I realised as I was doing the background it looks like he got locked in the basement…and I had to keep going with it at that point. I love how snootlike Nim’s face is - very cute. Have a good Christmas @weevmo!
every day i wake up and remember steve quite literally asked bucky to kill him. like he actually told bucky to finish it because he was with him until the end. he acknowledged it was the end. he stopped fighting back for the first time in his life. he finally threw the shield down after years of doubting his purpose as captain america because he didn’t want to have to hurt bucky. he begged bucky to not make him have to fight him at all because he couldn’t let people die but as soon as he’d saved everyone else he gave up on himself and was planning on going down on the helicarrier with bucky. he freed bucky from being trapped under the wreckage even though he knew bucky was still going to try and kill him. he decided he’d rather let himself die at bucky’s hands than live in a world where bucky didn’t remember him. like. what the hell.
this moment absolutely destroys me. i mean look at them! the gentleness! the vulnerability! the care! the way gale looks like he’s practically holding himself up with that hand…before what probably amounts to a couple weeks ago, he’d told almost no one about this, and now he can not only tell someone but show them, relive it painfully but with someone at his side who will be able to on some level actually understand it. the moment of a burden — one that had until then been an sentence of indefinite isolation — being shared. and he’s ready for that to be the end! for this to be a goodbye! to be cast out and left to fend for himself with not one but two things threatening to use and destroy his body! none of his usual air of confidence is there; he’s on the ground, all raw edges and open wounds, and you can see on his face that he’s already mourning what he thinks he’s about to lose. he shares the burden and is completely ready for the weight of it to crush this new, incredible, fragile thing they’ve been building…
A little unpopular opinion on something I've seen happen more commonly throughout November/December and wanted to address quickly for my own blog: Please never hesitate to reblog anything from me. You see me reblogging a sentence starter list that you like? Go for it and reblog it from me directly without any pressure on you whatsoever to send anything into me before doing so. You like a GIF-set or musing that I reblogged? Nab it from me, it'll brighten my day to see that we share an interest in something. I like to see interaction between me and anyone who follows me. I like to see that little activity notification light up.
Honestly, it simply reminds me that we're all part of a community, and more specifically, a fandom that consists of characters and nations that we all came to love and then share that amongst ourselves. And honestly, seeing a reblog happen shortly after me but it's from the source, creates (in my opinion) an odd sense of chosen disconnect between people that can feel awkward, it's as if we're walking on eggshells as to not rub each other the wrong way. But what's wrong about going 'Hey, I see what you reblogged, I like it too!', it even gives you potential common ground to start a conversation. We're a community, and I don't know about you, but I like seeing people interact with each other beyond merely threads and notes. It's the little things that matter, after all.
Me: God I love Valentino’s design but he is such a pice of shit
My brain: don’t worry we have Good Valentino at home
The Good Valentino at home:
So I gave Valentino a nice twin! Meet Fabio everyone!!!
In hell because he did the straightest thing you can do: kill a man (several men actually), Fabio is also involved in the sex work industry but in the “small brothel that has medical insurance and strict consent rules where he keeps all of his workers hidden from the exterminations and Valentino and his bullshit”
He meets the Hazbin gang after the battle with the angels when the writing on the wall tells him the Val and his weird stalker tv boyfriend and their lesbian mean friend will start a power grab and turf war and he feels that his small safe brothel will not remain as such for long. So off to the hotel he goes with his 20 or so girls, guys and non-binary pals.
Angel nearly has a heart attack when he sees him at the door for obvious reasons
“��� i sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. one feels them passing like a whiff of air.” (william yeats)