Because it doesn’t matter if Bucky’s been brainwashed for 70 years and doesn’t remember his own name - saving Steve is hard-wired into his DNA
mom: so hun i was in your room
and i accidentally started going through your stuff
and i found your phone
it was unlocked so i went through your messages too, who’s alex? is that your boyfriend? you can totally talk to me about crushes and boys!!!
team free punk ain’t got time for your normal hair color bullshit
why did i make these you ask?
Groot was just trying to help (◕‿◕✿)
that moment when dean had a full on panic attack
He didn’t have panic attacks at any other point. This is the one. He freaked out sometimes, but literally the only thing that can send Dean Winchester into a panic attack is his Baby being missing.
The Impala is Dean’s home, his only home. This is like walking down your street and finding that your house has burned down.
^^That was deep ^^
Wow the new assassin’s creed looks really different.
This halloween please say no to these costumes please just say no they are fucking insulting and Dia de los Muertos is NOT HALLOWEEN I REPEAT NOT HALLOWEEN THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PLEASE STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE
TO ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING FUCKED OFF AT MY POST. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I MADE IT. FOR YOUR PINCHE GUERO PENDEJX ASSES. “WE DO IT OUT OF RESPECT,” MY ASS.
this is capitalism ripping through my memories i hold so sacred. Memories of walking through the streets of Chapala after school with my grandmother, and the smell of plants for the preparation of the big event. Memories of memories of memories
This is capitalism and white supremacy destroying, erasing and making new… something that has connected me with my elderes and ancestors,
This is whiteness telling me my body, our gente is unwanted, dehumanized and conditioned to death but at the same time extracting a part of my identity and wearing it as a mask.
This is a mask made of our dead and torn bodies… this is literally a mask made out of ripped bloody flesh. The flesh of migrants who die every year trying to cross.. the flesh of people who become criminalized and confined behind bars. The bloody flesh of torn bodies from years of exploitation in sweat shops, fruit and vegetable fields, dish washers.. domestic workers…
this is our flesh ripped out cleaned, pampered and styled to fit a white face.