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So… I’m gonna be honest. I haven’t really found such home in the MCU for a loooong time… a long time. (Me hoping someone gets this reference… right!) 
          
          I’ve been suffering with depression, burnout, suicidal thoughts, anxiety and many more. 
          
          So, I’ve resorted to depressed characters… yes, Remus Lupin (our BELOVED Andrew Garfield), Sirius Black (our own DOG -also Billy Russo from the Punisher) and Regulus Black (yes, skinny BOI Timmy Chalamalabingbong)…
          
          *puts sassy sunglasses on*
          
          I say… SAYONARA BITCHES!
          
          (Not rly, I love you guys, ur my family)
          
          Still, I probs will not return for a long time, since I’ve just passed a VERY important exam and another VERY IMPORTANT ONE is waiting for me at summer. (Yes yes yes, one that will determine my whole future… no pressure)
          
          So… see ya later, alligator!
          
          (I think I already said that… meh)

Soo…
          I’ve seen some other people do this. In my new story (Marvel Imagines) the next chapter will be of lines. You will have to write a combination of them and I’ll make them into an imagine :)

Matt in season three is such a mood, honestly:
          
          
          Orphaned kid: “what happened to you?”
          
          Matt, beaten to a pulp: “Life”

i am also a mega simp for Manchurian Candidate and Reindeer Games XD

Hear me out:
          
          
          Normal ppl getting kidnapped, the kidnappers wanting ransom:
          
          *on video*
          “They want 10k dollars, if they don’t get it by the end of tomorrow I will die.”
          
          
          
          Sassy bitches getting kidnapped:
          
          *on video*
          “These disrespectful motherfuckers want 10k- wait what? I’m worth more, they want 2 MILLION dollars or they will shoot me with the guns that might be compensating for something.”
          
          
          Me getting kidnapped:
          
          *not on video*
          Guys really? You want 10k for me? Pfft, gimme the gun, they won’t even notice I’m gone, might as well spare you guys from suffering with me. My life’s worth 2$, you ain’t gettin anything for me.
          
          

… I’m definitely re-writing “the life of Y/n Carter”… why did I make it seem like the Americans were in the war from ‘39? It all started with Pearl Harbour… I’m sorry to all of the cultured ppl out there I’m clearly not one of them (haha)

I… I think I got a replica of the Sharpe family ring, you know, the red one that Thomas gave to Edith?  I mean… it looks the same, except that it’s not red, it’s amber.
          
          Hear me out… my granddad was a soldier in Libya, often went to Russia (then USSR). One time he returned with this ring from Mother Russia and gave it to my grandma… he said it’s from some old man that sells jewellery… 

Tell me, what is the reality you call home?
          
          
          Mine:
          
          I’m an asgardian, very good friend of Loki, currently living in the 1940’s and very good friend of scrawny Steve and Bucky

Fine! Im a fucking pussy. I can’t go long without my marvel family (all of the fandom and cast and other characters of the actors) 
          
          I MAY be gone for a short… fuck it. I can’t promise anything, but this account won’t be forgotten for all time. I also won’t use it all the time… 
          
          Anyways… thought I needed to vent on my wall… jeez. I feel better already. Although I’m still pretty creeped out from watching Crimson Peak… 
          
          I’m still repeating “I’m scared” and I finished it a few hours ago… 

I know I said I’m not going to be back, but I’m bipolar, indecisive and my word means nothing… 
          
          
          I was going through some old notes from last year and I found something I wanna make a canon story somehow… 
          
          
          It’s Halloween. The avengers all have a pumpkin in front of them ready to be carved. They all pick up a knife and start working. Bucky just stares at the knife and the pumpkin. Y/n (Could be Oc or Steve) asks: “What’s wrong, Buck?” 
          
          
          
          “I don’t want to kill the pumpkin.”