“I think probably the most delicious surprise for me was the humor, to begin to discover that aspect of his character was, I think, undoubtedly used, in a conscious sense for some purpose, to make some point. There are accounts of people that came to ask him a question of, to them, great importance, found themselves in his presence, got a handshake, a story, and were out of the room before they even realized it. That’s good politics, but, I also think it was
innately part of him. I think there was a very joyful element to that, actually.”– Daniel Day-Lewis on what he learned about Abraham Lincoln
US Presidents Rated On How Likely They Were Into Vore
1. George Washington (they didnt call him Big Vore-ge for nothin)
2. John Quincy Adams (a kinky kinky boy)
3. Richard Nixon
4. Linden B johnson
5. Abraham Lincoln (also into inflation)
6. Alexander Hamilton (only if he was a president but i dont remember)
7. The one named Garfield who got stuck in the tub
8. Teddy Rosevelt (Historic president bringing the vore, furry, and bdsm kinks together and making them what we know them as today)
9. I dont know anymore presidents
Taking a break with some Code Realize doodles because I finished Van’s route a few weeks ago now and I’m STILL thinking about it… _(:3｣∠) I hope the anime will come soon! (Also, tumblr’s doing something really weird with the compression I can’t figure out… please fullview~)
The Bad Guys of the Week™ think that everything special about Captain America actually came out of Dr. Erskine’s magic bottle.
(Tony would like to state, for the record, that he is massively ashamed of having ever spoken that statement aloud. He’s been trying to apologize for it without using his words ever since. He doesn’t know if Steve has cottoned on to it yet.)
So, turning Steve Rogers back into his tiny, skinny, five foot and change self, has become something of a running theme. It’s exasperating as all hell because it never really works the way anyone expects it to and also because Abraham Erskine was a cunning secretive old goat who knew his way around Certain Things that Tony Stark refuses to call magic.
(Yes, it’s magic. Erskine really was a wizard. Shhh. Bruce Banner, mind you, is figuring his way around the “magic” stuff. Nobody tell Tony.)
When he’s bitty, Steve just straightens his suspenders, puts on his most comfortable pair of Chucks - thankful he doesn’t have to stuff newspapers for a better fit - and just goes about his day.
The inhaler is mostly a prop. Mostly.
Steve wanders all over New York, taking the subways, sketchbook and pencil in a suspiciously round backpack that also contains his shield.
It’s hilarious because the goddamn thing is practically bigger than he is but Steve unironically has been known to lay that shield out under a tree somewhere in Central Park so he can curl up in it and nap.
(He naps without a care in the world, because he’s aware that there’s watchful, protective eyes on him. He just likes to pretend that he’s completely oblivious to that beloved presence shadowing his every move.)
When he’s bitty, Steve still walks up to that asshole on the subway trying to harass that young woman who’s already got her earphones on and he says, “This jerk bothering you, miss?”
And most times she finds the starch in her spine, even when she’s already scared shitless of the potential rapist/sex offender/serial killer trying to chat her up - because even if he’s tiny, there’s something calm and confident in those clear blue eyes and she thinks - we got this, both of us. And between the two of them, Miss on the Subway and Steve Rogers can tell the asshole to fuck right off and at this point, the other people on the subway, trying to mind their own business, find themselves speaking up too.
They can’t help themselves - if that little guy isn’t afraid to do something, why not them?
(Also, Steve may be small, but he’s not really the same battered, stubborn punk kid from Brooklyn anymore. He still carries himself with authority and quiet confidence and it shows.)
When the Bad Guys™ come for him, they think he’s an easy mark. But Steve knows far more tricks up his sleeve than the scrapping he used to do and the thing is, he may LOOK small, but the serum is still there thrumming in his veins. He moves even faster now and every punch, every kick is delivered with precision and strength.
Steve can leap into the air like a cat and maybe he’s not bringing down a reverse-edged sword from twenty feet in the air…. but that shield can still bring in plenty of pain.
(The techniques of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu was intended for a sword, not a shield and its red-haired master had only found two people worthy to be trusted with its secrets. Steve was the second person in nearly two hundred years.)
When Steve lands gracefully on the ground, his enemies groaning and whimpering at his feet, he hears applause and a reverent, “God damn, baby, do that again.”
Steve launches himself at one former Winter Soldier and clings to him for dear life, octopus-style. Laughing for the first time in over seventy years, James Buchanan Barnes gropes Steve’s precious, bitty ass and gets the welcome home kiss he’s always dreamed of.
Everything Special About You, Steve Rogers - A Blanket Fort Headcanon
(There may be a stealth Rurouni Kenshin reference in there. Because the mental image of tiny Steeb and tiny Kenshin getting along is just too good to pass up.)