thebeatofmyowndrum asked:

feel better soon! I just wanted to say that I totally love your Aurora Foundling addition to Count Buckula and I kept making faces at how cute it was and my sister was concerned about what I was reading. I can't keep a poker face when happy and cute things happen on the internet. Can't do it.

You just know that when Aurora is old enough to start dating, the classic scene of “Dad cleaning his shotgun” is going to be BEYOND epic.

I mean, Bucky’s probably going to be reassembling his favorite sniper rifle right there.  And Steve’s going to be pointedly polishing his shield. 

And Thor - sweet gods of Asgard - can you imagine Uncle Thor?  

"You will treat my goddaughter with the respect and kindness she deserves or we will have words.”

"Uncle Thor!"

"Forget the words, princess.  Actions speak louder.”  And Bucky pointedly clicks in and then pointedly checks the scope on his sniper rifle. 

Poppy, ohmygod…”

"Curfew," Steve says mildly.  And he’s going to say more but Aurora flails.

"Dad, I was hoping you’d be the Sane Person in the family!”

"I tried, sweetheart.  I really did.  But you are our only baby, you know.”

"Dad, you know that kicked puppy look only works on Poppy. And please don’t say anything that would be TMI!”  This last statement was directed at Bucky with a patented Barnes glare. 

"Don’t fuck things up, use a condom, no glove, no love, okay?"

"CLINT BARTON!" Steve and Bucky bellow. 

"Aw," Tony pouts.  "You guys are starting in on the sex ed advice and the threats?"  He pats Aurora’s date on the shoulder.  "Just remember kid, if you want any kind of future after you graduate college…."

"Uncle Tony!"

"Just don’t upset Aurora and Hulk will be happy too, okay?"

"Uncle Bruce, I swear to god…."

There’s the sound of crunching popcorn.  Aurora turns on Sam. 

Sam shrugs.  “Baby girl, you already got all the advice you need.  I’m just here for the popcorn.”

Aurora facepalms. 

And Nat, Tetya Natalia just winks at Aurora because the two of them already have had the Talk and Aurora knows what’s up.

In the meantime, Aurora’s date, who happens to be this nice boy named Peter Parker, sheepishly holds his hands up and gets all earnest.

"It’s just a movie and pizza, I will be respectful and we will be home by curfew, Captain Rogers.  I promise.”  And then:  “If I actually do something stupid, you don’t need to dogpile on me.  I’d beat myself up, see?”

"Awww, he’s adorable,” Nat purrs.  

And Aurora just sighs and goes, “Bye, family, I love you.”  And she and Peter run off for their date, which goes incredibly well, considering.  ;)

A second date will be in order. 

Thoughts on Captain America 3

I honestly think we are going to get a near death scene for Steve Rogers in Cap 3. It’s going to be epic, heart-wrenching and we’ll probs be having Bucky telling Steve “Don’t you dare die on me, you goddamn punk. Don’t. You. Dare.”

And then adds in the most broken voice possible: “please.”

And okay, Steve doesn’t die. And we’re gonna walk out of that movie in stucky heaven.

Then Avengers 3 happens and this time, Steve doesn’t come back.

And we’re gonna all walk out of THAT movie and jump into that river in Egypt.

delusionsofgrandr

Anonymous asked:

WHY DOES NO ONE UPDATE THEIR FANFICTION. I'M ABOUT TO WRITE MY OWN FUCKING FANFICTION BECAUSE NOBODY UPDATES. *cries silently*

snapslikethis answered:

I am probably the wrong person to ask this, anon, because I don’t have much sympathy for this type of complaint.

I’m going to gently (but not too gently) correct the mistaken assumption you have that authors owe you fanfiction in what you perceive to be a timely manner.

Let me tell you, as a fanfiction author, that I wish I could give you all a new one-shot every other day and a multi-chap update every week.

I know many others who wish the same, but can’t.

Because, you know, we have lives.

Real lives. Like in the real world. With real commitments - school to graduate, jobs to go to, both of which we need our sleep for. We have families and boyfriends who demand (and deserve) our time and attention. We have sports teams we may be committed to, projects we’re involved in, or organizations we ally our time and resources with.

And sometimes, an author may have a free day and just wants to sleep in.

Because fanfiction writing is a hobby.

A cathartic and fun one, yes, but a hobby just the same. 

And as such, that hobby, therapeutic and fun though it may be, doesn’t get first priority. Or second. Or third. Or sometimes fourth.

I’ve known one author who basically left the fandom because of the pressure to update quickly and how aggravating that sense of entitlement, I know another who almost left, but didn’t, aun I see asks for the big fandom authors (Jules and BC) weekly asking when will you update? next chapter? how far along are you? spoilers?

For the most part, authors are all super gracious and kind. Because no fanfiction author is hoarding a completed chapter and deliberately withholding it to be mean. Readers are awesome and bringing happiness to someone else’s day-that’s the best compliment, right?

But to get an anon asking where in the hell the update is….that doesn’t help at all. It actually sucks the joy out of writing. And when there’s no joy, it usually—well, it usually sucks.

I’m not telling you how to feel about the subject, but really?

Please, do go write a fanfic. Come up with a plot or a concept, write a rough draft to flesh it out, edit it, maybe rewrite it, find a beta and send it to them, get it back, look at their suggested changes versus your suggested changes, edit it again, send it back to the beta again, maybe scratch entire scene or plotline,  make sure your characters are in character and saying and doing the things they ought to be doing in a way that makes sense and is also compelling to read. Do all that, and post them and maybe get no reviews, or bad reviews. And do it again anyway, because you enjoy doing it.

But you will very quickly see how long it takes—how involved the process can get—because most of the people I know want to want to post work they are proud of, work that takes effort, and can’t (and shouldn’t) be whipped up overnight.

In terms of word count-a hundred thousand words-which is what most multi-chapter fics are-those take real time authors, who do it for a living as their primary income, months and years to complete. And that’s with a fleshed out concept, dedicated time to complete it, and an editor to help the process along.

Your favorite author may be stressing about finals, or working on the third draft of a chapter that just isn’t coming together right, or god forbid, having a relaxing day in the sun.

Like that’s her choice and she will post it when she can and she probably wants it posted, too.

So patience, dear. Have some patience. And go write a oneshot.

booasaur:

tersaseda:

peaceheather:

starrizlightning:

mildredandbobbin:

You know what’s more encouraging to an author then ‘when’s the next chapter’ or ‘update quicker!’ - leaving positive feedback about what you liked about the last chapter or the story as a whole (be specific!) - because sometimes the author is having a long dark tea time of the soul and just seeing a reminder of what’s good about their story can help them remember why they were excited about writing the story in the first place, and feel enthused enough to get back into it.

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As a writer, I am an unabashed review whore. I don’t mean that I will blackmail readers and say stupid crap like “I will post the next chapter once I get ten reviews!” because that’s childish and manipulative. But I do mean that a good review can make my whole week and will definitely encourage me to write more and write faster. It’s a reward feedback system, pure and simple. I write, you review, I get a little ting! of pleasure, I want to write more and get more reward. I get insecure when I don’t see a lot of reviews, even though I know it could just be a lack of traffic or a small fandom, or the middle of a holiday when none of the usual readers are around to actually look at my work. I crave those reviews.

As a reader, therefore, I’ve decided it’s only fair to leave the sort of reviews that I personally would love to see on my own fics. I don’t just say, “nice chapter!” although that can certainly be part of it. I try to say things like, “oh MAN, the suspense here is killing me and I can’t wait to see how you resolve it, i love love love the way this character just completely shot down that other character who was being a jerk, it was perfect and way overdue for that jerk,” and so on.

^^^^All of this.

Seriously. I’ve read so much fic but only recently started leaving feedback, partly because I followed so many writers on tumblr and saw how the reviews (or the lack thereof) affected them, and partly because I occasionally post photosets myself and like going through tags, however mild or incoherent, so I somewhat understood that feeling. And that’s not even a fair comparison, photosets usually take not nearly the effort that goes into stories, but tend to get reblogged and shared with such a wide audience so quickly.

So after realizing what I appreciated about the tags, and why they seemed so much easier for people to add, and putting that together with what the various authors I followed said, I realized that a review wasn’t nearly the Big Deal that I was making it out to be.

Not leaving comments had nothing to do with laziness and everything to do with my own fear of making a bad impression, of bothering the writer somehow (I know!), of not leaving as thoughtful a comment as the fic/writer deserved, of being unoriginal. Yeah, forget all that.

There are authors who love interacting with their regular readers and who get into analytical discussions with them, and maybe you’re intimidated by that, but I SWEAR, there is not a single one out there who won’t appreciate just a “EASODIFADNAD I LOVE THIS”. But you can just say what you liked, what stayed with you after you finished. A quote, a character trait, if the characters were in voice, how you’d always wanted to see that particular plot. I know I’m terrible with this, I just can’t think of the words, but it’s not a checklist of compliments you need to go through, just think of how you’d describe it to a friend if you were recommending it.

It really, really makes a difference.

All of this.

dada and poppy

It’s a little known fact that Steve’s godmother is actually a Faerie Queen.

Okay, so actually, the only person alive who knows this is Bucky Barnes.  But that was because on the day Bucky and Steve decided to move in together, though considering the time period, it was, on the surface, just two bachelors trying to save money and pool their resources.

Of course, that didn’t keep Bucky from imagining that Steve was actually going to be his husband.  And maybe, just maybe, he’d pretended it was an actual proposal when he gave Steve his Ma’s ring.

To pawn, he said. Just in case. 

Although he knew Steve would always keep it safe. 

So Steve takes him to see his godmother, to this place in Central Park that nobody really went to, to a Certain Tree that seemed to grow greener and taller than the rest. 

The Queen had smiled down at Bucky and somehow, he was dead sure that she understood everything

And she approved. 

Seventy years later and after a great many adventures, both grand and terrible, Steve would let Bucky know that he still had his Ma’s ring.

Also, Steve had a great many things to say about secret proposals, because honestly, how was a fella supposed to say yes, I’ll marry you, James Buchanan Barnes if the question wasn’t asked in the first place. 

It was an enjoyable argument.  Bucky rather liked how it ended, which eventually led them to breaking Steve’s bed.  Also, the round of applause that Nat gave them the next day was rather gratifying too. 

So Steve and Bucky were rather enjoying wedded bliss, in between mad scientists, supervillains, the occasional alien invasion, HYDRA and all the assorted shenanigans that came with being an Avenger. 

That was until one day, a Faerie Queen showed up at Avengers Tower with a tiny, blonde, blue-eyed baby in her arms. 

Thor was the first one she met and the Prince of Asgard did his mother proud with the gracious welcome he offered the Queen.  The Queen was very pleased when Thor gave the child his own blessings.  So Thor would always have the friendship of this Queen and her Court, which was, on the whole, a good thing. 

The child was a foundling.  The child, just like Steve, was the Queen’s godchild. 

The child needed parents. Really, as much as the Queen adored the “little beastie,” a human child needed human parents and an anchor in the human world.  And she could think of no better person to entrust her little one to than her godson and his husband. 

"Well," Bucky sighed, looking down at the little one currently cuddled in Steve’s arms, waving a certain teddy bear in her direction and making her laugh and reach for the toy.  "At least she and Corporal Bucky Bear are getting along.  No sibling rivalry here."

"Nope," Steve grinned.  "Not in this family." 

They would later decide that Steve would be “Dad” and Bucky “Papa” but Aurora Rogers-Barnes had other ideas once she learned to talk. 

Steve got to be “Dada.”  Bucky was “Poppy.”  And there was “Tetya” (Nat), “Pippa” (Pepper), “Kitty” (Clint), “Ony” (Tony), “Or!” (Thor), “Samsam” (Sam) and Boo (Bruce). 

Dada and Poppy accepted their new names graciously.  The rest of Aurora’s doting aunts and uncles were pretty happy about their nicknames, except Clint, who still wasn’t sure where “Kitty” came from. 

- tbc -

idrilka
Well, damn, son, do we really need to have the discussion about the cheekbones and the Pale Vampire Prince Gothic look we got going on here?  Because it’s not doing my sanity any favors, no sir. 
Fine.
So let’s discuss the fact that apparently, my Sam Wilson muse is a massive vampire fan - specifically Dracula - and he was the one who decided it would be a fantastic idea to catch Steve up on all the really good Dracula movies since Bela Lugosi.
And okay, Sam is not prepared for Steve to get the gigglefits from watching Dracula movies and talking about somebody named “Grampy” who would throw an epic shitfit at some of these.  But much to Sam’s eternal glee and belated curiosity, Steve says Sir Christopher Lee certainly has got the Dracula presence down pat and the swagger.  
"Dracula swaggers?”
"My hand to God, he does.  We call it the patented Barnes swagger,” And then, there’s this wistful look in Steve’s eyes and this is happening at a time when Steve hasn’t found Bucky yet (or the other way around).  “Bucky had it.”  Another pause.  “Bucky still has it.”
Okay, so this conversation got weird, very fast and Sam’s not sure what question he’s going to ask first although the mental image of the Winter Soldier swaggering is something he’s not sure he wants in his head at this time.  He’ll leave that to Steve.  So he focuses on the obvious thing which is -
"Wait, why is it that you seem to be telling me that you know Count Dracula personally?  Is this some old person joke I’m not getting? Shit, dude, have you actually met fucking Lugosi?” 
“No.  The man I know changed his name to Gabriel Belmont Barnes.  He thought that keeping the old family name would freak people out.  He was Bucky’s Grampy.” 
"You’re shitting me.  You are using that Captain America can’t tell no lies bullshit to actually fucking troll me.”
"I ain’t lyin’!"
"No, no, no - I see what you’re doing there, Steve Rogers.  You with your big puppy eyes and that innocent thing you got going there - I AM NOT GOING TO BE FOOLED! YOU HEAR ME?!"
And Steve’s laughing too hard now, so Sam thinks it is all a big joke.
Until a lot later, when Bucky’s actually back with them and he is more or less on the right side of sane, for a given definition of sane. 
And okay, Sam will never be able to get “patented Barnes swagger” out of his head ever again, though these days, there’s an extra oomph to Bucky’s step which mainly comes from the rather athletic shenanigans going on in Steve and Bucky’s bedroom.
Seriously, Steve is glowing. 
Also, they broke the bed so many times that Tony has now taken on the additional project of making an actual “Super Soldier Boyfriends-proof” bed.  “Just don’t tell me what you guys are gonna do in there, I don’t wanna know!”
Also, Tony makes a lot of Russian jokes and Bucky finally caves in and says, “Actually, I’m not Russian, I’m ethnically Romanian….”
And eventually, Sam finds out the whole Dracula thing was for real after all. 
- end -
(I headcannoned.  Sorry I’m not sorry?!)

Well, damn, son, do we really need to have the discussion about the cheekbones and the Pale Vampire Prince Gothic look we got going on here?  Because it’s not doing my sanity any favors, no sir. 

Fine.

So let’s discuss the fact that apparently, my Sam Wilson muse is a massive vampire fan - specifically Dracula - and he was the one who decided it would be a fantastic idea to catch Steve up on all the really good Dracula movies since Bela Lugosi.

And okay, Sam is not prepared for Steve to get the gigglefits from watching Dracula movies and talking about somebody named “Grampy” who would throw an epic shitfit at some of these.  But much to Sam’s eternal glee and belated curiosity, Steve says Sir Christopher Lee certainly has got the Dracula presence down pat and the swagger.  

"Dracula swaggers?”

"My hand to God, he does.  We call it the patented Barnes swagger,” And then, there’s this wistful look in Steve’s eyes and this is happening at a time when Steve hasn’t found Bucky yet (or the other way around).  “Bucky had it.”  Another pause.  “Bucky still has it.”

Okay, so this conversation got weird, very fast and Sam’s not sure what question he’s going to ask first although the mental image of the Winter Soldier swaggering is something he’s not sure he wants in his head at this time.  He’ll leave that to Steve.  So he focuses on the obvious thing which is -

"Wait, why is it that you seem to be telling me that you know Count Dracula personally?  Is this some old person joke I’m not getting? Shit, dude, have you actually met fucking Lugosi?”

No.  The man I know changed his name to Gabriel Belmont Barnes.  He thought that keeping the old family name would freak people out.  He was Bucky’s Grampy.”

"You’re shitting me.  You are using that Captain America can’t tell no lies bullshit to actually fucking troll me.”

"I ain’t lyin’!"

"No, no, no - I see what you’re doing there, Steve Rogers.  You with your big puppy eyes and that innocent thing you got going there - I AM NOT GOING TO BE FOOLED! YOU HEAR ME?!"

And Steve’s laughing too hard now, so Sam thinks it is all a big joke.

Until a lot later, when Bucky’s actually back with them and he is more or less on the right side of sane, for a given definition of sane. 

And okay, Sam will never be able to get “patented Barnes swagger” out of his head ever again, though these days, there’s an extra oomph to Bucky’s step which mainly comes from the rather athletic shenanigans going on in Steve and Bucky’s bedroom.

Seriously, Steve is glowing

Also, they broke the bed so many times that Tony has now taken on the additional project of making an actual “Super Soldier Boyfriends-proof” bed.  “Just don’t tell me what you guys are gonna do in there, I don’t wanna know!”

Also, Tony makes a lot of Russian jokes and Bucky finally caves in and says, “Actually, I’m not Russian, I’m ethnically Romanian….”

And eventually, Sam finds out the whole Dracula thing was for real after all. 

- end -

(I headcannoned.  Sorry I’m not sorry?!)

petite-madame

petite-madame:

"BARNES! ROGERS!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD"!

A big Steve/Bucky artwork that required a looot of work (I stopped counting after 40 hours to be honest). I know, I know, canon wise it doesn’t make any sense. Let’s just say that it’s the big second Chitauri attack of 2014 (it totally happened…*cough*)

Bonus: Bucky’s Instagram.

(Photoshop CS6 - Painter 12) - A big thank you to Beccj for the English beta ♥

And then I DIED. BOYS, FOCUS GOD DAMN IT.