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The..Odd Encounter (more crack ships)
Buratino's friends were happy, everything was good and life was great for the wooden boy, but...he felt unhappy, like something in his life was not there and..he wished it was there, all that changed when he met King Julian, the ring tailed lemur who ruled over all of the other lemur’s in Madagascar..that was till his fatal accident, the king was depressed and he was just as lonely as Buratino, so when the wooden bastard went over to Julian it was as if they were made for each other, yet..the way they met was interesting, you see the king was paralyzed so he accidentally ran Buratino over with his wheelchair, the king was horrified that he thought he ran over the wooden BOY......but he was actually 35 and had a mortgage and in Julian’s eyes Buratino was a God. They soon became friends and then actually soon started to fall for each other, and they then ruled Madagascar with an iron fist. THE END
WOAH WE’RE HALFWAY THERE
WOAH A DRY CLEANED BEAR
TAKE MY HAND,
WE’LL EAT CAKE I SWEAR
WOAH LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER
It’s a terrible day when your library card expires during quarantine, all your ebook holds are suddenly becoming available and you can’t read any of them
¿Por que me desperté a esta maldita hora?(Madrugada en mi país)ಥ‿ಥ
Why did I wake up at this damn hour? (Early morning in my country)ಥ‿ಥ
I remember seeing that video in a TikTok I saw-
still freaks me out-
Anemone runs from starfish
I'm in pain WHO HURT YOU
At least if he’s going to die for real this time, it’ll be by Bucky’s hand. It’s not the way that he would’ve said he wanted to go out, but he’d be lying if he said that he’s never wanted to die. Isn’t that what brought him down the first time? Even Bucky’s left palm will be warmer than the ice when it lands the last blow, though the delirious part of Steve brain that’s busy being warped by the physical pain rather than the grief that he’s finally let the floodgates open on floats an image to the surface of what Steve feels would be a more fitting way to die.
Bucky’s hand is already right there on his chest, resting over top of the star that’s marked the center of every single Captain America uniform Steve has ever worn. Is there blood on the star? Steve can’t see, but he knows from experience there doesn’t need to be. This’ll be his second time dying while wearing this uniform. That might be enough to make the damn thing unlucky. The museum might not even want it back— but who is Steve kidding? Of course they will. The world has always been desperate for the tangible evidence of his suffering. They’re lying when they say no one cares for unhappy endings. All Steve’s tragedies were included in those exhibits. Those were the parts people stopped to ogle at the most.
He’d give it a month before the museum takes back the uniform. Maybe they’ll even put a new plaque underneath it to explain the damage caused by Bucky’s bullets and what else Steve is envisioning him doing at the moment.
It plays through his mind like a fever dream, leaving Steve to hazily wonder what it would really take for Bucky to reach inside and rip his heart right out.
The metal hand is strong, strong enough to crush through blood and bone. It could do it. Steve almost wants it to, but he’s already made his choice to die. Choosing how he dies wasn’t part of that, so even if Bucky chooses to wrap his hand around Steve’s throat or pull out another knife, Steve isn’t going to fight back. He’s done fighting. It’s just that he has no use for his heart left, now that this battle is reaching its end. He hasn’t had a use for it since 1945, but the rest of his body seemed like it was worth something to the rest of the world.
He’s just saved the world, though, so if there was ever a time to be selfish— it’s now. Then again, is it selfish? To want Bucky to take his heart? To want to give it to him?
It’s symbolic. There’s enough blood seeping out from the wounds in Steve’s stomach for him to know that Bucky likely won’t even need to lift another finger. Is that why his hand is still sitting there? Can he feel Steve’s heartbeat fading away?
There’s nothing left to do, or say. Steve is content for his last words to have been ones that Bucky said first. Bucky might not take his heart, but he doesn’t need to, symbolically or not. Steve’s heart has always belonged to him anyway.
does anyone else get that extremely giddy feeling whenever they see media with their f/o(s) ? Like it can be anything and I’ll be giggling and smiling and laughing and blushing and it’s like — GET IT TOGETHER ME !!! LOCK IN !!!!
i just found out christine and the queens changed her pronouns to he 💔 lesbians really can’t have anything can we???
save the butches please
I was just finishing a story and my computer just shut down completely hahahaha fuck!
Look man
I'd be studying rn if it wasn't for the fact I LEFT MY DAMN HISTORY BOOK AT SCHOOL AGAIN FOR THE 2ND DAY IN A ROW
like I HAD IT WROTE DOWN
RIGHT THERE
IN PLAIN SIGHT
and then my dumbass FORGETS THE DAMN THING
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK MAN
im so retarded istg
imma fucking c r y
Boss says studying is important
born too late to ever be on the set of gotham . fuck my life
HE SOLD HIS FUCKING CHANNEL?!!??!?!
Me on my period: bloated, hormonal, cramps, tired, heavy flow. 2 week's of suffering
My sister: one day of bloating.
AO3 is backkkkkkk let's fucking goooooooooooo
I have been waiting to connect to my zoom call for 27 MINUTES!!!!
These images are from an yearly photographic collection officially called the "Calendario Romano" (or "Roman Calendar" in English). But on the streets of Rome, the annual line-up of strapping young men of the cloth is better known as the "Hot Priest Calendar". They are all genuine priests, usually snapped in Rome during Holy Week festivities. Piero Pazzi is the photographer who snaps pictures of these gorgeous men of God for the calendar. He notes: "I meet most of them on the streets in Rome and ask to take their photos. The priests do not supply their name but most are happy to be photographed after I tell them the reason for the calendar, which is to promote the Eternal City and inform visitors about the Vatican." +++ FORGIVE ME, OH HANDSOME FATHERS... FOR I WILL MOST DEFINITELY FUCKING SIN!!!
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