Rue De Paris, Jour De Pluie (1877) By Gustave Caillebotte

Cobie Smulders photographed by Rayne Fitton for Amazing Magazine (July 2020).

bucky finds a damp cardboard box of kittens abandoned in the alley near their home. he brings them inside, wraps and dries them with care and uses the heat pad that soothes his shoulder to keep them warm. they take the kittens to the vet because you can tell theyre all sickly, and steve can see how this is going to end (because, after all, what is he but a stray that bucky couldnt help but take in), yet bucky insists. lovingly, he cleans them with damp cloths as if it were their mother’s tongue, and gets up every hour on the hour in the night to feed them. still, every few days like clockwork one of them dies. steve slips from their bed to find bucky in the harsh kitchen light, mourning, milk bottle forgotten and growing cold on the table. he is devastated for each one as he cries whilst cradling their little bodies, and steve cradles him. you did your best, steve tells him. in the end only one lives; her fur had been the most stubborn to clean, but now its a soft, brilliant white. when she opens her eyes they’re blue. theyre going to keep her. she likes to curl in the palm of buckys hand, purring, her body warming the metal plates. steve and his dark humour says they should call her alley, and though bucky finds it funny they compromise and call her alpine - ally for short.

But I know him

The San Francisco Examiner, California, August 23, 1932

KAZIMIR MALEVICH “BLACK CIRCLE” | 1923 [oil on canvas | 105.5 × 106 cm.]

leica m16 cutaway drawing, mid 1900s.

M*A*S*H "Dreams" dir. alan alda + "greece on the ruins of missolonghi" - eugène delacroix (1826) / "painting (head of a smoker)" - joan miró (1925) / "herding horses" - han gan (8th c.) / "artist's studio - the dance" - roy lichtenstein (1974) / untitled - helen frankenthaler (?) [rotated] / "study of a head" - francis bacon (1952) / "nitro-67" - oleksandr aksinin (1967) [rotated]

There’s something very nice about remembering fics you read years ago. Maybe you remember the plot perfectly, maybe the rest of the fic is only a blur aside from a handful of vivid scenes, but you remember the way it made you feel. And sometimes you dredge up the memory - the premise or a favourite scene or a few lines that stayed with you -  and your heart aches a little bit, the way it does when you think about books you enjoyed as a child.

To all the fanfiction writers out there: your work is beautiful and meaningful and it leaves an impact. I promise.