The truth is, I'll probably be rumbling and stumbling for the rest of my days, rocking to voicemail while the chaos around me rages on. It's nothing compared to to chaos within me, after all--I write stories.
And, look, I'm quite out of my mind, actually, but people tend to find me amusing? I can't imagine why, unless it's morbid fascination.
(Hey, I'm writing a book with Big Bang Press! Check out our Kickstarter and our website.)
- Anonymous asked:Imagine Bucky, during his recovery process, remembering that Steve needs an inhaler (but not remembering that he doesn't anymore) so he carries one around just in case and Steve finds out and excuse me while I throw myself into the sun.
logically, bucky knows that steve doesn’t need an inhaler anymore. he knows that steve can run...