"i am looking respectfully 👀" is just girl talk for like "i want to motorboat your humongous tits"

a video compilation of me attempting to do anything

I have tears literally everywhere I haven’t laughed this hard in so long. Who thought of this, I want to marry them and shake their hands 

#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

#when is chris evans not steve rogers though

#when casting is perfect I begin to wonder about Marvel #do they secretly grow these people on farms #let them loose on the world for a while to establish lives #and then cast them as the role they were grown for

I have

no idea

what you’re

talking about

i do believe this is my fifth time reblogging this

apart form sebastian though he goes from this to this

seb’s the weird cousin

@justaweirdthoughtstuff

This is amazing oml

Seb’s the fanboy they grew to connect with the audience

@snowyseba This explains everything!

I’ve only seen this post in screenshots on pinterest. I love it.

I think you missed the other fanboy…

Love this

Everybody says Seb isn’t like Bucky… but he IS. He’s Bucky without a mask on. Bucky’s always wearing some sort of mask. Even around Steve. Seb is what Bucky would be like if he’d had the chance to just ~be~.

UH THIS

Um we’re forgetting someone…

ITS FINALLY ON MY DASH YESSS

Not to forget our “Wizard”:

Aldjaksnana

I’ve found it. I’ve found the perfect post.

it’s on my dash jdnckdmd

these dorks lmaoo

I love everyone omg they’re all so amazing???

YES

Don’t forget

Chris looks so hot in that first gif set

Omg I found THE original post! Holy shit I’ve only ever seen screenshots of this!

This post pops up on my dash every few months and I will never not reblog it.

This is too good to not reblog

Everybody see this, this is the quality trash I came to Tumblr in the first place.

Also

This post is ALMOST perfect, but we’re forgetting someone:

Jeez, this is beautiful.

I FOUND IT

Hello mom yes I’m fine just here doing Very Important Things

I’m sure I reblogged this a few months earlier but well, it’s been months. So….. there you go!

I love all of this 😍😍

She’s Got A Friend (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst and nongraphic “off page” minor character deaths 

Summary: Happy endings are a matter of perspective. At some point in every story, there will always be some glorious, shining moment of hope, love, redemption, success. No good story is complete without it.

And if you end the story then, if you end it on a high, you can almost forget that anything came after that.

Notes: Hospital AU for @captainscanadian​ 1k follower writing challenge! I have taken the “Hospital” in hospital AU rather liberally to mean a field hospital in WW2. I thought I’d try a bit of a different writing style for this. Let me know what you think.

The condolences came in the mail only a few days after the official notification arrived on her doorstep from the mouth of some general or another.

She didn’t bother to remember the man’s name, and why should she? He wouldn’t remember her brother’s, let alone hers.

It was hard to stem the tide of her anger in the face of a man so visibly faking his sympathy for her pain. It was harder still to unleash her anger on him; she pitied him almost as much as he faked pitying her. It was just before sunset, and she was his sixteenth stop of the day, with a further 5 to go before he got off that night.

She imagined that, at some point, months ago, he had cared. He had sympathized and cried with grieving widows and orphaned children. No doubt, he had written them letters and checked on their wellbeing, asked after their emotions and made sure they were well. No more. He’d grown numb to the pain his presence inflicted, and with it less sympathetic to the plight of those around him.

By the time he reached her door, by the time he said “Ma’am, we have received word that your brother’s plane was shot down over Occupied France last week. His body has been recovered from the wreckage and will be on route home at the earliest possible date,” to her, he didn’t mean the “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this news. Your brother died a hero, and if there is anything I can do to ease your pain, it would be my honor to do so in his memory,” that followed.

The nameless general had never met her brother. He called every soldier a hero when he met their families, whether it was true or not. If they asked him about how their loved one died, or if they began to cry on his shoulder, he had a practiced speech about how their son or brother or husband had died fighting, died bravely, died to save the lives of millions, died to protect them all.

(Y/n) knew all of that because, even though she didn’t remember his name, she remembered his face. They’d met before. It wasn’t the first time he’d knocked on her door. He was the same general who had come to inform her of her father’s tragic end a few months prior. The general hadn’t remembered her father’s name either, nor hers.

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Loki’s Cell

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Summary:  After the events in New york, Thor comes back for your help.  He knows it’s a long shot especially after what happened.

Pairings:  Loki, female reader

Warnings:  Language, depression, anger, grief of a death, confused feelings, attraction you can’t explain.

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I could hear the familiar sound of Thor and the Bi-frost on the rooftop, it sent a slight tremor through the Tower. It’d been a little over two months since the incident, crews were already in full swing repairing the Tower, a few members of the team had scattered to the winds for the moment.  Steve was still milling about as was Tasha, but everyone else was gone. Tony barely left his room, planning some massive whirlwind vacation, Banner hightailed it to the unknown, Clint was in his full swing disappearance act. 

I had nowhere to go, no home, no family, I just tried to get through every day the best I could. Fury would send me out on missions when needed but most of the time, I just trained alone in a mostly deserted building surrounded by people in a city that seemed torn on whether I was a hero or a villain.  Eventually, I stopped leaving the Tower altogether except under orders by Fury, even then I was reluctant.

I was in the middle of a heavy kickboxing regimen when Thor came stomping into the gym still in his battle gear, he hadn’t been back to Earth since taking Loki away from me and home to Asgard.

“Lady Y/n, I need your assistance.” Thor’s voice booming through the gym from behind me. I took off my gloves and sat on the floor panting, sweat running off my body.

“Well hello to you too Thunder Boy,” he was annoying but he had a way about him that made you want to smile or punch him, my jury was still out on that one.  These words were the first I’d spoken aloud in weeks.

“Forgive me,” he bowed slightly. “but the pleasantries must wait, it’s Loki.” He watched as my eyes closed and my breath hitched, my whole body froze at the sound of his name. My heart skipped a beat, I wanted nothing more than to smile thinking about those gorgeous eyes, but it’d be wrong.  What he’d done, what he put people through, even if it wasn’t his fault. Why did I want to smile so badly just thinking of him?

“Please, I need you to come with me. I know you’re the only one who can help.” He took a few steps forward-leaning down on one knee putting a finger under my chin lifting my head willing me to open my eyes. “He’s suffering, all he did, in the beginning, was scream your name, now he just sits and stares at the wall. He doesn’t sleep or eat, he won’t talk with me or Frigga, please.  I know what he did was terrible, but he’s still my brother Y/n.” My eyes fluttered open scanning the worry in his own eyes, it made me sigh, my shoulders slumped and I dropped my head.

“Out of one battle and straight into another,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper but the way he moved, the small twitch on his lips shown he’d heard me.

He was seriously sitting there pleading with me to come to Asgard. Odin locked Loki in prison for New York, did Loki tell him the truth?  Did Loki tell him of the torture, the mind control?

“Please he hasn’t eaten or slept in weeks, hasn’t uttered a word at all. He just sits there as if he’s waiting to die.” Thor was worried.

He knew there was something unspoken between Loki and me, he noticed the way Loki never tried to turn me with the scepter the way he had Clint, Selvig, and others.  He never harmed me the way he had the rest of the team, Loki even killed Chitari that had got too close to me for his liking. He saw the way we both looked at each other, how willing Loki was to surrender to me in the end. 

The begging and pleading I’d tried to do with Hulk to keep him from harming Loki.  The way Loki’s eyes followed me almost lovingly, the delicate way I touched him placing him in the restraints and the muzzle.  It was almost as if the fates were intervening and brought the two of us together in the darkest of times just to find the light.

The silent tears that slipped down my cheek as I watched him leave with Thor. Thor explained Heimdall had shown him how much I suffered in torment after they left. How I cried for days locked in my room unable to function grasping for answers why I felt so strongly towards Loki, why I felt the need to save him.  He showed Thor the conversation Loki had with me while in Bruce’s glass cage. How he Loki needed us, puny Mortals, to come together to fight what was coming.  

He didn’t want to do any of this, he was being forced to, the more he fought against it the more pain it caused him. Loki screamed and yelled because he didn’t understand why he was telling a mewling quim of a Midgardian any of this. It was at Stark Tower when he finally saw me using my powers that he understood the attraction. It wasn’t Tony that stopped the flood of Chitari coming through the portal, it was me, showing the world who I really was that stopped it all.

Wave after wave of Chitari and their ships poured out of the portal, I took one last terrified look at Loki and Thor before I showed my true self.  My wings unfolded, and the fire sprang to life around me, my whole appearance changed.  I flew up into the sky downing every alien and ship in my sight before focusing a blast equivalent to 4 nuclear warheads into the portal destroying almost everything on the other side before it closed.  I swept across the city ridding it of the rest of the Chitari beside Tony, Steve and the others leaving them in shock and fear in some.  When I thought they could handle the few stragglers I headed straight for the Tower to find Hulk pummeling Loki into the floor.  

I screamed and begged him to stop as I changed back to the way I’d appeared to all of them before.  The sweet but deadly agent that Coulson vowed up and down for, the woman he doted on and loved like a daughter. Hulk didn’t want to but something I hope it was a small part of Banner could see my pain, he stopped and walked away.  I ran to Loki and knelt beside him, my fingers running lightly across his wounds.  He stared at me in awe and confusion, I’d ousted myself to the world and yet instead of running and hiding there, I knelt beside him as if he was the only thing that mattered.  

The rest of the team showed up to find me tending to his wounds as he sat on the stairs near the bar.  They were all ready for a fight only to find him as compliant as a soft kitten in my hands.  He would only answer if I was the one to speak, only did as I asked.  No one knew what to do or say, but Thor and Loki knew where I’d come from, they knew what my kind was capable of.  

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kinship {loki odinson}

gif credit: go-fandom-imagines

pairing: loki odinson x female! reader

summary: loki never thought that he’d defend, let alone protect, a midgardian. but after seeing you, in your most vulnerable states, he made it his mission to look after you. loosely based on this song. 

warnings: some hints of violence (nothing too graphic), blood, and like one bad word. also when the characters say “kid” to you, it’s nothing age wise it’s just something i feel they’d call you yk.

notes: i’m in my loki feels ya’ll know the drill i just miss this man. also ik some of u ladies don’t have long hair i’m sorry! i’m having a little trouble making the words fit and stuff so please give me tips on how to improve!

Broken Pieces (3/3)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of the mission.

Warnings: Cursing, dad Steve, Allusions to smut but no actual smut, mentions of labor pains… Tell me if I miss any.

Word Count: 5247

A/n: Here it is my first complete series!! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing this. The picture is some what of how I imagined the table.

SERIES MASTERLIST     MAIN MASTERLIST

Picture not mine.

PART 1    PART 2

With his hands on his waist and a scowl on his face he watches the dumb robot place the glass on the table and does something to it to fix it in place.

Max and Lana are sitting on the couch, a piece of pizza in both their hands as they eat while watching. Sam sits on the adjacent couch with both his 5 year old twin son and daughter on each of their father’s leg, sipping from their tetra pack juice Steve had got for them.

“I want a Robo” Ryan whispers

“Me too!” Rachel shoots up and Sam winches as she bounces on his leg before climbing down and running towards the thing, her brother right behind her

Steve smirks as he turns to Sam who sighs

“Ask Papa, this is Uncle Tony’s, Papa will know where to get you the same one” Sam says as Steve raises his eyebrows at him and Sam whispers so only Steve can hear “He doesn’t cook dinner and then runs away, he sure is getting to deal with this robo thing”

“Good” Steve nods smirking “I’m completely on board”

“Dad, when is Papa gonna be home?” The children are now on Sam’s feet

“Soon” he says but before he can add anything the robot makes an announcement

“Mr. Rogers, the work here is done, Mr. Stark asks me to tell you that there is no need for a spare piece of glass now. His inventions are better than you in this regard”

Steve grits his teeth and Sam barks out a laugh just as Steve picks up a pillow and throws it at the leaving robot. The pillow hits its back, having no effect as the machine goes out of the front door.

“Where did he go?” Rachel asks as she looks at the main entrance of the house from where the machine leaves

“I have no idea” Sam says, looking the same way “Shouldn’t you like make sure it gets to Tony?”

“Its great enough to permanently fix the table, its great enough to get where ever its going on its own”

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Haven't laughed and almost cried so hard at a story before 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Strangers in the Night - Part 4

Bucky BarnesxF!Reader

Warnings: suicidal thoughts; depression; mentions insomnia; highly emotional; self doubt; strangling; bleeding out

Context: you’ve been through hell and you’re sick of everything. With nothing left to loose and feeling so completely depressed you find yourself by a river, with one thought on your mind until a certain stranger comes along, hoping to change your mind.

It had been several weeks where you had spent every night at the river bank with Bucky. Each night, the two of you talked, consoled one another and, most of the time, fell asleep staring into each other’s eyes. Tonight, the air biting and the moon lighting your way, you strolled towards the meeting place, excited to see Bucky again. Last night, Bucky had told you that he would be late this evening as he had to work late. His exact words were that he was on a mission and he’d be back late in the evening, but you weren’t 100% certain what that meant.

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"Thank you ma'am." Those three words, the three simple words that most children of any southern parent muttered and mumbled, had your mother crooning in admiration.

The 'thank you ma'am' had only furthered the idea in your parents heads that Bucky was the only man who could treat you with the respect and love that you deserved.

Your mother had a one-up on the church gossip, Prudence. Your mother could show Bucky off as your superhero boyfriend, rub it in Prudence's face that your boyfriend was better than her daughters.

Your father would thank Bucky in his own way for helping fix up that old 43' Ford truck that had been sitting since you turned 15. It was only by Bucky’s helpful hand that the truck had even been fixed and set proper.

And your sister...

"It'll hurt most for her." Your throat tightened at the thought of it.

Your sister fell for Bucky's blue eyed charm, amazed that nothing she could say or do could embarrass the super soldier. He took his time with all of them, but he took the most time with your sister.

He would listen to every question she had, every statement and remark, even going as far as to tell some of the embracing stories from his and Steve's childhood.

Bucky told your family things even you hadn't known. He had showed you a side of himself that you didn't know existed.

"The threat is over, Bucky. It's time to go back.." The sullen words had a stinging effect. "And when we're back in New York, I'll tell my family the news."

The time you'd spent in your small hometown, the time you'd spent being in a fake relationship with Bucky had felt so real.

When he held your hand at the town fair so you wouldn't get separated from him, the long walks around your parents farm to check on the animals before bed, it all felt real.

It felt as though it could've been your reality.

"It'll break more hearts than mine." You faced him, looked at him head on with real, genuine tears threatening to roll down your cheeks.

This was the hardest thing you had ever had to do.

♡♡ ♡♡

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She’s Got A Friend (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst and nongraphic “off page” minor character deaths 

Summary: Happy endings are a matter of perspective. At some point in every story, there will always be some glorious, shining moment of hope, love, redemption, success. No good story is complete without it.

And if you end the story then, if you end it on a high, you can almost forget that anything came after that.

Notes: Hospital AU for @captainscanadian​ 1k follower writing challenge! I have taken the “Hospital” in hospital AU rather liberally to mean a field hospital in WW2. I thought I’d try a bit of a different writing style for this. Let me know what you think.

The condolences came in the mail only a few days after the official notification arrived on her doorstep from the mouth of some general or another.

She didn’t bother to remember the man’s name, and why should she? He wouldn’t remember her brother’s, let alone hers.

It was hard to stem the tide of her anger in the face of a man so visibly faking his sympathy for her pain. It was harder still to unleash her anger on him; she pitied him almost as much as he faked pitying her. It was just before sunset, and she was his sixteenth stop of the day, with a further 5 to go before he got off that night.

She imagined that, at some point, months ago, he had cared. He had sympathized and cried with grieving widows and orphaned children. No doubt, he had written them letters and checked on their wellbeing, asked after their emotions and made sure they were well. No more. He’d grown numb to the pain his presence inflicted, and with it less sympathetic to the plight of those around him.

By the time he reached her door, by the time he said “Ma’am, we have received word that your brother’s plane was shot down over Occupied France last week. His body has been recovered from the wreckage and will be on route home at the earliest possible date,” to her, he didn’t mean the “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this news. Your brother died a hero, and if there is anything I can do to ease your pain, it would be my honor to do so in his memory,” that followed.

The nameless general had never met her brother. He called every soldier a hero when he met their families, whether it was true or not. If they asked him about how their loved one died, or if they began to cry on his shoulder, he had a practiced speech about how their son or brother or husband had died fighting, died bravely, died to save the lives of millions, died to protect them all.

(Y/n) knew all of that because, even though she didn’t remember his name, she remembered his face. They’d met before. It wasn’t the first time he’d knocked on her door. He was the same general who had come to inform her of her father’s tragic end a few months prior. The general hadn’t remembered her father’s name either, nor hers.

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Soft Touch, Tough Soldier.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) X Reader

Summary You don’t have a life of your own anymore. You are theirs. Just as much as he is. Despite the horror you both live in, you find each other.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: angst, reference to torture, reference to violence, brainwashing, implied smut.

A/N: This is my submission for tricia’s1kchallenge (the outstanding @tilltheendwilliwrite). Thank you for allowing me to participate T., and for helping me so much with this one. You rock! I adore you. Congrats on the milestone, you deserve it all. I got prompt 9.  “I have to go, but I don’t want to leave you.” English is not my first language. I feel like this differs a bit of what I’ve written before, so I really, really would love to hear from you guys. Xo.  

Source for timeline: http://marvelcinematicuniverse.wikia.com/wiki/Timeline

Source for Romanian: Google Translator and @morningriseghost who so kindly messaged me. 

Gif not mine. 

Washington, DC. Apparently this was going to be your new home for a while. At least it was what you had heard some of them saying. Not that it matter in any way, not that you were allowed to leave the constricting walls of whatever shitty facility they chose to operate.

You didn’t have a choice. You wish you could even remember what it felt like to walk on the street of a city, to feel the air around you, to listen to the mix of noises showing the place was alive, that you were alive… But you couldn’t. You didn’t have a life of your own anymore. You were theirs. Just as much as he was.

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peek

there’s nothing purer or better than how much kids enjoy being picked up and then hurled at soft surfaces

anyone who’s ever been around kids for ay meaningful amount of time should know exactly how much kids long to be hefted up and then just fuckin tossed! it’s so good! they’re so excited to get fucking tossed around like a sack of potatoes it’s so pure

Why do kids love it so much? Like I remember when I was a kid at diving practice during the summer, the best part was when one if the coaches would toss you into the deep end. And in gymnastics coaches would toss us into the foam pit. Do kids just have a evolutionary urge to die?

https://themilitarywifeandmom.com/why-kids-wont-listen/

“Vestibular sense provides information about where the body is in relation to its surroundings. This is the sense that helps you understand balance, and it connects with all the other senses.

When the vestibular system does not develop properly all other senses will struggle to function properly. Without a strong vestibular sense, kids will have no choice but to fidget, get frustrated, experience more falls and aggression, get too close to people when talking, and struggle with focusing and listening. Because they literally cannot help it.”

“Here are a few ways to support your child’s vestibular sense:

Yeeting kids, spinning them, flipping them upside down, tossing them in the air, and otherwise disrupting their balance temporarily, is Important For Their Development, specifically for their vestibular sense.

Kids love this because they NEED it.

In other words: Don’t forget to calibrate your child’s GPS!

YEET THE CHILD FOR THEIR HEALTH

Hi! Paediatric Occupational Therapist here who yeets children into pillows for a living. It’s actually more than the vestibular system! It’s also giving them proprioception, which is the feeling of your joints and muscles / where your body is in space! 

We all seek proprioceptive input, leaning against walls, pushing against the steering wheel when driving, giving your body a squeeze to wake yourself up, the list goes on! When we ‘crash’ kids into soft things like pillows or beds, we’re waking their bodies up AND calming their bodies down! In other words, getting them into this super nice zone of “just right” regulation. 

When I see a child who is bouncing off the walls and can’t seem to stand still for more than a few seconds? I start wrestling with them, crashing them into pillows, giving their body the right amount of input they need to feel good and organised. And suddenly, this kid is able to sit and play attentively or do their handwriting practice. It’s amazing! If you want to know more about why the vestibular and proprioceptive systems are awesome at making your body feel good, google those two words (and sensory processing) and read through some occupational therapy websites! 

Side note: As adults, does your body ever feel jittering/jiggly/wiggly/like it needs to move or calm down but you just can’t figure out why? That’s your sensory system saying Hey! I need to feel differently in order to function better! Here’s what you can do:

Long story short, everyone has a sensory system and we all use regulation strategies like the ones listed above to help make our body feel better. So if you ever see someone (especially kids!) fidgeting and having a hard time focusing, maybe suggest something from the list above!

Are you telling me that push ups are the cure for ADHD leg bounce?

Push-ups have always been the cure for the ADHD leg bounce but for some reason no one wants to hear it.

Saying you don't see color robs groups of their identity, experience, plight, beauty, and strength. Saying you're color blind means you can't address racism in all its tentacled infrastructure — because you can't address what you aren't willing to see.

How the public sees Avatar Aang

What he really is

I see Cabbage Man is back on his anti-Avatar propaganda.