lickerswish:

notallbees:

Cohabitation in the Twenty-first Century: Rules and Guidelines by Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes (a fic by notallbees & lickerswish, resident tumblr grannies)

lickerswish and I started writing stupid rules for Steve and Bucky living together post-Winter Soldier, and then it somehow morphed into this!?

You can also read on Ao3 😀 (we love kudos: it gives us queer superpowers <3)

(also, if you have trouble reading their stupid super soldier handwriting, drop me a line for the typed version)

This whole thing started because I was bitching about my roommates to notallbees over IM. Everyone who’s ever told me my negative attitude would get me nowhere in life must be feeling preeeettttty stupid right now, huh?

And yes we are the most badass grannies on Tumblr. Clear the road, everyone.

I have to say that a text version of this story hosted online in an easily accessible place rather than being something a reader has to request would be really useful. My partner, who is dyslexic and has visual sensitivity that leads to regular migraines tried to read this fanwork as-is and couldn’t. I haven’t read it, but I am autistic and have associated sensory sensitivity. Both of us use the Reversi theme on AO3 – light text on black background – to reduce the amount of light we have to expose our eyes to, and image files can’t be reversed. I understand the beauty of fanworks that theme themselves after ephemera – letters, notes – but when there is no text version or alt text, they’re also completely inaccessible to screen readers, which people with visual distortion or blindness need to translate text to an audible format. Having a text version is great, but having it be something that people have to petition to read is kind of awkward, and a bit of a barrier to those of us who have social phobias about initiating contact with strangers. It’s an accessibility issue, I guess is what I’m saying.

Do you think that, the MCU at least, if Erskine hadn’t died then we’d have seen something like the Hulk a lot earlier? A whole lot of stuff in Marvel can be traced back to Cap like Wolverine, the Hulk and all that hot mess, Deadpool, and the Winter Soldier. All of them trying to recreate the Super Soldier Serum or just more supersoldiers.

copperbadge:

Well, remember, the Hulk as an experiment in re-creating the super-soldier is very recent — I’d have to check with Mage for the precise date but I believe it only dates to the Ed Norton Hulk film. But to make it easy, let’s stick with MCU for now and ignore the comics, because in MCU Hulk was an attempt to re-create the Super Soldier Serum, though Bruce Banner wasn’t apparently aware of that. 

I don’t think we’d see the Hulk sooner, at least in America, but the why of that is a complicated one.

If Erskine had lived, the Serum formula would have been in his control, which I don’t think was an accident; Erskine came from Nazi-controlled Germany and he presumably had a very healthy paranoia about authority. Even if the US had no plans to kill him, he knew that they wouldn’t dare think about it so long as he was the only one who knew the formula. It also meant he could exercise the same rigorous quality control on later test subjects that he did when choosing Steve. Phillips, for all his likeable qualities, was a military man in wartime and like most of the people he represented, he wanted the biggest, dumbest asshole to get the treatment — if Erskine didn’t control who got it, then the Army would start shoving men like Gilmore Hodge into the Sarcophagus of Pretty. And as we know, in the Sarcophagus of Pretty, good gets better, and bad gets worse. So you either get a lot of indestructible bullies, or you get a lot of dead ones. Erskine won’t have that.   

So you have Erskine who is willing to make super soldiers but who is not going to unless they pass his personal inspection. The government’s still getting its soldiers, even if it’s not getting them super fast. Maybe they want more than Erskine is willing to give, but a bureaucracy at rest tends to stay at rest; as long as Erksine’s willing to play ball, it’s unlikely that anyone but a psychotic would push for parallel experimentation just so they could get more soldiers, and highly unlikely it would get funding. 

There was a fanfic once, I wish I could remember where, that had one character talking about how it was a good thing Erksine died, because then the genetic arms race would have kicked into high gear, and you’d get armies of Super Soldiers running around fucking shit up. Another character pointed out that no — if personality affects how one reacts to the Serum, then what you get for candidates are people like Steve Rogers — people who will not use their power for personal gain, who will not blindly follow orders, and who will not stand to see the powerful dominate the weak. So what you end up with are a bunch of rational, thoughtful, stridently anti-authoritarian and nearly indestructible men who are trained to work well together and collaborate to achieve their goals. I can’t think the military would want too many of them.

If we did see a Hulk, I don’t think it would be an American one; I think it would be the product of Russia, post-war, trying to break the cold war stalemate by producing its own super soldiers with partial information taken from spies in America.

A literal Red Hulk, if you will. 

Imagine Steve bringing various men home to the tower and then leaving in the morning hair mussed and disheveled. Unlike what the avengers thought, Steve was bringing models into the tower so he could draw them and they usually stayed over for early morning finishing touches.

theactualcluegirl:

imaginesteverogerss:

Steve knows perfectly well what it looks like, it’s just that, well, he doesn’t really care what the other Avengers think, and plus Tony choking on his spit every time it happens just never gets old.

Sometimes he even pauses before entering rooms so he can listen in on the discussions about what the hell he’s been doing with these young men.

The best one is when Jeff, the dark-haired guy with the scar that bisects his eyebrow, stands on tiptoe to kiss Steve’s cheek on his way out. He says, “thanks, sugar. Let’s do this again sometime,” and Steve watches in the mirror beside the door as Clint coughs into his coffee, spraying it all over his face and the chair behind him.

He tries not to smirk as he shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets. “Gonna head back to bed for a bit,” he says, “didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

He thinks he might have cracked a rib trying to hold in his laughter as he heads back to his room, listening to Clint sputter behind him.

 

Headcanon accepted.

flatbear:

flatbear:

Baby Money Avengers. (Click the first to embiggen)

Sometimes when it’s really late, and Starkexpos is drunk, we enable eachother and come up with really, really, really stupid stuff. And then I blow off working for a day in order to draw it all.

LET’S FACE IT THIS IS NOT THE WORST THING YOU HAVE CAUGHT ME DRAWING.