just tossing another lil starter call out there as I continue to get this blog up and running. alternatively, if you have an open starter on your blog that you’d like me to answer, feel free to lmk!

feathersofvibranium​:

If there were ever a poorly-kept secret of Steve’s, its the fact that, when it comes to movies, he’s more or less the world’s biggest softie. Happy tears, sad tears. . . you name them, he’s cried them at most emotionally-charged movies. Thankfully, friends like Sam don’t do anything but lightheartedly rib him about it in a way that makes a warm, fuzzy little feeling of belonging bloom in his chest.

But even lighthearted ribbing isn’t enough to disguise the fact that, today, Steve’s lack of restful sleep is finally catching up with him in a big way. “I know---I get that stuff like that doesn’t just. . . go away.” It’s been pretty repeatedly, if gently, drilled into his skull by the therapist he’s started seeing as well as Sam. “But just. . . I thought that once I started getting help, those old nightmares wouldn’t be as frequent. They’re---it’s every night, lately.” He lets out a long sigh that seems to deflate him from the very core of his being. “And I don’t know why.”

mamabarnes​:

Steve had backed up a couple steps when he had seen Mrs. Barnes with her head turned, calling for one of Bucky’s sisters. Now that she had caught sight of him though, he grinned, showing off a fresh gap where one of his front teeth had been until recently. “Hi, Mrs. Barnes,” he said. Then, remembering half of why he was there in the first place, he held up the covered plate of some of his Ma’s best cookies. “Ma wanted me to bring these over to thank you for your help the other day,” he said. The other half of why he was there was, of course, to see whether Bucky was able to come out and play, but his Ma’s voice was in the back of his head, reminding him of his manners. “Can I help out with anything?” he asked.

It wasn’t that Steve was trying to be sneaky or covert, per se. Trying to do a nice thing for someone he had an immense crush on without having to interact directly with them and thus risk unveiling said unyielding crush? Now that was more accurate. Coffee and muffin from her favorite spot in hand, Steve was in her office, about to set said items down on the desk and then beat a hasty retreat when the lights flickered on over his head. His gaze immediately jumped to the door, where Bobbi was now standing. A sheepish smile spread across his face. “I swear I’m not in your office for any nefarious reasons,” he said, holding up the coffee and muffin as proof. “Just. . . snack-related ones?”

feathersofvibranium​:

Steve makes an exaggeratedly wounded noise and face to accompany it, a laugh following soon after. Keyed up and frustrated though he still is, he finds it hard to stay too tense in Sam’s presence. His nose does scrunch up in equally feigned offense when Sam continues to speak. “Okay, when have I ever cried at a rom-com, first of all,” he starts. Last week. It was last week that you did that, Steve. “Second of all, it’s more a ‘I might break every sandbag in every gym in a 20 mile radius’ situation. Basically, I’m taking preventative measures.”

Some of the humor slides off his face and he rubs the back of his neck. “I’m just. . .” He blows out a sharp sigh. “I’m so damn tired, Sam.”

“Long time no see, Doctor Jones,” Steve joked from where he sat on the exam table when he saw her walk in. It was exceedingly rare that Steve came off a mission for anything other than recon and was able to be cleared by medical with little more than a once-over. He’d been patched up rudimentarily, but it was clear the Captain was a bit worse for the wear. Nothing that wouldn’t heal up as quickly as was his norm, but the way he held himself was indicative of him taking a few harder hits to the torso. The knuckles on his right hand also looked rough. 

hello hello! holy wow, it’s been awhile. life has been. . . a lot lately. but things have stabilized to the point where rp is now manageable and desirable for me to return to! this is the good news.

the bad news (kind of bad news kind of not, i guess) is that i’ve been gone and not writing for so long that the thing that makes the most sense to me to do right now is to completely make a fresh start. and by fresh start, i mean dropping all my threads. like, all of them. this doesn’t mean i don’t want to write with any of my partners whose threads i dropped. on the contrary! i very much want to write with you! please hit me up! 

in the meantime, i will be revamping this blog and my multi as well as writing starters (maybe? we’ll see how it goes) and blocking the ridiculous surge of p0rn bots in my follower list!