April Fools day here is always funny because my dash is full of “here’s a Rick roll but it’s actually a different song” “here’s ‘do you love the color of the sky’ just kidding! It’s not the full long post!” “Here’s a drawing I made of a kitty! Just kidding! It’s two kitties and they’re best friends” and we do this unironically and completely ignoring the blood lust we all experience every year just two weeks prior
TIL the first known case of “dying from laughing” involved the greek man called Chrysippus, who, after giving figs to his donkey, cried out “Now give the donkey a drink of pure wine to wash down the figs”, had a fit of laughter afterwards and died.
i hate hate hate hate hate hate hate when a monster is loved and that love turns them human I HATE IT I HATE IT SO MUCH. tell that thing that goes bump in the night that you love the way its fangs glimmer in the moonlight and the way its horrible gnarled claws are so gentle with you or GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!
This is for the @sambuckylibrary's TFATWS Anniversary 2024's the prompt "Can you move your seat up?". It's a goofy but slightly angsty fic that's partially inspired by something I saw out in the ether (I feel like there's fanart out there somewhere about these boys kissing in the car?), but became its own thing once I finished writing it. Enjoy! 😂
Distraction Tactics
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 1.1K |
Summary: Sam's not moving his seat up, Bucky.
Excerpt:
Sam had been there for Bucky. Two years, Sam had checked in on Bucky and given Bucky space to work himself out before talking with Steve again. Sam had coffee and beers with the man. Bucky had shown Sam the best spots for hidden treats across Europe. Bucky had cooked for Sam in small safehouses. They had lay in fields and on floors for hours together, talking about their families, their lives.
Sam had opened up to Bucky about Riley.
Sam and Bucky had gazed at each other, laying down on a makeshift bed, the moonlight trickling in from the windows and held hands.
Had moved closer together.
There was a moment before this.
The edge of a precipice.
And.
What?
Nothing, now?
“Can you move your seat up?” asked Bucky, the first words Bucky had said to Sam directly since all of this started.
“No,” Sam said immediately.
In fact, Sam leaned back a bit more just because.
Bucky made an annoyed grunt.
Sam leaned even farther back.