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.
THIS IS HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO GO. OKAY. NOT HOW FIFTY SHADES DOES IT. ITS. THISSSSSS. CARE & CONSENT. CARE. CARE. CARE. OKAY. CARE FOR YOUR PARTNER AFTERWARD. THATS HOW IT WORKS. OKAY? OKAY.
THIS IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT DON’T YOU DARE SCROLL PAST IT. IF YOU SKIPPED IT BECAUSE IT WAS A BIT NSFW, YOU SCROLL BACK UP RIGHT NOW
Oh my god this is so cute
WHAT THE FUCK, I’M FUCKING DAMN CONFUSED, IS HE THE FUCKING CAPTOR, THE FUCKING HERO, OR ARE THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING INTO THAT SORT OF FUCKING DAMN SHITE*CRIES*!?
Okay to explain. This depicts the aftermath of a BDSM session, which seems to have involved at least some bondage as well as sensory deprivation in the form of the blindfold, among other things. Right away he is “dropping character” from Dom mode to ensure that there is nothing wrong with her and that nothing he’s done during the session has caused any lasting harm.
The cuddling and blanketing and everything he says is what’s called “Aftercare”. It’s the most important thing about any good BDSM relationship. It’s essentially decompression after the occasionally intense experiences, and is where the dom makes the sub feel comfortable and loved and generally pampers the holy hell out of them.
The thing to always remember about BDSM is that when done properly it should follow three little words. Safe. Sane. And Consensual. It is the Sub’s job to let the Dom know (either by safewords or other signals) when they are becoming uncomfortable. It is the Dom’s job to know both their and their Sub’s limits, to listen to both their body and their Sub’s to make sure no one is being hurt, and to listen and pay attention to their Sub’s signals to know whether or not to stop.
Despite there being a Dominant and a Submissive involved in BDSM, it’s actually still a very equal partnership, and one built on trust at that. The Dom cannot do anything that the Sub does not explicitly want, and the Sub is perfectly able to stop anything that is happening if they feel uncomfortable.
ALSO ORIGINAL POSTER OF THIS LOVELY COMIC. I AM SORRY FOR THIS RANT. KEEP DOING AMAZING WORK. <3
