I reblog things that are fannish, queer, happy, related to women and their awesomeness, or some combination thereof. Also porn. (Fair warning: somethings that I reblog are NSFW.)

Current fandoms: Sleepy Hollow, Elementary, Merlin. Also I'm a Teen Wolf ex-pat who occasionally reblogs TW stuff out of nostalgia, rage, and wistfulness.

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A man once asked me … how I managed in my books to write such natural conversation between men when they were by themselves. Was I, by any chance, a member of a large, mixed family with a lot of male friends? I replied that, on the contrary, I was an only child and had practically never seen or spoken to any men of my own age till I was about twenty-five. “Well,” said the man, “I shouldn’t have expected a woman (meaning me) to have been able to make it so convincing.” I replied that I had coped with this difficult problem by making my men talk, as far as possible, like ordinary human beings. This aspect of the matter seemed to surprise the other speaker; he said no more, but took it away to chew it over. One of these days it may quite likely occur to him that women, as well as men, when left to themselves, talk very much like human beings also.

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Book Geek Quote #445

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Thank you, Sam.

( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )


Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?” 

Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier. 

In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt. 

"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—” 

"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer." 

It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.

Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”

Steve beams at him. 

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I’ve been compiling Steve/Bucky fics for a few years now so the majority of these are pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier but I’m sifting through the new stuff so my bookmarks are constantly being updated.


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The greatest scene in all animated movie history.

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Asker Anonymous Asks:
Why does Chris Evans always grab his left boob when he laughs?
fleete fleete Said:


Hello, anon, and thank you for the question.

This topic has been studied by by researchers for years. There are three prevailing theories that I will relay to you now.

1. It keeps him on the ground.


You may notice in the gif above that Chris’ leg starts to rise as he laughs, possibly a precursor to his entire body undergoing a sort of lift off due to his joy. Chris then employs his upper body strength to force himself to obey the laws of gravity.

2. To check on his physique.


As you may be aware, anon, it takes a lot of hard work to maintain a superhero body. Chris is concerned that in the time he has spent sitting down, sans working out or eating, he has lost muscle mass. Understandably, he feels the need to make sure that he is still a specimen.

3. Object permanence.


Object permanence is a term applied to the understanding that an object still exists even when you cannot see it. Chris closes his eyes when he laughs, making him unable to see that he has not disappeared. By grabbing his left boob, Chris knows that he has not somehow ceased to exist.

I hope this helps.



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Asker Anonymous Asks:
Winter Soldier was always there. He has always had that blankness within him.
fleete fleete Said:


Sergeant James Barnes grabbed his lieutenant’s elbow right before the firing squad set their rifles to their shoulders.

"Wait a minute," he said.

His lieutenant raised an eyebrow.

"Make them take off their uniforms first," said Barnes. "We always need spares."

His lieutenant nodded grimly and gave the order.


Bucky always combed through the bodies when they had the chance. Steve didn’t have the stomach for it and would have preferred Bucky didn’t either. Gabe needed a pair of boots, though, and Dum Dum’s helmet had never fit in the first place, so.

Bucky unlaced the knot a dead man had tied probably only a couple of hours before. He pried dead fingers off ammo.

He was sure someone would have done the same to him if their roles had been reversed.


Walking behind Steve through the forest, marching when he was next to him. Bucky knew there was a difference. Steve marched with his back ramrod straight, daring the world to try to let him down.

But Bucky had never expected much from the world and he could never be shocked at how raw the deal he had been dealt was.

He walked because Steve was up ahead.

But he’d have happily crawled or blended into shadows or frozen in one place so long that maybe he’d just become part of the trees and the snow.


To be honest, it was the Winter Soldier that looked out through a ten year old’s eyes when a smaller boy needed someone to be tougher, someone to break the world apart to make it take the shape only the smaller boy could see.

That was the first day: a child who saved another child because one of them thought maybe if the man just knew what was wrong about what he was doing he’d change….

….and the other child picked up a brick. 

Giving him a metal arm and a black hole of a life didn’t make him. Grabbing the brick did.


Amy’s turtleface is truly the most beautiful turtleface.

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i imagine both steve and bucky like to come up with different ways to poke fun at sam every time they pass him during jogging

because they are shitheads

(the first one is a print you can get here)

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