#cptainrogers

[hopemikaelsvns-moved]

✨💜 This is the Amazing Person Award! 🏆Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💜✨

JOEY MY LOVE!! you’re the best and ily so much

[buckycap]

cptainrogers replied to your post: “the only thing i’ll say about buckyn*t coming back to comics, and i…”:

whoa, i didnt even know nat is coming to thunderbolts im obviously so behind

she’s not coming to thunderbolts, he’s appearing in the black widow comic

[xromanoff]

c-ptainrogers ( anonymous. t o t a l l y anonymous. )

send me your url for blog rate !

My Opinion on;

Character in general: STEVE STEVE STEVE STEVE one of my favs of all times. he, along w/ nat, is the first one i really fell in love with! he makes me cry a lot ya feel.How they play them: i’ve probably said this enough times but you are like my favorite !! steve ever!!!!!!!!The Mun: you are so talented !!! and so gorgeous !!!!!!!! and your themes and writing and eVERYTHING are all so so so so wonderful. you are a superior to the rest of us mortals and ily a lot.

Do I;

RP with them: duhWant to RP with them: WHO WOULDN’T

What is my;

Overall Opinion: tbh idk what you’re doing if you’re not following by e. ( c-ptainrogers )

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[xromanoff]

happy, happy birthday, doll! hope your day is as great as you. xo

thank you so so so much babe ilu ❤️❤️❤️

[warcompass-archive]

          ❝ oh... are you busy? i'll come               back later if you want. ❞

[skjoldmoy]

c-ptainrogers said: ””“”I AM LOUD AND PROUD AND WELL-ENDOWED. BUY ME A PINA COLADA.”“”” and i’m the gay egg

why are you making up lies about me i would never make such intimations

[skjoldmoy]

[ anon!! 1! ! ] c-ptainrogers

honestly, between you and me, anon, c-ptainrogers is nothing but a gay egg who should not be trusted.

        writing —                 uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / godlike !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!        character —                 uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / godlike !!!!!!!!!        theme —                 uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / godlike !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!        mun —                 uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / godlike ( well i couldn't inflate ur ego soooo much.  but u are actually a god. ) 

        we should —                   talk ooc / plot / roleplay / become bffs. we already do all of this s o

                          plots i’d be interested in doing: u know my needs. u know.

[skjoldmoy]

                        ( c-ptainrogers )

                        It was blind; dark; nothing but the faint rustle of leaves, the unmistakeable scatter of feet raking through them, that had drawn her from the pseudo-comfort of her tent, an arm nudged into the rib of Captain America himself and her own son, Björn, with the distinct order to go wake the others.

               The darkness was a mask—it was suffocating enough, staring at the folds of canvas above her, let alone when  ѕ ᴛ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ɢ ᴇ ʀ ѕ  trudged through land so clearly marked their own. But it made it difficult to fight, to squint into the blackness and make out a face; a feature; anything to define them as any more than the mindless scum that all cities teemed with.

                      But usually, the stench came before the sight. There was no mistaking it when death lingered in its stead, grinning with rotting teeth, nitrogenous and nefarious, with mindless lurches: desperate, defiant, incoherence gushing from their lips with every lunge.

                Dead men and their grapples were parried with sleek steel, carved and sharpened, the bite of an axe resting on shined, splinterless wood and now kissed and smothered with inklings of red, of life—but that wasn’t life. Those things weren’t alive; they would simply be put back into the ground and left for the gods to decide their fate.

                Darting, with lithe fingers grasped tightly around the hilt of the axe she’d salvaged from the cracked sternum of a heavy-chested walker, a strong thwack of steel into the neck of one, and the skull of another, breaths became ʟᴀʙоᴜʀᴇᴅ, heavy and wheezing through her chest. There was a single moment of calm—euphoric, when adrenaline coaxed ferocity from her veins, draining it and trickling it over the axe’s bloodied hilt. It was a moment she’d seek Steve out of the haze, struggle through the chaos, striking a final blow to the one skulking behind his back.

                                           ‘ Watch out, Cap. ’