#present roger

[bohemiansweede]

Our boy has gotten

a shave

From official Pattie Boyd

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

wifies

[phantomstatistician]

Tag: Families of Choice (Found Family)

Sample Size: 19,860 stories

Source: AO3

Note: "&" denotes a platonic ship

[epicfirestormer]

What I love about Hellboy and Abe Sapien's dynamic in the comics is that, if you came into this blind, you'd expect Abe to be the voice of reason or the straight man to Hellboy's impulsive and hotheaded personality. But no, Abe is more often than not the crazy one. Hellboy would deal with fighting evil monsters and bad guys by just sighing and getting it over with, while Abe is going rabid over tearing the creature apart when he does get into a fight. Hellboy acts like it's a 9-to-5 job and will reasonably talk things out with a guy that had nearly killed him before, Abe acts like a madman in a slaughter house and his first instinct is to shoot first kill second and ask third. They're both insane, but on completely different levels.

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Freddie Mercury unwrapping Christmas presents in the early 1980s

📸 Mary Austin/Sotheby's

[srdonix]

Steve and modern day fashion

[kchasm]

Ryu Number: Don Adams

Don Adams was an American actor, best known for his role as the incredibly skilled yet incredibly clumsy secret agent Maxwell Smart in the secret agent spoof sitcom Get Smart. If you don't recognize the title—which, fair enough, it aired literally sixty years ago—he also notably voiced the dimwitted cyborg police officer protagonist of the Inspector Gadget cartoons.

He has a Ryu Number of at most 4.

The last portion of Space Quest V: Roger Wilco – The Next Mutation features our titular protagonist infiltrating the SCS Goliath, making use of its cramped, labyrinthine maintenance tunnels.

Apparently someone in development thought the passageways a bit reminiscent, video-game-wise: Take the right wrong path, and Roger will speedily crawl in the other direction with an unexpected cameo on his tail.

Space Quest 6: Roger Wilco in the Spinal Frontier is fully voiced, including—as you may know already because @ryunumber—noted disc jockey, announcer, and voice actor Gary Owens. Normally this wouldn't be enough to count the actor themselves, even if they are credited in the game—but persist past the end credits and fade-out and you'll hear the narrator thank you for playing Space Quest 6 before extroducing himself specifically as "Gary Owens, signing off." Totally counts!

Finally, guess who got himself a copy of TV Land Presents Blast From the Past?

Mind, it's such a jalopy of a game I couldn't get it to run on my computer without serious graphical issues...

... but I was able to get it to run just runnily enough to confirm its nature! If you ever wanted to play a game where TV stars of a bygone era ask you trivia questions about the shows they were on... then you're not exactly choked with options, are you?

Gary Owens pulls double-duty here, playing both quiz host and TV star questionmonger, his questions focusing on the sketch comedy show Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In (where he was the on-screen announcer).

Don Adams' questions, of course, have to do with Get Smart. Unfortunately, I couldn't get any clean, non-glitched-out footage of him from my recordings, so have this video I extracted from the game files instead.

You know what? There's a charm to it.

[avengerscompound]

Steve Rogers & Tony Stark

Avengers Unlimited Infinity Comic (2022) #52

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Whenever a Jedi tries to hide under a hood it’s the equivalent of the Avengers hiding by wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses

Did Ahsoka really think this would work?

She learned from the best I guess

Tell me these aren't the same vibes...

actually

wait

no

it's the equivalent of this...

[sipped-lapped-swilled]

Wayne Rogers in Alfred Hitchcock presents: The Big Kick (S07 E37)

[steveandnatlover76]

Tony: So, Red, what are we getting Cap for his birthday? I was thinking about a 1940s vintage Hamilton pocket watch. He might get a kick out of that.

Natasha: Oh, yeah. I‘m browsing the Victoria‘s Secret catalogue. The lingerie is not vintage but I‘m sure he‘ll get a kick out of me wearing it.

Tony: I can’t hold a candle to you in that department, Nat.

Natasha: And you shouldn’t. You‘d look awkward in frilly lingerie.

[chiropteracupola]

No one ever told me leaving was the easy part / I've got to stay away / Leaving you was easy, now I've got to do what's hard / I've got to stay away...

[a tristan for @mortiscausa’s ’march to camelot,’ for the prompt ‘love’]

[trashogram]

Just caught up on your blog XD though I must ask; Benevolent sexism? I haven't heard of that before. What do you mean by that? (I'm not offended or anything. I'm just curious)

Hiya! Benevolent sexism (which I consider an oxymoron even if it is technically a thing) is basically the mindset/practice of viewing and treating women in a way that may seem positive but in truth undermines women. It’s the belief that men need to protect women, see women as pure beings that couldn’t hurt a fly, and are inherently traditionally homemaker-oriented and not proactive by nature. It’s like the tradwife aesthetic kinda.

Since WFRR is set in the late 40s, women were kinda being pushed back into the traditional homemaker role after taking on jobs while men were fighting in WWII. R.K. Maroon himself says of Jessica “his [Roger’s] wife’s poison but he thinks she’s Betty Crocker”. It seems like women were viewed more positively when within domestic fields or seen in a motherly, nurturing, caretaker-who-doesn’t-dominate capacity only. I personally don’t mind exploring the implications of this in the Fem!Reader/Toon Patrol fanfic-verse where, while toons are discriminated against, they still have similar attitudes towards women as humans do. They’d view Reader as someone delicate, in need of protecting and fawning over, and someone that shouldn’t be involved in their business bc it’s “too dirty for a lady”.

It’s not equal treatment. It’s “gentlemanly”.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Consider:

A modern stucky pairing acting on out a humiliation scene that involves public speaking. Like, yes, this is crack, but treat it seriously with me for a moment...

Bucky sets up the scene complete with a presentation projected onto a blank wall at their local dungeon and an audience of their fellow kinksters--in this scene, big sub Steve has to speak about what turns him on. There are pictures of him engaging in these activities, each more and more exposing, and charts (that may or may not just be bullshit, random numbers) comparing each kinky activity to the others, ranking how hot they were and how much he enjoyed it, taking into account how deep he went into subspace, how many times he orgasmed, how long the marks and/or soreness lasted (if there was any), etc.

Throughout the scene, every time Steve says the word, "uh," "um," or otherwise stutters, and each time he breaks eye contact from the audience--looking down at the floor, staring at the presentation for too long, whatever--he has to remove an item of clothing. He starts out fully clothed, not totally inappropriate to go out into the real world in, just suggestive, tight, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination pants, a nice shirt, a jacket, and a collar, but as the layers are stripped away, it becomes more and more inappropriate. Steve is blushing more and more, the flush spreading rapidly from just spots of color high on his cheeks to all the way down his chest and belly. Eventually, when Steve is stripped totally bare, that's when the whispers start...

Under his stuttering, choked-with-embarrassment words, there are currents of people commenting on, aw, would you look at that, he's blushing so much! Or, he's quite the freak, isn't he? He gets off on that? All of that? Or, really, that's hot to him? Huh. Or, oh, cute, look at how hard his little dick is from all this! He's just talking about it, and he's throbbing! Or, God, look at how badly he's blushing, poor thing! Or, at least, he's embarrassed about all this... he really should be.

Steve wants to explode. He wants to cry. He wants to touch himself.

Really, fuck, he wants Bucky to stand from where he's reclined cooly in his chair, happily watching the squirming, blushing, stammering show with a grin painted sadistically across his handsome face, prowl toward him from the crowd, and come to a stop, towering over him in front of all these people. He wants the bigger, thicker man to put a hand around the back of his neck, barely having to scruff him before he crumbles, weak at the knees.

He wants Bucky's touch to make his ears ring, so he drowns out all of the voices. But either way, Steve knows they're talking about him, they're talking about his cock, they're talking about how needy he is, about turned on he is, about how freaky he is, how weird, and, and--

Slowly, Steve realizes that he has stopped talking completely.

Bucky clears his throat amongst the looming silence, his smirk only widening. Bastard.

Someone laughs when Steve fails to do anything but stand in place, helpless and, surely, looking spacy and dumb.

Then, suddenly, everyone is chuckling at him, some people more shameless than others--all out laughing or snickering softly.

And, oh, it's all Steve can do to stay standing against the wave of mortification and shame that crashes into him. Against the torrent of rushing, sharp pleasure, he doesn't have enough time to even bite his lip to stifle the pathetic whimper that gets punched from deep in his gut. His eyes want to roll back into his head, it's so fucking embarrassing.

His little sound makes them all laugh more. Laughing at him.

Steve's eyes water, he's really going to cry. Or, shit, oh, God, with a full-body shiver, Steve realizes that he's about to cum.

How long has he been dripping for? Standing in front of this crowd, red enough to imitate a stop sigh from his head all the way down to his belly, squirming from foot to foot, squeezing his thighs together like he has to piss but doesn't have permission to go, stuttering over every word no matter how easy or simple, panting because he just can't keep air in his lungs, palms sweaty, and dripping onto the floor? Jesus Christ. He's a mess.

[bloomingpresent]

Version of nomad Steve Rogers.

Blooming Present.