#brooklynprxject

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[ ribs are the breakfast for champions, captain rogers says go for the ribs they’re better. DO IT. DO IT FOR AMERICA! ]

Us British people have scones for breakfast. I’m defying you and your ‘champion breakfast’! This is for the TEA YOU THREW INTO THE HARBOUR.

[thecaptainsmother]

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[text: Stevie]: I just went to the store and came back with about $300 worth of things I don’t need.

[agentxmorse]

brooklynprxject

"Thanks for letting me borrow your shield  back there. Any chance you want to trade  weapons?"

[cxretaker]

If you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy! Then send it to the last 10 people you have notes from in your activity

Five things that make me happy

My little family. Phillip, my boyfriend, and our two cats, Luna and Tigger.

Lindsey Sterling music.

Days with nothing to do, but Netflix and Tumblr.

Good hair days.

A good, solid night’s sleep with pleasant dreams.

[purevibranium]

“Listen, listen. You are going to be okay. He/she is locked away for good, alright?”

meme !!--- i know i reblogged it today but i can’t diddly darn find it so i don T GIVE A HOODITY HOO-HAH IM TOO EXCITED 

but she still can’t let go of him. jamie clings to his chest as if she’s never going to see him again; as if he’ll be TORN away from her at any given moment. the tears well, leaking slightly as she tightly shuts her eyes. her grip around him tightens as she REMEMBERS---- red skull’s voice still lingers in the back of her mind. pierce’s voice echoes close behind, with rumlow’s nearby, & they send chills down her spine. 

she could care LESS about what happened to her--- it’s HIM she wants to keep safe. “i don’t want them to hurt you.” her voice remains fragile and raw. a quiet sob erupts from her chest at the mere idea of steve being hurt again. “please don’t leave me.” the definition of ‘leave’ is clear: if he dies, she’ll go out of her mind.