Imagine Bucky and Steve go to Coney island in present day and in one of the games there’s a giant goat stuffie and Steve wins it for Bucky. Bucky loves it because it reminds him of his animals back in Wakanda. So now there’s a giant goat stuffie on their bed.
did anyone tell steve after he woke up from the ice that cigarettes cause cancer??
like
did that make the list of things they told him about or was it relegated to the list of things they didn’t bother with, like the fucking moon landing
steve rogers after the battle of new york: well that was stressful, anyone got a smoke i can bum?
everyone who grew up with anti-smoking PSAs: uh, you know those things can give you asthma, right?
steve rogers, asthmatic who was prescribed cigarettes by a doctor in the 40s: what
so. I wanna post my HTP fic that I wrote… because… IDK, I am weirdly proud of it.
But I am also SO ASHAMED because it’s pretty heavy stuff (for me) and I don’t want people to know it’s me. Or more importantly, I’m scared of the judgement I will get for it.
And like, I typically don’t write heavy shit like that. And I don’t want people to not read any more of my stuff because they’re like “aw shit, she wrote that horrible thing” because… that’s a thing I inadvertently do.
IDK. *hums and haws*
HANNAH. GET OFF TUMBLR AND GO WRITE.
do you ever find a new tumblr, and you like, like, 98% of their posts, and have to physically restrain yourself from liking/reblogging every post because otherwise you’d be a creep?
hannahbelleeeebackup 