James Buchanan Barnes died in the winter of 1945, leaving his best guy behind. Thirty-seven years later, he was reborn as Thomas James Hammond. At thirty years old TJ began to remember who he was–the man who fell from the train. Bucky never believed in second chances, but this sure did feel like one.
Hello everyone! So to celebrate 1 year (and a belated 4k follower goal) on this blog, I wanted to do a follow forever. Thank you so much to everyone I’ve had the honor of speaking with and befriending, and to the content creators who bless our eyes with their beautiful work. I’ve come to know and love so many of you, and I’m very thankful to have met you ♡
I tried to keep this list as condensed as I possibly could, my muscles are still tense from restraining on making this miles long.
Members of@pastel17net & @jihanetwork I’ve spoken with in their respective chats. I adore talking to you all and I really love how much of (cringes) family we’ve become through our conversations. I really don’t know how bored and bitter I would be if it weren’t for you guys. I truly do appreciate and love all of you, and I’m so glad to have met you all.
I REALLY don’t know what I’d do without any of you. The amount of love and comfort I have with you guys is sickening. Thank you so much for all the advice, tolerance and joy you guys bring me. I feel like each of you anchor me and I can’t even find words to convey how appreciative I am for you all. I’m so glad a 13 member meme group helped us meet.
♡ = people I adore! (most likely people I’ve had a few conversations with)