imagine bucky and steve taking shots of like 100 proof vodka and trying to get DRUNK and steve is totally unaffected but after the 20th shot or something bucky is drunk as fuck and he looks at steve really seriously (while swaying slightly in his chair) and steve is kind of nervous because bucky hasn’t looked at him this intently since before the war when steve came home with two broken ribs and bucky just stared at him for five minutes before giving him the longest lecture of his entire life so yeah steve is kinda nervous. finally bucky rubs his hand over his face, sighs and says, “steve, i fucking hate it when you wear khakis” and steve laughs so hard he can’t breathe
wahhh it’s 45 degrees out and i have to go do my run now.
at least my cramps have abated so i don’t actually feel like shit currently…
also, in commenting to my coworkers last night about having to get up earlier than i like to to go running, i explained why i was training and turns out one of my coworker friends has actually done survive dc a couple times. he also might’ve seen me the year i was the good player fairy. and then he started trying to convince his bandmate that they should enter this year and yeah. i’m just recruiting all my coworkers for this thing! (my friend liv is gonna run with me on my team, and another coworker is going to start a team with her friends.)
I never know how to describe myself. I have a BFA in fiber art from VCU. I'm a Bawlmer girl at heart. I'm 24, phlegmatic, Aquarian, ISTJ/ISFJ, fem-bodied, and asexual, and I'm masquerading as an adult. You can call me 'Eleanor'.