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really exhausted. I’m so tired.

Can we just talk about the moment when the Howling Commandos realize that the only reason any of them made it out is because Steve loves Bucky That. Fucking. Much.? That if Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes were just a tiny bit less adorable, they’d all be dead?

I’m certain that the 107th being captured wasn’t the first tragedy Steve heard about in the war, probably not even the first group he’d heard about being captured. If the 107th hadn’t had Bucky in it, I think he would have definitely wanted to help, even asked Phillips about it, because Steve is a good man, of course. But Phillips would have told him just the same, he wasn’t enough, he was a chorus girl, a dancing monkey. And Steve would have believed him. After all, what was he supposed to do, take on an entire Hydra factory by himself? He was just one man, even if he was strong. He’d get himself killed for nothing and never see Bucky again. Because at this point Steve wouldn’t have had the opportunity to test himself at all. He didn’t know what he was capable of. If the 107th was any other unit, Steve would have allowed Phillips to cow him, because it would be easy for him to believe. Steve was obviously not brimming with self confidence at this point, of course, a lifetime of being told he was not enough doesn’t go away just because he got all jacked in the hotness microwave. It was crazy, to think he could do anything. But the thing is, of course, that Steve is crazy for Bucky. Absolutely fucking bonkers. Did he think he was really going to go in there and save Bucky and not just die horribly? Of course not, he was probably 99% sure that he was gonna get his insides turned into outsides. But that 1% was more than enough. It didn’t matter how crazy, it was Bucky, there was no other choice. Because Steve is absolutely out of his mind for Bucky. He’d fight all of Germany for Bucky, win the war on his own, punch God himself right in the face for Bucky. It didn’t even matter that he was a superman now, if skinny Steve was somehow over in Germany and he heard about Bucky he’d have done the exact same thing, guaranteed, because he’s insane. 

The day the Howlies realize this is probably very sobering. They were saved because mere chance put in their unit the one guy who had someone out there who loved him enough to storm a Hydra factory by himself, and the ability and sheer willpower to actually succeed. 

“he got all jacked in the hotness microwave“

I love it. I will never not think of it this way again. (Also, A+ addition to my very old post.)

Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.

A tear streams down my left cheek.

Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.

It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.

‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. 

Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.

Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo

stop playing with your hair!!

not to love scott lang on main but he and the rat that let him out of the quantum realm literally saved the entire universe. scott lang rolled out of a van into a storage unit, found out his gf, his mentor, his best friend, his ex wife and her husband, and half of the planet were dead and instead of moping around he hauled ass across the country with a can do attitude, and pulled the avengers’ heads out of their asses. scott may not be an expert on quantum physics but he was smart enough to wrap his head around the concept and argue for it. he’s probably the best strategic thinker on the team and if everyone had listened to him in the first place (that this was a time HEIST and everyone needs to be aware of all the details and execute it perfectly), it might not have gotten so messy later on. he was also the first one to test the time travel suits and would have let himself be the sacrificial lamb if need be so jot that down 

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being an adult is just. you wake up and tell other people your back hurts

My sexuality is that photo of Seb in full CATWS bondage leathers examining the Iron Man helmet like Horatio's skull. The one where his hair is sweaty and clinging to his architectural jawline in profile. That one.

@frisbs​ is out here doing the damn thing, calling my hand. U KNOW

Hair? Full drama

Practical prosthetic metal arm? Full display

Outfit? Wide as hell through the chest and shoulders, strappy wasp waist below. This. Uniform. Is. Horny.

This photo has everything.