❛ you ready to follow CAPTAIN AMERICA into the jaws of death? ❜ ❛ HELL NO. that little guy from brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight, i’m following him. ❜ STEVE ROGERS & BUCKY BARNES. TEMPLATE.
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@anarchiisms
❛ you ready to follow CAPTAIN AMERICA into the jaws of death? ❜ ❛ HELL NO. that little guy from brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight, i’m following him. ❜ STEVE ROGERS & BUCKY BARNES. TEMPLATE.

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anarchiisms:
at last the cold crept up my spine; at last it filled me from foot to head; at last i grew so chill and desolate that all thought and pain and awareness came to a standstill. i wasn’t miserable anymore: i wasn’t anything at all. i was a nothing– a random configuration of molecules. if my heart still beat i didn’t know it. i was aware of one thing only; next to the gaping fact called death, all i knew was nothing, all i did meant nothing, all i felt conveyed nothing. this was no passing thought. it was a gnawing, palpable emptiness more real than the cold.
The Falcon And The Winter Soldier (2021-)
shieldwielder:
for everyone else, the time it took for steve to replace the stones in their respective timelines was a matter of seconds. for steve, it had taken three months. and more heartbreak than he knew what to do with. there had been a moment, looking at peggy, that he had thought about staying, about living out his life with her. and then he remembered the interview she’d given. she had a husband, children. she’d been happy. and so in the end, he’d gone back, put on a brave face, and told everyone it was done.
it was done.
facing the fact that he truly did need to move on, steve rogers found himself without a way forward. he was still captain america, still an avenger, but he’d reached the end of the line he had been walking all his life. out in the woods, alone, the soldier mourned their losses, his grief masking the sound of anyone approaching.
OPEN: post endgame, canon divergent
if it was something bucky knew like the back of his hand--it was a lack of identity where it mattered most. the world in the grand scale had returned to normal, but in the details some were still nursing the scars thanos left behind. a reminder that scars never truly healed was a piece of him in the form of a darkened vibranium arm, once supplied and maintained by hydra. he was a different man now, often not feeling like a man at all.
but, some things were engrained in his DNA, such as keeping a watchful eye on steve even if it were at a distance. he made sure he blended in with the surrounding fauna, easing deeper in as steve did. when the other stopped, so did he. when the leaves became the audience to grief, he could feel a gentle autumn wind pass through if it were nature’s way of letting them known it was present. bucky gave it a few minutes of catharsis before he approached, casual in his tone when worry was in his gaze. “you know, some people stay in bed all day to do this.”
i look pretty good for a dead bitch--
anyways...hi. i’ve been sitting here typing this for like ten minutes and backspace every time i think i feel like i’m done. i’ve erased apologies and typed them out, but the truth is i’m not that sorry for leaving tumblr for a while. i’m sorry for ditching my friends in the process, and if they’ll let me, i’d like to resolve it the best i can.
with that said, i don’t know if i’ll be back full time. my socials are always available on request to close mutuals and whatnot, and i’ll probably be hiding on my multi muse if anything.
bucky will forever be a piece of me, and this space is something i will always want to take care of me as much as i take care of it.
tldr -- i missed this guy.

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Game of Thrones: Convince me
at last the cold crept up my spine; at last it filled me from foot to head; at last i grew so chill and desolate that all thought and pain and awareness came to a standstill. i wasn’t miserable anymore: i wasn’t anything at all. i was a nothing– a random configuration of molecules. if my heart still beat i didn’t know it. i was aware of one thing only; next to the gaping fact called death, all i knew was nothing, all i did meant nothing, all i felt conveyed nothing. this was no passing thought. it was a gnawing, palpable emptiness more real than the cold.
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*screams in seven languages*
a hug for you!

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rassembleur:
OUT. || @anarchiisms is posting which means it’s my time to SHINE and talk about jude. jude is my raison d'être in rp?? jude is one of the kindest funniest people i know???? jude is one of the most talented people in my life? jude is hilarious? jude is clever in ways i cannot imagine? jude is infinitely more talented than me in pretty much every way? jude is a really cool cosplayer??? JUDE JUST GOT A REALLY CUTE NEW HAIRCUT???? I love my sister so fcking much you cannot even understand.
out. this is why you are such a golden ray of sun in my life! i love ellie so much, y’all don’t even KNOW. this made me so happy because i didn’t think anyone would notice me coming online so late on a sunday, but they did!! i love my girl!!!! <3 <3 <3 & THANK YOU FOR MY HAIR COMPLIMENT! i dove off the deep end and just went for it.
FAMILIAL. RESEMBLANCE.
rassembleur replied to your post: Pokes jimmy in the cheek
“How to Brooklyn”
listen i’ve been writing as someone from the south for the past year i’m rusTY
i’m goin’ to see my second favorite band of all time in july and i’m so excited.
Pokes jimmy in the cheek
“hey--” his reaction very clearly shows that he wasn’t paying much attention to the puzzle in front of them, physically checked in but mentally somewhere else. it didn’t take him too long to snap back into reality however, pushing a few strands of brunette hair behind his ear.
pushing a piece into place on the board, he looked at the box lid neatly placed on the floor. only halfway done, he grew a puzzled look on his face. “i dunno beck, doesn’t look like an underwater adventure....i just see blue,” he points with a dip of his head towards a corner of the puzzle. “an’ that bit of green.”

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hug from Becky
her hugs were never announced. usually so full of life, and with enough force to knock the wind out of him. they were his favorite. however this one was calmer, gentler, but still with a force behind it of a different nature. the moment was needed, for him as well, and so he gladly wrapped arms around the smaller frame’s shoulders. as he pulled back, he looked at his baby sister, his ride or die, and smiled.
“i’ll only be gone a few days, duty calls.”
at last the cold crept up my spine; at last it filled me from foot to head; at last i grew so chill and desolate that all thought and pain and awareness came to a standstill. i wasn’t miserable anymore: i wasn’t anything at all. i was a nothing– a random configuration of molecules. if my heart still beat i didn’t know it. i was aware of one thing only; next to the gaping fact called death, all i knew was nothing, all i did meant nothing, all i felt conveyed nothing. this was no passing thought. it was a gnawing, palpable emptiness more real than the cold.