I should be ficcing. I really should be working on getting my unfinished stories worked through, like I was intending for Camp. But what I am currently actually doing is fangirling and sending purely psychic (not physic - sorry, utter inside joke) hugs to Bucky Barnes.
Oh yes, internet. I just got back from seeing Captain America: The Winter Soldier at the AMC by my flat. The reason for not going to Roswell was because (1) the web site said the seats were sold out and (2) that's too far to drive home from work, get changed, drive back up, watch a two hour film, and drive home with me on an opening shift in the morning.
But oh my god! Everything just worked so beautifully with the storyline (this is a no spoiler zone; if you somehow didn't know the identity of the Winter Soldier you either aren't a Marvel fan or have been living under a rock since The First Avenger given all the interviews the actors have done with spoiler mode apparently busted), and the situation with SHIELD in this one made the absence of said organization in the other Avengers-driven Marvel films make some goddamned sense. Some lovely cameos by actors who were in the previous Cap movie along with some from the other MCU properties was a great touch, and I can hardly recommend giving this one a watch enough.
But still, all the goddamned hugs for Cap and Bucky. Holy shit.
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