shields of brooklyn

10

Here’s to my strong girls.
My powerful girls.
My ruthlessly dedicated girls.

The ones who stand up for themselves and for what’s right.
The ones who fight and fight hard.
The ones who fall but pick themselves up and never quit.
Striving for the best in themselves and in the world.

Here’s to my strong girls.
My powerful girls.
My ruthlessly dedicated girls.

  • Me, a year ago: why are people so obsessed with finding spoilers? I prefer not knowing anything
  • Me, now: *stalks every actor, actress, writer and director on Twitter, analyze every pixel of the stills, rewatches the promo 80 times and frequents the spoiler tag*
  • God: you can have one wish that'll come true
  • Normal person: world peace please
  • Normal person: cure cancer please
  • Normal person: make everybody live a long happy life please
  • Person who belongs to a fandom: JUST MAKE MY OTP CANON FFS!!!

I just unfollowed about 1,200 blogs (save me) and my feed is extremely empty!
Please like or reblog if you post any of the following:
•Marvel and DC comics
•MCU
•DCEU
•The Flash
•Arrow
•Agents Of Shield
•Agent Carter
•Brookyln Nine Nine
•Star Wars (any and all installments)
•Harry Potter
•Any musicals
I’ll check out your blog and most likely follow!

Ships!

I’ve been away for a bit so I’ll be doing ships!


RULES

- To request a ship, YOU MUST BE FOLLOWING ME!

- You MUST request an imagine or preference

- Request only one fandom

- Have to be off anon or request on anon and then tell me which one was yours OFF anonymous!

- Please tell me whether you want to be shipped with a boy or a girl!

- Tell me about yourself: e.g. your hobbies, likes and dislikes, how you look, ect


Fandoms I’m accepting ships and requests from

- The Avengers

- Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

- X-Men

- Daredevil

- Arrow

- The Flash

- Teen Wolf

- Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

- Criminal Minds

- Supernatural

- Twilight

- Star Wars

- Stranger Things

- Brooklyn Nine Nine

- Introducing – RIVERDALE!

anonymous asked:

Steve Cap, someone got him to do a school visit to a kindergarten in Brooklyn. Traykor

“Are you sure this is smart?” Steve asked, as he followed the event organizer down the hallway. Bright decorations in a variety of languages welcomed him to PS.375 Jackie Robinson School. “I mean, I’m not trained to work with kids or anything.”

He’d worn his least-threatening uniform (no tac straps or supply pouches, no cowl, and no gloves) but he still felt like some kind of terrifying giant, especially since most of the art on the walls was at child’s-eye level. 

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to teach a class,” she replied, amused. “You just walk into the classroom, tell them hello and that you’re from Brooklyn too, let them ask you some questions, and hand out the little history booklets.” 

Steve had insisted on vetting the “LIFE OF CAPTAIN AMERICA!” booklets before they were printed, but they were harmless little comics about his life growing up in Brooklyn. Sanitized, maybe; they left out the gang wars and the worst of the grinding poverty. But still. Educational. 

“We’ve had great feedback from the Local Heroes program,” she continued.

“Yeah, Spidey says he loves doing the Queens schools,” Steve agreed. “Lucky we have so many heroes regional to New York.”

“All right, here we are,” she said. “Ready?”

Steve squared his jaw. “Ready.”

Inside, a group of kindergarteners were sitting in a semicircle on a large, brightly colored mat, being read to by a teacher. Steve faintly remembered his early school years as having a lot less carpeting. He barely heard the introductions being made; by god they were so small

“Hi,” he managed stiffly, when he saw the teacher looking at him expectantly. “I’m Captain America. I’m, um, from Brooklyn too.”

The children stared up at him silently. 

Ah, hell with it, he thought, and let himself down onto the carpet, crossing his legs, boots tucked up under his knees. His shield clanked, and he took it off his back, setting it against his knee. “I grew up around here,” he said. “I was born in Vinegar Hill.” 

One of the kids reached out and whacked his shield with one hand. It resonated, and there was a chorus of “oooooh”. Steve grinned, pulling the shield around in front of him, and drummed his fingers on a sweet spot. The shield let out a low whine. 

“It’s made of vibranium, a special metal,” he told them. “It sings when you tap it. You wanna try?” he asked a girl in the front row, who made a tiny fist and banged on it. 

“My brother plays bucket drums on the subway,” one of them announced, and scooted forward to bang out a clumsy rhythm on the shield. 

Steve, before he really understood what was happening, found himself surrounded by small, damp children, banging on the shield and firing questions about it at him. He didn’t even remember he was supposed to give a speech or hand out the booklets until the event organizer touched his shoulder. 

“Captain America has a few other classrooms to visit,” she said. The kids looked disappointed. “But he left some books for you!” 

“Be good, read up on your history,” Steve said, as he stood and mounted the shield on his back again. The children all nodded. 

Outside, in the hallway, he grinned.

“I guess it makes sense they’d like the shield,” he remarked. “Brooklyn kids like to make a lot of noise.”