Have you considered one of the 58 dating options I gave you?
I just want someone who has the same life experiences I have: growing up broke in Brooklyn, fighting during World War II, being frozen for most of life.
Hi, I’m back.
me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit (via jtoday)
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL
and stop yanking IV lines out of your arms the minute you wake up in the hospital
That is a broadsword, why are you fencing with it
Shoot him damnit. You have a gun. Win! Kill him! No! Don’t give him a speech!
ALL OF THESE. EVERY TIME.
Also you could totally sever a tendon in your hand and it tuRNS OUT THOSE ARE IMPORTANT?!
If I blurt out “WHY would you do that?” during a thing it is probably one of these.
One thing I haven’t really seen discussed much yet about CATWS is the role of the Smithsonian exhibit and how it informs the theme of identity in the movie. As lots of you probably know by now, I find the presence of history (as a discipline) really cool when it appears in pop culture, so I kinda want to talk about what putting this exhibit in the movie does on a narrative level. Because museums tell stories through cultural artifacts, right? Only, cultural artifacts don’t always tell the whole story, or at least don’t tell a single story. The story they tell very much depends on how they’re curated: how they’re displayed, what they’re displayed with, how they are contextualized and commented on by the curator(s).
So while the exhibit is about Captain America, at least one of the stories that it’s telling is actually about Bucky.
clint barton shows up to shield 15 minutes late with a starbucks
My favourite thing is that there is already fic wherein Clint gets off a flight from being away on a mission, turns on his phone, and goes oh fuck as his phone explodes with about a trillion increasingly angry messages.