#ohstevie

oooh nice, i’m reading tsoa right now, although i did put it on hold since i’m also rereading the raven cycle. my day has been okay, ive been stressing out over school a lot today

hogwarts house: ravenclawpatronus: tabby catfamily name: boneswand core: dragon heartstringfavorite class: divinationgeneration: next gentitle: prefectquidditch position: seekerfuture aspiration: reporterblograte: 9.5/10am i following?: now

Thank you, I am most definitly stucky trash and I love angst!!

This got me thinking about how stucky is like an actual tragedy. look at all the stuff they have to deal, with like seriously

Steve’s poor health (and general recklessness) 

Any romantic feelings being literally illegal when they were growing up

Being separated by war

Body alterations and Steve changing his entire life

Steve knowing Bucky is a POW maybe dead and rescuing him solo, against orders

Bucky being tortured and experimented on 

More war and death and killing

Steve believing Bucky to be dead

Steve basically giving up on life and going on a suicide mission

Steve waking up completely alone in the 21st century

Meanwhile Bucky has been used, abused and memory wiped by the organisation Steve ‘died’ to stop

Then they have to fight each other and Bucky remembers twice but not after beating Steve to a bloody pulp

and if that isn’t enough Bucky leaves and Steve proceeds to scour the globe looking for him

WHAT THE FUCK BOYS?? WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK!!???

Like their love is the stuff of angsty legends!

Clare is very strongly connected to the brand for me, so generally i’d say a light purple, but i think there’s more blue to it than meets at first glance, so I’ll say this!

hi clare :)

house: ravenclaw // blood status: muggle-born // wand-core: dragon heartstring // favourite class:
 divination // quidditch position: seeker // pet: frog

name aesthetic: braided hair, boarding schools, string instruments and willow trees. clare is blue skies painted with soft, fluffy clouds, and the promise of spring after winter. it’s twirling around, and an ice cold river, and the fish that nibble on your fingers and toes