Yeah, Yeah. Shut Up Elf.
More playing in kat8therude's post-Whumpage sandbox.

"Well then, don’t look now, but guess who just walked in."
"I am going to kill you," Hartley hissed in response to the smug grin on his friend’s face. "I am going to die of humiliation and then I’m going to come back from the dead just to kill you."
"Hey, this is good news, now you have undeniable confirmation that Singh is totally cool with people being gay."
"You are possibly the worst wingman ever, Wally."
"Dude, I am the best. I got your big crush to come to the Alliance meeting. It. Is. An. Opportunity."
"A good wingman would have found out whether or not David is actually gay."
"Hart, if he was any more head over heels for you I’d be picking him out of the track asphalt." Wally snorted, "Seriously. I didn’t think it was humanly possible to distract him from his run faster than Wally West mission, but you show up and he’s lucky he’s not face-planting every other lap trying to make sure you’re looking."
"You’re exaggerating."
"I’m running at practice for regular track and field guys, I’ve got nothing but time to watch them for details. It’s almost embarrassing."
Hartley looked over his shoulder to where David was standing awkwardly amongst the milling crowd at the lecture hall entrance. He couldn’t help but smile. It would be nice if Wally was right. Those broad shoulders, the dark hair and muscled arms; he could definitely go for that.
"My only concern is if your future boyfriend there is out of the closet or not."
"You cannot just ask people that!"
"I know! That’s why I invited him to the meeting. It’s a test!"
"You are possibly the least subtle person ever. You should get Artemis to help you with that. Or Robin. It might take the urban legend himself to fix your brain."
"He looks lost," Wally’s smirk got more mischievous, something Hartley would have sworn was impossible. "I’m going to invite him to sit with us."
He felt his ears turning crimson, “I hate you.”
"You’re welcome."

More playing in kat8therude's post-Whumpage sandbox.

"Well then, don’t look now, but guess who just walked in."

"I am going to kill you," Hartley hissed in response to the smug grin on his friend’s face. "I am going to die of humiliation and then I’m going to come back from the dead just to kill you."

"Hey, this is good news, now you have undeniable confirmation that Singh is totally cool with people being gay."

"You are possibly the worst wingman ever, Wally."

"Dude, I am the best. I got your big crush to come to the Alliance meeting. It. Is. An. Opportunity."

"A good wingman would have found out whether or not David is actually gay."

"Hart, if he was any more head over heels for you I’d be picking him out of the track asphalt." Wally snorted, "Seriously. I didn’t think it was humanly possible to distract him from his run faster than Wally West mission, but you show up and he’s lucky he’s not face-planting every other lap trying to make sure you’re looking."

"You’re exaggerating."

"I’m running at practice for regular track and field guys, I’ve got nothing but time to watch them for details. It’s almost embarrassing."

Hartley looked over his shoulder to where David was standing awkwardly amongst the milling crowd at the lecture hall entrance. He couldn’t help but smile. It would be nice if Wally was right. Those broad shoulders, the dark hair and muscled arms; he could definitely go for that.

"My only concern is if your future boyfriend there is out of the closet or not."

"You cannot just ask people that!"

"I know! That’s why I invited him to the meeting. It’s a test!"

"You are possibly the least subtle person ever. You should get Artemis to help you with that. Or Robin. It might take the urban legend himself to fix your brain."

"He looks lost," Wally’s smirk got more mischievous, something Hartley would have sworn was impossible. "I’m going to invite him to sit with us."

He felt his ears turning crimson, “I hate you.”

"You’re welcome."

kat8therude:

mechinaries:

i imagine both steve and bucky like to come up with different ways to poke fun at sam every time they pass him during jogging

because they are shitheads

(the first one is a print you can get here)

Sam is not to blame if he murders them.

    

PERFECT. Where do I sign up to follow these accounts?

Steve and Bucky try to retaliate by doing the same to Sam, but while they can manage technology, the finer points of success at social media popularity elude them. Meanwhile Sam happily retweets and shares their posts because GODDAMN the world deserves to see more of him. He has no shame about it, so that plan kinda backfires.

Meanwhile Natasha handles all the advertising revenue stuff from everyone’s accounts and builds a nice nest egg of fuck you money for the next time things go sour in her current line of work.

qouinette:

sam wilson makes me sugar high
STEVESAM MAKES ME ALIVE
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qouinette:

sam wilson makes me sugar high

STEVESAM MAKES ME ALIVE

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

kelslk:

there was so much friendship in this movie I LOVED IT

kelslk:

there was so much friendship in this movie I LOVED IT

ladynorthstar:

early morning snuggles
because I have a OT4
I regret nothing, nothing at all

ladynorthstar:

early morning snuggles

because I have a OT4

I regret nothing, nothing at all

justm3h:

let me tell you how much I think I failed on this design…
So coming up with an idea for an Axel Walker for the Beyond universe… ugh… didn’t turn out exactly as I wanted.
I toyed with making him disabled in someway or even following in Grodd’s footsteps and ripping off his arm. In the end I went back to the idea that Axel would be the leader of his own little band of misfits and tried for a ringmaster type feel.
The cane was a little thought on him reverse engineering his shoes to make a gravity stick forcing people to unable to move their feet or something like that. I think it would be a good trick against a speedster.
Oh and I tried plaid pants. It made him look like a golfer.

justm3h:

let me tell you how much I think I failed on this design…

So coming up with an idea for an Axel Walker for the Beyond universe… ugh… didn’t turn out exactly as I wanted.

I toyed with making him disabled in someway or even following in Grodd’s footsteps and ripping off his arm. In the end I went back to the idea that Axel would be the leader of his own little band of misfits and tried for a ringmaster type feel.

The cane was a little thought on him reverse engineering his shoes to make a gravity stick forcing people to unable to move their feet or something like that. I think it would be a good trick against a speedster.

Oh and I tried plaid pants. It made him look like a golfer.

ladyilena:

Sorta sequel to [this]

I’m digging this deep and now I CAN’T STOP//////////////

ladyilena:

”..Who the hell is Natasha?”

I became so engrossed in the idea of Natasha being the Winter Soldier I COULDN’T HELP IT sorrynotsorry

toaradical:

So I took that Peggy!Cap idea and ran with it.

Went with a more work type jumpsuit for the outfit, because I think in the 1940s if you were going to use an ultra strong lady for propaganda purposes, it would be to motivate and inspire the women on the homefront, like Rosie the Riveter did.

Also I tried so hard, but there was no way to make stripes on this thing look good. Lord knows I tried.

americanninjax:

Been wanting to doodle Peggy Cap ever since that text post a few days ago. I MAY prefer this to Steve haha. She’s SUCH a competent agent to start with and give her super soldier abilities and holy crap.

americanninjax:

Been wanting to doodle Peggy Cap ever since that text post a few days ago. I MAY prefer this to Steve haha. She’s SUCH a competent agent to start with and give her super soldier abilities and holy crap.