#lost loves

[chcrrycosmos]

In every lifetime, every universe, my soul will be drawn to yours.

I will choose you in every life.

[renegadesstuff]

THE LOOKS 😖😭

[heartofmuse]

You came without warning, and I fell in love so fiercely. You were all my eyes could see, all my soul could sing, all my hands could write. We were passionate fools, but you were everything, and so much more, to my heart. All the ink in my poems was filled with the light in your eyes. Still, your name beats there eternally.

e.v.e.

[smlmsworld]

I don't know who the artist is, and invite anyone who knows to please enlighten me.

It goes perfectly with a lovely work by:

@voxofthevoid

realities that kept the music silent, the dreams in a box

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36321688

Snippet:

They remind him of Thor, but the air doesn’t have the electric weight that always accompanies the alien god’s presence. For some reason, Bucky's certain that they know he's here, aware of Bucky's presence as keenly as he is of theirs.

The silence between them writhes.

It takes Bucky a long time to find his voice.

"This is private property."

They jolt like Bucky stuck a knife in their back. "No," comes a familiar voice. “It can’t be.”

Bucky stumbles back, gun dropping from his weakened fingers. His knees almost buckle, and it’s sheer willpower that keeps him on his feet.

The man in the lake turns around.

He thought, earlier, about strange men with his Steve’s face, his smile, but he was wrong. This man looks nothing like Bucky’s Steve. His face is as scarred as the rest of his body, and he looks older, harder—it’s there in the eyes, a look that’s familiar but alien where it peers out from behind that beloved shade of blue.

And god, the hair. It’s longer than even Bucky’s ever was.

This man couldn’t be further from Bucky’s Steve if he tried and yet—

It’s Steve.

♥♥♥

Teen and up

Planet Hulk

Planet Earth

Post Endgame (and a great FU to that film!)

Battleworld

Devil Dinosaur

Lost loves

[crmsnmth]

You're Proof

You left like a door that never learned how to close quietly just slammed echoing through rooms I didn't know were hollow

There are still two coffee cups in the sink one stained with your lipstick one with the habit of waiting

I tried to wash them both but mine kept filling back up with things I didn't say when it mattered

You said we were fire but you mean the kind that eats houses not the kind that keeps them warm

And now I walk through the ashes kicking at memories like broken glass telling myself not to bleed over something already dead

Funny how love leaves fingerprints even after it steals everything rth holding

I keep finding you in stupid places songs I hate streets I avoid the way silence sounds just before it turns cruel

You were never mine, were you? just a beautiful interruption that overstayed and rewrote the ending

Now I'm left holding the wreckage of what we almost were whispering to no one in particular

You're proof that nothing good ever lasts

[book-of-pandora]

Dedication from The Reptile Room (A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book the Second), by Lemony Snicket. Harper Collins, 1999.

[thestrangestthlng]

So I have a controversial—if you will—take about the deleted scene.

Buckle up. It’s gonna ruffle some feathers.

That scene was about Eddie, Chris, and Shannon ONLY.

Making it about Buck and a fanon ship is fucking weird. He’s having a bonding moment with his son while he shares memories of his love for his mother, the love of his life: his person.

Eddie exists outside of Buck—primarily outside of Buck.