my inner dialogue every time bucky barnes makes an appearance:
don’t cry. don’t cry. don’t cry. don’t cry.
I’m waiting impatiently for that date too
whatcha up to on the 20th?
as i lie here in bed, buried under a mountain of blankets while watching a bootlegged version of CA:TWS, i just have to say, i love this movie. but the emotional trauma it causes is almost terrifying.
No, it’s not. But. I NEED YOU TO FIND ME A BUCKY NECKLACE LIKE THE CAP NECKLACE I HAVE.
ON IT MOTHER-MINE.
some nights you just need to blast goo goo dolls and have dramatic lip syncing sessions while jumping on your bed. bonus points if you jostle your fat cat enough to wake him up and force him to move to a more stable corner of your bed.
marvel isn’t an interest, it’s a lifestyle
It’s an addiction and a goddamn expensive one.
threesome fic for some greedy and horny weirdos on the archive.
i’ll post it here just for the hell of it.
(it’s kind of explicit-don’t let the minors see)