They’re Connected…

Not sure how I feel about this but it is absolutely correct

a conclusion that i am proud of.

We are not enemies.

Maybe some figure skating too.

Like there are kids from three different countries they celebrate every holiday. Mexican students teaching other about day of the dead and American students teaching others about thanksgiving and all their amazing holidays and Canadian muggle kids are like but have you guys heard about hockey? And they all start playing hockey in the halls and get really into it. Its sent a few students to the doctors but it's totally worth it

True Bi/Ace solidarity is both being able to make the joke “I like my men the way I like my women.” despite having vastly different punch lines.

thunderbolts omegaverse thoughts

john - omega (in a bottom way)

yelena - omega (in a caretaker way)

ava - beta

alexei - omega (literally gave birth to yelena)

bucky - omega (idk i just want him to be)

bob - alpha (in a fucked up way)

i will take out my rage at the world by writing omegaverse fanfiction

I so desperately need to believe that when Steve went back to Peggy in Endgame he only went for the dance and then he left to go rescue Bucky from Hydra because I just know he wouldn’t be able to live in a world where Bucky was suffering.

Throwback to this absolutely heartbreaking banger

“Where is his cane? He can’t walk without his cane—“ Jayce babbles frantically as he rummages through the rubble. His fingers bleed, and his breath is uneven—he’s close to sobbing, and tears are, frankly, obscuring his vision, but he pays it no mind. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters—nothing but him, in that damned chamber.

Mel watches him, and her chest constricts. She places a gentle hand on Jayce’s shoulder, but it does little to nothing to snap him out of his single-minded pursuit.

“Jayce—“

“He— Oh god, when he wakes up, he will be so mad,” Jayce attempts a laugh, rubbing his eyes. They sting—from both the dust and tears. Mel keeps silent, not daring to interrupt. She can’t. Not when Jayce has that desperate, panicked look inched into his features.

“Yes!” Jayce exclaims finally, noticing the glare of the shiny tip of the cane. He has designed it, after all—he would recognize it anywhere. “I- God, I put it somewhere once—in the lab, and he—“ Jayce goes through the memories, not caring of the tears and sheer desperation that radiates off him. He grasps the cane, pulling it out of the rubble—it’s a little chipped, but nothing he can’t fix for Viktor.

Just like him - the thought flashes through his mind, and Jayce shudders.

one must imagine sisyphus grinding his penis on the rock, moaning wantonly

they’re so cuntyyyyyy