“Oh no - trust me, this ego’s all mine, and it’s probably bigger.”
“ ... size doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Didn’t your Mom ever tell you that?”
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“Oh no - trust me, this ego’s all mine, and it’s probably bigger.”
“ ... size doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Didn’t your Mom ever tell you that?”
“Nikolai? He’s fine. Well, he was the last time I spoke with him. Why do you ask?”
“No reason, it’s just odd to see you two apart.”
he didn’t even bother to look up when a familiar voice rang out on the silent air of the hangar; natalia. alexei fought the urge to roll his eyes, scrutinising the schematics that covered his bench - a spanner or screwdriver commandeered to weight down each corner of the paper.
‘ it’s one hell of a soviet disaster … her idea, not mine. ’
yeah ... that sounded like carol’s doing alright. she had never known alexei to be the sentimental type with planes, but then again - it had been a long time since she’d known him. natasha stopped next to the workbench, leaning back against it to survey the array of machines that hangar now housed. she tipped her head towards the more colossal of its inhabitants.
‘ — would i be right to assume the halo in your name? ’
#batroc is just so excited about getting his ass kicked by Steve Rogers#I mean#the squeeing is on par with Deadpool getting beat up by Thor#you can just see the bit where the internal screaming starts#like ‘oh zee helmet; eet comes off’#’perhaps zere vill be zee makeouts after all’#’hon hon hon’#’chere madame la diary aujourd’hui je made-out avec Capitan Rogers’#’aka Capitaine Biceps’#’c’est magnifique’#’c’est le jour meilleur de ma vie’ (via stuckinabucket)
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idk I just love how we Young People Today use ~improper~ punctuation/grammar in actually really defined ways to express tone without having to explicitly state tone like that’s just really fucking cool, like
no = “No,” she said.
no. = "No,” she said sharply.
No = “No,” she stated firmly.
No. = “No,” she snapped.
NO = “No!” she shouted.
noooooo = “No,” she moaned.
no~ = “No,” she said with a drawn-out sing-song.
~no~ = “No,” she drawled sarcastically.
NOOOOO = “No!” she screamed dramatically.
no?! = “No,” she said incredulously.
I’ve been calling this “typographical nuance” and I have a few more to add:
*no* = “No,” she said emphatically.
*nopes on out of here* = “No,” she said of herself in the third person, with a touch of humorous emphasis.
~*~noooo~*~ = “No,” she moaned in stylized pseudo-desperation.
#no = “No,” she added as a side comment.
“no” = “No,” she scare-quoted.
wtf are you kidding no = “No,” she said flatly. “And I can’t believe I have to say this.”
no no No No NO NO NO NO = "No,” she repeated over and over again, growing louder and more emphatic.
nooOOOO = “No,” she said, starting out quietly and turning into a scream.
*no = “Oops, I meant ‘no,’” she corrected, “Sorry for the typo in my previous message.”
Nowadays I wear my ugliness on the outside.
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If he was still on Twitter, I’d show him this in a heartbeat. (Psst! Tag him on Instagram. He looks at everything, bless his heart.
More outtakes from Frank Grillo’s Details Magazine photoshoot.
Don’t get too close It’s dark inside / Imagine Dragons - Demons
Still not happy with some of the proportions, but meh.
I can’t colour for shit, but ideally the uniform would be a deep red, and maybe the chest panel a dull silver. White wouldn’t really make too much sense where covert operations are concerned, but I guess that’s a moot point - considering Russia paraded the Red Guardian around as a poster-boy equivalent of Steve.
But humour me. I used Steve’s commander uniform from CATWS as a reference - so it’s a bit more mission appropriate, rather than ’ooooh look at meee’
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“I believe in Captain America. All that hooey about symbol of liberty, Fighting American, even someone like me could fall for it.” - James Barnes
‘ it’s not in my nature to be mean, natalia. come on, i’ll make some tea. ’
‘ i wish i could say that, but that’d be a lie. ’ she smiled, a brow arched at the admission as she stepped across the threshold, following the woman she had not seen for an age, ‘ — do you remember the night we met? ’
“I’ve had my ups and downs - but who hasn’t in this life?”
“The lucky elite of this world. And apparently those are far and few between — how is your brother?”
“I’m gonna choose to take that as a compliment…”
“Oh, it was meant as nothing less, I assure you ... looks like you’ve inherited his ego too.”
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