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ctrl-alt-bucky · 6 months

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You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

#something something richard siken if he was high af something #marvel unrelated #long post #text post

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ctrl-alt-bucky · 6 months

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cats with simon riley

simon always swore by he was a dog person. after all, he enjoyed going out for runs and walks, it would make it easier to take the dog out with him. he'd enjoy throwing a ball around for the dog to catch and return with. and he'd especially enjoy training the dog like a K9; how it's able to switch from aggressive to loving in seconds.

in no way, did simon riley ever expect to have a bundle of fur, a little ginger kitten laying on his lap after coming home from deployment. you'd thought about it, a lot, infact. making the decision to get the kitty, to see how well they'd interact, maybe you could give it to a friend if he seriously didn't appreciate having it around — which you were expecting, considering how often he talks about getting either a german shepherd or a doberman.

of course, you could've gotten a dog. but, managing the housework alone and a dog would make it difficult; muddy paw prints along your freshly cleaned floor. so, you settled for a ginger tabby kitten, hearing how friendly and silly they could be. unexpectedly, they got along — in their own way, atleast. he'd remove all cat fur with a lint roller the night before, finding the cat sitting atop of his jeans, clawing at them when he attempted to take them away.

his boots were usually stuffed with a little cat inside, before smelling them, making that one face cat's make when they smell something unpleasant. “oh, c'mon, they don't smell that fuckin' bad.”

they had a playful friendship, sometimes playing with the thing and watching as it does something so stupid, sighing deeply or getting slighty embarrassed when you catch him playing with the precious kitty. “'m not playin' with her,” he says quietly, turning his head away. “she's just...” not only couldn't he think of an excuse, his clothes were now covered in ginger fur — again — and his dinner was being eaten by the kitten, much to his dismay.

#THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABT !!!#SIMON AND A KITTY CMON ITS JSUT SO OBVIOUS #*chefs kiss*#simon ghost riley #cod ghost #marvel unrelated

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ctrl-alt-bucky · 6 months

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text conversation from my dream that i desperately wish was real

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ctrl-alt-bucky · 6 months

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If The Winter Soldier was in Task force 141 — Headcannons

(Aka: can somebody teach these dramatic bitches some communication skills)

Be warned, this has a lot more words than I was aiming for (around ~739). Feel free to send me an ask if you want me to expand on certain scenarios, or send a prompt with these two and I might make a oneshot/drabble!

Contains a brief mention of SoapGhost. This version of Bucky is post Endgame. SFW.

♡ Headcannons below the cut ♡

Nicky Fury, the therapist— and most importantly, the government— come to an agreement with the former Winter Soldier: with the Avengers fizzled out, the world needs heroes now more than ever. And so, finding an excuse to use Bucky's highly trained skills, they stick him in with Task 141, hoping the structure and team bonding will help aid his fractured mind, and hopefully dampen his grief in the process.

Ghost isn't keen on a new recruit. He doesn't like extra men to babysit, and he especially doesn't like being unsure of the rookie's capabilities. It doesn't take long for a silent feud to form between him and the newbie, who refers to himself as "Winter" for a call sign or just "Bucky" if he favors you.

Bucky, on the other hand, admires the leadership and protectiveness Ghost shows to his team. But despite that, he's just as cautious of his abilities— and more specifically: where his trust lies, between Bucky, who hasn't entirely yet merged himself with the team, and between the rest of 141, who share a rich history with the Sergeant.

In the first couple missions, Bucky finds himself frustrated with Ghost's orders. He's held the Sergeant title too, once— Hell, climbing the ranks practically required acting on command without any question. That is, until he was able to make his own decisions again. But Bucky had become accustomed to leading himself, or often following behind Steve (who knew more than anybody that telling him what to do didn't guarantee anything), not to mention the mess of Hydra and everything he did to detach himself from that life— So, he struggles with Ghost's authority, and begins to learn very quickly that challenging the non-red, skull-faced fucker is a bad idea.

On one particular morning, just a few days after their last big mission, Bucky wakes up with no arm. Fortunately for him, it's a familiar feeling of emptiness on one side. He later finds it on a shelf in the common room, displayed like a mantelpiece alongside various weapons, with a little skull etched into the bicep with black grease paint. The worst part? Ghost is the first person to sneak past him in decades. Dramatic motherfucker.

After that, Bucky finds a balance of respect and displeasure for Ghost, and works alongside him in unison. The rest of the team doesn't question his sudden change in attitude: some of them, too, had to get over that barrier, after all.

They bond over a share of books. Bucky spent a lot of his downtime before and after the army reading, and likewise with Ghost. Bucky owned a first edition of The Hobbit before he became a pawn for the Soviets, and Ghost is secretly jealous of it, having lost himself in fictional stories all the time growing up.

They also bond over their shared magnet for idiots. Specifically, idiot teammates with a tendency for causing trouble. Bucky ribs him for not making any moves on Soap, whereas Ghost defends himself with a quiet grunt and often changes the subject to something else.

The biggest thing they oppose on, however, is the subject of masks. Ghost is never seen without his, but Bucky almost never has it on unless they're on a mission, and even then, he occasionally opts out, mostly to blend in when necessary (and to help keep his memories at bay, not that he'd ever say it).

Typically, their favorite past time is sparring. Bucky has never found a non-human that can almost match him strength for strength, and Ghost likes knowing he can throw his all at Bucky without having to worry about the damage it could cause. It's the best training for the both of them; allowing their energy to drain, their skills to improve, and their banter to escalate until one of them is on top of the other, holding them down until a forfeit is called.

More than once, Bucky has been the one on the ground with his arms pinned. He claims he only admitted defeat to, "boost Ghost's ego so the miserable bastard can smile for once," but they both know it's not quite the truth.

They work as a good team and even better rivals. And though Bucky would never admit it out loud, after everything he's lost, he enjoys having an equal again. And Ghost, well... Ghost wouldn't mind keeping him around for a while, that's for sure.

That's all I've got for now! I have a NSFW headcannons draft for these two soldiers' x reader. Lemme know if that's something I should post ;D

#self reblog #bc i think i posted at a terrible time lol

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Btw I went through with it and made the headcannon list here! + I've got more on the way

Hmmm I'm itching to make a headcannon list for an AU that adds Bucky Barnes (post ca:ws) into the COD universe..... Specifically how Bucky and Ghost would react together being on Taskforce 141

2 masked men who are both traumatized as fuck yet gentle and kind in ways you'd never imagine, with huge muscles, a borderline fetish for tactical gear & stashing weapons in every piece of their clothing, endlessly brooding/intimidating and dangerously silent at times, and don't forget: hopelessly idiot-sexual

#come prompt me in asks im begging u #i have so many ideas but im terrible with words #my writing #cod ghost #bucky barnes #ghost cod #the winter soldier

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