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[bluebelly-sun-serpentine]

July 7th, 2025

[dailyruikamishiro]

DAY 50 WOOHOO!!

Everyone saying wui! (All of these by @bea-the-ao3er )

It’s still DailyRui bc it has Rui in it… I think

[snezus-christ-risen]

Love sitting down to see what treasures I left for myself in the Google docs the night before 😜

[karamell-sweetz]

my babies have a new cousin

L -> R chukasa, fuukasa, wui | wui and chukasa were bought from _niri_i on twt and insta and are no longer being sold

[locke-writes]

bohemian rhapsody by freddie mercury + bucky barnes? thanks x

Bucky had blood on his hands. Metaphorically not physically. He knew what he had done, it was under their control, but he had done it. In war killing was forgivable, you had enemies you were meant to kill. He didn’t remember the war, he didn’t remember killing for the good of his country. Now he only remembered being used as a weapon. There weren’t a lot of memories only a few yet it was enough. Could he be forgiven? Was he worthy of forgiveness?

Bucky liked staring at the stars. Sometimes he wished he was one of them. Stars didn’t have to worry about their past, didn’t have to worry about the reputation that might follow them around. They were just stars. Bucky wanted to be a star, he wanted a life without the memories of pain, of blood, of screaming. Sometimes the memories came back as nightmares, at least he thought of them as nightmares. They could have been true recreations of events he’d had wiped from memory.

Sometimes he was convinced that he was meant to be reformed, that he could put all his past actions behind him. Sometimes he thought he’d only bring pain into the world. Peace was one thing he believed he’d never see and certainly he couldn’t see himself bringing peace to anything or anyone.

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