Hello all, so this is my dad, and he’s planning on cosplaying as Rescue Captain America at San Diego Comic-Con this year.
Here’s the problem: He’s 53 and he thinks he might be too old to cosplay. In addition, he thinks he’s not buff/handsome enough to pull it off a Captain America costume. So even though he’s put a ton of work into his cosplay, he’s thinking about not taking any of it with us.
I’ve set out to prove him wrong, so tumblr, please help me show this retired Air Force officer that he makes a great Captain America!
i forgot about these sketches i scanned months ago oops
Summary: After over a half decade at Shibusen, Soul is finally returning home to attend his brother’s wedding, bringing his meister with him for moral support. When a misunderstanding forces Soul and Maka to pretend they are in a different sort of partnership, will it lead to fate or folly?
A/N: This will be a multi-chapter SoMa post-canonverse fic-the premise will be clear soon enough. Thanks to ilarual for being a fantastic reader. And yes, I swiped the title from a Beatles tune. If the song fits, as it were.
He looked way too casual for how nervous his wavelength felt, and it set her immediately on edge.
“What?” Maka snapped as he plopped down next to her on the couch, bowl of popcorn in hand.
“Um, you can start the movie now?” Sarcasm, so normal, but the tension still writhed underneath.
“Fine,” she said, clicking on the selection for the evening. It was her pick, and seeing as he’d tortured her with some absolutely dreadful action flick last week, she decided to break out the big guns. So tonight, her favorite cheesy romcom You’ve Got Mail! was on the docket, and the moment it started, she heard her partner groan audibly. Well, next time, maybe he’d think twice before making her sit through the questionable dramatic stylings of Steven Seagal.
“I am so making you watch Sharknado next time for this,” Soul mumbled as Meg Ryan talked through more of her history. Maka just shrugged.
“Wouldn’t be the worst movie you’ve made me watch. I guess next Friday Sharknado it is.”
“Actually,” he hedged, and Maka felt the tension in his soul spike. “About that.”
“About what? Sharknado? At least it’ll be funny. Better than another armbreaking fest.”
“Noooo…I mean about next Friday.”
Maka’s eyes shot to her partner’s face. His own eyes were still plastered to the television where Meg Ryan was now typing in an email on a dated desktop using a long defunct ISP, yet she noticed that, in spite of his otherwise casual posture, her scythe was scratching the back of his neck emphatically. Oh yes, Soul was definitely nervous.
“What about it?” she snapped.
“Well, it’s just—uhhh—well—my brother called last night.”
“Your brother? So you guys are talking? Soul, that’s great!” It really was. Maka knew so little about his family, but she had learned that her weapon had an older brother and that he hadn’t spoken to any of them since he’d come to school. The scythe meister had never forced the issue, though more recently, in the few years since the final battle on the moon, she had tried to nudge him towards reconciling. Even if Soul would never admit it, she could tell he missed them.
Maka would try to keep their PDA to a minimum, but Soul.
WHAT THE. Marsh!!! I don’t even know how long ago you posted this but HI! Yes, we haven’t talked in forever! I really hope you’re doing okay. :3
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