#that’s it #that’s the entire character #’you can’t pick fights with people three times your size t hey’re gonna pummel you’ #’WE’LL SEE’ #’you can’t join the army steve #you’ll die #’you can’t go beyond enemy lines to rescue your friend steve it’s suicide #’you can’t save your brainwashed boyfriend he’s going to kill you’ #on va voir: an autobiography by steve grant rogers #’i didn’t sign up for this: a foreword by natasha romanoff’ (x)
last week watching the series premiere was a party (with way too much alcohol, tbh, but that’s besides the point).
now i am alone and watching the walking dead and that is sad.
tomorrow’s sleepy hollow, gotham, and the blacklist party will be even sadder alone.
Turn ons: when Chris Evans’ jaw does the thing
Ex-Soviet Super Assassins in Love…
Steve buy a polaroid for bucky.
[falls in the shower] parkour
Jesus Christ // Brand New
"Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again, so what did you do those three days you were dead? ‘Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend. Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die, I’m a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and fall apart? ‘Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark, and the ship went down in sight of land, and at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?"
What if I said I was built on bricks of carelessness and crumbs
What if I said I’d be gone before I could come
Would you let me out?
by which i mean playing bioshock, drinking coffee out of my “aw, coffee, no” mug, working on my lecture on aphasia for next week’s class on language, and mentally writing the next twelve cover letters.