#justgamora

[stxrlxrd]

You're the most important person in my entire life. I will never forget that. And I will never let you go.

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[stxrlxrd]

I love you.

[dasvidaniyabitches-archive-blog]

justgamora replied to your post:❖

[ omf - also HI! Wanna keep going with this or I can make a small starter ]

(( It's totally up to you! I don't mind either way :D ))

[ncvaprime]

There’s a million, Billion, trillion stars But I’m down here low Fussin’ over scars On my soul On my soul On my soul I am so infinitesimal

[projectwinter]

justgamora said: *holds your flowers* go get ‘em [ I hate this in every way and form: every crazy slash ship that is out there that has a serious obsession with ignoring and shaming on characters ]

//You see, I have no problem with gay ships (I mean, hey, my two main verses include gay ships. My SO plays a purely gay character. I'm pan.). My problem is, when people not only blatantly ignore canon history (in MCU, we still don't know anything about the history between Bucky and Nat, apart from that he shot her), but outright vilify and villainise a character for the sole purpose of validating their ship.

//It bothers me for multiple reasons. I can't stand misrepresentation of characters in any way, especially if it's such an awesome character as Nat and this type of behaviour is EXACTLY, what gives slash-shippers a bad name.

//so just STOP. If your ship can't work, if another character is around, then maybe that ship isn't as cool as you guys think.

//Rant out of the way: THANK YOU! *hands flowers and rides into battle*

[yourprincestarlord]

justgamora replied to your post:Friendly reminder: My name is not Amyntas no...

YES IT IS

Gam please! Don't take my dad's side in this! He's evil eviiiiiiil.

[quantummagician]

justgamora

It was dark and warm, and yet it was cold, so cold. He didn't know why, only he needed to be warm, but where to get it. He didn't know. But then after eons he felt it. Warmth, in the form of a voice. It wasn't soft, it wasn't kind. It was commanding, sharp, and yet he felt warmth blossom within him. He needed it. To get close to it. Instinct guided him and darkness blossomed into light, and he tumbled to the hard ground, liquid pooling around him with the tatters of his cocoon.