#sam motherfuckin’ wilson

[siancore]

Look, one of these days I will be able to scroll through the Sam Wilson tag here without having to wade through all this shit about other fucking Marvel characters and their ships and blah blah fuckin' blah. But it ain't today. Guess I'll just go [redacted] myself.

[melodrama-lorde]

[angelmichelangelo]

okay here we go. finale episode thoughts. i’m sorry for the person i have become...

the whole first half is just? incredible? loved the action, loved how well it was paced. it’s kickass time and i am HERE for it!

cool that they brought back that weird face morphing technology nat used in ca:tws - kinda always wondered why they never used that more but hello sharon good to see ur thriving

bucky on a motorcycle. that’s all.

SAM MOTHERFUCKIN’ WILSON he looks fine as hell, he’s killing it and that entrance was sick as FUCK. “i’m captain america” yes sir yes you are

the entire chopper scene and sam being smart af literally was so fun? like hell yes! AND REDWING!!! i love that bucky had to ask ayo to get shuri to make him a new one. it’s a boyfriend thing 🥰

sam kicking ass. bucky being cool. john walker..... being there i guess? not digging this weird redemption thing theyre doing with him by having him and bucky team up and be pals but like. we can’t always have what we want.

sharon being the powerbroker is kinda hot. criminal Mommy vibes i’m here for it. though she killed karli and i wanted to see more of her so. minus point babes.

SAM’S WHOLE CALLOUT SPEECH. baby fuck it UP!!! i’m so in love with this man it is unreal. anthony mackie knocked it out of the park with this whole scene. everything he said was amazing and he did it flawless. “i’m a black man carrying the stars and stripes, what don’t i understand?” was just. yeah. incredible. captain america is a black man and racist mfs are gonna cry about it lol I JUST LOVE SAM WILSON AND SAM WILSON ONLY !!! “do better” FUCK YEAH

bucky is so in love it’s embarrassing sir those heart eyes are unREAL dude. also him calling sam “cap” in the fondest voice ever with a lil back pat? i have my grave already dug imma go lay down in it now. eat my ass, steve rogers MWAH

zemo in prison having a gay old time. cant wait to see more of him yes please and thank you. also him going to sleep like my work here is done is just so? funny to me idk why like. yeah get some beauty sleep you fruity little bitch

us agent. hate john walker but love wyatt russell so absolutely looking forward to hate-loving this guy in the future

bucky and yori. remember that grave i laid down in earlier? yeah it’s full of my tears now. bucky healing and FINALLY saying outloud that what he did as the winter soldier was out of his control. i loved this whole scene though.... it felt like it had been cut short? which sucks eggs but it was good nonetheless. short n sweet. v nice. also love how bucky gave steve’s book away because he’s moving on !!!!!! yeah babey! though i still don’t trust dr raynor like who even was she lmao?

the entire scene with sam and isaiah... gotdamn. it was just beautiful. every scene isaiah is in, im just captivated. it was just *chefs kiss* and now my tear filled grave is overflowing and i am sailing down my own river of sadness. i know we’ll probably get eli in the young avengers but PLS give me young isaiah beating the shit out of the winter soldier in the korean war because holy fuck that’d be amazing. the smithsonian scene was beautiful. marvel i love to hate you but u okay for this one. u okay.

UNCLE BUCKY UNCLE BUCKY UNCLE BUCKY !!!! baby’s first cookout ☹️ he’s a wilson now, sam adopted him he’s a feral cat but we love him !! and then sam and bucky walking off into the sunset together? heart been broke so many times

not sure why they didn’t change both their names like captain america and the white wolf but either way i gasped when i saw it change from falcon to captain america !!! like fuck yeah !!!!!!

overall thoughts are: i loved this entire series. i am in need more sambucky in my life and knowing it’s gonna be well over a year before we get more of them in the mcu again i’m going to lock myself into a tiny cupboard and scream until i pass out. also i know a LOT of this show was cut because of the whole side plot about a deadly virus (thank u covid u son of a bitch) so like, i’d love at some point for those deleted scenes to be released. pls marvel i miss them already just give me the extra scenes !!

[izukunatsuyuji]

SAM WILSON’S MOTHERFUCKIN SPEECH HOLY FUCK WE LOVE SAM WILSON IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE FUCK

[subarubi]

Somethin’

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam Wilson’s in for the ride of his life. (Idk I suck at summaries)

Word Count: 3.2k

Tags/Warnings: 18+ Sexual content. Modern AU. Cowboy!Sam. Slight Angst? Idk. Alcohol consumption. Inappropriate use of stable floor. 

A/N: Something about the leaves changing is putting me in the mood for some Sam Wilson lovin’. ma’ams, sirs, non-binaries, I present to you, COWBOY SAM. This is purely born out of thirst, the barely there plot is just a vehicle for it. Yee-motherfuckin’-haw!  

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Clear blue skies and soft, white cumulus clouds look just the same above him here as they did there. 

It had been the first thing he noticed on that long, quiet car ride home from the airport and the last thought before settling into the checkered sheets of his adolescence. Night, day, clear or grey — it’s the same sky he’s been under his entire life, same backdrop to his last few years at war. 

One certain days, he feels blind as a newborn, clutching to his momma’s chest as she quiets his cries. Others, he swears he can see thousands of miles away if only he just squints hard enough. 

Today, there’s sweat stinging in his eyes, so he only sees wide pastures through a blurred filter. 

Sam Wilson holds his father’s hat in one hand, uses a forearm glowing bronze beneath the sun to wipe away the dampness over his brow. He’s known heat, spent hours baking under the hot sun in full fatigues. This is a different kind of heat — the lazy, sleepy kind that starts in his neck and spreads warm everywhere. It pools in unwelcome places: behind his knees, down his shoulder blades, in his ass crack. 

“What’s the matter, cowboy? Can’t take the heat?”

"M’fine,” he scoffs indignantly, kneading a thick thigh splayed out over worn leather, soothing his sore muscles. Despite his objections otherwise, Sam’s dog-tired and aching for a cold shower. He wants to fall face first into the couch and stay there for, forever, maybe. 

Your smirk burns him up from the inside out with irritation and a whole other barrel of emotions he doesn’t want to get into when you’re being this annoying.  “If you need a break, I won’t tell anyone...”

Sam pants a laugh, settling the cattleman hat back over his head, squint in his warm brown eyes easing in the brim’s shadow. Shaking his head, he replies “I don’t believe that for one second.”

He’s heard that most people settle a bit after they reach their mid-20s. People have jobs and responsibilities and have less room to be obnoxious and wild. You haven’t changed one bit since high school. You’re just as loud mouthed and unpleasant as you were all those years ago before Sam left to enlist. You used to laugh and throw mud in his face when he worked on your daddy’s ranch as a kid, put burs in his boots and made fun of his gangly arms. Not much has changed on that front now that he’s back — he’s kind of glad for it, so used to people in this little town treating him differently now.

Sam licks salt from his lip, watching you in front of him, horse in a jog. 

The steady rocking of your hips side to side holds his gaze, matching your pace but hanging back enough that conversation is sparse. Sam eyes the way denim hugs your legs, tapers off into a pair of worn brown boots with stitched designs fraying. He remembers when you’d first gotten those boots, how you danced in them before him. He’d always had a sneaking suspicion you liked him back then; he was older and worked for your daddy, your teasing always felt like just an excuse to talk to him. 

You’re a woman now. An honest to god woman with pretty eyes and a dangerous smile — all stuffed into tight jeans and a chambray shirt with the top buttons undone in such a way that he can the path of sweat down your neck and into your cleavage. Sam visibly swallows.

“What’s it like?” your sweet twang tickles the inside of his ears, a shiver run down his spine. 

Sam shifts in his saddle, leaning up on the horn to give his sleeping ass a break, “What’s what like?”

Silence for a beat, what little he can see of your profile twists in uncertainty. You slow up so that your horse falls in step beside his, shrugging to appear more casual, though it’s more comfort for you than him. “I mean... the Air Force, Afghanistan. That whole thing.”

Oh, that whole thing. Sam stiffens, reins creaking in tight fists as he struggle with such a small, harmless question. 

In the hours you’ve spent together since he’s been back, the subject of where he went and why he’s back remained fairly untouched. Sam didn’t want to talk about it and you don’t like awkward, feelings conversations in general. He’d liked the balance the two of you had struck up. Considered you a good friend, even, for it. 

“You don’t have to say anything! Just forget I said anything,” you rush out. 

Sam can tell by the way you frantically avoid looking at him that an ashamed heat is crawling up your neck and pooling in your face. He sighs heavily, shoulders sagging and looks out over the herd of cattle moving pastures.

He’s dog-tired. 

After Riley died, he just couldn’t find reason anymore — his momma said it was giving her smiley boy premature frown lines. Getting out was supposed to be a good thing for him, but he’s just so tired of waiting for the results. He’d expected coming home and working on the ranch would be like flipping a switch; he’d be happy again and wouldn’t have to think about his time in the war. For the most part, he has been. But some days he doesn’t know whether it’s better to be blind or to see thousands of miles away.

Then there are days like today: the in between where everything is blurry and he wants to talk about it, but doesn’t know where to begin. 

“It’s hot as hell.”

The bewildered look on your face makes him smile small. His lips twitch and it sends yours chasing off after them, cracking big and wide. He wishes his momma could see him now, with that gap-toothed grin she says she misses so much. What it is, he doesn’t know, but something about you makes him so comfortable. 

If you wanted to, you couldn’t get Sam to stop talking after that. 

He tells stories of COs with sticks up their asses and hillbillies he never thought he’d have to protect and never wants to again, of all the shit Riley put him through and what passes for food on military bases. And by the time the sun sets and the cows are grazing on fresh, untouched grass, the ache in Sam’s hips and legs can’t compare to the one in his cheeks. 

“He sounds like an amazing friend,” you smile softly, boot kicked up on the farriers stool outside the barn.

Sam smiles wistfully into the neck of his beer bottle, nodding firmly, “The best.”

The sweat on his shirt has dried under a cool night breeze, Sam’s eyes slide closed to savor the feeling of it. It’s peaceful and quiet in the best way, a warm beer in hand, crickets chirping and a somewhere frog croaking. He can’t help but think this is as close as he’s gonna get to being happy again without Riley. 

A cacophonous clattering of the glass bottle graveyard the two of you cultivated breaks through it. You hiss loudly, muttering curses under your breath as you try and right the ones that fell over, “Shhh, dammit. Shit.”

Sam rolls his head to the side slowly with relaxed breaths, looking at you with a goofy smile. He places his bottle down in the dirt besides just about the dozen other empty ones, reaching out for you, “You’re a good friend too.”

You watch him with wide eyes, chewing your lip dark in that way that he never lets on drives him crazy. 

His eyes lazily drift over your face, down the smooth planes of your neck and over the panicked heave of your chest. There’s a summer haze over him, he feels all fuzzy and warm with alcohol swirling around in his gut, liver working overtime. He’s thinking things he probably shouldn’t, fingers itching to do things he definitely shouldn’t. 

You are a good friend, he means that. 

He’s been home for a few months now and can count on one hand the amount of people he actually likes spending time with. His momma and his little sister on Sundays after church making — or rather, for his part, eating— pies. Your father, who Sam’s always looked up to, listening to life lessons that he’s already learned but doesn’t have the heart to say so. He likes going to the bar with the other ranch hand Tommy well enough, but only for a few. 

You. All the time, even when he’s supposed to be doing something else or you’re annoying the hell out of him. 

Sam clears his throat, hoping that the starry-eyed look in his eyes is obscured by the darkness of night and the low brim of his hat. By the way you’re looking back at him, he highly doubts he’s gotten away with it. “I should get going, it’s late.”

“You-” you swallow, sitting up straight in your seat as he makes to get up, “you shouldn’t drive.”

Cracking bones have Sam grimacing as he stretches tall, working out all the kinks he’d gotten from a long day out riding, driving the cattle. He stumbles a little in his boots, kicking up a small bit of dirt with a tipsy laugh, “You’re right...”

He sees your tense shoulders sag in relief, settling further against the red barn wall. Sam grins mischievously, swaying towards the open barn doors, “I’ll ride.”

“Sam!” you call after him, and he hears the light pounding of your boots after him as he bolts into the stables. 

He’s never felt so fast, so light, running with you hot on his trail, boots sliding dangerously across the hay covered ground. Sam’s a kid again, unburdened by the hardships of war and the grief of losing his best friend. 

Once, when he was working here in high school with you constantly ribbing on him, Sam stole your hat — same one sitting on that pretty head now — and ran. You gave chase until your shorter legs tired out and ugly sobs of frustration poured from your lungs. He felt guilty, mean even and stopped as soon as those doe eyes looked up at him in hurt. There was a terrible smirk on your face he’ll never forget when you triumphantly snatched it out of his hands and kicked him in the shin, little brat you were. 

This is payback. 

Sam takes a hard left into one of the empty stalls, laughing wildly when you corner him, hands holding his sides in stitches. Smiling eyes betray the scowl on your face as you approach slowly, as if he were a jumpy young colt for you to tame. 

Something’s in the air, suffocating the closing space between the two of you and Sam’s pinned beneath the unreadable stare of your eyes dark with... somethin’. 

The heave of his chest is prominent under the loose fabric of his unbuttoned shirt, white undershirt stretching taut over its broadness. He sucks down big, audible breaths to steady himself, face slack. Sam rests his hands over the silver longhorn buckle of his belt, pinkies tracing over the rough grooves to distract him from this churning in his stomach. It could just be the alcohol. He’s not been oblivious to the all the lingering touches and heated gazes these past few months working close together, but it could just be the alcohol. 

In the back of his head, he can almost feel the phantom sting of his momma slapping him there, warning him that you don’t shit where you eat and he’d be stupid to do what his body is screaming for him to. 

You’re the annoying girl that sent him sprawling into a cow patty, trained the dogs to circle him in the field and nip at his heels. You’re his boss’ daughter and his friend, an important one at that. 

You’re... somethin’ and when he’s with you the sky is bluer and the clouds make these funny shapes with resemblances the two of you never agree on. 

“Okay, okay, you got me,” Sam holds his arms up in surrender, rolled up sleeves unravelling on his forearms. 

It doesn’t stop your approach like he’d hoped it would. The longer this goes on, and the closer you get — he can feel hot breaths fanning over his face now, raising goosebumps beneath his stubble — the weaker his resolve gets. 

You’re right in front of him, warm hands squeezing his shoulders and a glint in your eyes that means trouble. “Do I win a prize, cowboy?”

Sam’s knees buckle just the slightest and it’s your hands wandering down the taut muscles at his sides that keep him standing. When you call him that he feels all weird inside, like any nickname before that was wrong and any after wouldn’t even register for him. 

A sharp hiss leaves Sam’s lips, jolting as a cool few fingers experimentally drift beneath the hem of his shirt, smoothing over his hot skin. He says your name in warning, low and pleading. 

“Sam...” you whisper, knocking his hat off with the tipping brim of your own, a pleading look of your own burning straight through him and settling in the erratic beat of his chest. He struggles to focus on anything other than your fingers splayed out on his torso, thumbs fiddling with the waistband of his boxers peaking out above his jeans, nails scratching just light enough to leave his skin crawling. 

God, what did you say? He can’t remember, clenching fists to avoid reaching out and touching you, all warm against him. And why is he even fighting it? 

Hesitantly, Sam places a calloused hand on your waist, squeezing softly when your nose rubs against his. 

His mouth falls open stupidly, eyes tightly held shut because he’s afraid if he opens them you’ll disappear and he’ll be passed out on the floor at home. He doesn’t know how long he’s been watching after you like he had earlier that day — a while now — but his gaze always seems to find you, same as the few good dreams he has nowadays. 

“I want you.”

“Shit,” Sam grumbles, slapping a hand over the back of your neck and crushing your lips to his. 

The clunk of your hat hitting the stable floor is like the starting shot of a frantic race of tongue and teeth. Sam scrambles to grab handfuls of whatever he can, pulling you closer by the belt loops of your jeans. Your hands curl around his shoulders and push his shirt off, as he pulls you up to straddle him. Sam’s hands shoves themselves down the back of your jeans, stuck between scratchy denim and the soft flesh of your ass. 

Your legs gets tangled with his along the bag of his thighs, the two of you stumbling around for balance. It’s found, of course, in the hay.

Sam’s never felt so desperate, so starved for touch that even with you in his arms it’s not enough. He craves more, wants more of you all the time. He wants you as a coworker, a friend, a lover. 

Everything you have to offer, he’ll take. 

On his back and staring up at you with pathetic, lovesick eyes, Sam blindly tugs off his shirt, distracted by the smooth expanse of skin you reveal to him in your own undressing. He leans forward to press kisses against the cups of your bra, palming at the flesh of your torso and along the ridges of your back, eyes black with hungry want. 

Something whiny joins the harsh breathing that fills the quiet barn and it takes a second for Sam to realize that it had come from him. You slanted your hips over his, slowly rutting the rough fronts of your jeans against each other and Sam can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed by his soft moans. 

“You can’t help it, huh?” you murmur against his lips, rocking back and forth over his groin, “My Cowboy, always watching me with those pretty brown eyes.”

Sam chokes out a wrecked moan, desperately gripping your biceps as you create a burning friction between you, weight bearing down on his hard dick. You’re riding him for all he’s worth and christ, he thinks he might just die. 

“So soft for me, right? Even when I’m being mean...”

He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, your sweet tongue in his mouth maybe, but Sam has never been so utterly helpless. He doesn’t rightly know what to do with you, if there even is anything he can do. 

One particular roll of your hips has him quivering beneath you, reaching up to bring you down to his lips in a searing kiss. The grind has him seeing stars, crushing your shoulders in his hands as he fights back the rumbling burn in the base of his torso. Sam curses and you tut him, biting into his shoulder with a teasing smile, humming in appreciation as he stuffs his hands into the back pocket of your jeans and urges you on faster. 

Forward and back, a familiar rocking motion that he’s watched intently anytime the two of you ride out together, Sam’s a moaning mess. You drag your hot crotch against his again and again, he can hardly do anything but pant into your mouth as it presses little affectionate kisses.

“Please...” he begs.

You smile down at him, running your hands under his chin and pinching softly. He loves that smile, real soft and teasing, and just for him. Does whatever he can to draw that smile out. 

And then it’s a full out gallop, fast and hard down on his throbbing jean-covered cock and it’s too late before Sam realizes what’s about to happen. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” he struggles to stop you, hands futile in their attempts to halt your hips. You don’t stop and the knowing glint in your eyes tells him you know exactly what it is you’re doing. It’s building, burning in his gut, thick thighs tensed, chasing after it in acquiescence. 

Sam comes with a shout, painting the crotch of his jeans dark and wet with cum. He lays an arm over his eyes, practically hyperventilating as you ease him down with a few slow rolls over him. 

“I-” Sam doesn’t know what to say. Is there anything to say? He’s embarrassed and in awe of himself, of you. “I promise that’s never happened before.”

“You’re somethin’ Sam Wilson,” there’s a laugh in your voice, but Sam doesn’t feel like it’s at him and what he views as his failings. You pat his still heaving chest with a satisfied smile, the thumb of your other hand tapping lightly over his plump bottom lip. 

Sam grins, relieved that you’re still you. Understanding where it counts and a real fucking ball buster. Literally. 

“Not that I don’t love a good roll in the hay as much as the next guy... but, let’s do dinner before next time?” He’s a bit shy in his asking, focused on where his thumb traces the skin you your thigh still splayed out over his. 

You smile and nod, biting your lip and Sam’s a goner if it wasn’t already abundantly clear, “Gotta make it up to me somehow.”

Sam groans and throws you off of him, dipping you into a pile of hay he’s glad you disappear in. 

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[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Tony Stark's Digital Diary

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Bi79So

by maximum_ironstrange

Tony never thought he'd have a true family, but here he is with all he could ever ask for. Of course, he needs a place to write down all of his thoughts, because sometimes it's just too much. And he writes in it like he's talking to Stephen. Damn, he's fallen hard, hasn't he? this is such a crappy summary

Words: 938, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts (mentioned), Steve Rogers (mentioned), Thor (mentioned), The Guardians of the Galaxy (mentioned), Natasha Romanov (mentioned), Vision (mentioned), Loki (mentioned), Sam Wilson (mentioned), James "Bucky" Barnes (mentioned), Wanda Maximoff (mentioned)

Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Additional Tags: First Kiss, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Written from Tony's POV, its kinda written like a letter, How Do I Tag, I never planned on posting this, Not Beta Read, we die like Tony motherfuckin Stank, Tony lives, but the rest of the movie plays out like it was supposed to, IronStrange Relationship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Bi79So

[avintagekiss24]

So the plot of tfatws is literally the US government refusing to accept Sam as the new captain America and giving the shield to another random white boy.

Yeah, I read that too. But there’s gotta be drama, you know? They want somebody who is gonna just do their bidding and ask no questions and blah, blah, blah. To them, Sam is technically a war criminal since he broke out of a government prison and then ran off with Steve. Doesn’t surprise me.

But don’t fret, dear anon. Sam will show em. By the end of the series, we will have a black Captain America, and his name is Sam motherfuckin Wilson.

[spacey-acey-artemis]

“slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers”: maria hill, sam wilson, scott lang

slow burn: maria hill, because oof that woman could step on me and i would thank her (shit am i gay)

fake date: scott lang, because um hello?? prankster??? tricky???? babey???? i love him and we would get up to some shenanigans together, lemme tell you.

enemies to lovers: sam motherfuckin wilson, folks. i am so mad at him for his arms but i would also probably cuddle him to death.

[spyderkid]

*spends an hour looking at Sam Wilson posts*

That's my motherfuckin man

[melxncholymermxid]

Spoilers

Endgame

I just got back so I'm just gonna ramble. (This isn't in order of events btw)

(edit: guess who forgot to post this :/)

The second I realized what happened to Clint's family the tears started. They didn't stop until the end.

Carol!!! I was already in love with Brie Larson from what I've seen (I haven't seen CM) But she really is amazing jfc. Every appearance was iconic and had shit tons of bde

10/10 would DIE for Morgan.

How ever I do or don't feel about Scarlett Johanson aside, black widow really is that bitch and I loved this character.

Banner/hulk could low-key get it, don't @ me.

Americas ass. That is all.

I wish I would have seen ant man. I really like Scott.

The time travel was interesting and the suits grew on me after awhile.

Let's go lesbians!!! (you know the scene)

Honestly, that entire scene was amazing and had me in tears and on the edge of my seat. From Sam in Caps headset, to the portals opening up and one by one recognizing who was there. 

and everyone looking at the sky like “wtf is that?” its carol bitch!

Then, the gauntlet being thrown around like a fucking football, that whole sequence was amazing.

RESCUE!! WE GOT FUCKING RESCUE!!

I honestly didn't expect Valkyrie to be here. Maybe I'm just dumb, but I thought in IW all of Asgard was killed on that ship. I love her tho, and her leading Asgard is just *chef kiss*

As characters who really don't get enough credit, Rhodey and Clint, I just... I love them.

Gamora!!! Again, idk if it's because I'm dumb, but for some reason I assumed she'd be back after the final snap. (Although quill was looking for her so maybe 👀)

T'challa, my king. Okoye owns my whole heart. Seeing Shuri and M'baku of the battle I feel just... I loved seeing them all again. And Ramonda ❤

Sam Motherfuckin' Wilson. My heart, my joy, MY Cap. I'm gonna scream. Maybe this will lead into the show w/ Bucky.

Speaking of Cap... my boy. Tbh I was team Ironman in CW, but that was just based on what they were fighting for. Cap himself is just... I love him, and he deserved that life with Peggy.

That scene in 1970! Between Cap watching Peggy and Tony talking to Howard I just... Tears, tears everywhere.

And the man of the hour himself, that big asshole we fell in love with all those years ago, what a fucking way to go. Not only did he put the world's need over his own wants (the possibility that time travel would take away Morgan) he did so anyway. And then. Defeating Thanos... it didn't matter if he was the strongest avenger, he WAS the avengers and what he did I just... God, and that scene with Peter and Pepper I just... Openly wept. And his funeral... I hate funerals, it was just alot I'm way too much of a baby to watch movies like this.

The whole end of the movie, the funeral, Steve going back, Sam becoming Cap, all of it was great. But nothing was better than Steve and Peggy dancing and the movie going out on that beautiful music. Fucking Cinema! 

Overall, this franchise is very near and dear to my heart. I never got into anything like this before (not SW, HP, ST, XMEN, or anyother big franchise) and seeing Ironman, endgame, and alot of what was in between (not all of them, but maybe one day) Im happy that this ending was as amazing as it is.

Now, was every movie perfect? No.

We're there things that were problematic? Yes.

No peice of media will ever be perfect.

As much as we all love discourse, at the end of the day, the feeling of being in a theater and getting on an emotional roller coaster with characters you love and hate and just letting yourself enjoy something will always make me happy.

[captainslytherinsoldier]

3 motherfuckin hours till Sam Wilson o'clock

[moirasimagines]

Crush Day!

tagged by @casaharrington <3

tagging?: anyone who wants to, tbh!!

Describe your crush in real life if you have one. Have you two ever talked? How do you know each other? 

I don’t really know the answer to that right now, if I’m being honest? I might have feelings for a friend. Things are a lil messy but she’s v chill so like? We’ll be okay either way.

Your fictional crushes of the moment? (I’m making the text small bc... too many)

Oh man, that’s a BIG question. Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things; Jamie from Outlander; Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and Steve Rogers from Marvel; Dolores Abernathy, William, Logan Delos, Maeve Millay, and Teddy Flood from Westworld (I have a crush on like pretty much fuckin all of them????); Roxy Morton, Eggsy Unwin, and Merlin from Kingsman; Shadow and Laura Moon from American Gods; Finn and Rey from Star Wars. I also like have a crush on Poe Dameron from but he’s gay, so we leave him be lmao.

Your very first fictional crush? 

This is awful but I think it was the Beast/Prince from Beauty and the Beast. That said it might have been Belle and heteronormativity made me confused lmao.

Who's your really favorite fictional one right now (only one for this question, plz)?

Right now, tho I swore I wouldn’t start stanning him, it’s Billy motherfuckin’ Hargrove. I love him so much why did I dig myself into this hole

[novemberhush]

So I was tagged by @sweetmagnus (thanks, hon!) to name 5 films/tv shows/books, etc, that I’m looking forward to in 2018. Heads up, it’s kind of a Marvel-centric year...

1) ‘Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri’ - this one was just released in the UK two days ago, but I’ve been looking forward to it for ages. I’m a huge fan of both Woody Harrelson and Sam Rockwell, as well as John Hawkes who is also in the cast, and I really admire the talents of Frances McDormand and Martin McDonagh too. I have high hopes for this one and so far the reviews seem to encourage that hope. Although of course you can never really go by those because I’ve loved movies the critics have trashed and absolutely hated ones they’ve raved about. Anyway, if all goes according to plan I should be seeing this tomorrow night.

2a) ‘Black Panther’ - another one I’ve been looking forward to for ages and that has an amazing cast. Although I must confess that Angela Bassett (love her!) and Martin Freeman are particular favourites of mine. But there are no slouches in this cast at all, as far as I can see.

2b) ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ - come on, you knew this one had to be up there! All the gang together and united against a common enemy. My boys back together with Bucky out of cryostasis and back where he belongs, at Steve’s side. The idea of Sam Wilson encountering a talking raccoon and just being like ‘WTF??’ before shrugging his shoulders and going ‘whatever, man, this is just my crazy, fucked-up life now’. Yep, sign me the fuck up. Even if I am terrified not everyone will make it out alive (okay, I’m specifically terrified for Steve, if not in this movie, then maybe in the next one. I’m just not ready to say goodbye yet, okay?).

3) ‘Marvel’s Agents Of SHIELD’ - yeah, I know it’s been back in the States for weeks now, but we in the UK have to wait until March apparently for season 5 to air here. By which time of course I will have thoroughly spoilered myself on tumblr, but hey ho. Can’t wait for Coulson, May and their kids to come back again. Especially as I see Hunter has popped up again too. I hope Bobbi does too. I really want them all back together again. This is one of those shows where I really like and care about all the characters and have multiple ships (FitzSimmons, Yoyomack, Huntingbird, Philinda - who are hopefully gonna finally get their shit together this season - and Daisy and basically anyone who will treat her right and make her happy) and, yeah, I’m looking forward to it.

4) ‘I, Tonya’ - I cheated a bit by putting the two Marvel movies in together, because I almost forgot about this one and I’ve been dying to see it! Gotta wait another couple of months before it comes out here, but the promise of a blistering performance from Sebastian Stan (😍😍😍), as well as a cast that includes Allison Janney and Margot Robbie, has me tingling with anticipation!

5) ‘Brooklyn Nine-Nine’ - another show that has been back in the States for ages, but which has yet to return in the UK. It has been confirmed to be coming back to the E4 channel here, but no release date as yet, only a vague ‘early 2018’. So hopefully we’ll know more soon. Again, I’ll probably have spoilered myself on most of it through tumblr, but that’s my look out. Still looking forward to seeing all the latest shenanigans of the lovable motley crew for myself. Another one of those shows where I just love the whole team.

And that’s your lot! There are other shows I’m looking forward to either beginning or returning in 2018 (honourable mentions to ‘Black Lightning’ and the second part of season 3 of ‘Blindspot’, especially now David motherfuckin’ Morse is guest starring in it. Do you know how much I love David motherfuckin’ Morse? Hint: it’s a lot.), but I think these five will do for now.

I tag anyone who wants to play. If you have anything you’re feeling especially enthusiastic for in 2018, don’t be shy, come tell me about it. Here’s to a good year for us all. 😘

[ursulaismymiddlename]

I scroll down my dash and suddenly come across the phrase “Sam x Reader” and I’m like “YES! SAM MOTHERFUCKIN’ WILSON, Y’ALL!”

But then I realize that I’m kinda sorta still in the Supernatural fandom and they mean Sam Winchester and I’m all crestfallen like “Hm. Good for him. Hope she doesn’t die this time.”

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Cavalry Delayed

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pNwxhi

by The Little MerBucky (white_death)

In an alternate universe where Steve, Bucky, and Sam are vampires, Steve has taken a shine to Tony. Can Bucky and Sam save his life before Steve gets his way?

After his vampire valentine attacks Tony's home and nearly kills Rhodey, Tony fights back. With extreme prejudice. Sam flies to New York to make sure Bucky is still alive. He is, but maybe not for long with a vampire hunter freshly arrived on the scene.

Words: 2972, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Death Comes Calling

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, DUM-E, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Riley (Captain America movies), James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Jarvis & Tony Stark, Dummy & Tony Stark, Riley/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Evil Steve Rogers, Vampire Steve Rogers, Vampire Sam Wilson, Vampire Bucky Barnes, Protective Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Dum-E no, BAMF Tony Stark, RPG, go boom, New York City, white people on fire, no more first responders for you, lord of the flies reference, altruistic werewolves, vampire hunters on a motherfuckin plane, Rhodey lives, werewolf Riley, Hangover, Clusterfuck, when you go down for terrorism, chilling with the ex, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, 80s earworm, you just got rick rolled, by Jarvis, Winter Falcon, Minor Riley/Sam Wilson, past Bucky/Sam, the worst kind of stony, dysfunctional stucky, Abusive Relationships

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2pNwxhi

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MCU Characters as Named By My 24 y/o Brother

-Steve Rogers (Captain America):  ‘Merica

-Thor:  Too-sexy-for-my-shirt / Mom’s favorite

- Tony Stark (Iron Man):  ROBERT

-Bruce Banner (Hulk):  Your favorite

-Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow):  Badass Female Relief

-Clint Barton (Hawkeye):  Hawk-man (-guy/-dude)

-Nick Fury:  Samuel L.-MOTHERFUCKIN-Jackson

-Phil Coulson:  Mr. Steal-Yo-Girl

-Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier):  Emo Edward Elric

-Sam Wilson (Falcon):  Literal Birdman

-James “Rhodey” Rhodes (War Machine):  Canon Black Guy

-Peter Parker (Spider-Man):  Spider-man the 3rd Esquire

-Scott Lang (Ant-Man):  Bugzzzzz Life (5 z’s Ashley, it has to have 5 z’s)

-T’Challa (Black Panther):  King Cat

-Loki:  The Least Favorite Child

-Wanda Maximoff (Scarlett Witch):  Raven from Teen Titans

-Pietro Maximoff (Quick Silver):  I LIKE TO GO FAST

-Peter Quill (StarLord):  StarLord MOTHERFUCKERS

-Gamora:  The Love Of My Life

-Yandu:  Space Merle

-Drax:  I got nothin’…

-Rocket:  The Raccoon Thats Not A Raccoon

-Groot:  Giving-Tree