charlserik:

and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. (insp.)

deancaneatmypie-deactivated2018:

I am ashes where I was once fire - Lord Byron

‘We made our families proud
But scared at the same time.
We promised we’d be safe,
Another lie from the front lines.’

quiksilwer:

Perhaps it’s the battle’s noise, but I think it’s that I remember: when we were two little boys.

agustdpng-deactivated20171122:

Bucky?

idrilka:

_{name one hero who was happy. you can’t.}

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

huwebes:

but you will remember me, remember me 
for   c  e  n  t  u  r  i  e  s

— here is a story in four lines / e.c.

needalittleoldfashioned:

just-tea-thanks:

lucymonster:

Who the hell is Bucky?!

Every so often I get hit really hard by how unhealthy Bucky looks. Pale clammy skin, lifeless hair, those bags under his eyes…this is a man who is not getting a single one of his basic needs met. He’s supposed to be in peak physical condition but he looks like a walking wreck.

The strength of his body is all he is to Hydra, but even that they don’t take care of properly.

IT GOT WORSE

Oh, yes, and may I remind you all of my headcanon that those goggles and that war paint are there to protect his eyes from the glare of the sun and improve his vision. Because he’s let out on missions for a few hours/days every so many months or years, and apart from that HE NEVER SEES DAYLIGHT. LOOK AT HIS EYES AND HIS SKIN. HE LIVES IN THE DARK.