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ANTONIO CIPRIANO AS JOHN LOGAN OFF CAMPUS, 1.01.

jane austen was right!!!!! i AM half agony half hope!!!!! if i loved you less i COULD talk about it more!!!!!!!! i WAS in the middle before i knew i had begun!!!!!!!

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Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes - Thunderbolts* (Part 9)

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I can do that? You can do anything

Thunderbolts (2025) dir. Jake Schreier ⇌ Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (2013) 2.17 Melinda

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Bob Reynolds ⇌ Daisy Johnson Part 1

Thunderbolts (2025) dir. Jake Schreier vs Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. S02E15 One Door Closes

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FLORENCE PUGH & LEWIS PULLMAN as Yelena Belova & Bob Reynolds — Thunderbolts* / The New Avengers (2025)

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I’m not saying my standards are high but if i don’t fall in love with someone who says beautiful, magical things like Lazlo Strange, I don’t want it.

“I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.”

Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

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propaganda a lot of y’all should fall for:

whispering “thanku” to your tea or coffee before the first sip.

telling your friends you love them when they least expect it. especially then.

googling “what kind of flower blooms twice” at 3 a.m. to feel hopeful again

deleting apps every two weeks and calling it a spiritual reset.

naming your plants like they’re ur friends. apologizing when you forget to water them.

believing ur younger self would still think you’re cool. even on your worst days.

using perfume before bed. for no one. for you.

making eye contact with yourself in the mirror when you cry. giving the pain an audience.

taking selfies when you feel awful. proof you existed even when the light wasn’t flattering :-)

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have you ever made a daydream scenario that was pretty Fucked Up and just kept it as an alternate timeline from ur main daydream universe bc your characters dont deserve that

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever