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parabcllums‌.

“aw, man,” all it had taken was a badly timed sneeze. that probably ( definitely ) said something ( bad ) about him, as a person - especially as a person who was meant to be, you know, deft - but for the time being, clint was caught less on THAT and more on the scalding coffee that he had just spilled all over himself, in spectacular fashion. shaking off one hand and wondering, silently, briefly, when his suffering was going to end, clint threw the cup to the nearest bin ( to, not in, because it hit the rim and managed - somehow - to fly in a whole other direction ) and tried not to be too sheepish when he asked the smal coffee shop’s tiny crowd, “anyone got a towel? paper..- paper towels? a pocket mop?”

“here, pal,” steve shakes out a handkerchief from his pocket and hands it over to clint. he tries hard to look sympathetic, knowing clint’s unlucky streaks. and though he knows the answer, indubitably, will be yes, he still asks, out of courtesy, “rough day, buddy?” and he sets a hand on clint's shoulder, a friendly gesture as he jostles him softly, “can i get ‘cha another one?”

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shiftinganger‌.

“Don’t fucking say anything.” Helena was covered head to toe in paint, a mishap during one of her art classes leading to the mess. Annoyance and anger, both directed at herself for once, left her unable to hold a form that would hide the paint, shades of red and blue and white. “Pretend you never fucking saw me.”

“ah, kiddo,” steve’s brows furrow up in concern upon seeing helena’s temper flare. he feels half-responsible for this --- this is his class, after all. “hey, it's okay. it's acrylic --- it'll wash out.” he gives her a small smile as he snatches a paint-free rag from the nearby table and holds it out to her. “do you want me to take you home so you can change?”

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parabcllums‌.

“i need suggestions for which clubs i should join, stat.” morgan didn’t tend to wait around. if they needed something, they needed it QUICK - and they couldn’t afford to waste time by sitting down to discuss and weigh out their options. “apparently, i’m not doing enough. smart kids are supposed to be doing, like…- twenty fucking things at once, just to…- i don’t know. prove that they haven’t been faking it since 3rd grade and are, believe it or not, intelligent? unclear.” they’d already circled the front runners in red, but now, they clicked their fingers - their mind moving a mile a minute, the rest of them itching to catch up. “c’mon - if i don’t fill my plate they’ll ask me to teach a fucking class, next, and i do NOT want to be stuck doing that shit.” 

“hey, take it from a teacher: teaching isn't that bad.” his tone is passive as he says it, their fervor noted and absorbed. he's acclimated to the starks enough to deal with their intricacies, their fast as always thoughts. “which ones are catching your eye?” he leans forward to sneak a peek at the paper morgan’s marked, taking in the way their red marks almost overtake the paper. he lifts his eyebrows briefly in surprise, expression quickly turning to amusement.  “apart from... all of them?” 

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⌜ CHRIS EVANS, MALE, HE/HIM | soldier by trixie mattel, choleric, the activist ⌟  ⏤ blink and you’ll miss STEVE ROGERS, the hero that goes by CAPTAIN AMERICA ! last i heard, they were co-parenting with BUCKY BARNES. they’re a professor of DRAWING & PAINTING at paragon academy, and i’ve always found them to be pretty PERSISTENT & OPTIMISTIC, though i’ve heard that they can also be really SELF-RIGHTEOUS & INFLEXIBLE. do you think they’ll give me an autograph?

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kimmyquinn‌.

“No, I didn’t steal a bunch of chemicals from the science lab to test if they can blow up,” she paused for a split second, “nor am I trying to see how many explosions I can cause in a chain reaction,” she blurted out, carrying several science supplies in her arms. “This is all totally necessary for a… very safe volcano project. I’m callin’ it the Kimmy Quinn Volcano… Kimmycano… anyway, don’t ask any questions.”

“uh... huh.” his tone, he thinks, could not be more skeptical. “i’m no detective, but i think you’re lying.” he’s not terribly concerned with what students get up to in their free time, but destruction of property is raising some alarms in his head. he is pretty goddamn certain this isn’t going to turn out great. “can you at least tell me you’re a science student and give me some peace of mind?”

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ghcstbarnes‌.

the way steve spoke made bucky feel like his heart was about to burst out of his chest, making a mental note to give steve whatever he wanted if it meant even a second of seeing him like that. “you want a baby?” bucky mumbled, smile locked onto his lips as he looked up at his husband adoringly. “one of those real tiny ones? that make all those cute noises? hell yeah i want one of those.” the brunet chuckled, unable to help himself from stealing a kiss before he spoke again. “i would love to have a baby with you. one that’s both of ours on paper. i know all our kids are both of ours but i mean – i wanna raise one; me and you.”

he’s beaming in an instant, eyes lighting up as bucky speaks, because --- bucky gets it. a baby of their own, a baby they can watch grow up, they can teach to walk, they can hear its first words. “a baby, buck.” steve feels every edge of him soften at the thought. “our baby.” after all they’ve been through, the children raised together... a baby is a huge step, he thinks. a step he’s ready to take.

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blindjcstice‌.

The knowledge of what she should and should not be able to hear had never been something that she was too sure about even before she had her memories played with. She shook her head. “You aren’t interrupting anything interesting at least. I’m just reading some boring corporate case law.” The voice sounded more clear now, vaguely familiar in the same way the voices of the PSAs that Catholic school had loved so much. “Oh, wow, the Captain America.” She might never stop being a little starstruck when she met heroes. “I think my uncle Foggy would disown me if I didn’t at least ask for an autograph.”

he nods to her, a force of habit that he can’t shake, even now as he knows she can’t see the movement. still, steve approaches the table, standing a respectable enough distance away, he thinks. “y’know, my goddaughter’s a lawyer. just passed the bar. even got her own office already.” there’s something proud in his voice as he acknowledges it. “that’s no problem, ma’am. what could i sign?”

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— B.D

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Trans Steve Rogers

For… no one. I just wanted to. Anyway.

I don’t own these pictures!

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firechiicken‌.

“makes you wonder-” or at least, she did, “when, exactly, did we forget that it was supposed to be permanent?” she wasn’t ungrateful. her words could be misconstrued as such, she supposed, but jean appreciated that she had as many chances as she had - she had never been ready to go, really, and it had never been her choice. but back then, it had felt like it was just her. now there was so many, and so many varied situations… just like steve. “do you think i’d turn you away?” she injects a little humor as she adds, “it wouldn’t really be in the best interest of my groups success, to put a wedge between it and someone that can directly compete. i think you belong, steve.”

at her words, he nods, bows his head. steve’s sigh is more understanding than anything; tired. he knows what she means. in their line of work, death sometimes meant, more often than not, being brought back. it happened with him, with bucky, with so many of his friends and colleagues... it was commonplace by now. but steve knew it shouldn’t be common, but permanent. although... he also believes that second chances should never be squandered. he tries to be lighthearted in return, though. tries not to linger on the supposed permanence of death. “when’s the next meeting? think i’ll pop by, maybe bring the husband. we know a thing or two about it all.”

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rcsiistance‌.

open starter / all members of the rogers-barnes family !

❝ i know what you’re going to say. ❞ she deserved it, really. ellie has been told time and time again that there is a time and a place, but even if she isn’t biologically related to him, she takes after her father. ellie’s always been a spitfire. that’s why she’s here now. waiting to be picked up after another afterschool detention. ❝ it was dumb. to get so mad about such a small comment, but i just… ❞ her bad moods sparked her symbiote’s bad moods, and when wrath got it in her head that ellie needed help, that was that. ❝ i’m sorry. thanks for picking me up. ❞

the look steve levels ellie is almost serious. it’s not a scolding look, but --- an unamused one, because --- he knows where ellie’s coming from. he knows what it is to be in her shoes, to feel what she feels. hell, he still feels like that sometimes, anger burning hot and quick under his skin --- even now at his age. “come on, little miss.” he opens the door leading out of the office for her, full well knowing what the principal has said about the incident but still wanting to know her side of the story. “you wanna tell me what happened?”

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TOP 10 CHARACTERS WHO ARE DEFINITELY QUEER, DAMMIT (AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS)

2. Steve Rogers - MCU (Bisexual)

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He’s beauty, he’s grace, he’ll punch you in the face if you’re being an asshole  (◡‿◡✿)

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pre-serum steve: lgbt people should be able to serve in the military :) 

post-serum steve: i’m fuckin gay and i’m gonna destroy all corporations and burn the government 

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ghcstbarnes.

“and yet they ain’t say nothin’? cruel women, making us figure it out for ourselves.” he grinned, his mother’s face rolling her eyes in his head. “god i miss them. they’d be so damn proud of their grandkids.” bucky sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “never thought i’d have kids.” he mumbled, thinking to himself. “i guess – never thought about what’d happen after the war. and i guess– never had to.” the laugh that escaped his lips was somewhat bitter. “but now…. i got you, i got my kids, i got sarg.” he finally rolled over, back to steve. “d’you ever want more? like, more kids?”

in that, they were the same. back before steve ever even considered being a soldier, he always thought he’d just go to school, go to art school. and then? nothing solid. the war hit and it was all steve cared about for a while, his reality was that of the present. he’s always been like that. and after years of a more peaceful life, something about a full home and a happy family made him feel complete. but there was still... something. “a baby,” he answers, tone hushed. he’s been fighting this itch since he first held his friend’s babies, saw them pairing off and being happy together. “always wanted a baby, buck. never really had time for it, since all the kids were a handful already. but... they’re grown now, they’re their own people. d’you think...?”

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chaoticstvpid‌.

“ there’s an entire category of horror movies based around creepy dolls , who knows , maybe you could have a career as a horror movie villain ! “ zoë had a UNIQUE sense of humor and one that not everyone understood. “ thanks , dad. well… no. not THAT bad. i’ve had worse , “ zoë lifted herself out of the pool and sat on the edge.

“i’m not sure if i should thank you for the vote of confidence but it’s swell you think so anyway.” he keeps a hold on zoë’s lunch, aware that her just getting out of the pool and the paper bag won’t mix at all. “if you say the worse hasn’t been from us, i don’t think i’ll believe you.” the road to the rogers-barnes cooking has been a steep and winding one... and their kids have taken the brunt of their efforts. “this one ain’t bad, though. no burnt bread, promise.”