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Greg is moving us onto a new blog. Come catch us on PURESTSOULS.

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I know it’s not been that long since I said everything’s great and I’m not gonna be on anymore, well.. I got broken up with, had to quit school again and shit’s going down, my mental health has plummeted and I honestly feel so lonely without writing.. I don’t know if I’ll be able to just get back into roleplaying, but I’m thinking of starting to write just a story of how I wished my love would’ve gone so I could process it more.

But all in all, I really miss everyone here and I feel very useless now that I again failed to keep my shit together to manage school and mental health. 

So.. I’m back? I don’t know if I’m going to archive this blog and start anew on another or just stay here, but I just want to be back here with you all. 

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I'm sorry.

I've been gone for so long now, and I've started school again, I have a boyfriend and my parents relationship is falling apart and so is my family.

Anyway I just don't feel like there's really anything here for me to come to, there's a few blogs who I love and wish I could stay for, but I just don't feel like being here anymore. I'm not archiving this blog, nor deleting it, but I don't think I'll be back any time soon.

My mental health isn't the greatest right now either, as I'm in a long distance relationship and it's tearing me apart to not get to be with him all the time. I need to focus myself on going to school, paying my bills and taking my meds. It's a time for personal growth and happiness on my part, it's been too long I've just clung on to this false sense of happiness I get from writing. I won't stop writing, never, but I'm taking a break for my own good.

You can find me on discord at satan™️#7759 and Snapchat at rrhinosaurus. I love you and I'm sorry.

- grim

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you know. sometimes i think. in the face of tony’s obvious trauma and ptsd. in the face of the more obvious pain that bucky has suffered. we forget that steve’s motivation in the film isn’t just his tendency to hold stubbornly fast to his ideals, to do what he feels is right and damn the rest. 

steve’s hurting too.

like. guys. we are so ready to give weight to tony’s emotional boiling over point at the end of the film, to say “this is why he tried to kill bucky, and it’s not right but it’s understandable.” we are so ready to acknowledge the fact that bucky was a victim and motivated to run by his fear of further persecution and hurt from nefarious forces. what about steve, though? when do we acknowledge that steve’s not just acting with righteous arrogance, but a deep anger, isolation, fear, loneliness, sadness, and hope?

steve died. like, his last memory before waking up seventy years in the future is a few days after watching his best friend fall from a train and he was unable to stop it he willingly flies a plane into the fucking Arctic, ostensibly to his death.

guys. guys. tony was fucked up for years because of untreated ptsd after falling from space and thinking he was dead. why is it so hard to remember that steve probably is fucked up, too? 

this dude, he wakes up seventy years in the future and he has to make his way without really anyone or anything familiar, and the only person who is familiar is suffering from memory loss, and he’s now operating under the thumb of shadowy organization that he’s not 100 percent does good things and that continuously lies to him. there’s no war to fight, but that’s all this body is good for. it’s all he knows. 

he doesn’t know what makes him happy. guys.

and so he goes through another trauma when he discovers this villain who is trying to kill him is in fact the dead best friend who—surprise!—was actually captured after falling and losing an arm and his brains were scrambled to turn him into a murder assassin. we know for a fact steve feels tremendous guilt over this. but imagine beyond guilt, the sorrow, the nightmarish possibilities, that are turning over in steve’s head. the idea of what his friend suffered. remember when rhodey fell from the sky and tony blasted sam in the chest? imagine the anger in steve’s heart at the idea of what bucky’s suffered and the unwillingness to let that go unchecked and unsaved.

oh, plus. that shadowy organization he’s been fighting for? the people he’s been taking orders from? the top dog in the neat little hierarchy that’s arranged his world? yeah. hydra. everything steve has known turns upside down. he can’t trust anything. imagine the paranoia. the suspicion. imagine the fear that must take seed at that betrayal.

and then! of course, then he begins fighting these battles with the avengers where the collateral damage is on such a bigger scale than it was at war. where there are aliens. aliens, you guys. and he’s tasked with leading this motley crew of superheroes in a world he’s still getting used to and people die, lots of people die, and we know that even if it doesnt visibly affect him like it affects tony (who always seems shocked when he’s confronted with loss, because it’s presented to him on a personal, individual level) it does affect him. that steve feels the guilt of lives lost. imagine that burden. imagine the weight of the shield, the mask, the responsibility. imagine the loneliness. the fear.

so then. then. in the space of a few days. steve deals with more guilt from the deaths in lagos. he shoulders that burden. then he deals with the moral quandary of signing the accords. he wrestles with that decision. peggy dies. he grieves, oh goodness does he grieve. vienna fuckin blows up and that elusive best friend is now the suspect. so steve is grieving, he is confused and conflicted, and now he feels doubly guilty—that’s the person he has been looking for, should he have already caught him? did he do it? he couldn’t have. does he bring him in? does he shoulder this responsibility too? what will they make him do when he catches up to bucky? what should he do? steve might act like he always knows what’s right, but a decision like this isn’t easy. it messes with a person. and when you’re dealing with all that mess in your head, sometimes you don’t think. sometimes…you act.

like when bucky is triggered, when steve stops a helicopter with his bare fucking hands, you can feel the desperation. that’s not ordinary heroics. that’s not steve just trying to stop bucky from escaping and possibly hurting others. it’s steve fighting for bucky. for this piece of his past. for the possibility of an end to loneliness. for the possibility of redemption for letting him fall. 

and when they go on the run, when they know they have to stop the supersoldiers, when they clash with tony’s team, can you imagine steve’s sheer frustration that no one gets what is at stake? that no one is willing to listen? and yes, he didn’t even try—but why is that, you think? is it possibly because steve is used to institutions and those in power ignoring what he thinks is right and causing disaster anyway?

when steve says, “pal, so are we.” when steve acknowledges to natasha that he’s 90 not dead, when he openly references the fact that he and bucky are 100, can you imagine knowing that? adjusting to that? being 20-something in body and memory but 100 in actuality? living in a body that people perceive as a weapon so strongly that you’ve become a weapon when you are still longing to rediscover the man you were? steve’s not just cap. steve’s steve, and he doesn’t know what makes him happy you guys. he’s a guy, he’s a human, and he’s dealing with A Lot.

i get that he makes some bad calls in the movie. so does tony. my beef is that while tony’s decisions are often supported by his very obvious trauma and emotional burden, we rarely seem to give enough weight to the very real and very similar turmoil that is going on inside of steve.

when tony is fighting him in siberia. when steve says, “he’s my friend,” so simply, so sadly, without any righteousness, just clean tired truth, that’s steve as steve. when he hid the truth from tony, that’s steve as steve. when he drops the shield, that’s steve reclaiming himself as steve. we expect cap all the time, because often, steve is cap. it’s easy to see him as the moral police that way, if reductionist.

but we forget to see steve as steve. that he is a kid, in some ways. and a grieving, lost, lonely kid with a lot of anger, sadness, confusion, and power boiling under the placid-seeming surface.

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Que Thanos gently stroking strands of Deaths hair.

memz | death 

                                eyes closed, lingering on the feel of her lover’s warm and large hands caressing her long hair, she let out a soft sigh. she could feel herself be enveloped in his scent, his warmth and the safety his presence brought her. on her cold, dead skin his touch felt like it could wake anyone from the dead, even her, and she nudged herself towards his touch. as she did so she felt him withdraw his hand, and opened her eyes, UNIMPRESSED. 

                    “ why did you stop, my love?”      she cocked her head and glanced at him with dark, lifeless eyes.

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Hold your girl’s hands while you eat her out and then hold them down to the bed when she cums.

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the first five emotes on your recently used emojis describe you as a person ready set go

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this blog doesn’t give a single flying fuck as to what fc you use. 

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2018 EMMY CONTENDER PORTRAITS. Photographed by Irvin Rivera for TheWrap.

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                      WADE WILSON AKA DEADPOOL                                  & DOCTOR ANNA HART

                                                  written by grim & christina

( surprise dual promo for @purestsouls )

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godcreates:

      ‘   uh….  yeah.  sure.  the dead cockroaches are for sale.    ’    from harley,  to @purestsouls  !

✧’d !

                       slender fingers curled CAREFULLY around the frigid cockroaches and placing them in a plastic cup one by one before looking back up at the young man behind the garage sale sign. “ two dollars for the three cockroaches, sound okay?” she gave the other a small smile from under her giant black sunhat.​

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sera & @shotgcns cont from ask that i lost the link to whilst copypasting.. smh me.

                            “ you know? now that i look at ye’ arms i honestly don’t know which are better.. ISN’T THIS A PICKLE.” she leans herself against the wall and pokes at his bicep, oh it’s very firm. she gives him a grin before reaching to light up a cigarette and finally turning back to him. 

                               “—i think i’m leaning on ARMS.”

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 m. carter, alias: captain america lady liberty——— “JUST CALL ME PEGGY.”

as told by grim on the multimuse purestsouls.

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                                “ this world doesn’t accept me, but i understand. ”

the jersey devil original character as told by grim on the multimuse purestsouls

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                                            “ don’t you think dying things are BEAUTIFUL too ? ”

lady death canon divergent as told by grim on the multimuse purestsouls