#Winter Solder imagine

[leizyzet]

My fan work. Winter soldier and Soldier Boy.

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

So I saw that you're writing for Marvel now. I was thinking about jealousy. Specifically Bucky being ✨Jealous✨. Like the reader is just chatting away with someone about this guy she likes (bucky) but she knows he doesnt like her back (he soooo does) and (everyone else can see it too) so he gets hella jealous and finally just snaps. And kisses her like he is gonna die if he doesnt. The kind of kiss that makes you forget everything else in the world kiss.

Anywayyyyyyysssss

LYSM❤️ 

Author note: The "bad guy" of this story is named Luke so I'm sorry if you are Luke or you're friends with a Luke.

Triggers: Nothing? I think it's just fluff, a little of Bucky angst but nothing bad!

Bucky didn't mean to eavesdrop, he swears! All he wanted to do was get more tea!

But....when he heard your voice, your giggle, maybe just maybe he stayed hidden on purpose.

Who is making her giggle so much?? He wondered feeling emotions he hasn't felt in a while. Anger, confusion, insecure.

He overhears a few things that makes his ears ring.

"He's just so sweet you know? Like he is always trying to be there for me and he's so pretty! Like those eyes!" You playfully groan, "He's just perfect." Bucky stops listening after those few sentences passed your lips. Who is she talking about? Who is there for her, I thought I was that person... He goes back to his room with his empty mug and decides to spend the rest of the morning pouting in his room.

Bucky was dreading tonight.

Why the hell did he promise Sam that he would go to this party??? He knew you were going to be there, my god what if that "perfect" guy was going to be there with her? Is he going to have to deal with you be hanging all over this mystery guy? As his mind races with the idea of you being with someone else it begins to wander away with the idea of you. What will you being wearing? Will your hair be down or up? If it's down it usually means you were struggling more today than usual, does that "perfect" guy know that? "fucking doubt it" He grumbles as he walks out the door.

Sam is over this damn attitude Bucky has been giving out today. "What the hell is wrong with you tonight?" Sam asked fed up, "I know this isn't like your thing but you were improving on at least fixing your face when you're in a mood. I think if you glare at that guy anymore he will drop dead, go over and talk to her, get your girl or leave them be and fix your face." All he got in response was an eye roll.

Bucky had enough. Who the hell does this guy think he is! Your attention has been on this 'Luke' guy all night. Bucky hasn't been able to get you alone for at least a conversation for hours now and he was done. Finishing his drink he leaves the table and goes over to you, walking with a purpose. He doesn't notice the way your eyes light up and how a smile graces your face when you see him coming your way but he does notice how you seem to giggle and lean into Luke to whisper something to him and he certainly noticed Luke rubbing your arm before walking away.

"Bucky! I've been wanting to talk to you abo-" You get cut off by his lips pressing against yours with a passion. You gasps slightly, completely caught off guard. Sure people were saying Bucky was into you but you didn't really believe it. The two of you pull away slowly, wanting to stay in your own little world. Bucky smile softly, feeling a sense of relief from feeling you so close to him, but that was quickly overshadowed by a sense of fear washing over him. What if you weren't into him like that? What if he overstepped? What if he just ruined your relationship? What if Luke wanted to kick his ass now?...well I could totally take Luke.

"I-I um I know I didn't, I should've asked before kissing you but you don't understand how awful it has been watching you with that guy..." he trailed off feeling embarrassed by his previous actions. "I think I should probably just get going" he announced before he is stopped by your hands softly gracing his face. When he got the nerve to look back up at you it was his turn to gasp against your lips as you kiss him with a passion.

Who would've thought everyone was right when they said you guys were into each other. Bucky definitely wishes he listened sooner if it meant he got to feel your lips against his.

I hope you loved! I loved writing it! I'm finally getting back into the groove with writing so if you have any request I would love to try and write it for you! I do fluff, I'm trying my hand out in smut and angst too

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[louwaffles]

Y/N: Buck?

Bucky: 

Y/N: Bucky?

Bucky: 

Y/N: James?

Bucky: God, I love you. Yes?

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[clacefe]

Tower of strength

Part Two

James "Bucky" Barnes x reader

Summary: Reader comforts Bucky after a mission went wrong.

Warnings: Angst, angst, and some more angst. This is just an angst fest.

The light flooding in from the space under your door was enough to wake you up. Then there were the footsteps, which sealed the deal; you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep for a while. 

Being a light sleeper was both a blessing and a curse.

You slowly rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and threw the duvet off of you. If you weren’t going to sleep, you might as well find out why someone was out and about at –you looked at your phone– 3 in the morning.

You opened the door of the guest room in the Avengers tower as quietly as possible; you didn’t want to wake anyone else. The team needed their rest after a particularly tricky mission that you –fortunately– weren’t chosen to participate in. 

The reason that you were in the tower in the first place was that you wanted to support those that needed help; be it physical or mental. That was kind of your place in the team.

You saw someone sitting at the dining table, his silhouette bathed in yellow light from the lamp at his left; the only lamp that was lit.

You knew that it was Bucky from the light that reflected back into your eyes from his metal arm. You tried to approach him as silently as possible in order to not startle him but knew that it was useless. His keen hearing would’ve picked up your movement as soon as you left your bed.

“Go back to bed, y/n.”

His voice was raw, it sounded like he’d been crying prior to speaking. You ignored him and pulled out the chair next to him and sat on it.

You noticed the glass filled with amber liquid in front of Bucky and slid it away from him.

“Hey, I was drinking that!” he protested 

“That is not going to solve your problems, Buck.” In a softer voice, you continued, “But maybe I can.”

He looked at you for the first time that evening. His blue eyes were rimmed red and glossy with tears. The usual spark in his eyes had been extinguished. He looked like he was at his breaking point, to be honest.

“Oh, Buck,” you whispered and drew him into a hug.

The man grasped at you as if you were his lifeline. And maybe, in some ways, you were. 

Deep, slow sobs came from deep within him, and you pulled him even closer than before.

“Shhhh,” you shushed him while stroking his shoulder-length locks. He withdrew from the hug and looked at you as if you were his tower of strength.

“Now,” you said in a quiet voice, “what happened?”

He started picking at his nails. “I- I don’t know. One moment I was running along with Steve, and–” he started hiccuping again, refusing to look you in the eye.

“And what, Buck? What happened?” you said while lifting his chin with your finger, forcing him to look you in the eye.

“And the next I’m covered in blood.” He shook his head fervently, “I completely blacked out, y/n! I’m a danger to everyone here. I don’t even understand why they send me on missions with them while I could very easily just murder them out of the blue and not know anything about it until days later!”

You stared at the man, who was taking deep breaths in order to keep calm. It was no secret that Bucky still had issues with the Winter Soldier. They had him out of Hydra’s clutches physically, yes. But mentally? Their grip just seemed to be even tighter than when they rescued him.

“Move in with me,” you blurted out. 

“What?” he looked at you, the frown between his eyebrows deepening.

“I mean… Temporarily, but… I don’t want you to be alone right now… So move in with me, get away from all of the missions, the tower in general. I’ll be your company while you go through this, and maybe we’ll even find a solution for you.”

And just like that, the spark in his eyes returned.

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[threemarvelousthots]

Steve Rogers x Reader

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Can a home be a person?

- Home is where you are loved wholly and unconditionally, without barriers, restrictions, judgments, or expectations.

He was home, his presence one that constantly enveloped you in warmth, comfort and peace. You wanted him, You wanted him to hold you in his arms one last time, to feel him kiss the skin of your cheeks, feel his hand hold yours as you walked aimlessly around town. To smell the scent of Mahogany and Amber as you danced, a dream you wished for every night.

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He leaned against the doorframe, the record player filling the room with a soft familiar tune, the windows open and blinds pulled to the side allowing the fresh breeze of the summer air filter throughout the room. The smell of cinnamon wafting from the kitchen signaling you had of course made your famous snickerdoodle cookies for dessert.

Your hips swayed slightly as you took each book off the shelf in front of you, surveying their quality, dusting off the shelves before placing them back in my particular order, as you hummed along to the music. Your mustard polka dot dress stood out perfectly against your hair that fell down your back in soft waves from having it pinned up during the day.

Moving on their own, his feet carried him closer to you, his hand softly moving to hold your waist, the warmth of his lips meeting the soft skin of your shoulder earning a content hum from low in your throat as you placed the book in your hand back in its rightful place.

His hand moved towards your arm, his fingers gliding towards yours softly the feeling of goosebumps forming on your skin beneath his fingers. Your eyes watched as his fingers intertwined with your own and he spun you around pulling your body to his chest, your hands still entwined.

“You get more and more beautiful every time I see you.“ He breathed, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, the feeling of your eyes closing noticeable against his chin causing him to chuckle.

You melted in his arms as your bodies swayed intime with the music, your head laying against his chest and his resting gently on top of yours, his free hand moving slowly up and down your back. You had longed to have him here in your arms for as long as you could remember.

Your mind wandered, hypothetical situations dancing almost in time with your bodies. What could come of us, could one day we be dancing in this very room, the soft patter of little feet echo throughout the house? Or the click clack of a four legged friend.. or maybe both. The endless amount of possibilities for the two of us now becoming our reality.

It was finally just two.. You and Steve Rogers.

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[preciousbarnes]

Promises | Part 1/3

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: When your parents are murdered in cold blood, you turn to the most feared man on the east coast for answers.

Word count: 2.4k

Tags: Violence, discussion of murder, graphic scene, hurt/comfort (it was a murder yall, its not pretty but I dont think I described it too graphically), Google translate used for the Russian, mafia themes.

You found yourself in a dark and quiet bar tonight, the smell of top shelf liquor and cigar smoke prominent the second you walked through the door. You were anxious of course, but anyone with a shred of common sense would be nervous about meeting the one known as the Winter Soldier. At least, you hoped to talk to him tonight. You slowly approached the bar, remembering the code your father had once told you, in case you ever found yourself in this position.

“Я ищу зимнего солдата” you softly say to the bartender, earning a subtly surprised expression. I’m looking for the winter solder, you had said.

The bartender sets down the glass he was drying, and walks away and through a back door, which you’re certain leads to the the office of the man you seek. After a few moments, the bartender returns, followed by a tall, blonde man. He was strong, all muscle, his face serious but had an undertone of friendliness. You were unsure if it was genuine or not. You never can be sure about mobsters, despite how kindly your father had always spoken of the Winter Mob. Especially now, that your family had been wronged so brutally.

“What is your business here, miss? We don’t see many women around these places,” He says, voice smooth like velvet, carrying the whispers of a Brooklyn accent.

“Mr. Barnes knows my parents. They’re the owners of the bakery on the corner of Southeast Avenue. Something happened, and I need to speak with Mr. Barnes. I need answers.” You say, voice surprisingly stern even though your insides felt like they were shaking like a leaf.

Once you mention the establishment your parents ran, the tall blondes eyes light with understanding.

“Ah yes, your parents are very good people. We know them well. You must be their daughter. If it is truly something serious, please, follow me,” He says, stepping aside as he holds the door for you. You walk down a long and dimly lit corridor in silence, being led by the man. This is when you notice the weapons strapped to his hips. He is dressed in the mobs characteristic all black clothing they were known for, with two guns, one on each him, strapped to him. He also wore a shoulder holster, holding a smaller pistol and two knives. He looked lethal, but had surprised you with his professional but friendly manner.

As you get closer to the door at the end of the hall, you hear the soft tones of jazz coming from inside the office, a deep and quiet hum accompanying it. The unnamed blonde knocks softly, before opening the door.

The office is also dimly lit only by a small desk lap. There were stacks metal file cabinets around the room, holding what you were sure to be decades of files on everything mob related you could imagine. The Winter Mob was known for their organization and wide depth of knowledge. The floor was a deep, rich wood, the wallpaper elaborate and stunning. Everything about the office screamed luxury.

At the desk in the center of the room sat the most dangerous man on the East Coast. Bucky Barnes, head of the Winter Mob. He wore a fitted black suit, with a black dress shirt as well. His hair was short, and he had a slight stubble on his jaw. He was a handsome man, but for every bit he was handsome, you knew he was also deadly. You involuntarily shivered at the thought of all he is involved with, and now here you were, on a mission for information.

He looked up, eyes taking you in, trailing over your face, then down your body, and back up before he spoke.

“What can I do for you, doll? Bad boyfriend you want taken care of?” He asks in a deep voice, with a slight chuckle, already making assumptions about you. It wouldn’t have been the first time a young woman had come to him for help getting out of a relationship. Little did you know, he always helped in those situations, for no cost. He was raised to respect women, to cherish them. Whenever he could, he would help women get away from men who didn’t understand that.

“No, Mr. Barnes. You know my parents. You helped them with a loan, to keep their bakery afloat. The little one on the corner of Southeast Avenue,” You explain, hoping that he will know who you’re talking about. You know he works and helps a lot of different people, so it’s hard to say if he will specifically know your parents. All you can do is hope.

At the mention of the bakery, Bucky gives a small but honest smile.

“Yeah, I do. They make the best cream puffs on this side of the U.S, I swear. How are they?” He asks you, as he leans back a bit in his chair.

“They’re dead.” You say, voice breaking on the word ‘dead’. It was still a raw wound on your heart, and still difficult to say out loud. It still felt like you were in a bad dream.

His visibly shocks Bucky. His eyebrows furrow together and his jaw drops open slightly.

“What?” He asks, softly. Unknown to you, since you were mostly away in the big city working, Bucky really loved your parents. He thought they were good, honest people. He himself stopped in twice a week to visit, always ordering a small black coffee and two cream puffs. Your mother and father reminded him of his own, who he dearly missed. It was a shellshock to him to hear the two were gone so suddenly.

His blatant shock surprised you. You really thought he knew. How did he not?

“You mean, you didn’t know? I thought it was one of your goons who took them out?” You ask, confused.

Bucky and the blonde man who had led you in snorted in slight laughter at you calling his workers and family “goons”.

“Steve, will you grab the ledger book for her families loan for me?” Bucky asked, thanking the blonde who you now knew was Steve as he handed a thin bound book over to the boss.

“Doll, come here, I want to show you something,” The boss called to you, beckoning you over with a motion of his hand, as the other flipped through the pages of the small book, before coming to the end of the writing in the book.

“See here? Their debt was paid back in full to me, two years before the deadline I had set. They’ve had me paid off for a while now. They swore to me I’d see my money back, with interest, and they kept their promise to me in full. I’d have no reason to put a hit out on them, and I never would,” The mobster told you, a surprisingly soft and gentle tone contrasting his strong and tough exterior.

“I- I don’t understand. I thought surely, they must have been behind on the loan, or made you angry somehow or something. I just wanted some answers. Who- who killed my parents?” You ask, tears springing to your eyes. You thought you had originally had at least part of the answer, being who was responsible, and now you didn’t even have that.

“I don’t know, doll. But we’re going to figure it out,” He promises you, confusing you once again. This man was full of surprises to you.

“Why? Why do you want to help me?” You ask him. When you ask, he looks to you with a fire in his eyes.

“They were family. No one gets by with hurting family, doll,” His voice tells you, a dangerous edge to it.

The mafia boss quickly tells Steve to pull his car around for you both after learning you had gotten to their bar by bus. As he waited, he asked a bit about you. He wanted to know where you were staying, to which you told him the hotel. He was satisfied in knowing it was one he secretly owned. You told him about your job in New York, which you had taken a leave of absence from to come home to Brooklyn to figure this out. He nodded as you spoke, listening as you watched him grab his gun from his desk drawer, loading it before putting it in the holster strapped to his hip. He then grabbed his wallet, thick with cash you could clearly see making it bulge, shoving it in his pocket. You both turned to Steve when he returned, telling his boss the car was ready, before leading you both outside.  

You both climbed into the Escalade, Steve opening and closing your door for you. After you’re both buckled in, he begins to drive.

“Where did it happen?” He asks you, eyes focused on the road.

“Their home, off of 56th street, if you turn here, you’ll want to-“ You’re suddenly cut off.

“I know where it is, doll, your mother was sweet enough to invite me and the boys to dinner a couple times. A sweet woman, she was,” He told you, voice sounding like silk as he fondly remembered the meals and memories he shared with your parents. They had been good to him, and his closest family members; the boys who were part of his administration, the top level of the mob, the ones he worked with the most.

“I didn’t realize you all were that close?” You question, still surprised.

Bucky sends you a kind smile, not bothered by your confused and uncertain tone.

“Your parents were good people. Kind people. Nothing like the company we usually keep. They just needed help, and we were happy to help them. For our assistance, they made sure we knew how grateful they were, which isn’t something that happens for us often. Most are afraid of us, but for some reason they never were. We respected that.” He tells you, his own respect for your parents clear in his tone.

“They really meant something to you,” You conclude, still seeing a hint of sadness in his voice where he had to use past tense when talking about your parents now.

“They did. They treated me like their own, which I’m sure you know how good that is,” He tells you, voice soft again.

You smile sadly, nodding. Your parents had been so good to you, always your number one fan. To know they had been good to a mobster too, having hearts full enough to see past the tough exterior and treat Bucky’s family like their own, made your own heart swell. They really were good people. You were blessed to have come from them, but that made you want justice for them even more. They didn’t deserve the fate they had been given.

You both pulled up outside of their small home. It was modest, but charming all the same. A small brick two-story house with white shutters. There were small window boxes hanging off of each window, holding flower beds your mother had planted little wildflowers in, a beautiful bright contrast to the brick building. There was police tape surrounding the property, with an officer stationed outside on the porch.

Bucky puts the car in park, parking behind the police car out front. As he unbuckles, he turns to face you, surprised to see you also unbuckling.

“Doll, stay here, I don’t think you’ll want to see this,” He commands, voice not leaving room for argument. You’ve always been stubborn, so you argue anyway.

“I want to come with you, Mr. Barnes. I deserve to know. I want to see it too,” You plead with him.

He sighs, taking in your stern tone and resiliency clear on your face. He nods begrudgingly.

“First, call me Bucky. Second, okay. But, don’t say anything to the officer, and do not touch anything, okay?” He orders you, earning him a small smile and a nod from you.

You both get out of the car, walking up the sidewalk, only to be stopped by the officer.

Bucky quickly pulls out a wad of cash, silencing the officers demands for you both to leave. Pocketing the cash, he holds the police tape up for you and Bucky to crouch under to enter the property. You pull out your key to your family home, unlocking the door and moving to walk in the door until Bucky stops you.

“Let me go first doll,” He tells you, making you step back to let him enter first.

The first thing you notice is a pungent smell of iron hitting you both. You grimace. You hadn’t been told much by police, only that it had been quite a gruesome scene. The medical examiner had already informed you that you would have to have a closed casket service, and had advised you as gently as possible that it would be best if you didn’t see their bodies in the state they were now in. It hurt your heart. But all of that still didn’t prepare you for the scene you both saw in the living room.

Blood was everywhere. The floors, the walls, the couches, the curtains. It was obvious there had been a struggle from the trail of blood around the room. The room looked like a scene out of a horror film. In the center of the room laid a large and sharp knife, also covered in blood. In the light, gleamed an inscription you couldn’t make out. Bucky crouched down next to it for a closer look, and you couldn’t stop it anymore. Sobs wracked your body, vision blurring from your tears. You hug your midsection, wishing for comfort. It shockingly comes.

Bucky stands from his couched position in the middle of the room and strides back over to you, carefully wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, дорогая” He whispers in your ear, holding you close to him as your head comes to rest on his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist. Sweetheart is what he called you. His voice was also heavy with emotion, hating the scene in front of you both. It was a scene of two people who had fought hard, but nevertheless had a horrifying and painful death.

“I think I know who is responsible,” He informs you, after your tears slowly come to a stop, now just enjoying the comfort his strong arms brought you.

“You do? Who?” You timidly ask, fearful of hearing who could have done something so violent, so horrid and animalistic, to people as sweet and kind as your parents who wouldn’t hurt anyone for anything in the world.

“His name is Zemo,” His voice darkly tells you, taking your hand and leading you out of the house and back to the Escalade.

Part 2: Coming Soon

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[nekoannie-chan]

Week 48 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 48 2023 or Week 204, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 48 2023:

Kinktober day 17 (Stucky X Reader) by @lillian-gallows ❤️

Fic (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Winter Solder X Reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago🖤❤️

Say it back (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fandoms-writings 💙

Learn my lesson (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki ❤️

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lilacliquors ❤️

Halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey 🖤❤️

Dating pre-serum Steve Rogers would include (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @she-who-writes-for-multi-fandoms💚

This love part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lives-in-midgard💚

Seven minutes part II (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann❤️

Inside her fantasy part I (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 💚❤️

An old life (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @astyrial💚

Fic (Stucky X Reader) by @madeforstarker💚

Forbidden fruit (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sebastianstanisahotmf ❤️

Dysfunction or wrong direction (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @l1tw1ck ❤️

Drean a little dream of me part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @paperweight91💙

Happy ending (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imtryingbuck💙

Real life tasks with Ransom Drysdale (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @wiypt-writes ❤️

As sweet as cake 6.1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💚❤️

Dark nights (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kinanabinks 🖤❤️

We’ll always protect you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nicoline1998enilocin 💙

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @gatorbites-imagines❤️

Morning glory (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lavykitty❤️

If I could give you the moon (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💙❤️

Promises left behind part 2 (Sirius Black X Reader) by @moim0i 💚💙

All I want for Christmas is you (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚

My knight in white (Marc Spector X Reader) by @flightlessangelwings ❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry❤️

Back and forth prologue: flash forward (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙

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[solarpunkaestheticweek]

How do you do solarpunk aesthetic week when you live in a tiny apartment with no outside access? I always want to participate but I feel like most stuff y'all post is geared towards people who live in houses...

Hey, thanks for sending in the ask!

We put our heads together and came up with a few ideas for you!

Grow plants indoors! You could grow a few houseplants to green up your space, or even try growing some vegetables and/or herbs indoors! I've heard people have lots of luck with basil indoors, and my freshman year of college I grew cherry tomatoes and peppers in my dorm room! Maybe check out information on semi or full-hydroponic setups? You can also propagate a lot with a few cuttings and a glass of water! If you have a balcony with your apartment, that could also be a good place to grow flowers or vegetables--depending on the season and temps where you are, it might be a bit cold to start things out there right now, but you could always start planning!

Crafting could be another fun idea! You could try your hand at mending clothes, or making your own clothes from scratch! I (Ani) am learning crochet, if you wanna join me in spirit and pick it up as well! Kala/Fennopunk (who lives in a small apartment 👀) also knows a lot about crocheting, its a pretty nice winter craft! You could also try embroidery, so you can add unique designs onto your clothes! Other options are things like knitting, sewing, leatherwork, jewelrymaking, soap making, and maybe even woodworking or soldering if that interests you!

Learning how to repair tech would be cool! Honestly, learning how to repair anything sounds super cool and is pretty solarpunk! This can also kinda go hand-in-hand with learning how to build your own things (one of my friends knows how to repair and build computers, for example). Try finding some information on something you're interested in and going wild!

Decorate your home in a way that feels Solarpunk to you! Even if you don't get it all done during the event week, I think its definitely a nice way to bring joy! Look into ways your apartment can change with the seasons, ways to keep yourself cozy and warm in winter but cool and bright during the summer! If you get started, feel free to send in progress images, we'd love to see!

Guerrilla gardening! Winter's a great time to scatter wildflower seeds (at least here in the states for me) as it gives the seeds time to acclimate to weather conditions! if you want flowers in spring, you plant seeds in winter! Maybe find a place you wanna target if you go out, think about what seeds you want to plant, and start planning? Or if you have seeds on hand already, you know what to do! Honestly, I also kinda view picking up litter as hand-in-hand with guerrilla gardening, if you've got the vibes for that at all.

Build community with your neighbors! Even if its just saying hi, or talking about what you're up to!

Maybe guerrilla art as well? Moss graffiti, spray painting, or even plastering a couple of stickers up counts as solarpunk! I will give a general warning that doing stuff seen as illegal probably shouldn't be posted online, but hey, you can participate in the week without telling us what you do!

Speaking of art! Maybe you could make art at home! Whether you use chalk, or pastels, or paint, or pencils, or if you've got a tablet you can use--find some inspiration and draw! I've seen lots of people draw solarpunk fashion ideas, solarpunk building concepts, or just general vibe art!

You could also take a crack at writing! You could write a short story, or get started on a longer project idea! You could even just write worldbuilding-type stuff, like examples of event listings or building histories you imagine a solarpunk society would have, or ideas for holidays and festivals!

Learning an instrument feels pretty solarpunk to me! I (Ani) say this as someone who has 2 guitars around and has forgotten 80% of the stuff she learned in her lessons back in high school. Just in general, picking up an old hobby you miss, or starting a new one works great for this event honestly!

You can also check out the Apartment Solarpunk tag on the Practical Solarpunk blog, it may have more ideas for you!

We hope this helps! Either way, I hope you enjoy the event week!

#our posts #asks #anonymous #me (Ani) like ages ago: ok im gonna post this at 3pm #me at 3:30 am 4 days later: FUCK I NEVER POSTED IT #i know at this point the event is nearly over and I'm sorry i didnt post this in time #but i hope it helps inspire you to do some solarpunking outside of the event! there's always next summer! #at least im pretty sure we're planning on doing this again next summer....

[stcverogers]

APRIL FIC RECS!

what i've been reading and obsessing with over the month of april

reminder: this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them!

F: fluff A: angst

𖥻 - series

masterlist

BUCKY BARNES

F: coming in hot by @nexusnyx 𖥻 bucky barnes is an expert car mechanic and you're the owner of a beautiful vintage impala

F + A: yours, mine, ours by @coffeecatsandcandles 𖥻 single dad bucky falls in love with a pediatric doctor

F + A: forever winter by @buckysfaveplum you get into a fight with the winter solder

F + A: hour, minute, second by @subwaysurf45 your relationship with bucky is hanging on by a thread

F + A: parent-teacher conference by @coffeecatsandcandles 𖥻 bucky is head over heels for his coworker, who also happens to be his daughter's favourite person

F: relax by @kinanabinks 𖥻 bucky's a cute frat boy, who you also happened to be shagging

F: oh baby! by @fairydxll pregnancy fluff

F + A: as it was, baby by @nexusnyx 𖥻 neighbour bucky takes some warming up to get comfortable with you

F: the old man's grocery order by @yarnforbrains 𖥻 you do bucky's weekly food shop, unaware that he is indeed, not an old man

F + A: numb by @theonewiththefanfics 𖥻 when bucky tells you he doesn't feel the same, you turn to wanda for help

CHRIS EVANS + STEVE ROGERS

F + A: i'm not okay by @time-for-a-lullaby 𖥻 ex boyfriend chris picks a drunk you up from a bar

F: it's new, it's you by @barnesafterglow 𖥻 steve rogers, your student's father, asks you out on a date

F: truth hurts by @toastedkiwi bucky feels hurt when he finds out about the truth between you and steve

F: chris evans and y/n y/l/n take a friendship test by @astranva you and chris get invited to the glamour set

F + A: saturday nights by @time-for-a-lullaby 𖥻 ex lovers trope

SPENCER REID

A: the vast empty space by @literaila there is this, vast, empty, space between you and spencer

A + F: the one that got away by @sinfulspencer ex lovers meet, no cute

A: human by @sinfulspencer we're all human

F: night shift by @spencerreidsworld you and spencer stay in the office for a night shift

F: splish splash by @shemarmooresfedora major fluff with spencer and the team

A + F: you'll find your way back home @wheelsupin-thirty you're pregnant while spencer's in prison

A + F: don't go breaking my heart by @scientificspence spencer gets into a fight with you and gets whisked away on a case after it

BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

F: forgive me by @benedictscanvas friends to lovers with benedict

F: treacherous by @milkiangl when something so wrong, feels so damn right

AARON HOTCHNER

F + A: as it seems by @ladylibby the BAU has a new adminstrative liaison who absolutely rocks unit chief hotchner's world

F + A: secrets in seattle by @shmaptainhotchner the one secret that aaron keeps from his team happens to be the biggest secret he is to own

F + A: in the suburbs by @hoe4hotchner 𖥻 you and aaron go undercover in a picture perfect, cookie cutter, neighbourhood

F + A: come home to me by @haley-h0tchner aaron gets called into a case in the midst of a fight

A: too late for goodbye by @arsonhotchner when you're at your wit's end

A: lost privileges by @arsonhotchner your break up with aaron also meant that he had lost the privilege of knowing

F: long time coming by @scuttling aaron hotchner and his oh so very fitting suit

A + F: leavin' to me by @hotched you and aaron broke up and now you have to move on

RODRICK HEFFLEY

F + A: meet cute by @takenbypeter yours and rodrick's meet-cute

F + A: heather hills by @rodr1cks when you've gone googly eyes for rodrick by he doesn't feel the same

CHARLIE WEASLEY

F + A: hanging by a moment by @once-upon-an-imagine you spend the holidays at the weasleys as percy's (fake) girlfriend

SILCO

F + A: little flower by @zoeykallus 𖥻 you are silco's weakness

F: mr. red eye by @six-feet-sleep 𖥻 you work at a coffee shop and silco becomes a regular customer

F: marry me by @ink-and-dagger for all the years you've known silco, he's proposed to you five times. sixth times the charm, right?

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #spencer reid x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #charlie weasley x reader #silco x reader #claire’s fic recs

[samodivaa]

I just wanna say I love all your soldat fics!! You’re my go to for my feral winter solder fics I love them all!! Especially the one about his metal arm omg!!

I just wanted to say I love your work and I hope you continue to write these masterpieces because GYAATT DAMNN there amazing.

Everytime I see or read about the winter soldier I just wanna…

Baby GIRLLLL THIS MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME I LOVE YOU

I mean my header imagine says it all, I love his metal arm, okay LMAO and it is so nice to see this message <3 I am brewing something devilish about Soldat - I WILL LOVE HIM FOREVER, OKAY??

I hope that you are having a nice evening/day and thank you so much for your support I love you baby girl

#barking respectfully #barking but with LOVE #daddy soldat for life

[chlomonsta]

I'm so excited for Ms. Marvel to finally come out next month but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't already anxious for the reaction from the fandom. This fandom already treats female and POC characters like shit so I'm not excited to see how they'll treat Ms. Marvel especially considering she's Muslim. Additionally it's a teen show, it's about a teenage girl and her becoming her own hero and not just trying to be someone else and especially since it's coming out after Moon Knight the fandom (ESPECIALLY the men) are gonna shit on it because it's not Moon Knight pt 2. Not to mention the amount of racism pouring out of white fans while Falcon and the Winter Solder came out got to the point where black creators on TikTok were getting harassed and death threats for pointing out the show IS about race and how black people get treated in the U.S. (I only saw it on TikTok but I wouldn't be surprised if it was happening on other platforms), so I can only imagine how bad it'll be when the show shows parts of Kamala's culture or if they show the racism Muslim people face

#ms marvel #kamala khan #marvel #mcu #disney plus #disney + #falcon and the winter soldier #doctor strange and the multiverse of madness

[waterheaterservice]

geyser service in Chennai

Geyser Repair Services and Problems arise

A water heater is a type of system that heats water. These water heaters can run on electricity or fuel. A geyser is also a type of water heater. Water heaters are mainly used in winter, especially in homes. Water is such an important part of our lives that no one can imagine a world without it. However, in winter, the water temperature drops and it becomes quite difficult to use cold water. So warm water is required to do household things.

Geyser

A geyser is defined as a type of water heater that provides hot water continuously. Therefore, geyser is used interchangeably. Geysers help heat water quickly in a short period of time and also help store water for long periods of time. Geyser water heaters consume less energy compared to other water heaters like immersion heaters or hot water coils.

Major Problems in Geyser

Dripping geyser

Overheated geyser

Water not warming enough or no hot water at all

Ceiling leaking water

For this, you need to call geyser service in Chennai.  The geyser consists of four main parts-

The Water Tank

A Heating Element

Water Inlet and Outlet

Applicable Safety Systems

Other Problems in Geyser

No hot water - The power supply is OK, but no hot water comes out of the geyser. This indicates a problem with the heating surface.

Thermostat failure - thermostat unit failure on site where the water remains cold rather than hot.

Leakage - Possible causes include a defective tank, poor installation or soldering of the cold-water distribution line/hot water outlet, or a poor seal between the tank opening and the heated part.

Water Odor- Water or rotten egg odor caused by microorganisms in the tank caused by the decomposition of the sacrificial anode.

Sediment Accumulation - Sooty, dark carbon residue on the surface of a geyser cable indicates a possible short circuit.

Sri Vinayaka Electricals offers the best water heater/geyser installation and repair services in Chennai at the most affordable prices. Being a top geyser service in Chennai; the company is available 24 hours a day and offer mobile/online booking facilities for your convenience.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Bucky forcing you to take a day off after he finds out you're overworked and you're aching from working

Authors note: I swear someone requested this! I don't remember who though 😭Anyways I hope you enjoy! I love writing for Bucky so please send in request!!

Bucky knew you were a very independent person, it's one of the many things he loves about you, but he is hating that part of you right now. He can tell you're tired, exhausted even and not only is it physically exhausted but it's emotionally and mentally too. Even though it is obvious you need a break you are refusing to miss a day of work. He's tried everything but you just won't allow yourself to relax.

Today was his final straw though. You came home last night with a limp, and when he asked what happened you tried to brush it off knowing he'd be concerned when he finds out you got hurt at work. "I'm fine Buck" he scoffs "doll you're clearly hurt please tell me what happened." You sigh and begin explain to him that it was a simple accident at work today.

After you're done explaining Bucky sighs "Okay well you're taking the day off tomorrow so you can rest and your body can relax and I will not take no for an answer Doll. If you don't call off I will for you." You nod knowing he means business.

The next morning you wake up naturally, no alarm clock goes off, the sun didn't shine in your eyes, it was amazing until you saw it was passed noon. You freaked out thinking you overslept until you remember Bucky had you call off for the day. You relax and get out of bed to make food and as soon as you get out of bed, Bucky comes into the room with food and nothing but his boxers on. "Get back into bed doll what are you doing out of bed anyway?" He tsks as he sits the plates on the nightstand.

You sit up to take a sneak peek at what he made and you nearly tear up when you see he made your favorite. "Buck you really don't have to do all this I'm okay" He just shakes his head in disagreement. "You are taking a day off, I am a servant for you today. Whatever you want I'll go get for you and whatever you want to do we will do" He reassures you by kissing your head and handing you the remote before sitting in bed next to you. "So what are we watching?" he asks as he begins to eat. As you turn on a movie you could feel yourself truly relax for the first time in a long time.

#james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fic #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky x reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #marvel #winter solder #winter soldier #marvel one shot #bucky barnes oneshot

[wh-da-backup]

here are the lyrics scraps and other random crap i had saved on my phone because it's taking up a lot of space and i almost lost it once so let's get this over with

even most of the lyrics are pretty bad but there are a few decent ones also some of them are out of order but most have dates on them

2012

12.23 one razor at a time earning mother's love

12.31 nothing's shiny anymore

11.12 swallow the key solder the locks shut my face in a plastic box

11.16 staring at the sky in the dark as you wait for the movie to start

11.12 drip your drops of old amusement

10.25 take back the throne, take back what's mine i'll take back the blood you filled with my wine

10.26 the lesser of evils will lead us

12.17 i can't pinpoint the last time i held you before you changed

[no date] "summer"

i can't wait until summer. it's warm and we have no school and it has the perfect amounts of daytime and nighttime. the bad thing about summer is i always make a lot of plans but they never come to fruition, at least not as i had hoped. i hope a lot of things for summer. i think summer is better as a hope than as a reality. still, i can't wait for summer because i dislike homework and waking up early. though next summer i will probably have all that. so all i'm left with is missing my friends cause i can't see them everyday. maybe i'm better off abandoning summer. maybe i'm just jaded and annoyed in all seasons. maybe i just miss being a child when summer and winter and all the seasons meant something and i knew hot to play outside and i had an imagination. this has been an essay by me.

4.10 and we used to be broken together i've been so alone ever since you got better

4.16 thoughts of old ambitions i would if things were different slowly losing interest i'm nicer when i'm drunk

i miss what we had i'm not getting it back

6.13 i left the fan on all night it chopped my dreams, tangled

2.19 gettin lies from a girl but he chooses to believe her gettin music in his head from a radio receiver falls right in love with every pretty face he sees this boy is 96 degrees but he thinks he has a fever

6.19 did you whisper to her "hit me in the head again"

i try to tie myself together arms going seismic i threaten to explode

go on avoiding wear her like a fire it's fuel for my furnace and i am the pyre

6.22 some things rot and some things rust 6.20 you wasted my time and you wasted my trust

6.23 and i don't get mad when mosquito bites start to itch when i was a parasite at least i had a niche

6.22 the air feels just like summer sticky humidity thick as my stupidity

6.23 you spend 2012 with another girl we weren't even friends til the end of the world

6.24 nothing seems to beautiful and i keep wishing i were drunk what do you want me to say i'm stupid sober anyway

6.25 ever notice how we parody our own existence laughter is medicine and we're all junkies

6.26 my brain's got an itch i stopped hating myself and i turned into a bitch it's bad the way it all went down i may be a bitch but i keep my promises call me again if rogue wave's in town

7.4 other people's midnight is my 3am

7.4 our bodies grow up around us

7.5 what gave it away? was it my heavy breathing or was it the fact that i explicitly said you look just like the monsters that live in my head?

7.5 it's normal for her to be weird and it's weird for her to be normal she's innocent she makes no sense she's just like my dreams…

7.6 i hope your life is full of bliss i hope it's all parades and circuses

7.5-6 someday you'll find a girl who will write you an even better lovesong than i did, and when you do, invite me to the wedding.

7.11 disguise the limit

7.13 i mourn my heart and everything else that died in your hands

7.14 i had my words laid out across my lips you just kinda punched them off

7.15 you're my piece of poison cake

7.19 candy apple heart's delight i'll have you in pieces by the end of the night

7.24 the radio buzzing a perpetual fart

7.29 media re writing mirrors vomit tears and blood will river out the door from shudder shivers camera chimera feeding on your fears

8.1 the air was still i had to fix it

8.3 thoughts attempt to escape my head i'm trying to sleep i start punching the bed you've fallen before you know it's a war

8.3 i talk too much today about the feelings i had once i plan my conversations days in advance

(the origin of this one was me thinking, hmm… what rhymes in british english but not american english?)

8.10 nothing's changed since the revolution and everyone still thinks it's revolutionary

8.10 ugly jugular juggernaut 7.18 summer is my time to rot

8.13 it's the eyes that justify the suffering

8.17 "dictionary"

a heart is a chaos machine and life is a struggle to be ok

8.17 putting on placebo scars

8.18 we are not the highest tier it seems our humility fermented to fear

and so we run… small racetracks laced with pain we run… our safety drills in vain we run… from anything we know might help us heaven help us

8.18 like swallowing that sip of red wine just half a second too soon

8.25 symptoms of adulthood

8.29 desire to recreate the times you liked it's hard to ask for things you can't describe

8.29 ask me what i planned to do today guess what didn't happen today

8.30 apathy in a bottle

9.3 say something flattering love you are maddening something is shattering breaking and battering

9.5 turn to stone and feel no more turn to flesh and die

9.5 i would comfortably say to your face what i've been saying behind your back

9.5 let me out of this dusty skull

9.7 sleep little one spend your childhood dreaming this all can be taken away and it will

sleep old one sleep waste your final breath dreaming your life can be taken away and it will

9.12 crumble down like bowling pins deadly seven deadly seven deadly seven -ten split sins

9.13 i am a sound nothing to profound component of the echo underground

9.13 and stupid with bad kisses

9.18 that's when i knew it was over for sure you became the cause instead of the cure and i don't need to hurt myself anymore

9.19 most lives occur within a caffeine blur what's so much worse about a heroin haze

9.23 some things you can learn from research, some things you can learn from practice, but some things you just have to learn by being stupid

9.26 all that is mine is my discretion i am not your fight i am not your weapon

10.1 done with pronouns get your own nouns

10.2 even after you were better i just kept trying to fix you til i broke down

you think i hate you, dumbfuck? why hate a stranger? just remember who you clung to when you bore the scars of your own danger

10.4 you'll make it ok, you'll get there in time everyone has their shit to deal with wade through the shit and you'll rinse off and shine

10.9 embryonic generation

10.10 so many fake replies but when you greet me it's a natural hi

10.11 i've never been the type to know my own wants and i'm a different person every six months

10.16 i'll gladly give you everything just tell me who i am

10.18 but no word has meaning until it is consummated with the death of a tree

10.19 it's better that it's your fault i couldn't take the guilt and you can't comprehend just what you've done

10.22 our fragile civilization has fallen to its knees cause we reject what help we get we'd rather have our thieves

10.22 i give myself these nightmares an early funeral gift

10.24 and now i burn my flag to save it from those who don't deserve to wave it

we deserve the guilt for the world our fathers' fathers built this pain we can't forget for the victims' children's children feel it yet

we have not won yet we act as though the battle's dead and done we are not one bleeding from the seams for centuries torn

11.1 vulnerable we exposed our opened skin

gifts of music and inspiration you took me to the cities you built on paper you told me your dreams, your movies

your secrets

and i wrote lyrics of my thoughts drawings of my fears

time passes

minds clear, or at least change music gets old, i guess skin heals up and presence just isn't enough

11.4 the light in the bathroom's on we know that the fires burn out by dawn

11.19 it's not my conscience that's givin me guilt

11.26 you learned to play the rules or else you smoldered with the century

every house marked with a happy green sign like a video game neighborhood set up with a click overnight

steady commercial airline flatlining my pulse in the sky

11.26 cut by feathers cut from apathy cut tomorrow and last night from me count to zero count for everything arrow arrow don't let go of me

dealer breaker fake as everything

11.30 maybe we're just mad because it hurt us when we fell or maybe we're just angels who once dipped a hand in hell

12.2 brewing a storm inside my stomach

12.2 waking up with scars after the anger's gone

12.2 i wanna get so old it doesn't hurt anymore

12.1-2 write me my obitchuary i'm a woman now

12.3 i have no place in time or space

12.7 red my lips before the show

12.9 your body was there but you weren't the one making it breathe

12.9 wishing you would stop but also wishing i still did the same

12.9 i have no idea what you're talking about you must think i'm a fool

baby things aren't the way they were in school

12.10 if i were only a few years older maybe i wouldn't have missed so much

12.14 i fucking miss the person you used to be

12.14 a year ago i wish i'd told you how i felt and how i wanted to kiss you

10.9 at a certain point, you'll realize you're surrounded by gasoline. you don't have to drown. burn it off, little by little. you'll have light, you'll have heat. thrive on what would have killed you until there's not a trace of it left.

and i'll keep writing songs until i've all but forgotten your name

9.19 dark horizon but i won't let it turn my memories to poison

there's no taking back the barriers you've risen

2013

2.24 i always feel like i'm out of the loop out of the infinite loop

2011

[no date] i tripped the alarm and it fell on its face

[katpowers]

So far, I think May has been my favorite month of 2023, and this stained glass commission was a big part of that. A friend of a friend of a friend who is also connected in several other roundabout ways, Liz, emailed me on the 18th of April to ask if I had any mosaic pieces for sale. A woman she worked with would soon be retiring, and they were trying to find her a gift. We went on to talk via zoom with a couple of her other colleagues, wherein I floated the idea of working in stained glass. We also found that several of them, including the woman retiring, had been at a series the mosaic workshops I led a few years ago, commemorating the life of a woman very dear to them. What a special connection.

Afterwards I sent them three sketches plus the book border idea, based on Virginia Woolf, books, and the English countryside. Our mutual friend Carla suggested that I look into some quotes by Virginia Woolf (who I have really yet to read, though I’ve just started The Lighthouse), as many are visually suggestive. Liz’s colleagues found the following: “And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees.”-from The Lighthouse, and “Arrange whatever pieces come your way.” from A Writer’s Diary. I will keep an eye out in future readings of Woolf to pull these elements together, to perhaps glean a title.

Below are some of the pictures of the process, including my ‘learning edges.’ After grinding down the sharp edges of each piece of glass guided by its affixed pattern, I found the pieces did not fit together perfectly. Instead of cutting them down to fit, as the patterns are cut to take the diameter of the copper foil into account, I continued on, cleaning and then soldering them together- only to find that they indeed still didn’t fit as expected. At this point I had the impulse to abandon this attempt and begin again. I spent a good chunk of time on Monday and Tuesday re-designing, tracing and cutting out the pattern (twice) before looking at the first version again, and sitting down with it a little longer. It ended up being so much more workable than I had anticipated. I heated up the solder at each book-end joint and removed the sad thin came border, and copper along the pages of the book, and then re-soldered fresh came with a deeper well that more closely resembled the width of seams between the glass. I filled in the gaps in the design with newly cut and foiled pieces. I learned how to have a bit of a conversation with it.

After handing this project off to Liz last night, I realized that, though Ive been doing site-specific work for a few years, somehow this piece confirmed how thoroughly I enjoy the process of designing specific pieces for specific people or places. I love the conversation I get to have with the person who wants the piece, and that later on, the potential conversation I imagine someone can have with or about each piece wherever it is in the world.

I think one of the drawbacks to this experimental methodology is that things take time, often creative ideas are slower to arrive, and sometimes the same goes for ideas about materials or technique. I am thinking here of a friend’s entryway, promised tentatively over last winter, which I’m still working through in my mind. Just thought that the peacock feathers she wants don’t have to be made from a homogenous material, but instead could be a representation of the time we have lived, and carry a history of their own, so that there will be a story that goes along with it. What is a story? My answer now is different than when I studied fiction writing twenty years ago. I find glints and threads in objects passed through space, given and received. They are both enormous and insignificant, encountered and remembered. Thinking thought-fully about future projects.

Thanks to my friend Judy for showing me her foiling techniques, as well as all the YouTubers whose videos I continue to devour; and thanks to Mr. Jardine for holding the stained glass in the photo above. Thanks to Liz, Liz, Donny, Carla, Mike, Dale, and all others who connected us. I am truly in love with this Chicago community of makers, and am glad to be part of it (albeit one in her recluse/hermit phase).

[wintsmarter]

Miro jewelry

#Miro jewelry tv#

His work includes the gorgeous Fountain of Three Rivers in Philadelphia's Logan Circle. His mother was a painter his father, Alexander Stirling Calder, was a prominent sculptor. He had the smarts to sort of say, 'I got something here and I'm good at this and I'm going to keep making this.' It all started then, and he just continued doing it."Ĭalder benefited from plenty of encouragement at home. "We can all think of a moment when we were children and the telephone guy came and was repairing - I made jewelry and we all did this. "And Calder fashions jewelry for her out of telephone wire," Agro said. His sister decided she needed jewelry for her dolls. "When it's dinnertime," was Calder's laughing answer.Ĭalder began making jewelry when he was just a little boy, Agro said.

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In a clip from a 1950s TV program, an interviewer asked how the artist knew when a project was finished. And he loved that."Īlexander Calder, who lived from 1898 to 1976, liked to poke fun, too. "I was with him many times when, at an exhibition, people would walk in and just laugh. "People would burst out laughing." Rower said. Speaking on NPR some years ago, Calder's grandson, Alexander "Sandy" Rower, remembered that humor - in the artist's personality and in his work. In a letter to her mother, James described her husband, nicknamed "Sandy": "He has tremendous originality, imagination and humor." James was a well-bred Bostonian who became the bohemian Calder's wife - and also became his muse. And when you put it on a wedding ring, why, there you go!"Ĭalder made a gold spiral wedding ring for Louisa James, whom he met aboard a ship from Europe to New York in 1929. "The spiral is one of the oldest forms of ornament. "It's a potent symbol," Agro said, "one that evokes fertility. Then he squiggled it into shapes - leaves, circles and especially spirals. With basic wire."Ĭalder hammered the wire on his anvil, flattening and broadening it into an eighth or quarter of an inch. He's taking wire and doing stuff with it that no one else was doing. He's working on an anvil and a bench, but he's not doing what jewelers do, not making links or soldering things. In Calder's hands, rings, necklaces, pins, earrings, bracelets - even a tiara - were crafted from brass, steel, silver and bits of old glass or crockery. But, somehow, what he does with it is fantabulous. That is the kind of gauge of wire that a lot of these brass pieces are made out of. "That's the kind of wire that your winter coat comes back on from the dry cleaner," Agro said. One of them was the painter Joan Miro, who received one of Calder's rings, a hunk of yellow and blue porcelain wrapped with brass wire. It's another aspect of his sculpture."Īgro says one reason Calder's jewelry is less familiar is that the artist made the pieces mostly for family and friends. "The jewelry is not a separate thing he did," Agro said. His mobiles are also popular, their floaty shapes suspended from wires to meet the breeze.Īlthough it is less well-known, Calder's work in jewelry fits smoothly with his wider oeuvre, according to the show's curator, Elisabeth Agro. Many people have seen Calder's big stabiles in public spaces all over the world: black or bright red steel, arcing like graceful ballerinas on impossibly tiny toes. On this, the 110th anniversary of Calder's birth, an exhibition of his jewelry is on display at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. His note said, "I have been making wire jewelry - and think I'll really do something with it, eventually." And he did. In 1930, Alexander Calder sent his mother a birthday present: a necklace, fashioned from brass wire, string and bits of broken pottery. Maria Robledo/Calder Foundation, New York/Artists Rights Society For this 1930 gift for fellow artist Joan Miro, Calder used brass wire and ceramic.

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