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[google-drawings-warriors]

Crowfeather could’ve had siblings. Let that sink in. We could’ve had Downface or whatever other dumb name the Erins would’ve come up with.

[guhamun]

I'm playing Y.inlin's dream scenario thing, everything about it just solidifies all the things I had a feeling were an issue for her. She is extremely afraid of failure, this especially so if other people are dragged into her mistakes. She has to be cautious at all times on any mission given to her, questionable of things that might not quite seem right, and as a result, make the best judgement calls she can for any situation. Y.inlin does not make mistakes. She can't make mistakes. The pressure she puts on herself to ensure the success of her missions makes it such that if she does something that might cost lives, or put lives at risk in the future, it eats away at her.

[magnusbae]

Maybe it's the way you say my name Maybe it's the way you play your game But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

I think that you are the one for me 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe When you're looking at me I've never felt so alive and free When you're looking at me I've never felt so happy

[mx-incognito]

@cabalakh

hEY

[kitsune-kirei]

I want to hop on the Trust Banner bandwagon but the 'character name' font aint working for me ;w;

[inthebrokenplaces]

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞ [for buck ofc]

@cxpt -- Touch-starved starters

It’s a rare thing, moments of peace like this. Steve carries his weight and Bucky carries his memories, and they’re both stones around their necks. But sometimes, like, now, they curl in around each other and the world fades away, and it’s just his breathing and his scent and the lines and shadows of a face Bucky would know no matter how many times his mind was wiped. It’s buried too deep down in his soul to ever be erased. 

He pulls Steve closer, let the morning light steal over them like some secret only they shared. Somehow, in these fragile moments, all the scars and wounds disappear. They’re just kids from Brooklyn, and he can remember before--before war had changed them both. He remembers now too, all the new things they’re building, breakfasts and movies with popcorn and nights spent sitting on the living room floor because sleep is too devilish to face. His body feels right for once, cocooned this way, and his demons are all slumbering. The words come easy, just like this feeling, and he smiles in the grey pre-dawn light.

“As long as you want,” he says, and he sounds like Bucky, untroubled and unburdened. It’s not just the peace he craves, it’s this--this everything right here, right now.

[cheriiakimoved]

      tbh i’d gush so much about kakyoin if didn’t restrain myself from doing so every day. like i could make that ask long but i’ll spare u all.

[ycnggods-a-blog]