imagine steve & peggy are already married once steve joins the war in '43 (beginning with searching for bucky).
The press eats it up. Captain America and his beautiful British wife, smiling for the cameras and never giving their real names. “Now our countries can really be allies, huh Cap?” one reporter calls out, and Steve laughs.
*
“Rogers!” Howard calls from the front of the plane, and both Peggy and Steve turn to look at him. “Err…Peggy. Got some enemy fire coming up.”
“Looks like this is my stop, then,” Steve says, smiling at Peggy like some silly uniform and a stolen helmet are going to protect him from anything.
“Hurry back, won’t you?” It’s incredible, really, how her voice doesn’t waver. “Can’t have you missing super.”
Steve gives her a chaste kiss before hurtling himself out of the plane. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, dear!”
*
“Well,” Bucky says, “I guess if you had to get married without my permission, I’m glad it was her.”
*
The Howling Commandos have taken to calling Steve “Captain Carter.” Steve doesn’t mind in the slightest.
*
“Steve,” she says, voice shaky. “Please don’t do this.”
“I have to, Peggy,” he replies, and thinks of the kiss they just shared (their last kiss), how brief it was, compared to all the others. “You know I do.”
“There has to be another way—”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Steve, but please, please don’t do this.”
“Hey, it’s-it’s okay. We can go dancing tomorrow night? At that club back in London, where our first date was. How ‘bout it, you free?”
“Of course. Steve—”
“What time?”
“Eight o’clock, on the dot. Don’t be late like you were then.” A noise makes its way out of Peggy’s throat, and maybe it’s a laugh or maybe it’s a sob but that doesn’t matter.
Because Steve is saying “Hope I don’t step on your toes—” and then he’s gone. He’s gone.
*
After the war, she goes back to her maiden name. “Agent Carter” sounds better, and doesn’t hurt nearly as much.
*
One of the first things she says after Steve comes back is “Oh heavens, I’m a bigamist.”
Steve laughs, grinning at her like she’s not old and wrinkled and damn tired. “I think the country’ll forgive you, Peggy.”
do you want to know something?? I always wondered what the hell kind of hairstyle the Ancient Egyptians were trying to portray with depictions like these
and this
until I did my hair this morning and
oh
welp
you can take the noses off our statues but until you find a way to take Egypt out of Africa we’re still going to find ourselves
what if a catholic priest were to just bless the entire ocean would it turn the entire thing into holy water or do priests have an effective blessing range? does that range increase based on your level? can the pope bless the entire ocean?
so technically any priest could, but shouldn’t for pooping reasons.
source: my brother is in his 4th year of study at a catholic seminary, and referred to one of his professors.
also fun fact abt me: when i was 12 i used to call this host on this music segment and the only song i ordered was lady marmalade and i used to call every time the show was on and eventually after a month they apparently saved my number or something idk so when i called he was like ”hey daniel! we’re already on it” and i was such a happy small gay child
another fun fact: those calls costed my mum so much that she grounded me for 2 weeks without access to any technology
Also I don’t see enough white feminists giving credit to Nicki Minaj beyond the interview of her doing her eyeliner. Did you guys forget that she recognized and IDed as cisgender, and recognized that vagina does not equal womanhood, when she called herself a “woman with vagina.” And that asshole talk show host laughed and said “as opposed to a women without one?” and she gave him a the meanest look and said “yes.” We need to gif that.
Rape is the only crime on the books for which arguing that the temptation to commit it was too clear and obvious to resist is treated as a defence. For every other crime, we call that a confession.
I’ve gotten more angry asks about this post than I have actual reblogs.
I literally put my coffee down, stared at the screen and said “Holy shit…”
i don’t care if it’s a only a joke, please don’t make comments about how someone’s choice of field of study isn’t going to take them anywhere because it can be a great source of stress and your joke won’t help.
The thing about reading fanfic (and original slash fic) is that you get used to that particular writing/reading culture after a while. You get used to the frank discussions of sexuality and kink, the close attention to diversity and social justice issues in the text, the unrestrained creativity when it comes to plot. The most amazing, creative, engaging stories I’ve ever read have almost all been fanfiction, and I think part of that is because there’s no limitations placed on the authors. They’re writing purely out of joy and love for the world and its characters, with no concerns about selling the finished product. The only limit is their imagination.
Next to that, most mainstream fiction starts tasting like Wonder Bread, you know?
I suddenly have an image in my head where Skye has just run away from the team and hides inside an old building and she can’t control her powers so there’s an earthquake again and everything starts falling and suddenly she sees Ward running towards her and she’s so terrified that she screams “WARD!” but the ground starts collapsing under his feet and right before he’s about to fall, she grabs his hand and saves his life
actually, it’s been psychologically proven that bronze winners are happier than silver winners! silver winners see themselves as being “so close” to gold, while bronze winners are just happy they won a medal. so any silver medalist isn’t as happy as a bronze medalist!
i don’t understand why people don’t instantly respond to “what would your dream superpower be” with the ability to manipulate probability. think about it. what’s the chance someone will drop 1mil in front of me? 0%? let’s make that 100%. what’s the probability i’ll wake up tomorrow and be X gender? 100%. what’s the probability my bathtub is filled with mac and cheese? 100%.
as a casino employee I can confirm this would be terrifying as fuck
Yo, you know this is a huge part of the Scarlet Witch’s powers, yeah? It’s called probability manipulation (duh) and it’s fucking kickass.
WHEN THE WRITERS OF “DOCTOR WHO” FOUND OUT THAT DAVID TENNANT HAD TROUBLE SAYING WORDS ENDING WITH -OON WITHOUT REVERTING BACK TO HIS NATURAL SCOTTISH ACCENT, THEY WROTE AN ENTIRE EPISODE AND INVENTED A NEW TYPE OF ALIEN JUST SO THEY COULD MAKE HIM SAY “A JUDOON PLATOON UPON THE MOON.”
my feminist rage literally fuels me I was struggling to open a new pickle jar and my dad said “give it to me I’m a man” and I looked him dead in the eye and suddenly opened the jar without a problem I’m like the feminist hulk
The brain is an organ. Mental illnesses are illnesses of that organ. Brain scans show that there is a physical difference between a healthy brain and a sick brain. Telling someone “You’re not really sick. It’s all in your head.” is like telling someone with asthma “It’s not real, it’s all in your lungs.” The brain is an organ that can malfunction as much as any other organ.
No one here seems interested in the grimy parts of mental health. Everyone wants to talk about mental illness as quiet introverts drinking tea and nervously stuttering over words. No one ever talks about symptoms like paranoia or hallucinations or hypersexuality…
