bucky thinks, maybe debauchery …

"May God have mercy on his soul." the official declares, rolling up the scroll with a perfunctory snap of his wrist. "Do you-"

"If it may please the Court," a clear female voice cuts through the rabble. It is Lady Carter, holding up her execution-appropriate, dark grey skirts as she approaches the foot of the gallows. "The Queen would send her regards."

The official sputters but Bucky grins, watching Sharon as she fearlessly ascends the stairs.

"Tell Nat- her Highness I send my regards as well," Bucky murmurs, as Sharon steps closer and pins a forget-me-not on his lapel. "Tell her I …" he swallows.

"She knows." Sharon whispers, glancing up at him with luminous blue eyes. How Bucky wished they were green. "She says to remember the cottage on the Isle."

The smile slips slowly from Bucky’s face. All of it - the red dress, the flower, Sharon’s interruption - was for show. A big, glaring fuck you to King Alexander’s attempt to punish Natasha for her affair. But the message? That was for Bucky alone.

He swallows, heart thudding in his chest as Sharon brushes a kiss to his cheek, allowing him to breathe in Natasha’s perfume oils, which she has dabbed behind her ear. When she pulls away, Bucky’s eyes are stinging.

"Be strong." She says sternly, then walks away with a flip of her skirt.

Bucky’s eyes seek Natasha once again as the executioner asks for his last words. Through the roar of the crowd there is nothing but quiet, and peace as he looks at her. She’s holding her chin high, regal and proud on her seat. Her red dress blazes among the sea of somber grey.

He remembers her younger, her face held in concentration as he instructed her how to hold a sword. He remembers her bundled up in furs as he escorted her to the winter fortress, her nose nipped red from the chill but her lips warm and sweet.

He remembers her debauched, lying next to him in a bed in some abandoned guest chambers, a hitch in her breath as she whispered, do you ever think of what we could be, if we were different people?

If you were the innkeeper’s daughter and I was the sheepherder’s son and we crossed paths in a Harvest Festival when you jumped over the bonfire and I chased you into the woods?

She’d laughed, and you’d spill your seed in me under the moonlight and wed me as I grew fat with your child and we’d settle in a cottage on the Isle?

Bucky closes his eyes, trying to hold the image as the noose tightens around his neck.






Next time a blocked number calls you answer like this: “Jim’s whore house. You got the dough, we got the hoe.”

Why does this not have any notes?

lol no “Nashville sperm bank, you squeeze it we freeze it. how may I help you?”

“Henderson’s Morgue, you stab em, we slab em, this is Eight Ball speaking.”

“Texas crematorium you kill ‘em we grill ‘em how can I direct your call?”

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I’m my own bae

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THAT character???? haha wow no they are definitely not my favorite *puts flowers in their hair* absolutely not what a complete nerd *wraps up in blankets* i dk who they even are tbh *viciously protects from everything awful ever* haha please stop looking at me

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accidentally hurting someone vs. accidentally hurting an animal

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Chris Tucker hitting that Shmoney Dance

shmurda just be stealin everything



Chris Tucker hitting that Shmoney Dance

shmurda just be stealin everything

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🙈 the ThirztDay has begun 💦💦

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Remember when spongebob committed murder, and bubble buddy just stood there and watched


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somanyfandomssolittletime said: Maria/Steve, everyone thinks they’re dating and then they start wondering if they’re dating.


It’s, you know, an accident.


Steve takes supper to Maria one evening because he knows she’s been working her ass off for Stark but she still manages to find time to hunt up intel for the search for Bucky. He and Sam are in New York for a few days, on furlough while they wait for one of Maria’s contacts to get back to them. Sam has gone to dinner with his parents (“You’re welcome to come along, Steve, they’d love to meet you.” “You never get to see them, Sam. Go spend some time with your folks without me stealing the spotlight.”), so Steve orders takeout from the Cambodian place on 42nd.

Maria looks surprised but grateful to see him, and they spend the rest of the evening skimming through files over porkbelly sandwiches and Cambodian-style slaw.


A few months later, they’re in town again, recovering from a botched side mission in Estonia. By which Steve means that Tony (well, Pepper) has refused to lend them any means of transportation and has threatened to use JARVIS to keep them within the New York City limits if they so much as think about taking off on their own. Steve would normally argue it more, but he is weary, and having some real downtime is actually a good idea, especially because they have no leads and can’t do much but wait.

He’s in town long enough to have time to go do things, and when he sees that Moving Image is having a Kurosawa retrospective, he sends out a mass invitation to the Avengers and Avengers-adjacent people in the city.

Maria is the only person who shows up at the lobby of Stark Tower, gushing that she absolutely loves Throne of Blood and can’t wait to see it on the big screen.

The movie is great, and after, they walk around Astoria with gyros from a late-night food stand, Maria explaining Auteur theory and the influence of Kurosawa on modern Hollywood.


After they finally track down Bucky and deal with all of the paperwork of reestablishing his citizenship and his autonomy, there’s a presidential gala celebrating “the return of one of our greatest POWs.” Steve normally takes Natasha as his plus-one for these sorts of things, but Bucky has beat him to the asking (which amuses him to no end).

When he says something about it, Bucky says, “You’re not taking Maria?”

"Well, I suppose I will if she wants to go, but it’s not really her sort of thing."

Bucky frowns. “But if you’re dating her, shouldn’t she have been the first person you asked?”

Steve frowns back. “We’re not—”

He stops and thinks about it. Since getting Bucky back, he’s been working with Maria constantly on the business side of things, getting all the papers and documentation in order, making use of all her contacts across the political spectrum, spending countless evenings hunched over paperwork and takeout in her office. The few evenings that haven’t been spent this way have been spent going to the movies, walking and talking about nothing at all on the way to eat, and, once, a visit to MOMA. He supposes, from an outsider’s perspective, it might be mistaken for dating.

"We’re not dating," he says. "We’re just friends."

Bucky gives him a weird look. “Okay.” His voice sounds weird, and it takes Steve several minutes to realize it’s because it’s the tone he always used when he thought somebody (Steve) was lying about something (usually his health).

"Really," Steve insists, trying to keep his voice even while also starting to wonder if he believes his own words.


Maria warmly accepts his invitation to the gala, and he picks her up from her apartment in Long Island City because it’s polite.

"I’m not quite ready," she says as she lets him in, walking back down the hall toward—he assumes—the bathroom. "Make yourself at home."

"That’s okay, I was early," he says, glancing around her apartment. He’s not actually been here before; he’s walked her home a couple times, but this is the first time he’s been inside. It’s nice. Comfortable. Lived in.

He’s standing awkwardly in the living room when she reappears. “Alright, I’m good to go.”

He looks up and his breath catches. “You look—beautiful.”

Maria smiles. “Thanks.”


In the car on the way back from the gala, Steve says, “Y’know, Bucky thought we were dating.” He’s not sure where the words come from, and as soon as he says them, he regrets it, because Maria stills and goes very quiet.

"Did he?" she says after a long moment.

"I told him we’re not," Steve hurries to assure her. "That we’re just—"

He’s cut off by Maria’s lips on his. He freezes for only a second before opening his mouth and deepening the kiss.


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Sisterly Love!

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make me chooseliamsdunbar asked

malia or lydia

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Anonymous said: if hook and emma were standing next to each other you CSers would scream "omg they're dating!!11!!"


lmao but they ARE dating. (which has been confirmed like a million times) 



Okay everyone. Do you see this?
Do you see these two words?
They do not mean the same thing.
Can we all decide to stop using “gay” as a synonym for bisexual, since they’re completely different things? Bisexuality is not the same concept as homosexuality, nor is it a subset of it.

That aside I’m all for bi Spiderman



Okay everyone. Do you see this?

Do you see these two words?

They do not mean the same thing.

Can we all decide to stop using “gay” as a synonym for bisexual, since they’re completely different things? Bisexuality is not the same concept as homosexuality, nor is it a subset of it.

That aside I’m all for bi Spiderman

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heroes? more like… 

I see your daddy issues and raise you


heroes? more like… 

I see your daddy issues and raise you

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