[gore-hovnd]

Tony: We can't just release Barnes! He's a criminal!

Steve: He's my emotional support criminal, please :((

[shouldvesaiddough]

The avengers as mugs because i’m bored:

Tony:

Bruce:

Steve:

or alternatively:

Clint:

Natasha:

Thor:

Scott:

Loki:

Peter:

[sheryl-lee]

Elizabeth Olsen as WANDA MAXIMOFF

- AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON (2015)

[hayaosmiyazaki]

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE + SELF SACRIFICE

[sleeplessincairo]

bucky: *pulls out a knife*

steve: oh no

bucky: *opens box with it*

steve: oh okay

bucky: *pulls a gun out of box*

steve: OH NO

[stuckytilltheendoftheline]

I had to.

Source: mattjcutshall

[shmaptainashmerica]

Character A in fanfiction: *does something embarrassing*

Me: *hurls phone away, gets up, paces 3 times around the room*

Me: It's alright, it's alright, they can fix it, it'll be ok

Me: *picks phone back up*

A: makes it worse

Me: oH mY GoD wHy

[thestovetops]

"Your pal"

"Your buddy"

"Your Bucky"

[incorrectbuckoarchive]

[justmorerpmemes]

Extremely Exhausted Starters Part 2

“You’re nodding off… hey, come on, you need sleep.”

“I can’t… you’re going to have to carry me.”

“Hey, you passed out. Do you remember what happened?”

“No more today, you’re at your limit.”

“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”

“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

“What was that over there…? Did you say something?”

“Nap… please? Nap with me?”

“My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

“I can’t lift it without shaking…”

“You’re too weak to stop me from stopping you.”

“I don’t even have the energy to be defiant… I must be messed up.”

“Standing up is about all I can do.”

“You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.”

“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?”

“Whatever you need me to do so you’ll stop and rest, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”

“Your health is deteriorating. Take a break or I’ll make you.”

“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…”

“Telling yourself that you’re okay doesn’t make it true. We need to get you safe and rested.”

“Yes, you did it and you’re alive, shut up. I was worried half to death you idiot!”

“Tired enough for cuddling huh…”

“You shush… shhh… shhhhuuushhh…”

“Oh great bed rest warden, may I be allowed freedom from my prison today?”

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.

[rp-meme-central]

Markiplier plays “Inch-by-Inch” - sentence

1. “I don’t like the sound of ‘explodium’, but okay.” 

2. “That doesn’t seem like a good idea to do with anything in a lab! Why would a lab even have a microwave?” 

3. “When am I gonna start shrinking, huh?” 

4. “I’m not short yet! I’m gonna be short.” 

5. “Something tells me this ain’t coffee.” 

6. “I’m getting shorter! It’s my worst nightmare!” 

7. “God damn it, I’m getting too short to reach the table!” 

8. “Help, help! I’m not short! I’m perfectly average height!” 

9. “I don’t know what you’re gonna make, but please make something good for me.” 

10. “I got a book. Books are my only friend. Knowledge is power.” 

11. “Oh my god, I’m so tiny.” 

12. “Oh, come one! I’m nine inches tall!” 

13. “I’m in the boot! No!” 

14. “I could have beaten this. I could have beaten this. I could have beaten this no problem. If I hadn’t been an asshole.” 

15. “Really? You give me a sliver of hope and then you throw it down my throat?” 

16. “Come on! I’m not small! I’m a perfectly normal… average… height.” 

17. “I’m a strong ______, but this is really heavy!” 

18. “Why couldn’t I get out of the boot before?” 

19. “I got strawberry jam. What the fuck do we need strawberry jam for?” 

20. “I am getting shorty-short. Why am I so shorty-short?” 

21. “I am really losing height quickly.” 

22. “How long does it possibly take to get water?” 

23. “I’m about to hit two feet. I hope it doesn’t pause me at the height I am.” 

24. “If there’s an antidote that could make me taller, that would be great.”  

[utwo]

HD Sportster 1200 Custom Bobber

© max

[earnedstripes]

you can tell this party isn’t hosted by steve because the decorations would be like 

[sheryl-lee]

TONY STARK + character profile (insp.)

[epiphanies]

Evans talks about how his real personality is more like the edgy Human Torch/Johnny Storm he played in Fantastic Four ( 2005 ).

“He’s a selfless man and any conflict he has, he buries inside. In film, you want to see uncertainty and conflict. He doesn’t have that because he puts everyone else before him. I’d love to see him be more sharp and cynical,” he says of the Captain.

[exsergeantbarnes]

shmaptainashmerica‌:

The soldier felt almost sick, the way the arousal pooled and twisted in a volatile way. It left him aching in his jeans as he watches James sink down before him, on his level, equal in every way but one. He was in charge right now. His word was law and Steve finally felt like he could breath again. He adored this, submitting and caving to his best friend.  The hand slipped from around his neck, tipping his jaw up and he couldn’t stop the anticipation coursing through his veins. His lips parted, soft pants leaving him as the collar locked snug around his throat, the slightest brush of fingers along the back His neck forcing a violent shiver over him. His eyes flicked away as James reached into  His pocket, he didn’t g catch sight of what was fished out but it didn’t matter, the weight on the back of his neck along with the slotting of metal tumblers let him know exactly what it was. He lurched forward, broken from his thoughts as the ring in front was gripped and yanked, blue eyes flicking back to meet bucks. A shaking breath left him, a flicker of defiance before he spoke. “Thank you.”

It was.. Surreal, really, doing this with Steve. It was the only way to describe it. It was a bizarre collision of worlds, his past and his present, mingling into something that didn’t quite seem plausible. He had wanted to do this for longer than he cared to admit, wanted to see how far he could push the soldier and take everything he could. Calculating eyes trailed down the captain’s form, assessing him, drinking in the sight and catching every uneven breath and minute movement. It all lead to a very clear, very vivid, verdict. Steve was aroused. He liked this, being forced into a subservient role. An unevenness caught his own breath, cock straining against the seams of his old uniform. “Хороший мальчик.” Good boy. He crooned gently, free hand moving to his pocket, a cascade of metal pulling free to reveal a short metal leash. The clasp closed over the D-ring, handle fisted between metal digits as he straightened. “Ходить.” Walk. He instructed simply, yanking him forward no higher than waist level.

[shmaptainashmerica]

They were equal, equally aroused, equally matched, equally devoted.  He trusted James, his Bucky, with his life. The clipping of the leash to the collar was enough to make Steve curious about just what exactly buck would do if he refused. More tempting however was the potential of reward for Behaving.  He rocked forward onto his hands and knees, crawling that small distance to the others boots before waiting for his next direction.  He knew better than to speak, to sass or ruin the delicate balance.

[shmaptainashmerica]

Fuck- He didn’t have time to think about it as a sharp shove forced him bodily back, hitting the wall hard enough to feel it crumble behind him. The metal closed tight around his throat and he found himself breathing heavier from sheer anticipation more than any real exertion or lack of oxygen.  Blue eyes met their twin, framed by loose falling brown locks, trailed to watch the soft pink of his lips move before the speech registered. 

Down on your knees.

He didn’t even think about it before caving, rocking forward a bit off the wall to sink to his knees before the other as he held his gaze. He had heard the order enough times to know exactly what the other had wanted.  His knees hit the ground, body rocking with the impact despite the slow, controlled decent.  The cool metal was still around his throat, rapidly warming with the contact to his skin. 

He could smell the leather of the collar, the clink of the buckle making him twitch internally in  a way that was entirely knew while feeling like home.  His senses were sharper than most, picking up things other wouldn’t and it was almost too much as he waited with bated breath for the assassins next move. 

[exsergeantbarnes]

Buck watched the cogs turning, watched as his words slowly registered, and finally watched his submission. His lips parted, a soft breath passing them at the sheer beauty of it. His hand remained around the captain’s throat the entire way down, taking a knee with him with untapped approval in his gaze. This is exactly what he wanted, what he needed from the other. This exchange. “Knew you were a good boy Rogers..” It was said with hushed tones, metal unlocking with a muted bruise left in its wake to grip Steve’s chin. The heavy collar clinked in his free hand as he tilted a chiseled jaw upwards, sliding the collar into place like he’d done it before. He cinched it firmly with warm digits, plucking a heavy lock from his pocket to secure it further. Nothing Steve couldn’t break out of, not that he would. Metal dropped to grip the offered D-ring, giving him a sharp yank, testing it. “Thank me.”

[shmaptainashmerica]

The soldier felt almost sick, the way the arousal pooled and twisted in a volatile way. It left him aching in his jeans as he watches James sink down before him, on his level, equal in every way but one. He was in charge right now. His word was law and Steve finally felt like he could breath again. He adored this, submitting and caving to his best friend.  The hand slipped from around his neck, tipping his jaw up and he couldn't stop the anticipation coursing through his veins. His lips parted, soft pants leaving him as the collar locked snug around his throat, the slightest brush of fingers along the back His neck forcing a violent shiver over him. His eyes flicked away as James reached into  His pocket, he didn't g catch sight of what was fished out but it didn't matter, the weight on the back of his neck along with the slotting of metal tumblers let him know exactly what it was. He lurched forward, broken from his thoughts as the ring in front was gripped and yanked, blue eyes flicking back to meet bucks. A shaking breath left him, a flicker of defiance before he spoke. "Thank you."