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sickkpuppi · 25 days
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last night i air played porn on the tv in my childhood bedroom 🥺😵‍💫
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imposterogers · 1 year
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also idk how they can compare what steve did to ‘moving out of the country’ lmao yeah no it’s a bit more than that. plus he went back in time to a time where bucky was being tortured and brainwashed by hydra, and he was fully aware of this fact and yet he was comfortable just.. doing nothing about it??? that’s NOT the steve we’ve learned to know and love, the one who moved heaven and hell to protect bucky. like this is not even about stucky, it’s about basic steve characterization and how it was all thrown out the window for… that
I think I'm so mean to endgame steve because I truly don't see him as steve rogers. because steve rogers, the one that we watched grow for ten years, would not have even considered for a moment what endgame!steve did
the writers threw all characterization out of the window. because what had been established about his character? what did we know about steve rogers? we knew that since the day he was old enough to walk, he was getting in fights. he was a chronically ill small boy who was bullied relentlessly. he came home bloody more days than not, and his single mother cradled his face and told him that he always stood up. that sarah rogers was his moral compass. we knew that bucky barnes stood up for him when they were six years old, and they'd been inseparable ever since. that steve couldn't just follow orders blindly. that he'd always protect the people that couldn't/wouldn't stand up for themselves. that if he was the only one against 100, he didn't care as long as he was on the side he thought was right. the core of steve rogers is that there will ALWAYS be another battle. it might not be with his fists, and it might not be a physical fight, but there's always going to be someone in need, and he was always going to be that little guy from brooklyn who was too stupid to walk away from a fight. he loved his friends because they were his family, and he would NEVER leave them behind. steve was a man out of time, but he'd made the 21st century his present.
endgame steve spent five years in a post-apocalyptic society in the basement mourning a woman who died of old age. who told him, blatantly, that she'd had her life and it was time for him to move on.
and the ending the writers concocted was so utterly untrue to the character (not to mention they said he wouldn't change history). he wouldn't live in an alternate timeline with alternate versions of people he knew when his friends were suffering his loss. he wouldn't sit back and relax while hydra infiltrated shield. while bucky was tortured. while the civil rights movement went on around him. he wouldn't have been there at all.
we all wanted steve rogers to have a happy ending. hasn't he paid enough? doesn't he deserve to be selfish? sure. but steve rogers isn't selfish. steve rogers has been bone tired since the day he was born, but his job on this earth wasn't done. not until he stopped breathing
passing the shield was the right decision. steve rogers' time as its owner was up. but that was the only right decision he made in that film.
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princesssierra · 16 days
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My boyfriend gets to cum on these~💖
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princessbree222 · 1 month
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I wanna get it pierced for real 😩
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honeysuckle-venom · 3 months
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Not entirely sure if this is actually true or just a temporary thing but I feel like over the last three days I’ve crossed a sort of bridge with exercise. I’ve been motivated to do it this whole time but the motivation is a little…brighter? Less based in fear? And for weeks I haven’t noticed any real shift/improvement but the past few days I’ve felt able to go a little harder and longer and actually not feel completely miserable about it. It would be great if this lasts.
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ark1os · 5 months
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heartshattering · 4 months
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Very much hoping I don't mess up tonight :')
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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year
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Just saw that you were posting and wanted to say that I MISS YOU but I admire your insane amount of self-control lately so yeah.
😭😭 bestie that is so sweet but my self-control has been LACKING for an amount of time that is again getting concerning
<3 I MISS YOU TOO!!! I still lurk around sometimes even when I'm not here, but nothing beats shrieking feral odes to your writing at you via ask on 52 hours no sleep unhinged demonic possession energy
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marcsnuffy · 8 months
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Overwhelmed by the desire to tuck Lorenzo in to sleep & give him a litl kiss on the forehead
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princessbree222 · 1 month
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shroudandsands · 2 years
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Prompt #17: Novel
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He thumbed the heat-cracked leather. It flexed beneath his fingertip in an ease that spoke of the care it had been given before and since its almost ruin. Before and since it was scarred. He laid it down with reverence as he turned his eyes to the rest.
Leatherbound and roughmade paper housed memories. Real and imagined. Lucid and blackened. Separate and intertwined. All of them written by him. All of them kept by him. All of them meant to be a lasting record of every single moment that he had lived these past summers. A record that he was real. That he was here. An anchor for a man who had gone so far out to sea that he was certain the land was nothing but a forgotten dream. He would wake from forgotten memories with another journal filled, another malm walked, another night that he spent so lost he arrived at the place where he buried his memories whole. Where they screamed from underneath ashes and soil in the selfsame Hell that had nearly claimed the one that held his heart. He cradled it still. As if the flames could rise as ghosts and threaten to take it now.
He split the cracked leather apart to gently touch the pages within. Blackened at the edges. They crackled and shed despite how gentle he was. Despite how quietly he held his breath. Despite how he cradled it and held it away from the light. But even then he could not stop himself. Faces. Of once-friends. Some still. Some gone. Some wandered off into the pages of another story after their brief entry into his. Some wandered into a story even shorter. Some wandered into one that he wasn’t sure would end. No matter where they had gone... he still held that piece of them here. No matter where they went, they were here. In this part of his story. The part that had survived. The part that had gone so far out that it could never come back- But found the trail of memories he had left behind. The part that followed them back. He braved that winter’s touch and the dagger it plunged into him. How it carved out those parts of him that rotted, how it burned out the maggots with a fire so cold that he could only feel it as the aftermath.
His hand rested on the grave of his memories. Where he had buried all of these pieces of him in literal. Pieces of him that had rotted. The rot wasn’t gone. It still lived there. But the heart was cut. The cold had seized it. The rot was there. But it didn’t grip so tightly. It didn’t weigh him down. It could be shaken off. It could be carried.
The first was in his hand. Lifted. The memories in it kept safe. Kept well. The leather as if it were only bound yesterday. The pages as if they’d never been used. “Home,” was its first word. Etched against a page blacked out with too many thoughts. “Remember,” its second. Enshrined in a song that had never left his lips.  
He waved off the ghost that waited for him at the edge of the clearing. He knew where he was. He knew where he was going. He could remember. The journal was blank. It was always blank. He had never sung that song.
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faeriegutz · 2 years
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im gonna go make an appointment with a counselor because something is Not Right
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mantomhive · 1 year
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I cannot believe I haven’t cosplayed at all since 2019 omfg…… :,(
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