I feel like the Samsteve and Stucky ship wars goes something like this: 

'your ship is a BROTP'

'no YOUR ship is a BROTP’

'no YOURS' 

NO IT’S YOURS

fuckyeahpepperony:

mymarysunshine:

A STRONG FEMALE LEAD AND A MAN WHO IS WOUNDED AND BROKEN AND LOOKS AT HER LIKE THE SUN I WANT TWENTY 

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Okay but your ot3 going through a haunted house

sirsquidfish-thefirst:

- who’s in the front, who’s in the middle, and who’s in the back
- who acts like it’s not going to be a big deal but actually screams at the top of their lungs when someone in the group’s hand brushes their arm
- who’s scared about going in but they’re the only one who keeps their cool
- who keeps narrating their adventure in a deep voice as they wander through the haunted house
- and, of course, who loses their shoe as they run out of the attraction

howls-moving-asshole:

Yesterday a man came into my work, all scruffy and dirty with a big backpack on his shoulders, and as he was leaving I told him to stay dry because it’s been raining almost none stop for a few days. 
He stopped and turned around and laughed, and then he showed me his new shoes that he just bought and said “I’ve been walking the perimeter of the United States; these shoes will last me another month, rain or sunshine.”
We talked for a bit and he told me about how he’s walking around the perimeter of the entire U.S. to raise awareness and money for the homeless. He told me about some things he’s seen and the places he’s been so far. Before he left, he gave me a big smile, said “God be with you,” and walked out the door with the happiest strut I’ve ever seen. 
He started off in Virginia and made it all the way down here to Florida on foot, and he’s still got a long way to go. He was very kind and very optimistic. 
I’ve never met someone like him before, so I want to try and spread him and his effort here on tumblr. 
He isn’t very popular yet, but I really want to try to spread his word and raise awareness of the homelessness issue here in the U.S., and try to help him raise money for this cause. 
His name is Leroy Bailey and if you want to follow him around the U.S. his facebook is here. 
I didn’t get a photo of him so I took this one from his facebook

howls-moving-asshole:

Yesterday a man came into my work, all scruffy and dirty with a big backpack on his shoulders, and as he was leaving I told him to stay dry because it’s been raining almost none stop for a few days. 

He stopped and turned around and laughed, and then he showed me his new shoes that he just bought and said “I’ve been walking the perimeter of the United States; these shoes will last me another month, rain or sunshine.”

We talked for a bit and he told me about how he’s walking around the perimeter of the entire U.S. to raise awareness and money for the homeless. He told me about some things he’s seen and the places he’s been so far. Before he left, he gave me a big smile, said “God be with you,” and walked out the door with the happiest strut I’ve ever seen. 

He started off in Virginia and made it all the way down here to Florida on foot, and he’s still got a long way to go. He was very kind and very optimistic. 

I’ve never met someone like him before, so I want to try and spread him and his effort here on tumblr. 

He isn’t very popular yet, but I really want to try to spread his word and raise awareness of the homelessness issue here in the U.S., and try to help him raise money for this cause. 

His name is Leroy Bailey and if you want to follow him around the U.S. his facebook is here

I didn’t get a photo of him so I took this one from his facebook

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I wasn’t happy with the original Punk!Tony Stark I had done so I finally just reinked it and redrew entire parts of it all together. I need to quit drawing people wearing shoes I wish I had. Tony those shoes are not work shoes.

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I wasn’t happy with the original Punk!Tony Stark I had done so I finally just reinked it and redrew entire parts of it all together. I need to quit drawing people wearing shoes I wish I had. Tony those shoes are not work shoes.

peardita:

bonusvampirus:

ororosmunroe:

zarabithia:

ororosmunroe:

tastyrepulsorboots:

I just want Sam to be really convinced that Steve is in love with him right up until Steve kisses Bucky and/or Tony in front of him

and then he’s just like, “….WHAT.”

and Steve’s all like, “Oh… I thought you’d be okay with this, I—”

"NO. I mean, YES. I am okay with it, but YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH ME."

"Uh… no? I mean I love you man, but, uh…"

"WHAT."

Sam shot up from the bed, trying to catch his breath. 

He looked his left and saw a body. It was Steve. He started to calm down. It was all just a dream. 

" Sam…?" Steve woke up groggily. Seeing Sam clearly distressed he woke up quickly. He sat up and put his hand over Sam’s. 

" Sam? What’s wrong?" 

" You…were kissing someone else…said that you didn’t…weren’t in love with me…" The sadness in his voice broke Steve’s heart. 

" Oh Sam." Steve gently took him into arms, and kissed his forehead. " It was a just a nightmare. i could never do something like that to someone. Least of all to you. You’re it for me." 

" I know…it just seemed so real…"

" Yeah, but it’s all over now. Come on let’s go back to sleep. I want both of us to be rested when I kick your butt during our morning run in few hours."

Sam smiled as he shook his head.

" It’s like that old man?"

" Oh it’s definitely like that flyboy." 

Steve relaxed when he felt Sam chuckle. 

" I’m gonna beat you one day Steve you just we wait."

Steve laughed a little himself, ” Whatever you say Sam.” 

Sam laid back on to his pillow, his smile growing wide when he felt Steve tighten his grip.

" Sam?"

" Yes Steve?"

" On your left." I love you

" On your right Steve." Sam turned his head and kissed him on the cheek.

The in sync rhythm of their hearts lulled them back to sleep as the ray of the moon hit the vibranium wedding band on Steve’s finger. 

The last thought Sam had before completely submerging back into slumber was a reminder write a thank you note to T’challa for the rare material. 

It was only right after all.  

It’s the next morning, after their run and Sam is feeling a lot better. So much so that Steve feels okay enough to pout in his general direction as they enter the apartment after the run. 

"You gotta let the bad dream go, Steve." 

Steve shoots him another pout as he opens the fridge. “But why is dream me such an asshole? I’m either kissing Tony - WHO I DON’T EVEN LIKE - or I’m unable to let go of my teenage boyfriend. In front of my husband and best friend,” Steve takes a drink of the milk they’d purchased last week from the farmer’s market and makes a face so strong that Sam wonders if it’s soured. 

No, that’s just Steve’s go-to face when talking about Tony Stark. Fair enough, Sam thinks, sometimes it’s hard to tell. 

"Look, I don’t know, we had a rough day  yesterday." 

Steve looks like he wants to argue, and then a look comes over his face. “Riley,” he says softly. “Yesterday was the anniversary of his death.” 

Sam likes to think he’s recovered a lot, and he has. But there are some things he just doesn’t like talking about, so the fact that Steve knows - the fact that he remembers something so important that Sam’s only mentioned once or twice - that’s incredibly sweet. 

But then, there are reasons why Sam agreed to marry this man. 

"Yeah," he admits, and he takes the orange jucie that Steve offers out to him. The Depression baby, always offering to make things better with food. Or drink that isn’t alcohol. "If I was counseling someone else, I’d say that the dream was probably a sign that I was worried that you were going to fall out of the sky someday and I’d be unable to catch you, too. Which is why my subconscious was making sit on the sidelines with an unrequited crush." 

"Which is silly," Steve scoffed. "Because first of all, have you ever had an unrequited crush? Who wouldn’t love you?" 

"Seventh grade," Sam admitted. "Todd Emerson. Thought my love of Marvin Gaye made me too ‘old-fashioned.’ Freshman year of college, Leila Taylor. Thought Bernie was a better kisser. Does that count as unrequited?" 

Steve just laughs as he pulls out the pans for breakfast. Sam hopes its eggs this time around; he does the best with the eggs. Sam opens up the freezer to pick out the sausage, as an incentive, because who eats sausage without eggs? 

"I guess I can’t be cranky about it anymore, since it was coming from a legitimate place," Steve says reluctantly as he moves to the fridge and gets the eggs out. "Though, if you ask me, the nightmare I had about Tony erasing my memories without my consent was much more realistic." 

Sam nods his agreement. “It really was.” 

The next time they go to the Avengers Tower Steve is openly glaring at Tony. It becomes apparent to everyone that there is a problem but no one spoke about it aloud. Natasha, who didn’t want to wait until later to find out, leans over to Sam and whispers.

" Okay what is going on? Why is Steve trying to laser holes into Starks head with his eyes?"

" I told him about a dream I had…he hasn’t been able to let just yet." Sam whispers back. Sam tells her about the dreams.  

"Oh boy."

" Yup." 

Thankfully it doesn’t escalate. It was just kind of awkward (Steve was just a little more handsy than usual…and glared silently at Tony during the entire meeting), when Sam and Steve walk out they do hear Pepper and Rhodey’s voices asking Tony what he did this time. 

The last thing they hear before the elevator doors close is, “…I DIDN’T TRY AND FLIRT WITH SAM!” 

"He asked if he could sketch me naked," Bucky said.

"I liked it when he sketched me naked!” Sam said. “It’s an extremely flattering picture of me. I have it framed in our bedroom.” 

Steve blushed and squirmed a little, not sure how he should respond. Making Sam look good hadn’t exactly been difficult, but he had put a lot of effort into that sketch. And he’d have been generous with Bucky, if Bucky had agreed all those years ago…

Bucky shrugged as if to say ‘To each his own,’ and moved on to the next of Steve’s apparently many flaws: “He has sex with his socks on.”

"He’d better," Sam said. "Sometimes I think his toes still haven’t quite thawed. He should keep them warm as much as he can." 

They’d been going on like this for ten minutes now. Bucky had shown up for dinner as planned, and he’d noticed immediately that Steve was being awkward. He’d asked why, Sam had told him, and Bucky had immediately assured Sam that Steve was all Sam’s. No reallyReally really. They’d broken up 75 years ago, and apparently Bucky could still remember every single thing Steve had ever done that annoyed him. 

Six months ago, Bucky couldn’t remember who Steve was. Now he remembered that Steve was overly fond of Christmas music and was a terrible driver. It was a miracle, really. 

"He feeds strays," Bucky said. "You’re going to have a thousand cats before you retire." 

Sam look at Steve and smiled.

"Our break-up was mutual, you know!” Steve said, glaring at Bucky playfully. “How would you like it if I had this talk with the people you’re interested in?” 

"You don’t even know who I’m interested in," Bucky said, smirking. 

"Of course I do. Everyone does. Even Tony worked it out.” Steve shrugged. “It makes sense, I guess. He’s got that whole mysterious brooding warrior thing going on and you’re into that, and she… Well. Your first crush was on Phillip Morgan. He had that beautiful long red hair… You’ve always had a type.”

Bucky blushed. “Alright,” he said quickly. “i’ll stop.” He looked at Sam and smiled. “I think I’ve made my point, anyway.” 

"Loud and clear," said Sam.

"I’m not going to kiss him." Bucky smirked. "Now Tony…” 

Stop!” Steve said, frowning. “Just stop.” 

#there’s more fic :D #happy-making fic is an excellent reaction to hate #HATERS NOT TO THE LEFT ‘CAUSE THAT’S WHERE STEVE GOES #so just fuck off somewhere i guess (via yuri-puppies)

HATERS NOT TO THE LEFT ‘CAUSE THAT’S WHERE STEVE GOES

omf I love everyone in this fandom you are all the best

STEVE/SAM GROUP HUG TIME GUYS, EVERYBODY BRING IT IN <3

theqovernor:

If you’re going through hell, keep going.

tamirthegreat:

therighthandofdoomcpn:

boxwithlid:

livid-righteousness-badgers:

justdaps:

nahchillhomebro:

summonermedirby:

I don’t think people give Flash enough credit.

…………….my goodness

He didn’t just rebuild an apartment building.

HE FUCKING LEARNED HOW TO BUILD AN APARTMENT BUILDING. HE DID FUCKING RESEARCH. IT TAKES SEVERAL GODDAMN YEARS TO LEARN ALL THE ENGINEERING AND LEGAL CONSTRAINTS OF BUILDING A FUCKING BUILDING AND JUST DID IT.

This is one of my favorite flash comics. It really highlights how the flash doesn’t just run really fast, but can do absolutely astounding things. I remember reading this for the first time and having my head explode. 

Flash rules.

Flash is actually really freaking awesome.

to quote Hal Jordan: “the fastest man alive was always late because he stopped to befriend the people he saved”

Barry Allen is a sweetheart

(Source: ifuckinghatevideogames)


I wasn’t in the right shape for Finnick for the audition. I had stubble and there was a picture of me at a premiere and everyone was like: who is this guy? He doesn’t even have blue eyes, let alone copper-coloured hair, a tan or a six pack. (x)

I wasn’t in the right shape for Finnick for the audition. I had stubble and there was a picture of me at a premiere and everyone was like: who is this guy? He doesn’t even have blue eyes, let alone copper-coloured hair, a tan or a six pack. (x)

(Source: leaveatrail)