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Happy anniversary to the Soviet Union hero. #YuriGagarin #Astronaut #SovietLegend #RussianAstronaut #Vostok1 #Space #RedSon https://www.instagram.com/p/CNkd3jUgGrS/?igshid=1aukt4vsqz7au
( — @sovietlegend! )
“ you shouldn’t be touching anything. ” meant to be a reprimand, firm yet kind, with sunshine in her smile to lighten the load. “ please. ”
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MY NAME IS BUCKY!!!!
random positivity for @sovietlegend. 💕 in the wake of civil war & your rebooted blog, i’m reminded again of just how much i appreciate your bucky. you incorporate so many subtleties into his portrayal that bring him as much to 3D life in your prose as sebastian stan renders him on the big screen, and as spiritually animated as his storied incarnation in the comics. you understand him on a level that really ties you significantly to his character, in the sort of way that when i think of bucky, thinking of you isn’t so far behind. your prose, too, is mercilessly good. i just love reading whatever you put forward on the dash ; i know it’s inevitably going to rock my socks off. you’re unfailingly brilliant & a wonderful entity to enjoy on the dash. thank you for being with us for so long, & honestly thank you for being such a radiant pillar of the community.
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automatically, groot is usually hunched over. his tall height feels odd when in the company of other sentient creatures -–– most of them coming to dismal roots of his own. the one in front of him he does not know, but is friends with some friends of his friends, he believes. head cocking to the side, groot bends down closer to inspect the human. perhaps he is an odd sight to this earth dweller. perhaps odder things have happened upon this planet to surprise the human anymore.
he looks to the left of the man, and the missing appendage. a grunt in a questioning tone comes forth as groot brings himself back up to full height. the flora colossus doesn’t bother to wait for words from the other, and instead reaches for his own left arm and breaks off the branches of himself. he feels it, but it isn’t bad ; there has been worse, easily. reaching forward, he offers the arm to the other man. he might need to take measurements to make it work a bit better for the other.
❛ i am groot ? ❜
his will regrow, but he has heard enough tales of humans to know their bodies don’t work the same way.
balance falters, body swaying as arms raise to try to RIGHT THE ERROR while straining his back as little as possible—– hoping to avoid the SHARP PAIN he knew would shoot up his spine in a harsh reminder of his injuries. ❝ i have a whole new respect for how well you use that thing now. ❞ that thing being shiny metal in place of barnes’ left arm.
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‘ they see what they want to see. ‘ the outrage // MONSTER. there’s blood tarnished palms, soaked with guilt, that seemingly gets caught in the crossfire. but what does she choose to see ? who does a girl like her have to become in order to abide by what the world claims she is. // CRIMINAL. a danger to society --- bordering sanity & a crippling sense of self doubt. wide eyes gaze down at the man // SOLDIER. cursed to take the blame for mind games ; sickening twist lies beneath porcelain veneered skin, ‘ but they do not know. ‘ & they never would. — for when the curtain falls and the disaster clears, who will pick up the pieces? mere pawns on a board in which they’d been forced to abide by — in which she’d found herself running from. // ALWAYS RUNNING. shackles bound to wrist and ankle as if to protect her from the world ( or herself ) ‘ they do not see what we see. ‘ lump thickens in her throat as words, coarse & rigid, escape her. ‘ what we know everyday. ‘ @sovietlegend
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“Looks a lot better, pal. I was going to suggest you get it cut a lot sooner but it didn’t seem appropriate.”