Steve Rogers, otherwise known as Captain America.
The man (and woman) behind the shield
Ask me anything
(Independent Cap account, part movie-verse, part comic-verse)
LET’S DO THIS
P_ _ J _ _ D _ TH/ _ _ _ _ _ _ T U _ TTG_ _
_ _ _ _ _ J_ _ _ JO_ _
o-o … oh my.
_ _ _ _ T B _ _ T O _
[D _ _ _ _ _ _ B _ _ D]
J _ _ _ _ _ O _ _ _ _ T _
( J _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ )
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[Zo_ ______ _h_p___ _o_t___ …Welp. That’s awkward.]
IC: J__ _o____t_
((OOC: _____ ______ oh….))
IC: Joh_ W_t_o_ (not bad at all)
((OOC: ____ Doh__t_ (there goes my first name o.0)))
IC: _ _ b_ _ _t i _ n _o_ _ n (lol wut?)
OOC: _ _ _ _ t_ _ (HOLY FFFFFFFF-)
IC: Th_ _ _to_
OOC: _ _ _ho_ _ _ H_ _ _ _ _
IC: _th_ _ _ _G_ _
OOC: _ _ _ _ _ D_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
IC: _ h _ _ _ o _ _ Ho _ _ _ _ (That’s unfortunate.)
OOC: _ _ _ h _ _ _ D _ _ o _ t _ (H-Dot. I’m having that. New name.)
OCC: _ _ _ _ _ Ho _ _ _ _ (( what the hell? O__O))
IC: _ _ P T _ _ _ J _ _ _ _ _ _ _ H O _ _ _
OOC: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (That was my first name. I have no first name now.) _ _ _ G_ _ (I LOVE HOW MY ENTIRE NAME HAS BEEN REDUCED TO “G”.)
IC: D_ _ _ _ _ _ W _ _
OOC: _ _ G _ T _ _ _ _ _ B _ _ _ _
IC: P _ _ _ _ O P _
OOC: J _ _ _ _ _ _ _ … wow.
IC: _T_ _ _ _T_ _P_ _ _ _DG_ _T_ _ _
OOC: _ _ _ _ _ _D_ _
Hey everyone. I’m gonna be on a short hiatus (will probably just do current replies, and no new rps for a bit) starting tomorrow, since I have a commission right before Tokyo in Tulsa, and I’m in the middle of a bunch of shit from work. I’ll try and get replies out tonight, but no guarantees since I’m also hunting down paperwork that my idiot coworkers couldn’t find. -sigh…-
-opens arms for hugs- I misses you all <TToTT>
Everybody from tumblr that is seeing Avengers 2 opening weekend (whenever that is)
Whether or not Coulson turns out to actually be alive
We need to express our pheels by going to the theatre in suits and sunglasses.
in remembrance and celebration of the son of coul.
(bonus points if you bring captain america trading cards)
Please gods, this.
((Totally. Doing. This.))
Turk Suit - check
Shades at night - check
Captain America cards - double freakin’ check.
Cap stared up at the faint stars from where he lay on the very tip of the Tower, all but drowned out by the city lights and the booming, brilliant flowers filling the sky, and for a moment, loathed that his birthday fell on the day of America’s independence. While he didn’t begrudge the populous, he just…he got very tired of being forgotten. He understood why, of course…but for as long as he could remember, he’d been shunted aside, all attention on the brilliant streamers in the sky.
And he didn’t even like fireworks to begin with.
So, he turned on his side and closed his eyes, and sought the calmness that usually filled him, that subtle flow of endorphin and serotonin that soothed his anxiety. Perhaps he could just…sleep through it all. Again. After all…he had a lot of practice.
It’s because one of the following happened:
I feel asleep.
I was on another account.
I’m blind as a bat and didn’t see it.
I’m thinking on how to reply.
It will never be because:
I don’t like you.
I’m ignoring you.
I’m not interested.
Sometimes I just need a reminder. Drop by my ask and say, “Hey did you get my reply?” simple as that.
I love interacting you all and I HATE missing any replies no matter how small or big.