#i miss him so much.
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imposterogers · 1 year ago
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yah its been years but no matter what ending steve rogers "deserved" he would have NEVER stayed back in time and retired. because while he could retire from captain america, he could never retire from being steve rogers. he would have never left sam wilson (his right hand man) high and dry with the shield -- he would have been there to help with the transition, especially in the face of a corrupt government. he would have never bucky (a person he promised to be with until they died) who had self-worth issues and decades of trauma alone in the future. the real steve rogers could never sit back and relax while bad things happened all around him. he could never trade the picket line for a picket fence.
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hazelnutnebula · 1 year ago
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and you'll always be the silly guy of all time 🧡🌻🐶
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vampirevitals · 8 months ago
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he loves the horrors!!!
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claudiajcregg · 8 days ago
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I can't believe it's been ten years already… God.
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giddlygoat · 4 months ago
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my brother can make me laugh without moving at all. he can make me laugh on command, just by existing, and there is no physical tell or indication that it is about to happen. it’s like he can will me to laugh and i will. of course we’re not telepathic, but we do speak in unison sometimes. we improvise like no one’s business. we could fool anyone into believing we are psychically linked. when i try to explain it, i sound silly saying it out loud, but i really CAN tell what he’s thinking. we exchange so much information just with a look. he can make me cry laughing and he doesn’t even have to move
#i miss him so much i need him back i need him to live next to me again. i need to mooch off his wifi from my porch and invite him over#i miss him so much.#he’s only 2 minutes younger but he feels years younger. and yet i think we’re two halves of one soul#i’ve always babied him not even in a mean or diminishing way but i felt this need to protect him#because he tends to be so naive and so shy#but. i am so proud of him. i need to show him off to everyone and i need everyone to understand how funny and charming he is#it feels like i grew up and left him where he will remain 11 forever. i miss him more than moving back home can fix#i miss him in ways that have nothing to do with the distance between our locations#but. it would certainly help to be able to see him every day#i keep smelling the carpet in his room and it’s so vivid. i remember the countless hours we spent developing huge wood block cities#and we would drive hot wheels over the wooden raceways we had made. we were actually quite coordinated and autistic about it#we were always building things together#just recently me and him talked on the phone about an old mlp au we came up with. all original characters and shit#it was super extensive and very clever#i STILL think it would make a really cool book series or something#i remember watching him play army men RTS gamecube on the wii. i STILL listen to the soundtrack to that game like…. daily#i remember walking into my room once where he was watching a show. and he was crying#and he NEVER cries over tv#but he was crying because his favorite character had resigned from the organization that the series was based around#and he was so distraught that she was leaving.#i remember when all 3 of us slept in one room. i remember when me and him were in bunk beds across the room#and we would sneak out of bed right as the parents left and stayed up playing by the light of the nightlight#the way we raced back into bed when the parents were approaching 😭#my mom always says she’s sad that i seem to remember so little of my life. like every story of my youth is news to me lmao#but i feel like i remember the most important parts? i think so#i remember how mom woke me up in the night to ask me to roll over because my bro could see my face from where he was sleeping#and he was scared because there was a weird shadow cast on my face that made it look like a skull which was making it hard for him to sleep#it was. so funny. i begrudgingly rolled over#i don’t know. it’s just that there isn’t a single instance i bring up that my brother does not also remember.#no matter how tiny or specific. we shared everything growing up
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3v3rl4stingbr4in · 7 months ago
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Thara and Rime casual thoughts.
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lilliancdoodles · 4 months ago
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I’m going to bed rn, but if I don’t wake up to a dm from my friend saying that Fit is going live, I’m gonna lose it.
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nyukyusnz · 1 year ago
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i miss him.
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boneconsumer · 2 years ago
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The main questline for Oblivion was a tragic love story. It's literally the "right person, not enough time" plot and I will die on that hill.
Why do you think Martin sounds so enthusiastic to see you whenever you return? Why do you think he corrects his wording around you whenever you speak to him? The HOK and Martin were in love and they never had time to process it. That's why he calls you a "good friend" instead of a lover in the end.
Oblivion is and always will be a love story to me.
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hotseok · 2 years ago
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wormspoodle · 25 days ago
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compiled some things
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v0mitbagg · 2 months ago
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Me when i actuallly wanna get better now bc my bf might be nice to me when he gets devices back :D
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painted--constellations · 3 months ago
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i keep having these dreams that my little brother comes to see me and he isn’t mad at me and i just. hug him and cry.
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hinamie · 3 months ago
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matching eye horror for u and ur back-from-the-dead bestie <333
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le--fruitcake · 5 months ago
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I hate her. I hate her and her fucking cat.
I shouldn't blame anyone, I know I shouldn't. There was so much it could have been— he was already sick, S was smoking indoors even though she said she wouldn't, there was the tiny piece of mushroom we took off of the cucumber, maybe I didn't give him as much Critical Care as I should have even though he was eating again, perhaps I should have started giving him timothy hay with his alfalfa— he was almost a year old, after all. It could have been anything.
It's unfair to the cat, too— it's not his fault she mistreats him. I just can't help it, and I didn't like the cat anyway. I don't want to know what did it, but the cat didn't exactly help. Every time she worms her way back into my presence, it feels like there's an elephant in the room, and neither of us address it— I because I'm not going to talk to her about it, her because I'm sure she either doesn't care or doesn't know, and I don't know which is more infuriating. I had to share a car with her, a weekend I couldn't get away from her. I hate how friendly she acts with me.
A part of me longs for the day she says his name, the day I finally bar her from my life forevermore, the day she once again becomes nothing but a stranger to me. My biggest mistake was letting her walk in my door. My biggest relief will be the day she walks out of it again.
Maybe he would still be alive if I had shunned her, maybe he wouldn't. I don't know, and it's no use thinking about it. All I know is that I miss him dearly.
I'll get the tattoo, son. I promise you.
If you read this, V, know my blade is yet sheathed. I don't know why I don't just draw it already, perhaps because N is like a brother to me, and even though he's still attached to you, I do still like him.
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