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No offense but Sam and Bucky aren’t bros they’re in love too

ok. enough suffering now. i am seeking out delight

Tumblr is the reason why I have something I call the cashier test which is, if i told this to a random cashier at the grocery store, would they think you're crazy at best or at worst would they be warranted in leaping over the counter and beating the shit out of you. Karl Marx mpreg is crazy, but not beating the shit out of you crazy. The cashier will probably talk about you to their coworkers and it might even make their day. Telling someone they're complicit in their own oppression by working a minimum wage job at a grocery store makes them warranted in leaping over the counter to beat the shit out of you.

If you're wondering, yes, I've already gotten anon hate over this from people with bad reading comprehension. No, I am not actually telling a cashier at the grocery store about Karl Marx mpreg. The cashier is virtual. Imaginary. Hypothetical. They do not exist.

sam wilson is incredibly well adjusted which is why its so easy to ignore that he's crazy. sam wilson goes on a morning run and eats a balanced breakfast and goes to therapy. he also only talked to steve like twice before agreeing to kidnapping a government agent with the help of stolen flight technology.

If they paid me a nickel for everytime I went to look at a photo of her in my camera roll I’d have a million dollars already

I feel like that clip of Mia Goth when she sees a frog

aw, you want me to hit you, angel? okay, are you gonna say please? are you gonna kneel for me & nuzzle my knuckles like a good pet? go on... kiss the hand you want me to hurt you with.