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@russianmade
last time, i swear
i decided to move barnes over to my technically new multi located here. some drafts may be moved over, but also not likely. feel free to follow me over, otherwise, <3

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last time, i swear
i decided to move barnes over to my technically new multi located here. some drafts may be moved over, but also not likely. feel free to follow me over, otherwise, <3
   âI enjoy being cuffed as much as the next guy,â he began, words slow but with mild agitation clearly behind each one, his hands turning in the restraints to test them. Obviously given via SHIELD. âBut you better have a good reason for this, Belova.â
   Or Iâll slit your throat went unsaid.
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&. ARGUING STARTERS.
âi canât believe you.â
âare you serious?â
âweâre not finished. iâm not just going to let this go.â
âso you donât trust me?â
âfuck you.â
âyou know me! and the fact that you still think iâd do that hurts the most.â
âi miss the old you. i donât want the person youâve become.â
âyou never understand.â
âyou said the same thing last time.â
âiâm so tired of constantly doing this with you.â
âyou donât even try to see it from my perspective.â
âiâm not apologizing.â
âhell if i care.â
âthis is fucking bullshit.â
âwhy are you always the one whoâs breaking my heart?â
âi canât do this anymore.â
âyou donât mean that.â
âi hate you.â
âyou never keep your promises.â
âout of all the things youâve told me, what was true?â
âi canât even look at you.â
âdo you even love me anymore?â
âiâm fucking done.â
âi shouldnât have ever trusted you.â
âyouâre being unfair.â
âiâm not going to keep being your little secret. i deserve better.â
âiâm leaving.â
âjust⊠just go.â
âi thought youâd be the one to make me happy.â
âyou donât even pretend to care about me.â
âi donât even remember the last time you told me you loved me.â
âdonât go.â
âi never asked for this.â

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THE EXCESSIVELY DETAILED HEADCANON TUMBLR MEME
Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:
What does their bedroom look like?
Do they have any daily rituals?
Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
Eating habits and sample daily menu
Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
Makeup?
Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
Intellectual pursuits?
Favorite book genre?
Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
Biggest and smallest short term goal?
Biggest and smallest long term goal?
Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
Favorite beverage?
What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things donât workout?
What is their biggest regret?
Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
Most prized possession?
Thoughts on material possessions in general?
Concept of home and family?
Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to âTMIâ?)
What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
What makes them feel guilty?
Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?
What recharges them when theyâre feeling drained?
Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
How misanthropic are they?
Hobbies?
How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
Religion?
Superstitions or views on the occult?
Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
How do they express love?
If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
im permanently emotionally damaged but itâs chill, Iâm chill
Chris Evans as Steve Rogers in Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) dir. Russo Brothers

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@russianmade continued from here.
There were so many things she wanted to say. So Many things she could say, and yet none of it felt right. Â None of it felt good enough. Â No matter what she said it would never really cover how she felt. Hell she really didnât understand it all to begin with.
âI love you. Â Itâs as simple n as complicated as that. Nothinâ is gonna make me walk away so ya can do Whatever it is ya feel ya need ta do but Iâm gonna be right here with you.â
Before sheâd even finished speaking there as a scoff passing his lips, eyes rolling as he looked away from the redhead. Love. James didnât even know what love felt like, nor did he understand why such a fickle emotion kept Ray around. The more he ruminated on the word, the angrier he became.
âWhat a bullshit reason.â
Fingers curling into a tight fist, the soldier grit teeth as he attempted to reign in his temper, though the moment James realised he was doing so he stopped the attempt and got to his feet. He needed to move. He needed to do...something; to make someone bleed. âIâm going out,â James said, moving closer to the petite woman, flesh hand gripping her face, though not as tightly as he wanted; she needed to answer his coming question, after all. âRemember what to do if someone comes to the door?â
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The old grump says something that Clint canât quite catch ( âmister? [s]ister?â ), but he doesnât bother asking him to repeat. Hell, listening to him bring up the war is enough to tempt Clint into switching off his aids for the entire duration of their journey.Â
Instead, he simply rolls his eyes so hard that it actually hurts. âBack in my day,â he mutters under his breath as he limps along, barely staggering fast enough to keep up. Right now, with his ankle hurting like a bitch and Barnes snarking away, itâs really difficult to not be difficult. âDonât worry - no dumbing down needed here. Conspicuous means secretive, right?â he asks, tone deceptively innocent. âBut why would a car be secretive?âÂ
Immediately Barnes comes to a halt, his shoulders tensed so tight it likely would have hurt were he not so used to ignoring pain to the point of nonexistence.
How could Natalia stand this guy? Would she miss him if he just... left Clintâs body here to rot? The archer was already injured, it would be much too easy to make it look like an accident. But the moment the thoughts were had they were shoved to the wayside -- what did it matter what that redheaded harpy thought.
âShut. Up.â
Christ, it was as if Barton knew he wasnât the man Steve harped on about knowing way back when; as if he were purposefully trying to irritate him to the point of blowing a cover he was barely hanging on to as it was. âDo you know how to be quiet for two minutes?â
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âI am walking.â
Walking in spirit, that is. The limp is getting worse, with his ankle swollen and throbbing whenever his foot so much as brushes along the ground. Does it hurt? Like a bitch. Will it stop him? Hah! Clint will bitch and moan and complain about how whatever god of ankles had cursed him from above, but heâd be damned if he lets it stop him from going on his merry way.
With a certain someone acting all fussy and impatient, heâs definitely not going to quit. âWhat happened to âpatience is a virtueâ?â he asks as he doggedly hobbles after Barnes. âAnd what happened to cars? How come we never get any cars to drive?â
âIâve seen amputees walk faster than this.â
His irritation with the other has reached a point where he honestly began contemplating pulling his knife and slitting the gimpy bastardâs throat.
Eye twitching at the rapid questions, Barnes runs his tongue over his teeth, flesh hand twitching toward the large knife strapped to his thigh. Clintâs death would be such a sweet release -- and not only for himself. âThat virtue must have been lost with the memory of what my little sister looked like,â he canât but mutter, eyes promptly rolling in an uncharacteristic outward display of his displeasure. âYou never would have made it in The War. -- We donât have a car because theyâre conspicuous. You know what that word means, right, or do I need to dumb it down?â
Do not test my power, do not tempt my fury

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She couldnât believe what he was saying. But the threat was the last straw for her. Â She quickly jumped up then moved in front of the nursery door. Â âGo look at the receipts, James! Â I was shoppinâ. Â I would never do anythinâ like that n the fact ya believe that I could ever be with anyone else is damn insultinâ. I love you. Â Every part even this part. Â Why would I waste my time with anyone else!? Â They could never drive me crazy the way you do.â
She snarled a little.  âIf you try ta hurt her ya will hafta kill me first. N then know that lilâ girl is all that is left of me.â  She could take his abuse.  He could hurt her and that was fine.  But she would never let him hurt their child.  âCâmon you donât wanna do that ta herâŠ.  That baby is ours. N I canât believe ya would hurt her. because she is the only other person in his world that loves ya unconditionally like me.â
Ray stepped forward and placed her hands on his arms.  âI love you.â  She said over and over. she knew he wouldnât say it back but she didnât care.  He never needed to say it.  She knew it.
âDonât you ever, EVERÂ presume to know what I do or do not want,â he hissed, hands reaching up to grip her wrists and squeezing until bone and cartilage ground together. The previous bright fire of agitation in his eyes fading into a dark storm of hatred;Â there was nothing that infuriated him more than being told what to do in any capacity, heâd had decades of such bullshit.
After a moment he released her wrists only to shove her away from the door, hand on the knob as he pushed it open, knowing well how best to teach her a lesson. Elizabeth was standing in her crib, reddened eyes watching him curiously as he entered the room and quickly picked her up, his touch far rougher than it had ever been.