"I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."
YOU DID NOT QUOTE SPONGEBOB AND MAKE IT SOUND POETIC AND BEAUTIFUL
FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT STEVE TRIED TO TRIGGER BUCKY’S MEMORIES BY WEARING HIS LESS DURABLE RETRO!UNIFORM (aka the not-so-bulletproof outfit he wore the last time Bucky saw him) AND BY QUOTING SOMETHING BUCKY SAID TO HIM 70-SOMETHING YEARS AGO
Okay okay but can we just talk about this? The entire movie Steve’s worth is defined by what Captain America has become. He goes to the Smithsonian to see Captain America’s life projected back at him — the boy he was before a footnote, the sickly waif who wasn’t good enough until the army (literally) made him A Man — while he’s there he walks around unrecognized; the entire gag at the mall is based on the idea that this is a 6’2” hulking muscled mass of a guy who absolutely no one recognizes unless he has that star on his chest, because it’s the suit, not the person, who’s been given worth. And when Steve thinks about the most memorable thing about himself — when he thinks about how to get Bucky back — he goes for that. He goes for Captain America. And it doesn’t work; Bucky doesn’t react at all. Because Bucky always saw through that. He didn’t give a shit about Captain America. That “little guy from Brooklyn,” that’s the kid he loved, that’s the one he was following when he died, the one who’s scared voice knocked the memories out of him earlier in the movie. And it’s only when Steve drops the shield, and the helmet — all of the things that make him Captain America, that make him immediately recognizable to the rest of the country, to the world — when he calls on this one, rogue memory from when they were just kids, from before he was the national ideal of manhood he’s been made out to be since his death… That’s when Bucky sees him. Because Bucky doesn’t remember, or care about Captain America: Captain America is just a target. But Steve Rogers, that little kid from Brooklyn? Is under him, and dying, and scared…and the impulse to protect is so much stronger than anything else that’s been done to Bucky since then.
Suicide doesn’t happen when someone cuts their wrist, or put a rope around their neck and hangs themself. Suicide happens when you wake up every day with your heart empty.
I’m actually concerned for boys who complain about how different girls look without makeup. Like did you think eyeshadow permanently alters a girls eyelid? Are you frightened when people change clothes
Babies have no concept of object permanence
If you haven’t noticed by now I really love dogs
THIS AVOCADO IS FURIOUS
A cover idea that didn’t get finished. This marks the official end of my summer.
First class in 9 hours — My last year of college is finally here!
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i hate this bitch lmao
im surprised by how offended i get by small things people do like wow you dont like plain granola? your salty personality needs to bippity boppity back the fuck out of my bubble
One more shot then I’m quitting forever
Cross my heart, cross my fingers
Cross my heart, cross my fingers