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dontgigglesherlock: velonicasushi: juvjuvychan: aubreyli: juvjuvychan: beksters: battleangel25: #People may have been having sex in the 1940s but those people were not Steve Rogers SNORT *ded* Oh Steve.  #The best part is that he’s a tactical genius #And also the biggest virgin to ever virgin #in fact I’m pretty sure that the only reason Tony hasn’t made 97 year-old virgin jokes #is because he has so many that he doesn’t know which one to use.
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dontgigglesherlock: velonicasushi: juvjuvychan: aubreyli: juvjuvychan: beksters: battleangel25: #People may have been having sex in the 1940s but those people were not Steve Rogers SNORT *ded* Oh Steve.  #The best part is that he’s a tactical genius #And also the biggest virgin to ever virgin #in fact I’m pretty sure that the only reason Tony hasn’t made 97 year-old virgin jokes #is because he has so many that he doesn’t know which one to use.
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dontgigglesherlock:

velonicasushi:

juvjuvychan:

aubreyli:

juvjuvychan:

beksters:

battleangel25:

#People may have been having sex in the 1940s but those people were not Steve Rogers

SNORT

*ded*

Oh Steve.

 #The best part is that he’s a tactical genius #And also the biggest virgin to ever virgin #in fact I’m pretty sure that the only reason Tony hasn’t made 97 year-old virgin jokes #is because he has so many that he doesn’t know which one to use.

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I know people still talk about us. The “star-crossed lovers” who sparked a revolution. The whole of Panem can spin off their own romanticized stories but nobody will ever know the truth - the ugly parts that are etched onto our skin as angry scars and burns. Some of the scars have faded over time but reality haunted us through the nightmares. On the nights when it’s particularly bad, I see vulnerability, grief, and weakness through Peeta’s eyes, and I know it’s a mirror image of myself too. I only press my lips to his forehead and tell him silently through my gaze and our intertwined fingers that dawn isn’t far off, it will be morning the next time he wakes.
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I know people still talk about us. The “star-crossed lovers” who sparked a revolution. The whole of Panem can spin off their own romanticized stories but nobody will ever know the truth - the ugly parts that are etched onto our skin as angry scars and burns. Some of the scars have faded over time but reality haunted us through the nightmares. On the nights when it’s particularly bad, I see vulnerability, grief, and weakness through Peeta’s eyes, and I know it’s a mirror image of myself too. I only press my lips to his forehead and tell him silently through my gaze and our intertwined fingers that dawn isn’t far off, it will be morning the next time he wakes.
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I know people still talk about us. The “star-crossed lovers” who sparked a revolution. The whole of Panem can spin off their own romanticized stories but nobody will ever know the truth - the ugly parts that are etched onto our skin as angry scars and burns. Some of the scars have faded over time but reality haunted us through the nightmares. On the nights when it’s particularly bad, I see vulnerability, grief, and weakness through Peeta’s eyes, and I know it’s a mirror image of myself too. I only press my lips to his forehead and tell him silently through my gaze and our intertwined fingers that dawn isn’t far off, it will be morning the next time he wakes.
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I know people still talk about us. The “star-crossed lovers” who sparked a revolution. The whole of Panem can spin off their own romanticized stories but nobody will ever know the truth - the ugly parts that are etched onto our skin as angry scars and burns. Some of the scars have faded over time but reality haunted us through the nightmares. On the nights when it’s particularly bad, I see vulnerability, grief, and weakness through Peeta’s eyes, and I know it’s a mirror image of myself too. I only press my lips to his forehead and tell him silently through my gaze and our intertwined fingers that dawn isn’t far off, it will be morning the next time he wakes.
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I know people still talk about us. The “star-crossed lovers” who sparked a revolution. The whole of Panem can spin off their own romanticized stories but nobody will ever know the truth - the ugly parts that are etched onto our skin as angry scars and burns. Some of the scars have faded over time but reality haunted us through the nightmares. On the nights when it’s particularly bad, I see vulnerability, grief, and weakness through Peeta’s eyes, and I know it’s a mirror image of myself too. I only press my lips to his forehead and tell him silently through my gaze and our intertwined fingers that dawn isn’t far off, it will be morning the next time he wakes.

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