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Apr

odlaws:

au where will moves to the pairie with his dogs and wheres sad long old lady dresses every day

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yensidlove:

"What’ve you got a flower crown on for?"

"Don’t worry ‘bout that…"

Xephos : thearkofaeons

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Apr
#art
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Apr

So what have you been up to since New York?

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Assholes Who've Ruined My Life - [1/31]

↳ Jeremy "Resting Face" Renner.
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Apr

lauth:

Cold, angry eyes stared down at the lifeless body that had been hauled onto the river’s bank just seconds before. Every fiber of his being was telling him to leave. He’d already failed his mission by rescuing the dying man, he didn’t need to fuck it up further. Still, he felt firmly rooted in place. He knelt down beside the Captain, sand and blood clinging to both of their sopping wet outfits, keeping his gaze fixed on the larger man’s face.

From somewhere buried deep inside him he felt a vague sense of alarm.

Captain America - Steve Rogers - was not breathing.

He reached around his neck to check for a pulse with the only hand that could feel it. Weak; he’d probably lost a fair amount of blood after being shot several times by the hand now making sure he was still alive. What an idiot. The both of them were. He should have killed him while he had the chance - instead he dove into the water after him, forcing his own battered body to swim him to the shore. He still didn’t know why. He felt nothing for this man. He was an assassin - a soldier - not someone who saved people. And yet, for some godforsaken reason, he couldn’t bring himself to let this man die.

The Winter Soldier lifted the Captain’s head, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to his.

By the time Steve had finished coughing up water and managed to open his own eyes, he was alone, left only with the sound of the river and a too-familiar taste on his lips.

(i’m dumb bye)

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Apr

justinripley:

"I would have loved a character like Rae on TV when I was growing up. Someone who doesn’t fit in a box, yet has friends who like her for her. Yes, she’s funny, but she’s also very smart and quick. And she struggles, but she shows us that it’s OK to struggle. I don’t think in 25 years I have seen someone on telly go, ‘You know what? It’s OK not to be OK all the time’. It shows you don’t have to live your life a certain way or look a certain way to have a great life."

Sharon Rooney by David Vintiner for The Independent Magazine

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Apr

stele3:

orionsnacks:

in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is

because little girls have heroes too

"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"

She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.

"I knew it," she whispers.

The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.

The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.

Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”

Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.

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Apr

merthurian-legend:

decibelsandpaperbacks:

This week on Tumblr:

It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.

Hail hydra

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Apr

callipygianology:

 I’ve  never seen these all together, so I thought I’d put them in a photoset. Made by the fantastic Kendra Wells on the Toast.

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the-cones-of-dunshire:

The perspective of every girlfriend Bucky Barnes has ever had tbh

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imsirius:

make me choose: Natasha Romanoff or Maria Hill (for Monz)

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torrilla:

Tom Hiddleston film scenes for the new horror movie ‘Crimson Peak’ in Toronto on April 17, 2014 [HQ]

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sirensongfashion:

Keno Weidner by Nacho Ricci for Bowen Fall/Winter 2014

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Who wants to send a message to Germany?

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