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mona | NYC/Baltimore

an average blog about fashion, fictional relationships, art, manga, and whatever else I enjoy.

cpieng:

On duty . i ‘d better practice more monochrome pic

cpieng:

On duty . i ‘d better practice more monochrome pic

seventypercentethanol:

kids and their daemons.

alicexz:

They call him the Winter Soldier. He reminds me more of fire, though.

alicexz:

They call him the Winter Soldier. He reminds me more of fire, though.

captainhooker:

im putting this on a shirt

captainhooker:

im putting this on a shirt

intertnet:

my boyfriend sent me this at 4 in the morning 

(Source: shiemi)

fu11metal:

エルリ集め~:)
Pixiv ID: 38394156

fu11metal:

エルリ集め~:)

Pixiv ID: 38394156

krhaku:

fabu-darlin:

i met haku today, they were so wonderful i was so shy 。・゚・゚ʕ゚;ᴥ;ʔ・゚・。

sh you were adorable and it was great meeting you ( ・ั﹏・ั)ノ never be afraid to talk to me or approach me if you see me ok i love meeting followers

…i was there… i was that awkward person who realized you two were taking a photo and shuffled out of the background

krhaku:

fabu-darlin:

i met haku today, they were so wonderful i was so shy 。・゚・゚ʕ゚;ᴥ;ʔ・゚・。

sh you were adorable and it was great meeting you ( ・ั﹏・ั)ノ never be afraid to talk to me or approach me if you see me ok i love meeting followers

…i was there… i was that awkward person who realized you two were taking a photo and shuffled out of the background

kylekallgren:

Fuck you and your shoulder waist ratio indeed.

(Source: forassgard)

stele3:

orionsnacks:

in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is

because little girls have heroes too

"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"

She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.

"I knew it," she whispers.

The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.

The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.

Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”

Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.

caffeinetooth:

muscle memory

bumbleshark:

that one fictional character you ship with six other characters

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