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Évolution inversée

these dont even look like him

Well, when Picasso was starting out, cameras were becoming really popular, and traditional portraits of people were becoming really obsolete because of this. So a lot of painters at this time were trying to figure out how to keep people’s attention (this is how we got the impressionists and popartists). I’m pretty sure the story goes that Picasso went to some museum or show that displayed art from different countries and he was absolutely fascinated by the harsh angles and exaggerated features African masks. So he took inspiration from that and began to work on his own style- Cubism.

And there’s your art history of the day ^.^

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steve and bucky being in a meeting with all the avengers at the stark tower and steve is getting progressively more pissed off with them and their shenanigans while bucky just sits at the bar ignoring everything

"bucky come on, help me!"

"no way, don’t drag me into this"

"just give me a hand!"


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what if u had an identical twin that did porn and u like went to the grocery and theyre like “omg i saw u take 3 dicks at once while wearing a turtle costume” and ur like “god dammit gary”

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I love to see children who are so delicate and gentle with animals.  It warms my heart amidst a sea of brats pulling cats’ tails and getting whacked.


I love how she reaches up on her tippy toes to snuggle into his shoulder.

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U ok there Ebro?


U ok there Ebro?

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Bad day

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swaggity psy do not cry

oppa gangnam smile

im 100% sure i was fucking high when i wrote this

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"you can’t just think every character is queer" watch me. watch me

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Should actress Laverne Cox be included on the #TIME100? Ummm that’s a big ole’ HELLS YES! Click here to cast your vote!


Should actress Laverne Cox be included on the #TIME100? Ummm that’s a big ole’ HELLS YES! Click here to cast your vote!

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walking. Apparently walking is a thing he has to learn how to do again. 

"You walk like you’re trying to kill someone, Bucky," Steve says, in what Bucky knows sounds like a supportive tone to the idiots around them, but what is, in fact, Steve Rogers’ patented Why Are You Such A Moron voice. 

"People don’t talk to me when I walk like this," Bucky points out. 

"They also won’t give you coffee."

And well, fine. 


bedtime. The sleeping thing is rough. He thinks it’s safe to blame that on—well, life in general. He’s been frozen on and off for years, and they never kept him awake long enough to need to sleep (he thinks it’s why—well, he thinks that the sleep deprivation contributed to his programming failing). Before that, it’s been the goddamn war, and you slept when you could, where you could. And before that, there’d been the odd jobs Bucky had always worked, anything for an extra penny. 

Steve, who’s always slept like a goddamn princess, doesn’t want to hear it. He throws a futon mattress on the floor (Bucky doesn’t even know what a futon is) and pointedly goes to bed. Bucky lays there, and he can feel Steve looking at him. 

"Just go to sleep," Bucky snaps, night after night after fucking night.

"You’re keeping me up," Steve replies. 

They go to bed at 9:30 and wake up at 7:00, like they’re actually 95 and 96. 

"I didn’t want to say anything," Steve says over waffles when Bucky points it out, "but you could really use the beauty sleep, Buck." 

Bucky smacks him. “Punk.”

(He gets used to it—eventually. He just requires some physical exertion before he goes to bed, and if he enlists Steve in that—well. It’s for a good cause, and Steve’s always been a sucker for those.)


eating. Steve Rogers can’t cook. Bucky doesn’t know who thought Steve could cook, but he can’t. Sarah Rogers taught Bucky all the family recipes because Steve was never going to carry on the family traditions, only shame.

The Winter Soldier didn’t eat for taste, he ate for sustenance. And it’s a weird thing, retraining himself from that. To eat and enjoy it, to consider a meal, to sit down and consume. 

But there’s more available now than boiled dinners and potatoes and whatever things you could get cheap. 

"Everyone eats well now," Steve says one night over Indian food. "It’s not seasonal, and you don’t have to make a bone last for a whole winter."

That’d been a bad winter—Steve’d been sick a lot, Bucky’d been working to help support both their families, and Sarah’d just started getting sick. There’d been one bone and by the time they threw it out, they’d gotten months’-worth of broth from it. 

They get a lot of take out, places they have to look up, because Bucky thinks he’s been to at least some of them, but can’t remember. It’s easier, somehow, to eat it when it’s an adventure, a fixed point of shared experience instead of—well. This is good.


dating. “You clean up nice, I don’t get why you think she wouldn’t,” Steve says, rifling through his mail. The girl in 9H just flirted with Bucky, and Steve is offended on her behalf that Bucky wasn’t fumbling all over himself to get her number.

"I got a mirror," Bucky points out, because he knows he cleans up nice. He knows, even with the metal arm, he’s got enough going on that a girl will forgive that. Knows he can spin it into a sob story—hell, could just say wounded in combat, which is true. Doesn’t even need a cover—

But that’s the problem. He thinks about it all as covers, lies, how to seduce, edit his own history, get what he wants and then go. And maybe that was how it was, before the war. Maybe that’s how they’d been, but he can’t remember. And even if it was, it was a game, simple and light-hearted and nothing like being whored out for a cause. 

"So?" Steve prompts, and Bucky longs for the days when he was goading Steve into dates, not the other way around. 

"So no." 

Steve sighs, and picks up a take-out menu as Bucky locks the door of the apartment. He’s seen—they’ve come a long way. Guys who date other guys don’t have it as bad—can even marry, in New York. They even got a word for people who like both, but—thing is. There are other things Bucky’s got to get right. Like going into crowds, feeling threatened, walking like a human, having a social interaction, eating three meals a day and sleeping at night. 

The whole dating thing—

"Sudanese?" Steve asks. 

"Yeah," Bucky says, and then sighs when Steve hands him the phone to order, because Steve hates ordering food.


#’go to bed at 9:30 and wake up at 7:00 like they’re actually 95 and 96’ kill me#imagine sam buying them a book he calls a ‘bedtime story’#bucky looks so fucking offended so sam knows he did good#so he sits them both down on the couch and pulls over a chair#clears his throat#crosses his legs#and reads out loud: ‘go the fuck to sleep by adam mansbach’#steve is convinced it’s a fucking joke and he has to work hard to not laugh actively#because sam is So Serious and he’s using his Lecture Voice#but by the end bucky is shaking helplessly with laughter#head thrown back against the couch’s backrest#and sam fucking loses it too so they end up laughing about this for a solid fifteen minutes#and that night steve is trying his best to fall asleep quietly without shuffling around#but his elbow’s uncomfortable and his shoulder’s cramped and nothing is making him want to fall asleep#and then bucky mutters under his breath ‘please… go the fuck to sleep’#which ends with sam yelling down the hall that they better not still be laughign about that fucking book it’s been five goddamn hours#cracky domestic shit is my achilles’ heel goodbye#captain america 2#mcu#spoilers// //#long post (via basiacat)

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im laughing omgg