trek-in-221b
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
smokesforwolves
the-bucky-barnes:

zetsubonna:

the-bucky-barnes:

Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years.

This is the best. This is basically how post-recovery Bucky should read to everyone in my fics: giant fucking goofball trapped in a master assassin’s body.

did you hear that? master. assassin.

the-bucky-barnes:

zetsubonna:

the-bucky-barnes:

Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years.

This is the best. This is basically how post-recovery Bucky should read to everyone in my fics: giant fucking goofball trapped in a master assassin’s body.

did you hear that? master. assassin.