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tabaqui: (sebastianstan&stuffedpupbychrisevansz(tu)
Friday, March 10th, 2017 11:22 pm
Hallooooo, flisties!
It's been a wee while, hasn't it? Sheesh. I'm falling down in my duties. :)
Here in the lovely state of Misery, we are oscillating wildly between 'balmy near-eighties' and 'below freezing' temperatures. Yesterday we had *two* hail storms, making my yard white, totally clogging my gutters so there were fountains of water pouring over the edge, and making the roads an ice-and-water safety hazard. There was also thunder, rain, lightning, wind, and tornado warnings, all in the last five days. I would say March has come in like a lion!

Day Eight & Nine )

And for fic, we have 'Test Kitchen'. Here and at AO3 With [livejournal.com profile] darkhavens as beta, of coz.



Bucky gets sick, Steve tries for familiar comforts. Things...go a wee bit pear-shaped. Sam, of course, to the rescue. With bendy-straws. )

Slang from Dirty Thirties.
tabaqui: (sebastianstan&stuffedpupbychrisevansz(tu)
Sunday, February 5th, 2017 08:13 pm
Hallo! I'm kinda behind, huh? Ah, well. Still plugging away.

It keeps going warmish and sunny here, then frigid as fuck. Monstrous Bebe has a yucky cold, and I'm tired to death of running the furnace (the dry air is killing me). But! It's February, and perhaps soon I'll get my tax return and some new glasses, yay!

I also posted an old Spander fic over at my scarecrow_horses AO3 - Letters. I thought that was on my LJ, too, but it's not! So weird. I need to pick up the pace on posting all those old fics.

And now - challenge seven! It is: In your own space, create a fanwork. Make a drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list.... Create something.

(It was a very long challenge, I snipped it.)


So, I've been kicking this idea around, about Bucky. What if he was kept in cryo not because he was too violent/to hide him/they forgot about him/etc., but because his imperfect, Zola-made serum didn't work quite right? It makes him fast and strong, sure, but his immune system sucks, and the mask he wore was for filtration, to keep him from breathing in tainted air, and the outfit and gloves and such were to keep him from touching tainted surfaces..... Basically, Bucky gets sick.

All the damn time.


Sick Day )


Now, *finally*, on AO3!

Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] darkhavens for the quick beta and fix. :)
tabaqui: (avengerswintersoldierbyfamira)
Friday, January 6th, 2017 01:46 pm
First snow of the new year. Only a couple inches, but it's cold as all hell out there - single digits! The gog loves it, though; she runs around in the yard, doing bronco bucks and generally just acting like a goof. We take out the squeaky snake and have a romp!


So last August, I posted Who With Ill Stars are Curst, kind of my 'answer' to the notion in CA:CW that Steve (and Sam) had been searching for Bucky for *two years*, and never seen him in all that time.

A few days ago, I posted the Bucky POV to that story (now a 'verse!), and didn't post anything here, as I was tired and kinda meh. But I thought I should do that. :)

That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me. I was very pleased to have littlesolnyshka from Tumblr give me a little help with the Romanian/Bucharest bits.

And of course, [livejournal.com profile] darkhavens for my beta, as always.

I'm going to be doing the Snowflake challenge, as well, because I really want to be *present* in fandom, more than i have been in the last couple years. Starting (late!) this weekend.

*smooches you all*
tabaqui: (avengerswintersoldierbyfamira)
Saturday, November 12th, 2016 09:05 pm
For the [livejournal.com profile] slashthedrabble prompt: PTSD

This is an interlude in the 'Solitude' series (at AO3). Post Winter Soldier, pre-slash Steve and Bucky.

Beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] darkhavens. Title and cut quote from Macbeth, Act V, scene III.


At Slash the Drabble. 500 words.


Recovery is not a straight line.


Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased...Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow? )
tabaqui: (avengerswintersoldierbyfamira)
Saturday, March 19th, 2016 10:57 pm
Guys, it's a little embarrassing how ga-ga I am for Bucky Barnes. And, to be honest, for Sebastian Stan. The man is fucking adorable. ANYWAY...some of you have probably seen the head-canon he posted about Bucky and his backpack (seen in the Civil War trailer....)

And it got me thinking, and so...to writing. So, here - a little under a thousand words about...all that.
*flails*
*Buckeeee*!!!
:)

On AO3


'...who’d never heard Of any world where promises were kept...' )

(Yes, I'm still working on 'Yesternight', promise....
tabaqui: (avengerswintersoldierbyfamira)
Monday, April 27th, 2015 03:19 pm
*waves*
And here we go! A second part (not linear chapters) to my first Marvel/Avengers/Winter Soldier fic, This Solitude Through Which We Go.

It's the little things, really, that seem to cause the biggest problems in Bucky's recovery....
Also at AO3.

Thanks again, [livejournal.com profile] darkhavens for the beta!


Rusted Hinge.... )


'Skeezix' is a character from the cartoon strip 'Gasoline Alley'.
tabaqui: (tonybyquadratur)
Tuesday, January 20th, 2015 11:19 pm
*waves*
Heya. Well, so - it's nearly February, wow! Can't believe it. It's been cold-warm-cold-cold-*cold*holyfuck-warm here, so very weird. Heating bill is way too big, as usual. *sigh*

BUT, all that aside, i bring fic! Avengers fic. I know! Who'da thunk! But i love the movies (all of them except the Hulk ones - Bill Bixby is forever my Bruce Banner), and i've had this idea kicking around for ages, so... Fic. :)

I thought - getting your arm busted up and then amputated, possibly without anesthesia, is pretty fucking traumatizing. And then Evil Nazi Scientists (tm) graft some kind of horrible, metal killing-arm onto you? Without your consent? And torture you?

I can't imagine Bucky *liking* having that arm on him, so...i wrote about it. It's Gen, it's not terribly gory or anything, and I posted it over at AO3, too.


What is this world, O soldiers? )



Also, in case you're wondering - SHOW IS BACK! AND I LUFF!! Oh, my boys. Oh, my *boys*! *smishes them*