best til last

Just some people who know.

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Always best til last…

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I enjoy how this ended up much longer than I expected and I’ve probably forgotten some…


fave fics + the dead of julywhimsicule

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

anonymous asked:

~Til his last day. Til his last breath. Of everyone that can, he can love you the best. Til his last day, he'll be lovin' you. All the way up, til they lay him down, Six feet under the cold hard ground. Til his last day, he'll be lovin' you~

*peeks between his fingers* Love song? Is that necessary?


That’s right! This week, it’s all about Hollstein!

their n a m e s run through his mind, over and over, each one feeling like a fresh mortal stab wound because it’s her voice that speaks them– HYPERION. he’d tried to get out of this, he really had, but turning his own weakness against him had been childsplay for the likes of that fucking bitch. she’d kill his brother first, then his lover– she’d leave his best friends ‘til last and let them simmer in the idea of knowing he betrayed them. that was the blackmail. he’s in autopilot, burying his emotions as deep as they go while his hands make quick work with hiding C4 explosives in people’s quarters after they leave and join the chaos. ares accepts the fact that there’s NO GETTING OUT OF THIS, but isn’t as begrudged about it as he should be. never, has he liked this place. never, has he felt it had a cause worth dying for. bringing the olympus initiative down might even quench his his bitter resentment– he can’t deny that he wants it a little. when ares has completes his task, he starts toward the armory in hopes of finding his b r o t h e r. he knows that just looking at thanatos’ face would help him pick a side and stay there– forget about the past and be in the moment, with his family. with tightly clenched fists and a blank expression on his face, he detaches himself from the stress of the situation, IGNORING everything else.