#self indulgent roger

[lilolbug]

he would be best friends with mitzi and would be loved by fatz and dook and liked by beach bear

[thwackk]

i never actually posted wing friends fem captain america and barry allen, it’s one of the mosy self indulgent things i’ve ever drawn

btw I’m taking commissions right now!

[ssspace-cadet]

aughhh steve rogers as a cg??? yesssss.

cuddly early mornings, laying in bed all sleepy, gentle sunshine painting the room in a soft haze. your eyes flutter open at a soft touch to your nose, and he’s smiling at you. he leans down and kisses your temple, running a soothing hand through your hair. “sleep good snuggle bug?” you nod softly, curling up again into his arms. “mm thought so. you look adorable right now kiddo.” he leans down again with a little smile, wrapping his arms around you tighter, mumbling into your hair. “keepin’ you forever kid, right here. can’t escape papa, can you little troublemaker?” he makes you laugh, little giggles followed by a yawn. it was still sooooo early. “aww, okay okay baby, ten more minutes hm?” you shake your head, pouting. steve chuckled, smoothing down your bed-head. “alright, just kidding, how about an hour, happy?” with a satisfied nod from you, he sighs and pulls you closer, drifting back off to sleep while rubbing your back soothingly.

divider credit: @sister-lucifer

[lycemagee]

Napping Time

Her head was empty and heavy.

"..."

She stared down into the nothingness and the voices around her were messy and unclear.

"...Flo?"

Her lids closed for a while, she was not able to open them.

"Flo?"

The only thing she could hear was her breath and the only things she could feel were her sore muscles, that relaxed.

"Florence?", asked Liam loud and Florence snapped out of her half sleeping state, her eyes open again staring confused around the room. Her muscles felt tense again, she didn't even realise that she dropped the fork, she held before.

"Are you alright?", asked Victor worried.

They were eating breakfast together, after Florence and Liam finished their mission. But unfortunately it took the whole night and they couldn't even relax for a bit, so she just feels wheeled.

She nodded to Victor as an answer and grabbed her fork.

"Yeah, yeah... Just a bit exhausted. That's all."

Even the sound of her voice was more like a whisper, a breath. Usually you could hear her stubbornness and her assertiveness in her voice, clear and vigorous. The others were still, just watching her as she nibbled some cheese and bread, it's as if it's too much effort to do. Even the Little One was quiet. Not to see not to hear.

"My, my... It's been quite a while since I've seen Miss Florence so... Calm. One might get used to it.", said Alfons with a teasing grin, sipping on his tea. She didn't listen to him.

"It's not the first time she's pulled an all-nighter.", Roger began frowning. "But that's really creepy."

"She is not even dissociating. She is just... done.", Kate said and poked Florence hand softly, Florence reacting to that like in slow mow. She turned her head in question, her eyes half lidded. Florence could hear their voices and the sentences they spoke. She just couldn't, or more likely, didn't want to react to it. She didn't care.

Liam, who joined her to the mission, didn't look quite as done, but also he has some shadows under his eyes and from his bubbly personality wasn't showing a lot today.

"The Mission wasn't that special. But we moved a lot and I guess that strained her body.", Liam explained.

"Is that so? Maybe we should spend the night together more regularly, Miss Florence? Surely we could train together, so your body is getting used to some nightly exercise.", Alfons suggested suggestively. Kate again tipped on her hand and Florence looked up to her and then to Alfons absentminded.

"Yes... Of course.", she mumbled vaguely, not sure of the context.

Alfons smile disappeared for a second out of surprise, until he gave out a mocking laugh.

"You heard it. You are my witnesses to this rare moment."

"Alfons, stop mocking her.", Kate admonished Alfons, who already stood up, ready, to leave the Dining Table.

Suddenly Florence also stood up from her seat. The others look confused about her.

"Excuse me... I need to rest...", she said quietly and just left the room slowly.

"Should I bring you to your room?", Kate shouted after her and wanted to stand up, but Alfons just lay a hand in her shoulder with a wide smile, he couldn't read.

"She will find her room alone, don't you think?"

___

She didn't. Or rather, when she walked past the lobby filled with sofas she couldn't bother and went inside falling on one of them immediately falling asleep. Only her soft breathing filled the room.

The first one who found her was Liam. Funnily enough he had the idea to rest a bit before starting the day, but seeing her nap, he was more inclined to join her. So he laid down on the longer part of the L-formed sofa, trying not to bother Florence.

At some point Florence woke up, hearing the creaking of the sofa, seeing Liam on it, how his legs hung off, his head on the other side. Florence was dizzy of tiredness and poked his leg. Liam yawned loudly and looked tiredly to Florence.

"Y' Wan' sleep?", she mumbled and Liam just nodded his head, knowingly stretching his arm out. No need for further explanation, she stood up and crushed on him laying her head on his chest, closing her eyes. He lay on one of his arms while the other embraced Florence. Then they both fell asleep, embracing their warmth and their presence, synchronised to each other's breathing.

The second one to find these two, was William, not hiding an amused smile and left the room shortly to come back with a blanket. He pulls it over them and carefully tucks it around them.

The third was Roger, checking their temperature with his hand and then opening the windows, because fresh air is really good for health purposes.

The fourth one was Harrison, who quietly sat on the couch next to them. He enjoyed the silence with a smile, until he was finished and let the book on the coffee table next to them. A recommendation for Florence.

The next one was Alfons. He wasn't really surprised about this sight, seeing it regularly after spending the night with these two together. He found the breeze to be too cold and closed, head shaking, the windows again,(and playing with a curl of Florence and Liam) before he left.

The sixth one was Ellis, seeing these two relaxed, filled him with warmth and he brought them a jug of water with two cups. So they can hydrate, when they wake up.

Then there was Elbert. He was confused about this sight, a bit overwhelmed about the situation, not wanting to bother them, but saw how the blanket was messy and almost on the ground, he fixed it carefully and then quickly left the room.

The eighth one to find these two napping together was Victor, who was in such a delight, that he needed to remind himself to be calm and quiet. But luckily he just finished baking some sweets and put down a bowl with fresh and sweet smelling cookies.

The last one was Jude, who was angrily cursing and opened the door with such strength, that they both woke up. When Florence cursed back he just said: "Huh? Go to ya room to sleep, how should I know that y'all are crashing here?"

With that the both are now awake, they heard Kate came outside of the door, discussing with Jude angrily and when she was finished the entered the door with a smile, still having some of the redness on her cheeks, caused by her anger. She had a tray with tea and together they enjoyed the late afternoon, talking about the little things, the other crown member left behind.

[realrogerhours]

you guys liked it when i posted a lil guy so you get this one as well

[innerslumber]

Lost But Found

Bucky shrugged Steve's hand off his shoulder and tried to get up but his legs wouldn’t co-operate. His whole body felt heavy with random bursts of pain shooting through his synapses. The interior lights were too bright and while the quinjet was quieter than almost anything except a Wakandan aircraft, it still emanated noises that his super soldier ears could pick up. It was all too much. Bucky curled his body toward the wall and tried to make himself as small as possible. “Bucky-” “No, Steve,” Bucky groaned, his voice barely a whisper. “I can’t do this right now.”

Read The Fic Here.

Rating: Teen

Square: I4 "Failed Mission". September adoptable. @allcapsbingo

Tags: Not IW Canon Compliant, Team Cap and Bucky, PTSD, Dissociation, Angst with a Happy Ending.

Summary: Bucky dissociates and loses time/memory to his trauma.

[sassypossum]

I shall now be publishing the most embarrassingly indulgent Steve Rogers content because that man can have my body and soul...thank you for coming to my TED talk

[delta-pavonis]

Fic: Another Song (a Dreamling RENT AU)

Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Rated E || in progress Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - RENT, the Dreamling-as-RENT AU that no one asked for but Christmas made me do, takes place during the AIDS epidemic in NYC in the early-mid 1990s, Calliope/Dream (discussed), this fic is full of motherfucking artists, and they definitely don't have a dollar, gratuitous use of lines from RENT, because why be creative when you can steal from a genius like Jonathan Larson, HIV/AIDS Crisis, characters with HIV/AIDS, implied/referenced suicide, idiots in love, getting together, lives of queer starving artists in NYC early in the AIDS crisis and all the associated bullshit about money that goes with it

Read the first three chapters on AO3

Dream just hums as he sits on the piano bench, tracing his fingers over the keys. He doesn’t press down, not on a single one. Not a single chord, a single note, comes to him. As it has been for months, his mind is silent. Empty. He pulls the fallboard out and covers the keyboard before he thunks his forehead down onto its well-worn top. The ever-present song of the East Village rattles and thumps and siren-wails through the windows and walls of the old factory building. Melodies of people, rhythms of restlessness, tempo of art, harmonies of life.

[thwackk]

panel redraw + the captains meet and go to the mall.

[optimistictalia]

more loki and stoki bc I can’t get enough of them!!!!!!!!

happy loki trailer day ig…. if you celebrate…..

[rmngers]

understand

by keshi

She's waking up from a nap, raising her head from a couch that's too soft to be hers, she notes. She's in an unfamiliar house, but it seems... warm, soft, definitely lived in, the kind of aura that brings to mind wood coloured like her shed back in Ohio, before everything happened; chocolate chip cookies and milk, a hazy, golden-tinted filter like a lullaby cast over it. It's ornamented by things like a piano left open, the page of a score on it lazily flipping as the wind wafts through the house, and there's a shopping list written in loopy, classic handwriting left on the table. It knocks the breath out of her, seeing all these things that seem so achingly ordinary, that it feels like she's slipped into a fever dream, one she'll wake up from any moment. 

She turns, and her heart stills so abruptly it scares her, because Steve's on the other side of the couch, his steady presence one she didn't detect- how could she have- ? She'd be dead by now, if it were anyone else, hell, if he'd had other motives.

But those thoughts dissolve away into the back of her mind as they lock eyes, because, who is she kidding, it's Steve, and in this moment, he looks so... serene, that little twinkle in his eye. Like he'd been waiting for her to see it, the hazy glow of a lamp resting on his cheek.

That's all it takes. 

There it is again, flooding her chest, again, all warmth and mush and something else that makes her heart hum with satisfaction-- and it's the first time in years, illogical, catastrophic, feeling it before she can even put it into words. 

He smiles, like he knows. 

He always does. 

It's the sort of thing she's never had to communicate to him, because somehow one look at her and he just understands. Pretty laughable, what with all her steel walls and barbed wires, when she just feels like a glass onion whenever it happens. It's probably one of the things she loves the most about him.

Loves about him.

Loves.

She blinks slowly, and it's like a million scenarios flash through the house where they're seated, snatches of toothy grins, a hand brushing away the wetness on her cheek, which should be the first indication it's not real, but she can't stop them coming-- her throwing her head back and laughing as he chases her under some trees, the sun slidding between the leaves dancing on her feet as she runs; little girls scattering flowers on the floor as she walks down the aisle, and he's grinning all the way down the other side; lips locking with his as he grabs her, chuckling, and she almost hears the roar of faceless friends and family in the church pews; holding onto a key together, sweaty fingers hastily unlocking a door and bursting through it when it opens, laughing at the space, the empty floor only boosting her spirits as she starts thinking about furniture; on a street faintly lit by the dingy lampposts that flicker like they're about to fizzle out, and he's got her right hand in his, her other hand over her tummy-- it's subtle, but she's starting to show.

She swallows. 

It's weird, the little spark in her chest. Usually it's an ache, one that grows as her eyes fall and she lets the thoughts wither. 

Maybe there's something about this place, because the scenes are staying in her head, her chest, swirling around as she blinks. Savouring them as she turns them round and round and round.

It's stupid. It feels like hope.

Suddenly, Steve shakes his head, a little wake-up call, and Natasha snaps out of it too, only just realising her right arm's heavier than normal, bandaged and wrapped. Details of the battle flood back, and the last thing she remembers was the enhanced twin running as she turned, red wisps floating from her fingers. 

"We're laying low here. I hope your arm's okay, I tried my best, but clearly, I'm no Dr Cho," he says, eyeing your bandage and grimacing slightly. 

Natasha swallows, dry lips parting. "Where are we?" She asks.

"Oh, I..." He rubs the nape of his neck. "My apartment. It was the closest, so..." He shakes his head as he looks around. "It's a mess, nothing much, but... it's home." 

"It's nice."

[sleepybobeepy]

agere Queen moodboard❤️❤️❤️

[terrorpenned]

It's not the children she comes to save. It's their father.

4 / 87 / Saving Mr. Banks ( 2013 ) / 2 / Jane Eyre XXVII / 62 / The Sound of Music (1965) / 617 / Jane Eyre XXVII / 20 / 87

[bbqphantom]

That drawing meme from last year but make it Roger St Hammond from hit TV show The Interceptors

[damconcha]

and what if i go through my 3k+ op edits on tiktok, compile a giant list of them and scream about them into the void what then

[realrogerhours]