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❛ Are you serious? ❜   //   @wonwars​  for  nat  !!

__________✧      ANNOYANCE      FLASHES      ACROSS      DARK      EYES      AS      SHE      BRINGS      HER      ARMS      ACROSS      HER      CHEST.      the  tower  is  quiet  at  this  hour,        only  minimal  light  coming  from  the  slightly  ajar  hall  door.      some  nights,      she  finds  it  hard  to  sleep,      often  wondering  or  attempting  to  fill  the  long  periods  of  time  with  activity      (      it    often    helps    to    take    her    mind    of    the    shadows    that    refuse    to    let    her    gain    peace    when    the    rest    of    the    world    has    gone    to    bed      )      ❛    yes.      vanilla  ice  cream    is    better  than  chocolate.      beggars  can’t  be  choosers  rogers,      are    you    gonna    grab    a    spoon    or    not    ??    ❜

@wonwars​​​​​​​​​​  /  ✦✧ : “ hey, are you okay? ” ( post canon )

    HE’S QUIET FOR A LONG TIME, gaze strangely distant as he idly traces the creases of the letter with his nail, breath hitched on unspoken words. His heart has dropped into his stomach, the world falling out from beneath his feet, and he thinks he should have seen it coming, shouldn’t feel as NUMB as he does right now. It would happen eventually, he knew, and yet Dmitry has never felt so lost before. The letter pinched between his fingers is from Lily, not an abnormality now that there’s an ocean ( and a fucking war ) separating them, but the news enclosed is nothing like her usual ramblings.

                                                     VLAD POPOV IS DEAD.

    And Dmitry feels like he’s been punched in the gut, the air stolen from his lungs as his mind fights to process the swell of grief he can feel strangling emotions in his throat. It’s his neighbour’s voice that reminds him where he is, feet planted firmly in the carpeted hallway of their apartment complex in front of the opened mailbox, and he shakes his head to clear it, pivoting suddenly to glance up at the other man.

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MY LOVE

poetry prompts  @wonwars​ sent: ‘ i cannot tell you why i still trust god ’

❛ because you hope, steve. you have faith. ❜  but its not accusatory in the least. perhaps she’s jealous of his ability to believe, not just in a higher power but in his unshakable faith. how could he stop believing in god when he has never given up on the people around them? those she’s written off, he keeps close to the vest though she could never fault him for it. 

    @wonwars​:     🍓          /          strawberry compliments ♡

mutuals send me a “🌹” and i’ll give you a compliment! @whitesteverogers aka wonwars

firstly, your dedication to april fools stunned me when i first saw your blog lol