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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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Hey! Such a fan of your work. Do you still take requests for pwyc Bucky? Is there any chance you could do a reader having a down day bit? Been having a hard time lately and I find so much of myself in her and Bucky soothes the soul. NO worries if not, or if you’re trying to enjoy the holidays and not be put on a downer. So grateful for your work x

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bad day

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. female receiving smut. comfort fic. if i’m missing something you think should be tagged, pls let me know!

words: 2.3k

notes: thank you so much for sending this in. i have been feeling much the same lately so i was really glad to write this little drabble. i hope you find some comfort in it and hopefully it can help brighten up your monday 🖤 sending you love and wishing you a happy holiday season, anon! and to everyone else who reads this, too. 🥰

“Sweetheart?”

Bucky’s voice called out into the silence of the house, receiving no answer in response. All the lights were off, letting him know you hadn’t been downstairs, at least not since the sun started to set.

He knew something was wrong, he had been feeling it all day. He was worried about you, texted you repeatedly and tried to call when he got a chance, but you didn’t answer. If he could have left that meeting with Stark earlier, he would have in a heartbeat. He’d been itching to get home since he started feeling something was off with you. Steve called him out on not paying attention to much of what was being said at the meeting, but he couldn’t have cared less. He was antsy and on edge, annoyed at every question he was asked and clearly irritated any time someone spoke directly to him. The only thing on his mind was you.

“Baby,” he called out, softer as he approached the door to your shared room.

He had no idea what was wrong, but the heaviness he had felt from you all day was starting to get near paralyzing. It was like you were overwhelmed and completely numb at the same time. All he wanted to do was comfort you, make you feel better. Whatever he could, whatever you needed him to do, he would do. He couldn’t take feeling this much longer knowing it was all radiating from you. You must’ve been drowning at that point, the weight of these unknown emotions hadn’t let up all day except the few times you had probably fallen asleep.

Still not getting a response from you, Bucky quietly opened the door and walked in to find you lying on the bed still in the pajamas you were wearing when he left you this morning. You were curled up on his side of the bed, cuddling with his pillow, a delicate pout on your lips as you stared at nothing, breathing steady. Your eyes were bleary when you looked up as he came in.

“Hi,” he said softly, moving to sit next to where you laid on the bed. His hand immediately going to your back, running it up and down soothingly.

You didn’t respond right away, instead letting go of his pillow that you’d been using as a surrogate for him, and grabbing his arm, urging him to lay with you. He got the hint right away and let you pull him down before he adjusted himself so he was facing you better. Your arms wrapped around him and you buried your face in his neck as he returned your embrace.

“Hi,” you mumbled against him.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“Noth-”

“Don’t say ‘nothing’,” he cut you off before you could finish replying.

You closed your mouth, thinking briefly before deciding not to answer.

Bucky allowed the silence as he returned to rubbing your back, taking a breath as the ache in his chest eased just the slightest.

“Bad day,” you finally responded quietly.

“That makes two of us,”

“Sorry,” you winced at the reminder that he was forced to feel what you had been feeling.

“Don’t be. All I wanted to do today was be here with you,” he assured you.

It was quiet again before he heard your small sniffling and the dampness of your cheeks on his skin as you nuzzled even further into him.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, doll. I got you, you’re okay,” he cooed as he leaned down to place a kiss on top of your head.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what’s wrong. I’ve been feeling this all week, I know you’ve been trying to push it off,”

“I just,” you took a breath before trailing off, not knowing how to explain properly.

“You can tell me anything,” he reminded you.

“I know, I just..”

All words left your head, any semblance of an explanation you could try and offer went flying right out of the window. Not being able to pinpoint it only made it that much worse. He was asking a sensible question. What was wrong?

What was wrong?

What is wrong? Why are you feeling like this?

Why don’t you have a single fucking idea as to why you’re feeling so…bad.

Your heartbeat picked up and so did your breathing. You were trying to find a reason, just one. But you couldn’t. You just felt like this. No real logic to it. You couldn’t give him an answer and you only made yourself feel worse knowing you were making him feel the same.

“I don’t know,” you cried, dejectedly into his neck. More tears falling freely now.

“Shhh,” he whispered into your hair, cradling you against him now. “It’s okay, baby. ‘S’okay.”

You calmed as he held you, feeling slightly better having acknowledged that you were feeling bad instead of fighting the feeling as it had been threatening to drag you down all week, trudging through each day and only finding any kind of reprieve when Bucky was near. Your breath was beginning to steady when he pulled you back from him slightly, looking in your glassy eyes before he gently wiped the remaining tears from your face and you leaned into his hand.

“Have you eaten today?” he questioned.

“No,” you answered, looking away from him, feeling embarrassed that you hadn’t really left your room at all. You had started getting ready in the morning, lazily brushed your teeth and even washed your face. You were going to get in the shower, but when you went to start it, decided to do it later. You just felt so tired still. You crawled back into bed and slept for another hour before you awoke. You felt even worse then. Bucky had left and you had no distractions from the black cloud that had been following you around lately. So you just let it storm over you. Sleeping on and off throughout the day and wallowing in self pity and despair when you were awake. Everything and nothing was wrong all at once. But now, as you were coming back to yourself, your lack of living today was clear and you felt stupid and lazy for it.

“I need to shower,” you mumbled, moving to get off of him. He held you down, keeping you in his embrace, not letting you up just yet.

“I’m gonna make you dinner, first,” he told you.

“Okay,” you allowed as you looked up at him to meet his eye, “Well, I can shower while you make it,” you suggested, thinking it was the obvious course of action.

“No,” he stated, with a shake of his head as he held your eye. You furrowed your brow in response. “We’re gonna shower after,” he told you.

“We?” you repeated softly, looking him in his eyes. The warmth and affection that swam in them was comforting as he nodded before pulling your face closer to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Then I’ll light a fire and we can watch that show you keep telling me about. How’s that sound?”

“Good,” you answered, nodding slightly. “Honestly…Anything’s good as long as you’re here,” you simpered.

“Someone’s feeling sappy,” he smirked, repeating the words you always shoot at him when he gets too sentimental or cheesy on you, earning a light eye roll and smile from you at his teasing as you laid your head back down on his chest, taking another moment to just relax in his arms.

“Actually, can we just.. I don’t know, order pizza? Then we can shower right now and just go downstairs to eat and watch the show when it gets here.”

He nodded in response.

“We can definitely do that,” he agreed, a relaxed smile on his face as he felt the heaviness slowly lifting from you.

You pulled yourself up again, this time he let you go as he sat up, grabbing his phone from his pocket to place your usual order. You wandered into the bathroom, starting the shower to let the water warm up before you began to slowly take your clothes off. You were stepping out of your sweats as Bucky came in behind you, tugging you to him. You leaned back against him as he hugged you before his hands found the hem of your tank top, slowly pulling it up and over your head. He nudged you toward the shower that was beginning to fog up already as he began to undress.

You stood under the water, the warmth helping you relax further. Your body felt so sore though you hadn’t done a thing all day. As Bucky got in with you, his arms wrapped around your waist and you sighed at the added relief he brought you. You stood there for a while, swaying in his arms slightly as the water fell on the both of you. Eventually, his arms slipped from around you and when his touch returned, he was gently washing your body, the suds of your soap slowly washing down your skin with the stream of water that was directly above you. Bucky placed soft kisses on every area of your body he washed for you, worshiping every inch of you. He knew you weren’t feeling great, but he wanted you to know how much he loved you - and how incredible you were to him. He needed you to know he would always be there for you, no matter what. On your best days and your worst. He wasn’t going anywhere.

It was like you could feel his love for you radiating off of him and it warmed you. You grabbed his hand as he dragged it back up your hip once you were done washing off. You turned to him and wrapped your own arms around his torso, your hands now traveling up and down his back as you rested your head on his chest. He didn’t force you to talk, didn’t need you to explain. He just understood. Intuitively, instinctively. He knew what you needed right now.

You needed someone to be there.

You were so used to being alone, relying on no one but yourself, but it got tiring after a while. Having no other choice but to stay strong. Things were different now and you knew that. You knew you had Bucky, and you knew you didn’t have to be so strong all the time, but old habits die hard.

When you were together like this, though, you were reminded that you could let yourself feel. It was okay to break down because he’d be right there to pick you back up.

“You okay, princess?”

“‘M’okay,” you nodded. “Bucky, I...Thank you,” you whispered as you looked up to him, one hand reaching up to touch him, your thumb stroking his cheek as your nails gently raked along his neck and into his hair before pulling him down to kiss him softly, lips brushing delicately before you kissed him a bit harder, pressing yourself closer to him.

“I love you,” you breathed against his lips.

“I love you,” he responded, leaning down to kiss you again.

You stayed like that for another minute, just holding each other.

You grimaced as your stomach suddenly grumbled, the hunger you hadn’t even noticed just an hour ago now making itself known.

“I think I might be hungry,” you admitted as Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what happens when you don’t eat all day,” he lightly admonished. “Let’s finish up in here, by the time we’re done the pizza should be here.”

“What do you mean ‘finish up’? I thought we were done?” you said, confused. You’d both washed up and rinsed off - hair and body. You had thought you were both ready to get out and dry off.

“No, I’m not done with you just yet,'' he said as his hand slipped down between your bodies, his knee nudging your legs apart carefully. You leaned further into him as his fingers found their way to your sensitive folds, rubbing you gently before he slipped two of his thick digits into your tight heat as you gasped and shuddered against him, keeping your balance by holding onto his shoulders while he cooed in your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you as he pumped his fingers expertly in and out of you, curling them perfectly, hitting your sweet spots just right as you let out breathy moans at the stimulation. His thumb began rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit as he coaxed you to your orgasm, working you through your high once the pleasure finally overtook you, the white hot warmth erupting through you as you held onto him, muscles tensing and thighs shaking as you came.

You were trying to catch your breath as he suddenly picked you up by your thighs, making you wrap them around his waist. He kissed you again, stealing your breath as he did before you pulled away, nearly gasping as you rested your forehead against his.

“How long do we have until they get here?”

“Long enough,” he breathed huskily, crashing his lips into yours once again. You moaned into his mouth, mewling as you felt his erection throbbing against you, nearly teasing your entrance with the angle he was holding you at.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he said as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“You,” you sighed. “I want you.”

You pulled his face back to yours, kissing him as gently as you could, trying to get across how grateful you were that he was there, and how much love you had for him, how much you felt for him as he held you so surely, so securely in his arms.

“Always you.”

#bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky x plus size!reader #pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader #pwyc series #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut

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celenawrites · 9 months

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LEGEND

F - Fluff, S - Smut, A - Angst, H - Horror

Oneshots

pretty when you cry (F, A)

crybaby (pt. 2 of pwyc) - TBA

domesticity (F)

apology (A, F)

Series

TBA

Headcannons

TBA

#call of duty #cod #cod:mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #char.simon ghost riley #💌.masterlist #🔪.call of duty

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heatherrosebabcock · 2 years

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First Live Reading of Filthy Sugar!

I am so excited to be one of the readers at Bright Lit, Big City on Thursday, July 21st. The return of Toronto's newest reading series will be held at the wonderful Hirut Cafe at 2050 Danforth Avenue (pro tip: try the vegetarian platter - it's delicious!). Doors open at 7pm and show starts at 8pm. This is a PWYC event. Hope to see you there!

#toronto events #canlit #inannapublications

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nakedcomedy · 3 months

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#Livestream-ers I'll see you in the chat soon for the next DeAnne Smith & Acquaintances!!!

Joining DeAnne is a rotating cast of friends and mere acquaintances! This month this includes Francesca Fiorentini (The Bitchuation Room) Brandie Posey (Lady to Lady) and Nick Stargu (Cobbs.) They all also have way more credits than these, but you get the idea.

Plus, a portion of each month's PWYC proceeds are donated to a different cool ass charitable organization. So far, we've supported: National Black Food and Justice Alliance, Indigenous Environmental Network, DTES Response, Dream Defenders, a NYC comedian's hospital bills, Black Lives Matter Canada's Black Mutual Aid Fund, The Okra Project, Red Canary Song, the Desai Foundation's COVID-19 Relief Fund , Trans Santa, Trans Lifeline, and MECA, Middle East Children's Alliance.

You need to laugh and these comedians need to eat, so this is really a win-win for everyone. The show starts at 6:00PM PT/9:00PM ET and lasts about 75 minutes, and tickets are PAY WHAT YOU CAN! So dust off your Zoom account and see you soon in the chat!

For the newcommers in the chat: Who's DeAnne Smith? Well, not only are they the humble person writing this bio, they're an international comedy sensation. (Okay, "sensation" might be pushing it.) But their video “Straight Men Step Up Your Game” has been viewed over 47 million times, and if they look familiar to you, it's probably because your high school friend posted it in their Facebook feed. DeAnne's critically-acclaimed Netflix special, Gentleman Elf, is available right this minute as part of the groundbreaking Comedians of the World series. They've performed everywhere from Iceland to New Zealand, and is a regular at both the Melbourne International Comedy Festival and Montreal's prestigious, invite-only Just for Laughs Comedy Festival. Time Out Melbourne says DeAnne "blends smart and silly subjects with expert conviction" and the UK Telegraph says they're "Very funny. Effortless charm lets them get away with murder." They've never actually murdered anyone, however, unlike the current and every former U.S. administration. Oops, ended on a bit of a down note there. Anyway, DeAnne's great (they're working on positive self talk) and this show will be a lot of fun!

#deanne smith #francesca fiorentini #brandie posey #nick stargu #livestreaming #livestream #pay what you can #pwyc #charity #fundraiser #live comedy

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natasharoldanmusic · 1 year

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📣FEB 25 • 2PM Join us for the first show of my @tranzac292 Residency featuring @seu_music from Mexico 🇲🇽 and @arias_sounds from Colombia 🇨🇴 🤩 . 📣MAR 18• 2PM Join us for the 2nd show of my @tranzac292 Residency ft. @paulasofiamv from Guatemala 🇬🇹 and @arias_sounds from Colombia 🇨🇴 🤩 . From Colombia to Canada, singer-songwriter Natasha Roldán explores Latin American folk and jazz with a collection of original songs and traditional repertoire. Join her and other special guests for a chill afternoon series at the Tranzac Living Room on February 25th, March 18th, and April 1st from 2 - 5 pm. (PWYC - Suggested $10) IG: @tranzac292 @natasharmusic

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epfcmoberlyfieldhouse · 1 year

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Screening at WNDX 2022: THE SOUND WE SEE: A TREATY 1 COMMUNITY SYMPHONY Sunday, October 9: 4 PM Manitoba Time Facilitated by EPFC International We are honoured to share a special project documenting a day in the life of this place facilitated by two beloved friends of the festival in Super 8mm. The Sound We See: A Treaty 1 Community Symphony was filmed over an 18-hour time period before being hand processed and edited. The project was then delivered to local sound artist B.P. who will interpret the score live at the screening. This is the 25th edition of The Sound We See series for Lisa Marr and Paolo Davanzo. How lucky we are to close the festival off in this way! --heidi + shimby, Co-Directors, WNDX Festival of Moving Image This free/PWYC screening as part of the 2022 WNDX Festival takes place at The Winnipeg Cinematheque in the Artspace Building, 100 Arthur Street, Winnipeg, MB. The event will also stream live! More info: https://wndx.org/

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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i literally ran as soon as the new update of pretty when you cry came i just love the storyline omg i know it’s too soon to ask since the new chapter JUST CAME LOL but when is the next one coming out i can’t wait things to get spicy

THANK UUU!!! unfortunately I’ve been a little busier than usual with school, so the updating weekly schedule is gone, BUT I can confidently say early-mid March.

Lucky for you and everybody else that liked PWYC, @imagining-in-the-margins just released the prologue to her new Prof!Spencer series called The Birds & The Bees... you should 100% check it out.

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havnode · 4 years

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Whats up!

HAVN in its current capacity will cease to exist in about 4 months. The block is changing and we aren’t even the least affected by this. A few months back, we put out a call for more members in hopes to sustain HAVN financially as a shared studio space with potential for small exhibitions. We also played around with the idea of building a studio specifically designed for woodworkers. These ideas were great, but after meeting with many interested people we couldn't accommodate an affordable fee for everyone based on our recently increased rent.

What we would like to do if we can stay open:

Create a refreshed vision of a diy community art space through:

-Shared co-working space - need a space downtown to have a meeting, get some work done at a desk, have a tea, collaborate on a project, in the spirit

-Open nights for crafting, resource sharing, and interdisciplinary exploration

-Programming affordable / pwyc workshops that explore art, music, science and more

-Social events that are geared towards bringing people together and having fun

-Pop up shops by local makers and artists

-Small exhibitions from local artists

If you believe in these ideas please consider helping us stay open!

How do we stay open?

Donations! More members! Rentals! Grants! Patreon!

We welcome you to consider joining as an official member at 100$/month for access to HAVN space, more info can be found here: https://havnode.tumblr.com/join

We have reworked our Patreon to better align with the direction HAVN is going, if you don’t have the capacity for a membership commitment we’d love to have you as a part of the community through a $5-20 monthly donation, more info can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/havnode

We have also updated our rental procedure and will be applying for grants to continue running our Sonic Art Series as well as other long term programming. \

Finally we will be celebrating this new chapter in HAVN’s existence through a relaunch in fresh monthly programming!

HAVN Collective - Amy McIntosh, Connor Bennett, Sahara Soudi, Ariel Bader-shamai, Sid Drmay, Dima Matar, Petra Matar, Annie Webber - as collective members we each contribute through various ways.

#art #diy #diy artspace #community #community growth #hamont #hamontart

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halifaxnoise · 6 years

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TONIGHT (Friday) at @theseahorsetavernhfx ... @amplify_her Official Screening, After Party, and Fundraiser! . Amplify Her is a film, graphic novel and animated motion comic series that explores the rise of female artists in the electronic music scene. Imagined and brought to life by more than 21 female creators across North America – the 89-minute feature follows seven up-and-coming stars as they find their unique voices within a male-dominated realm. On the surface, it’s a story about women in the electronic music industry, but the film’s deeper message is the resurgence of “the feminine” in Western culture. + The AFTER PARTY! What better way to follow up this film, than by showcasing the incredible talent of women and non-binary artists on the east coast. From the music, to the performance art, the deco, the projections, and the live painting .. these incredible humyns are coming together for an evening to create something inspiring and powerful for you. . Music: KittyBass DJ Lyra NatBeast Terraform Nausikaa . Performance Art: Jenille Cheney KaleidaKat Mariah Duffley KaySee - Performing Artist Amanda Hobbs Performer . Environment by: BushCrewe Ambients (Kristen Crewe Visual Arts & Jacqueline K. Quackenbush) White Moth Visual . Live Painting: Éloïse Brunet Kendra Breen . Sound System from Thick Jiff Sound and Thick Jiff Experience Productions . Big thanks to Home Bass for their huge support in making this happen. . Cover is 8$ or pwyc if this isn't possible! . ♥ All profits from this event will go to supporting the work of the Tea Hive Collective. For 9 years we have been doing harm reduction and peer support work at festivals in the Maritimes. We are a fully volunteer run and by donation service. If you have ever visited the Hive, than you may know how much hard work and heart goes into what we do. We really care about the health and well-being of our community. We are hoping to upgrade our dome structure this year, and could really use your support to do so. . Let’s Take Care of Eachother https://ift.tt/2JQ5GZk

#IFTTT #Instagram

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nickfowlerrr · 7 months

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🖤 headcanon - pwyc bucky loooves making reader flustered and embarrassed by purposefully doing things he knows gets her going (lifting her up, flexing his muscles, caging her into small spots beneath him) but then acts innocent and asks her what’s wrong while she fidgets and squeezes her thighs, obviously worked up…

STOP RIGHT NOW

you're absolutely, 110% correct lol. i got so giddy reading this, just imagining it.

You're in the small break room of the shop, waiting for Bucky to finish the tune up on your car that he swore it needed.

He said he was almost finished but asked if you could grab him a drink from the fridge. You obliged, thirsty yourself, and went to grab you both something. You greeted Thor as he sat at the table eating his lunch. Hiding your amusement at how tiny the table looked before him. Nat followed you in and sat to join him, but you weren't paying much attention to their conversation as you walked a bit further into the kitchenette area.

You're bent over, grabbing a can of soda from the bottom drawer of the fridge when you sense someone behind you.

Standing, you turn to see who it is and accidentally end up blocking yourself in - the corner of the counter behind you, and the wall of mass that is Bucky before you, leaves you with no space as he looks down at you, taking a step forward and forcing you further into the corner of the counter as you take one back.

Your eyes are fixed on him, your breath stalling in your throat as you watch him encroach upon you even more.

You can get much further from him, your body right up against the counter now, only your head tilting back as his tilts down ever so slightly to you, his hands planted on the counter, his bulking, strong arms on either side of you.

You can smell his cologne mingling with the scent of the motor oil that stains his shirt, his hair mussed and a bit of sweat beading on his forehead as he blocks you from getting space away from him... not that you plan on trying.

His blue eyes are gleaming with mischief as he holds eye contact with you.

Your breathing is a bit more labored as you find yourself waiting for him to pounce... Wanting him to, despite your lack of privacy. But the others' presence isn't something you're really registering - and they aren't paying much attention to what's going on behind them, anyway.

Bucky lifts a hand, slowly, and you close your eyes for a second as you anticipate his touch across your skin.

Then, you hear the cupboard behind you open, and your eyes do the same.

Bucky has a brow raised at you as he grabs a cup, taking the can from your hand in his other before he steps back,

"You alright there, sweetheart?" he asks, faux innocence lacing his voice, but the playfulness you catch in his eyes gives him away completely.

You straighten up and, quietly as you can, clear your throat.

"I'm fine," you answer. Though you can feel your sudden desire clenching in your tummy and slickening between your legs already, damn him. He doesn't need to know that, though.

As if he can't tell already.

You continue, discreetly squeezing your thighs as you move in an attempt to ease the growing ache, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He laughs under his breath, more to himself than, cracking the can open and pouring half into the cup for you as you watch, "You just look... a little flustered," he says, glancing over at you briefly before turning back to you fully.

He grabs the can and takes a drink, his eyes drinking you in in their own right.

"Car's almost done. Give me five minutes," he says as he backs away, heading for the door, "then you can go for a ride," he smirks, his innuendo not lost on you.

You inhale sharply before you swallow hard. You straighten again and press your lips together as you look off to the side, not wanting him to see the effect he so easily has on you.

"Mhm," you hum quietly, turning your back to him and crossing your legs as best you can while standing, fingers playing mindlessly on the counter as you wait for him to leave, missing the crooked grin that spreads across his face as his eyes rake over you one last time before he goes to finish up your car.

#not edited didnt even reread im sorry for mistakes!!!#asks #3k celebration #anon #pwyc!bucky #pwyc series #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader #pwyc headcannons #bucky barnes x reader

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circuitflow · 3 years

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Fly Pan Am | "Mirror Cracks Seeking Interiority" from Constellation Records on Vimeo.

The 6th of 16 tracks commissioned by Constellation for the Corona Borealis Longplay Singles series (2020/21). 100% of proceeds go to the artist.

This digital single is PWYC on Bandcamp for one week upon release: 05 Nov 2020.

flypanam.bandcamp.com/

Bandcamp digital sales of the artist's previous Constellation titles are also being passed through 100% to the artist until the end of 2020, as part of the label's pandemic support policy.

Corona Borealis singles are released every Thursday in Oct-Nov 2020 and Jan-Feb 2021.

Visit cstrecords.com for more info about the Corona Borealis singles series, our pandemic artist support policy, and special offers exclusive to the Constellation webshop (especially if you want to order 4 or more records from the label catalogue and/or are shipping to a destination outside North America).

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CREDITS: “Mirror Cracks Seeking Interiority” was composed August-September 2020 Drums recorded by Radwan Ghazi Moumneh February 2020 Video by Charline Dally

Félix Morel: drums, scrap cymbals Jonathan Parant: guitar, computer Roger Tellier-Craig: computer, synthesizer Jean-Sébastien Truchy: computer, synthesizer

ARTIST STATEMENT: "The social and the mirror is so obvious, being and rediscovering the omnipresent objection of the recovered tendency to the exteriority by a hard, fast object in exteriority. (Re)gaining in self is being personal on temperature differences. Although some aspects of the recovering in exteriority are delineated to a loss of personal autonomy and valorization into pieces." – Fly Pan Am

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todrobbins · 4 years

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Efrim Manuel Menuck | "BABY IT HAS TO FALL" from Constellation Records on Vimeo.

The 2nd of 16 tracks commissioned by Constellation for the Corona Borealis Longplay Singles series (2020/21). 100% of proceeds go to the artist.

This digital single is PWYC on Bandcamp for one week upon release: 08-02 Oct 2020.

efrimmanuelmenuck.bandcamp.com/

Bandcamp digital sales of the artist's previous Constellation titles are also being passed through 100% to the artist until the end of 2020, as part of the label's pandemic support policy.

Corona Borealis singles are released every Thursday in Oct-Nov 2020 and Jan-Feb 2021.

Subscribe to our newsletter and get 20% off your first order.

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CREDITS:

Efrim Manuel Menuck | "BABY IT HAS TO FALL"

Recorded late august, year zero, 2020. Made with 3 oscillators. Made with broken parlor organ. Made with mechanical, electronic and electric filters, and made with singing also.

Film by Efrim Manuel Menuck and Michele Fiedler Fuentes. Made with cellphones, personal computer, paper and glue.

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"AN EMPTY ROAD AND A STRAND OF TREES AND JUST A LITTLE MORE TIME TO SPEND WITH THEE

O MY DEAR MY DEAR GENOCIDE IS ALWAYS NEAR EACH DAY IS LIKE A YEAR AND I DON’T KNOW IF WE’LL SEE THE MORNING

PILLARS OF FIRE AT THE COLD MIST OF DAWN SEARCHLIGHTS AND MIDNIGHT TRIALS AT THE RISING MISTS OF DAWN THEY LEAD US TO WATER JUST TO WATCH US DROWN O BABY IT HAS TO FALL

PALE HORSE IS HUNGRY AND BELLOWING FIRE ONWARD AND AWFUL WITH EMPTY BLUE EYES WHILE SLOWLY WE CRAWL AND SLOWLY WE RISE WE JUST COULD’VE MADE IT BUT WE RAN OUT OF TIME O BABY IT HAS TO FALL

AN EMPTY ROAD AND A STRAND OF TREES AND JUST A LITTLE MORE TIME TO SPEND WITH THEE O BABY IT HAS TO FALL

ACROSS THE GOLDEN ROAD THE FOREST EXHALES LIKE TRUMPETS IN MUD THE SUN IS INDIFFERENT AND THE TREES DON'T GIVE A FUCK

WE'RE HANGING 'NEATH TWILIGHT IN A STATE NEAR TO GRACE EVERY STAR IN THE SKY EVERY STAR IN THE SKY EVERY STAR IN THE SKY EVERY STAR HANGING ‘NEATH TWILIGHT IN A STATE NEAR TO GRACE EVERY STAR IN THE SKY EVERY STAR IN THE SKY EVERY STAR IN THE SKY EVERY STAR EVERY LIGHT MUST GO OUT EVERY LIGHT MUST GO OUT EVERY LIGHT MUST GO OUT BUT NOT FOREVER

SWING LIKE AXES CHILDREN SWING LIKE AXES CHILDREN SWING LIKE LIGHTNING’S FALL THE LIGHT GOES OUT AND THE LIGHT GOES OUT AND THE LIGHT GOES OUT BUT NOT FOREVER

IT’S GONNA TAKE A LOT OF SWINGING TO GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOLE BABY, POINT IN ANY DIRECTION AND THAT’S WHERE WE’LL GO

THE DEVIL LOOSED HIS BURNING SHIPS ACROSS THOSE GLOWING SHORES AND THREW ACROSS THE WATER 1,000,000 CONQUISTADORS WHILE THEIR REGAL GOD SLEPT IN HIS NEST HID BEHIND GOLDEN CLOUDS HE MUTTERED TO HIMSELF AND HE DID NOT RAISE A HAND WHILE HIS EMPIRE GREW UPON BURNING FLOWERS ABOVE THAT BURNING LAND WE ARE THEIR BURNING FLOWERS THIS IS OUR BURNING LAND

THE EXECUTIONER AND THE EXECUTIONER’S FILTHY CHILDREN THE EXECUTIONER AND THE EXECUTIONER’S FILTHY CHILDREN RAISED IN THE LAND OF MILK AND DEAD HONEYBEES FED ON COLONIAL ENTITLEMENTS AND AR-15’S A FUNCTIONING DEATHKAMP NEEDS A LOT OF POLICE A FUNCTIONING DEATHKAMP NEEDS A LOT OF POLICE

WHAT VALUE IS A STATE LIKE THIS A FOOL’S WEIGHT PRESSED UPON OUR NECKS WHAT VALUE IS A STATE LIKE THIS THAT WATCHES US DIE AND DOES NOT ASSIST THAT BANKS ON OUR DEATHS NO MATTER THE PRICE JUST TO DELAY THEIR OWN SLOW DEMISE

SO WALK ME TO THE EDGE AND BACK AGAIN TELL ME EVERYTHING’S ALRIGHT THRU ENDLESS DAYS AND THE MERCY OF NIGHT THRU SIDEWAYS RAIN AND HARD SHARP SNOW HOLD ME TIGHT AND DON’T LET GO

AND I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK INTO AND I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK INTO INTO THEIR GLASS ATRIUM WITH BLOOD ON MY CHEEK AND A SHIT-EATING GRIN WITH GLASS IN MY HAIR AND THE ENGINE BURNING I'LL READ OUR DEMANDS AND I'LL TELL 'EM WHO SENT ME AND I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK I WILL DRIVE A TRUCK INTO

FREE IS FREE FREE SHOULD MEAN FREE FREE SHOULD BE FREE FREE MEANS FREE

THE BURNING WORD THE BURNING WORLD

LOVE."

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