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Have you ever been alone on this train? When was the last time you were alone? You can’t remember, can you? So please do take your time.

April 21, 2014  ·  13083 · via / ©
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exfatalist:

headcanon: riley’s callsign was redwing


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someonesthewolf:

He’s a ghost.

Winter Soldier reminded me that I fucking love comics.

In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you—on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck—even then. And afterwards—perhaps most of all afterwards—I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B…without looking, or, without lifting the pencil…or in some other way…we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn. If they do this kind of thing to me every morning, they will get me trained and I shall become quite wooden.
Invitation to a Beheading by Vladimir Nabokov

the reason i never do writing/ficlet memes is because a.) i am super flaky and never finish things, b.) end up daydreaming whole massive fanfic scenarios instead of writing five sentences and calling it a day.

which is to say, i’ll try to get back to the prompts later tonight and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and probably until cows come home, or until you guys forget you left me prompts in the first place

but let it be known i’ve also just finished jotting down notes for a story i pitched as ‘basically the cap 3 up all night to get bucky road trip but then suddely apocalypse.’


haipollai:

bang bang

stevebuckysam; assassin au (warnings for guns, blood and murder)

Steve sits in the back of the car, watching familiar streets slide by. He’s exhausted, almost three days, not letting himself get a good rest. Not able to get a good rest. Not after hearing what Zola wanted from him.

He wants to be selfish, he wants to say no, but he can’t do that. He won’t.


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