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n e way i’m just here to say i skimmed the episode & this blog will not be what if…? friendly lmao

#what if spoilers // #the rush of seeing my boy for the first time in two years ….. ❤️ at what cost though #this ep just did not do it for me 😹 i was not empowered i felt nothing #but the exhilarating rush of emotion i always get when steve or bucky r on screen

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@falquin​:  Joaquin had been in the same room as Steve more times than he could count. Five years ago it had been him walking into that room by his counselor's request, sitting with a million words trapped in his head, longing to come out. Now, though? He walked into the room with a gourmet donut from the shop down the street, a newfound light in his eyes. "Damn, your birthday would be today, huh?" he asked, letting his head shake in disbelief as he extends the clear-topped box his way, leaning over to wrap an arm around him in a casual embrace. "Happy birthday, man! I, uh..." he started, motioning to the small '3' on one side of the red and blue frosting. "I said a hundred three, but I guess he didn't catch it all." Joaquin let out a chuckle, expression filled with joy, a little bit of embarrassment, and more gratitude than words could express.

#falquin #ask » letters. #I CARE THEY !!!!!!!!!!!

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@livingprophecy​:  sam has everything planned out: they sleep in and have brunch with sarah and the kids, and after some time spent relaxing (which they rarely got to do), he was pulling steve along to the docks. on the boat, already set up, was a picnic blanket, and sam carried the home cooked meal in his other hand. it was perfect; just a private moment between them. but that wasn’t it. sam pulled out the two boxes, handing the bigger of the two over first. a new pair of running shoes. “you said yours were starting to get worn out.” he explains with a grin, before handing over the smaller one. inside were two matching black bands with a small sensor in the middle. “they’re those long distance touch bracelets. sarah saw ‘em online somewhere, and i thought they’d be nice for while we’re on mission, y’know?” it was hard being apart, while sam was off running missions and steve was taking down hydra from the shadows. “it’s corny, i know — but we can’t always call. figured this would be a nice way to keep in contact.” sam grins, pressing a kiss against steve’s cheek. “happy birthday, steve. i love you.”

#livingprophecy #ask » letters. #posts this four days late but [INCOMPREHENSIBLE YELLING] #i love them

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Hey look ! It's Captain Propaganda !

CAPTAIN PROPAGANDA seen with RADICAL LEFTIST WINTER SOLDIER ??

#where's that post about the govt thinking bucky's still brainwashed/a communist bc he can't believe the US doesn't #have universal healthcare yet #damagedtoysoldier #crack » that is america's ass.

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@sensesdialed:  Peter honestly has no clue how Steve might react, but this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up, so the moment he gets the chance, the kid quickly presents the cake: it's decent enough, but the real important thing is the image on the front identical to a certain video, and the words 'So, it's your birthday' displayed in icing. "Happy birthday!" He exclaims, holding in laughter. "I, uh, I got you a real gift too! I swear."

there’s an audible groan when the surprise [ see: the reason why the kid’s been acting antsy all morning ] is revealed; god, if that’s not one of the things he wants to be least reminded of… but if there’s one upside, it’s that he gets to revel once more in the wonders of modern technology. seriously, they have the features of the photo all down pat, from the vibrant colour of the old suit to the stern look of disapproval on his face. “thanks, kid,” heaving an almost defeated sigh, “now where’s the real gift? i’m tired of this one already.” he jokes.

#sensesdialed #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #ask » letters. #he had to pay the bills somehow!

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@knowseverythingaboutyou:  “Happy Birthday.” Maria came to a stop next to Steve, offering him one of the ice cream cones she was holding. “They only had swirl left in the truck, so I hope you like both.” Wandering through the park during the summer practically demanded ice cream. And considering Steve had been buying her sandwiches, a cone was the least she could do. “You know, I kind of expected you to be spending today holed up somewhere avoiding the crowds. Not in the middle of them.”

funny how easy it can be to blend into the crowds, even on a day like this—maybe especially on a day like this. a hat pulled low over his face barely counts as a disguise by any measure, but it seems to do the trick for the most part, allowing him to take a stroll almost entirely undetected. the voice that comes from beside him only manages to startle him for a split second before recognition allows him to relax again. plucking the cone out of the other’s hands, steve offers a smile as a thank you. “it’s too nice of a day to stay cooped up inside,” a reasonable excuse, and evidently everyone else at central park thought so, taking in the sunshine while there was still plenty of it—and sticky-hot summers were one of the fondest memories he held from all that time ago; one of the rare things that remained constant after all these years.

#knowseverythingaboutyou #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #ask » letters. #thank u for this ! ^__^

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fox news is trying 2 “cancel” captain america for “being too woke”.... u really cannot make this shit up

#im — #anyway #ooc » steve rogers lovebot.

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@livingprophecy:  wanda loves celebrating these moments with her family; after so long without the chance to celebrate anything, she is so excited just to give a gift. while the card is more of a joke than anything (a pamphlet for a nursing home, of course), her actual gift is much more special: wrapped in the corniest red white and blue wrapping paper she could find was a polaroid camera and several boxes of film. bucky had humored her and let her take a few photos of him and the dogs with it too, which were nestled on top. she smiles brightly, “since i got bucky a photo album for his birthday, i figured you’d need some way to fill it up.” a pause, and she laughs. “and in your retirement you need something to do.” wanda leans forward, wrapping her arms around steve’s neck in a tight hug. “happy birthday, steve!”

it’s nice to be able to have these little moments after so much of their recent years were marked by suffering. family was something he’d thought he’d lost forever for a long time, but he’s beyond happy that he gets the opportunity to reunite with them now. the pamphlet is looked over with a little scoff [ he’s supposedly retired, sure, but he’s not that old yet ], but what really captures his attention and holds it is the camera and rolls of film, nestled among the wrapping paper. any photographs he owned in the past were few and far between, most of them lost in the shuffle of time, put up in museums or traded into strangers’ hands. these ones, though—they signified the start of newer, happier memories, all with the people he loved most at his side. a hand smooths over the first photo of bucky, matching with the dogs in their ear-to-ear grins, and he feels a lump begin to form in his throat by the time wanda pulls him closer. “thank you,” he presses a kiss to her cheek. “i love it.”

#livingprophecy #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #ask » letters. #my child & his child

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@damagedtoysoldier:  WHO'S STRONG AND BRAVE HERE TO SAVE THE AMERICAN WAY

“i hate you,” the words muffled through the pillow he’s decided to bury his head under; but it’s not enough to drown out the sound of star-spangled man with a plan blaring through the speakers, paired with bucky’s own singing voice—which is just off-key enough to be obnoxious. out of all the things he could wake up to, this was definitely not what he had in mind: and every single time it seemed like bucky was willing to take the whole propaganda thing farther. which is very likely the reason he’s got that whole damn song memorized. and yeah, of course steve still loves him, even when he’s being a little shit. “you’re literally the worst,” he continues, but there’s already laughter seeping into his voice; he flings a pillow in the general direction of bucky’s voice, knowing his lightning-quick reflexes meant that it would be caught far before it had the chance to hit his face. “i can't believe you managed to wake up before me just to do this.”

#damagedtoysoldier #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #ask » letters. #steve said u couldn't even have woken me up for something nice :////

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@statesangria:  Emma practically /drags/ Steve into the kitchen, where penny hasn’t even finished icing the cake, but can he blame her? The kid is stoked! “HAPPY BIRDAY UNCLE STEVE!” The little one screams, damn near startling Penny, who jumps a bit when she realizes they’ve come into the kitchen. “Oh, Em, we weren’t ready!” Penny laughs, but comes around the counter to give Steve a tight hug anyway. “Happy birthday, pal,” she grins, pressing a smooch to his cheek. “Feel old yet?”

super soldier he may be, but he’s totally at the whim of the five year-old that all but runs into him, asking him to come with her while jumping up and down like the excited toddler she is. it ends with her pulling him along, her tiny hand engulfed by his, as they weave their way through the rooms until they reach the kitchen. “wow! did you do all this?” he asks emma with a grin on his face, picking her up and spinning her around before penelope comes in for her own hug. “thanks, you two,” he’s forever grateful that he has people like them to share these memorable moments with. “i think i’ve been feelin’ old since since 2011.” and ain’t that the truth: especially since his birthday cake has candles that say a whopping 1-0-3 on it, followed by the unfinished message of happy birthd—. “c’mon, we can eat it just like this.”

#statesangria #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #ask » letters. #AAAA

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@crimsonscorpii:  He's too warm, he's tired, he's worn thin, but crawling into bed right beside Steve is exactly where he wants to be, and the only place he's going to be for the next 8 - 12 hours. He presses close, runs a too-cool metal palm over the other's abdomen and closes his eyes. "Happy Birthday punk."

it hadn’t quite registered in his sleep-addled mind when exactly bucky left the bed, but he feels the dip in the mattress as bucky settles back under their warm nest of covers. shifting for closer contact comes almost like instinct nowadays; steve places a hand over bucky’s, fingers smoothing over the metal knuckles. “thanks,” he says—a tiny little smile pulling his mouth up by the corners at the term of endearment—before closing his eyes and allowing sleep to pull him under again. “love you.”

#crimsonscorpii #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #ask » letters.

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@shieldedsouls:  it's early. really, really early. but here sam is, plate of warm chocolate chip pancakes in one hand and mug of coffee in the other. he's careful to not jostle the bed too much when he sits down, leaning over to press a kiss to steve's forehead. "c'mon birthday boy, better not let this awesome homemade breakfast go cold." /♥

he wakes to the comforting aromas of fresh brewed coffee and hot pancakes fresh off the griddle; blinks one bleary eye open just in time to watch as his lover sets down a huge plate of food and leans over for a kiss. the smile that spreads over his face is almost immediate. propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand reaches to cup sam’s jaw, pulling him in for a proper kiss that he smiles into, warm and sated. “better not,” he agrees. “i ever tell you how amazing you are?”

#shieldedsouls #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #ask » letters.

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I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t like bullies. I don’t care where they’re from.

HAPPY 103RD BIRTHDAY STEVEN GRANT ROGERS (4th July 1918)

#long post #skillset » a weak man knows the value of strength. #aesthetic » let's hear it for captain america! #incredible showstopping amazing never been done before my king

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beckybxrnes.

               HIS SKIN FELT different than it used to. Maybe it was just the fact that there just used to be less of his hands to hold. Or maybe it was because now he felt so warm and she felt so much colder than she used to. Whatever it was, the times she had taken his hand since they’d come back together felt like they were strangers coming together; the only connecting thread was their hearts… and hers had been bruised almost beyond repair. 

She could see the thoughts behind his eyes, though she couldn’t read them. There was something heavy on Steve’s mind, and she squeezed the hand between hers to try to bring him back to the room, back to THEM. He was the only person she had; she couldn’t lose him to his own thoughts. 

Becky’s brow furrowed as she tried to follow his thoughts; they seemed like they were in a jumble. Still, if Steve thought it was important, she’d listen to every single word and try to make sense of them. Why did going back to the night of Fury’s death matter? Why did he want to tell her about the ASSASSIN who’d been there? None of it seemed to connect, especially to her. None of it seemed to deserve the weight Steve was giving to it. She squeezed his hand again, trying to bring him back to her, trying to make him make sense. 

When he got to his conclusion, the corner of Becky’s lips quirked upward, though there was still helpless confusion written on her face. Her heart hurt to hear her brother’s name, but it ached even more to see the weight on Steve’s face. He was hurting, and apparently it was more than his body. People saw ghosts when they were desperate all the time; Steve was the only person Becky could think of who was even half as desperate to see her brother’s face as she was. She knew how much he loved Jimmy, how tied to them Steve was. Him nearly dying and seeing Jimmy’s face made sense. 

Him nearly dying and thinking that he really did see Jimmy’s face did not. 

Becky kept her hand under Steve’s, but lifted her other to gently — gently — cup his cheek. There was so much sorrow in his features that she wanted to believe him, wanted to just buy into a world where it could be possible. “You didn’t see Jimmy,” she said instead. “Or maybe you did, but it wasn’t real. Our brains pull ghosts into the real world when we’re hurting all the time. When I was in the hospital, half the time, I thought that he and Abby and Maggie were sitting next to my bed. I even had dreams where Abby and Maggie weren’t little, but our age. And Jimmy was here, and smiling… but that isn’t real, Steve. This is: this world right here. I miss him,” she said, shocked at how well she was doing at not starting to cry. — Maybe she had cried too much for her brother already. “I miss him every day. He was all the good parts of me. But he isn’t here anymore.” 

“becks, no, don’t—” don’t make this any harder than it has to be. he’s genuinely surprised that he hasn’t yet felt that familiar burn in the backs of his eyes  /  vision blurring with tears. used to be—still is—that he was the more emotional one, and in these past few years bucky’s never not been a sore spot [ just thinking about it too hard lodges a stone in your throat; you have no idea where to even set down the decades belated grief, let alone what to do with it ]. he was all the good parts of me. those words have steve’s eyes falling shut momentarily; he supposes he could say the exact same thing himself. “i don’t want to believe it either,” he says, and it’s the truth. he is uncomfortably familiar enough with death to know that some things are worse than it. and whatever they had put him through for almost seventy years [ to turn him into more machine than man, to make him forget everything that made him bucky barnes ]—that was worse.

“but it was him, i know it was.” because seeing him didn’t only happen when he was half-dead and bleeding out, one eye swollen shut and the other focused on a metal fist that hovered inches above him, ready to strike the final blow. he recalls the moment he first knew clear as day: the shock on his face once the mask came off as he was met with someone as familiar to him as the back of his own hand. the recurring subject of dreams and drawings, grief that never quite went away even after years of smoothing down the edges. to everyone else it would have been so long ago but to steve it sometimes felt like it’d only happened yesterday. the guilt had never left his shoulders, just lingered there—along with these new revelations, they threatened to crush him. after bucky had fallen from the train, there had been a part of him, spurred on by dread and shame, that knew he’d have to have this difficult conversation with his family. coming home with an empty coffin and nothing but regrets and condolences that their eldest son was gone [ died to keep you alive, your heart beating more healthily than ever ]. turns out he’d ended up missing that chance, but what’s happening here and now? it’s a different kind of hurt, and in some ways it feels even worse. “i miss him too,” he tells her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze in consolation, “and i’m well aware of how crazy i might sound, but—” his body’s still purple and blue from the beating he took and the enhanced healing factor not making the recovery process any less painful; but his mind’s clear and racing at a hundred miles a minute. “i swear i wouldn’t have told you any of this, if i wasn’t sure.” and if she wasn’t going to find out through him, it was going to be through whatever news outlet got their hands on the story first.

#beckybxrnes #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #verse » before we get started; does anyone want to get out? #steve: [barely holding it together]

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statesenemy.

           “DON’T THINK I WON’T HOLD YOU TO THAT,” Sharon says, trying to look domineering, but succeeding just slightly. She’s worried. She doubts she’s able to hide it, and though she knows substantial danger is always part of the job, it’s not always effortless to grapple with. Nevertheless, she’s well aware that Steve is more than capable of handling himself, and the thought helps in hardening her resolve. “Go out there and kick ass, and then come back here. Once I’ve cracked this encryption, I’m taking you to this burger place I’ve been wanting to try out.” Sharon shrugs, smiling lightly. “Can’t expect a girl to go alone.” 

he gives a little huff of a laugh, but there’s nothing short of promise in the smile he offers her  /  softness that reaches his eyes, reserved for few. “i’m counting on it,” he says as he fastens the shield to his back, slips in his comm until it’s snug and he can hear the static-y white noise steadily against his eardrum. there’s always been an element of danger to these sorts of missions [ one man against many; durable as he might be now, he’s still human ], but that’s something he’s long since accepted, embraced, even. all part of the job. “—you talkin’ about the one off richmond street? i think sam went to that one a couple of weeks ago,” a little tilt of his head as he attempts to recall that particular interaction. “he said it was good an’ all but definitely needed improvement in the price department.” then again, that was just how it was in good old new york city.

#statesenemy #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #verse » undetermined.

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gildedruins.

“ it’s good that you’re worried, ”  thor says,  so soft for the amount of energy he carries within him.  he pats steve on the back,  offering a smile.  “ makes you a better parent. kids are resilient.  bounce back way quicker than you or i could.  and,  hey,  for what it’s worth … it’s not my case,  but the break looked pretty clean.  should have no issues healing,  and you’ll get to do the whole signing the cast thing. it’ll be fine. ”

he thinks he’s gone far past the worrying stage at this point, so it’s somewhat of a miracle that he at least appears mostly calm at the moment. all of it can be attributed to this kind stranger, who’d been a steady source of help ever since his daughter had taken a particularly hard tumble down from the monkey bars. lucy’s sobs of pain, quieter now, muffled by the shoulder she was crying into; a large hand gently smoothing down her back, little murmurs of reassurance, in order to comfort her. the other’s words seem to loosen some knot that’s gotten his chest all tied up, just a little. “thank you for all your help,” steve says for what feels like the hundredth time—and yet there’s no less gratitude in his voice. “she’s always liked playing outside, but we’ve never had a fall this bad before, so…” hence all of the anxiety.

#gildedruins #interactions » not a perfect soldier; but a good man. #verse » they say that the world was built for two. #u letting me write in this verse .... can u say bae goals

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high five!

#still upset we never got cap quartet going on a road trip killing n*zis the whole way for cap 3 #but if it happened this would be them ^__^ #barbershop quartet » i believe in family; & i'll protect them no matter what.