West Side Story Revisited: images by Mark Seliger; featuring Camilla Belle as Maria, Ben Barnes as Tony, Chris Evans as Riff, Jennifer Lopez as Anita, and Rodrigo Santoro as Bernardo. Others include Robert Pattinson, Ashley Tisdale, Jay Hernandez, Brittany Snow, Brandon T Jackson, Minka Kelly, and Drake Bell
This one took a while, but hawkeye-hawkeye requested ‘Steve and Bucky - art museum or art gallery date’. Anybody who knows me knows that I’m a total art nerd and I’ve actually been trying to write this fic for a while.
The above painting is Greyed Rainbow by Jackson Pollock, 1953. It’s at the Art Institute of Chicago.
“Oh,” Bucky says.
Steve turns his head from the painting to Bucky, who is staring at it, lips unconsciously parted, long hair pushed back from his eyes for what seems like the first time in ages.
“Buck?” Steve asks, giving the painting a second glance.
Jackson Pollock, Greyed Rainbow, 1953.
It’s not Steve’s first choice, but Bucky steps a foot closer to it, unable to tear his eyes away.
“I think I.” He cuts himself off.
“Buck, what is it?”
When Bucky doesn’t answer him immediately, Steve searches for some kind of answer in the splatters of paint. Abstract Expressionism may have began in the 1930s, but Steve was never really introduced to it. He was too enamored with the Modernists and the Regionalists, the Magical Realists and Surrealists. The other side of the Art Institute has a whole wing of the paintings that seem so familiar, the ones that were just being painted when he was in school and still thought he could end up an artist. He likes to see that Georgia O’Keeffe is now more famous than her husband, Alfred Stieglitz, even if she wasn’t at the time. There’s Charles Demuth and Marsden Hartley, who were purportedly queer and whose careers Steve had followed carefully. It’s the first time he sees any of Albright’s paintings up-close; his close ties with Chicago meant that Steve never saw his work in New York. And Hopper’s Nighthawks, lonely but popular, reminding him too much of those lonely months before he had met Sam and before Bucky had come back to him.
There’s even a large painting by Stuart Davis. It’s from the fifties, but it reminds Steve of the time he met Davis, when they had briefly talked about Davis’s beliefs on politics and art. He had snuck Bucky into Radio City to see Davis’s mural in the men’s room after that; the security guard dragged them out by their ears.
While Steve had chattered away in that area of the museum, Bucky walked quietly, barely saying a word, only there to humor Steve. Bucky was never all that interested in any art besides Steve’s but not even seventy years apart kept Bucky from humoring Steve in the museum. So they went through the American art and the early European. Bucky only vocally scoffed when they saw Duchamp’s Hat Rack hanging from the ceiling. But this is the first time he’s seen Bucky look at a painting and…
“It’s my head,” he says quietly. A tourist hovers next to the painting, having their partner take a picture of them smiling next to it. Bucky shuffles to the side but doesn’t stop looking.
Steve doesn’t like the abstract expressionists. The de Koonings seem like scribbles to him, the Rothkos confusing. But the Pollocks… He knows how much they go for at Christie’s and Sotheby’s, how collectors would fight to the death for the chance for one. He knows that this painting in front of him is the one that tourists come to this Museum to see. People buy umbrellas with this pattern at the gift shop. It’s important. It’s special.
And Steve doesn’t understand.
Years of art school, training himself to be open-minded and yet, this painting does little for him. If anything, it makes him want to look away. It’s ugly. It’s hard.
He looks at Bucky looking at it, though, the way that he’s nodding with a short little movement as his eyes rake the canvas up and down again and again, and he thinks that maybe it wasn’t painted for him.
Bucky pulls his eyes away to glance at Steve. “I like this one,” he says.
Steve reaches out and smooths back Bucky’s long hair. “I’m glad,” he says.
The corner of Bucky’s lip quirks. “You hate it.”
“I don’t understand it.”
Bucky’s expression becomes serious again. “That’s good,” he says, too earnest. He’s more careful with his words now and when he speaks, whatever he says matters. “I don’t want you to.”
Bucky’s blue eyes haven’t left Steve’s. Steve feels short of breath; that’s not anything new, not since Bucky came back to him. Steve takes a step closer and Bucky melts into him when Steve wraps an arm around his shoulders.
They look at the painting for another minute, tangled up in each other. Then Bucky says, “Let’s go home.”
Steve pulls him in tighter and leads him out of the gallery.
Today in gym class we were doing major climbing and halfway up this girl freezes and goes “I CAN’T DO IT I CAN’T DO IT”
so some dude yells “MY AUNT SAID DAT AT HER WEDDIN’ BUT SHE MARRIED DAT FINE-ASS DOCTOR AND NOW SHE RICH AS HELL”
the girl did it. truly inspiring.
I should add that it was a shrimpy 5’1 Indian boy nobody had ever heard talk before who was apparently from the deep south.
Not exactly sure that this was what you were looking for, but hope you like it! (Taking prompts, if you’ve got one!)
“So,” Bucky says, pulling at his tight tuxedo collar. “Who all is gonna be there?”
“What do you mean?” Steve asks, shifting uncomfortably in the back of their limo.
All Bucky knows about this gig is that this Rogers guy is some kind of famous artist—has his own Wikipedia page and everything—and that this wedding is a big deal. Tony Stark’s big deal, to be exact. He doesn’t exactly know the relationship between Rogers and Stark, but he does know that it seems to be a touchy subject. Rogers got all finicky when Bucky asked him about it, so he’s guessing some kind of an ex. When Bucky started being an escort to help him pay for grad school, he never thought he’d get to go to Tony Stark’s wedding.
He wishes he had rented a looser tuxedo. The food’s probably gonna be the best stuff he’s eaten in months.
Anastasia’s Blue Dress Appreciation Post
Was there some sort of special animation for this movie because it has never looked quite like other animation.
It was almost entirely rotoscoped, if that’s what you mean? That means it was drawn on top of live action film, which is how they got the realistic subtleties.
Whoa, that’s so cool. Wow.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is rotoscoping done fantastically right.
Because all you really need to do is find some cheap animation produced by lesser-to-completely-unknown studios to see how horribly disturbing rotoscoping is when the artist cannot animate very well; if the frame rate is too slow? It looks jerky, choppy, and repulsively unnatural. It leaps right into the uncanny valley and sets up house there.
see: ralph bakshi’s 1977 production of Lord of the Rings
how do boys actually dry their ducks after they shower like
do you just grab it in the towel and roll it between your hands like a dough snake
or do you swing it around to air dry
I need to know
I feel like this was all one big misunderstanding but idk that’s a cute duck
I love this because he’s just kinda like ‘yes natasha. yes they do. good for you natasha. basica human understanding. thank you for the blindingly obvious piece of informumMMMPHHHHH
color meme - requested by flawless-dwarves
↳ bucky barnes + dark colors