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“Did you lose someone?”

My wingman, Riley.”


My art experiments turned into Sam feelings explosion ;a;

America: It’s time to step up the game, bro.

Canada: Which game?

America: We start selling capitalism!

Canada: You–

America: You have to buy passes to be able to enter stores and you have to pay to be able to raise your item per store limit!

Canada: …I… I can’t tell if you’re joking. 

America: $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$..$$$$$$$


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Brooklyn, 1940

Steve Rogers had been eying a 35mm Kodak in the store window for months. He’d never said anything about it though, because he knew times were tough and there was NO WAY he could scrape up 17 whole dollars for it.
But Steve didn’t need to say anything because Bucky saw every lingering gaze each time they walked passed that window and he swore to himself that he’d get it for him no matter how he had to do it.
Over the next few months, Bucky worked tons of overtime at the factory and any other odd job he could find. Didn’t matter what it was. If he didn’t know how to do it, he’d learn. Any sort of car repair, any and all house/apartment fixes, shoe shining.
He even pawned a few things he probably wouldn’t miss too much.
As Steve’s birthday neared, Bucky had finally scraped and saved enough to buy the camera, and even had enough left over to buy a couple new paint brushes and a new pad of paper.
“What’s this Buck?” Steve said tentatively, eyeing the package on the table in their kitchen on the morning of July 4, 1941.
“Thought we didn’t have the money for any birthday presents this year.” Steve questioned with an arched brow.
“Just open it.” Bucky coaxed, with a soft but eager smile. He held the paper and brushes behind his back to reveal after the camera.
Steve eyed him suspiciously for a moment more before stepping up to the table and examining the brown paper wrapped cube.
He carefully pulled on the tape holding the paper flaps one by one until the paper fell open, revealing the boxed camera inside.

Steve immediately froze. His mouth slowly dropped open as he blinked and stared at it.
It couldn’t possibly be… maybe it’s just the box and there’s something else inside it.

“W-,” Steve’s voice was hoarse so he cleared his throat and began again. “What’s inside?” He whispered, with a tentative look back up at Bucky, who was gazing at him expectantly.
“Open it up and see.” Bucky said with a laugh.
Steve’s nimble fingers slipped under the top flap and lifted slowly, like he was scared something was gonna come out and bite him.
As he saw that it truly was the camera sitting in the box, he felt tears prickling at his eyes.
There’s no way…
“Buck…” Started Steve, but his throat was too tight to speak further, so he just looked up at him with glistening eyes.
“Happy birthday Stevie.” Bucky said as he placed the pad of paper and two brushes on the table as well.
Steve threw his small frame against Bucky’s in the tightest hug he could manage. As he stumbled back a couple steps, Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve and held onto him.
“How?” Steves small voice was muffled against Bucky’s chest.
“Don’t worry about it.” Was all Bucky said.
Steve would press more about it later, but right now he was too eager to try it out.

After finally letting go, Steve immediately went to the table to position the film inside the camera, pushing aside the paper and brushes for later in his excitement.
He’d apparently been researching everything about this camera long before now and was already well aware of how it worked.
He scrambled out the door, down the stairs and skidded to a stop outside their apartment building dragging Bucky behind him all the way.
Steve walked out and stood several feet away from Bucky and brought the camera up to look through the view finder at him.
“Come on Stevie.. what are you doin with that thing? You don’t need no pictures of me.” He grumbled.
Steve ignored him and continued fiddling with the knobs and switches until he had it where he wanted it and looked up eagerly at Bucky.
Bucky sighed and let his arms drop by his sides in defeat.
“Fine… so whaddya want me to do.” Bucky conceded.
“Just stand there and stay still.” Steve answered as he looked through the view finder and squared up his shot.
“That’s it? I feel like an idiot.” Bucky flatly uttered.
“Well that’s a coincidence, cause you look like an idiot too.” Steve teased, as he snapped the picture.


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The sole reason for me to want to buy Battling Butler’s dvd.

Honestly ;-)

This proud and happy dedication and that insipid way of taking it for granted! It is so comically touching how these two act and think through each other.

And to me the greatest triumph in this movie is not the fight, but the very last scene. When Alfred enters the world on his own, half naked and all, foolishly in love, with his wife who wants him just as he is - and there’s no Martin to be seen, running after him to arrange his appearance this time around! It’s like they’ve both grown up, the master and the valet.

The dvd comes with stills from the original Battling Butler play. I haven’t yet been able to figure out if there was a valet in that storyline, but if that’s how Buster and his team adapted the story (adding Snitz Edwards!), that was just a brilliant, brilliant move.

Baby Girl

Summary: You have a baby girl after 2 boys.

a/n: HERES ANOTHER DAD!SHAWN. btw, I found out how to permalink on this mobile browser with flash player so I just updated and fixed any errors in my masterlist (if there is any, please dont be shy to tell me!! I do not bite) on desktop websites, my recent work is also updated and will be updated. make sure to check that masterlist out yo. and also give me thoughts, constructive criticism, maybe just plain criticism, fact check, correct me?? idk 

One nice spring day, a baby girl was born to you and Shawn after previously having two boys. The whole world was excited and happy to hear of her arrival, the second biggest thing that year. 

The symptoms showed unexpectedly and you instantly knew what was going on–another baby was on the way. After two baby boys, you and Shawn were seriously hoping for baby girl. With the two boys, you had an easy pregnancy–they did not give you any trouble. But baby girl gave you a lot of trouble and pain. She had very strong legs while she was in the womb specially when she heard her daddy’s voice. You can already tell she’s gonna be daddy’s girl.

On the day that Shawn found out that it was gonna be a girl, you didn’t know if he was gonna scream because of happiness or cry his eyes out. He did start to joke about buying a gun in America because of his new baby girl and of the loose gun laws there. Your two boys were very excited that they were gonna get a new playmate, other than that they didn’t really understand anything considering that they were only three and five years old. 

To top the hard pregnancy, your 14-hour labor iced the top of the cake for you and Shawn. This third baby was the last one–no more. She came out with a cry and almost a head full of hair, it explained why you got heart burns often. She had brown curly hair that matched Shawn’s and the boys’. She was nothing but perfect. 

Three pairs of pretty much the same color brown eyes stared at the tiny bundle, that was sleeping in the crib, while you slept after all her checks and you nursing. You were exhausted. 

“Baby’s tiny!” The now second child, Emerson Flynn, said very loudly which made the baby squirm a little bit. He meant that the baby is tiny. Unlike his older brother, Emerson was like the typical three year old with his speech. He did not have the advanced speaking skills that Caden has. 

“Shh, Emerson. The baby is sleeping,” The oldest, Cadence Emmanuel, told Emerson very loudly. 

“Boys, you can’t be too loud. Your mommy and your sister is sleeping,“ Shawn whispered, the three boys did not take their glance off the baby girl at all. 

“What’s her name, daddy?” Caden asked, still staring at the baby. 

Shawn smiled, remembering a question and answer a few years back. “We named her Skylar. We don’t know her middle name yet.” Shawn never baby talked to the kids, he read somewhere that kids shouldn’t be baby talked–they needed to know what actual words sounded like and you’re the ones they talked to a lot.

“Kyla?” Emerson blurted out, causing the baby to squirm a lot more. Emerson couldn’t pronounce Skylar and Shawn actually liked that nickname and repeated it to himself. 

Shawn, Caden, and Emerson watched every single one of her movement. Shawn noticed that she was about to wake up, scared that Kyla was gonna cry and you will have to nurse her. She didn’t cry when she woke up, she stretched instead. She finally opened her eyes and Shawn’s heart was fluttering–this is the first time they have ever seen her eyes even if her eyecolor won’t show up until a few days after. Caden and Emerson were silent, not even a word. She looked directly at the three guys staring at her, and gave them what seems like a smile.

For the third time in his life, his world just completely stopped. There was nothing else except for his two sons, his sleeping wife, and his baby girl. Just from looking down at that few hour old baby girl, those three pairs of brown eyes and heads of curls knew that they loved her so much that she will probably rule the house. They also will drag anyone who hurts her through hell. Well, Shawn thought that. The two other boys will think the same later on.

Like a Harriet, rules the home. Shawn thought. Skylar Harriet Mendes