Today on twitter someone told me I should SUPPORT the shows and movies I’m talking about instead of just tweeting about it because “tweeting about it doesn’t get them views/money” and I’ve never, ever, encountered someone who so badly missed the point of my entire online brand. Wildest thing someone ever said to me.
In this first movie, the only times Steve refers to himself as “Captain America’ are when he’s making self-deprecating jokes.
"I’m Captain America,” he says to a group of doubtful POWs, trying to convince himself he actually has a chance at saving them.
“Are you ready to follow ‘Captain America’ into the jaws of death?” he asks his best friend, wondering why anyone, especially Bucky, would want to follow him at all.
“I’m just a kid from Brooklyn,” he says to the Red Skull.
He takes being Captain America about as seriously as he does his ability to punch Hitler 200 times. Steve’s smart enough to know his rank is just a gesture, and self-deprecating enough to feel he didn’t earn it.
When he wakes up in the future, even the President greets him with that old stage name: “welcome back, Cap."
Peggy is the only one left to welcome back Steve Rogers, and he gets to hear her do it over, and over, and over again.
falling in love with nolan and nico was a bad idea cause one is gonna go to the devils and ones gonna go to the flyers and im either gonna have to forget about them or take on two more teams into my realm of caring
“Don’t talk,” Danny warns, barely audible over the furious crowd. “27′s stick fucked up your face real nice.”
That is not what he wants to hear, not even close. Eric shakes off a glove and brings it to his mouth, poking at the aching, bloody place where his mouth guard, and his front teeth used to be. He glides to the bench and shoves Lenny out of the way so their trainer, Mason, can assess the damage. Eric’s vision isn’t blurry and It’s not a concussion he’s worried about.
“..ook ‘ike a ‘ick?” Eric asks around his swollen, clumsy tongue. When Carter snickers ‘yes’, Eric holds up three fingers, their not-so-covert way of avoiding the obscene gesture fine.
Coach leans in to inspect the damage. “Can he play?
“You look like a hockey player, son.” Mason chides. “Tilt your head back.” Eric obeys but keeps his good eye on 27, already sliding into the Avs penalty box. “Doesn’t look like his jaw is broken, just lost a few teeth. He’s fine.”
So much for ‘no surgery in the off-season’, he’s going to need implants like Jack.
Oh, fuck, Jack.
“K’ll the ‘uckers on the p’werpay,” Eric orders around his swollen tongue, “and f’nd my teeff!”
Danny, Eric’s wonderful, sweet, long-suffering rookie, nods emphatically before sending the orders down the bench.
“Your man’s gonna be thrilled, lose any more teeth and you can –” Carter makes a crude gesture with his fist “– wait, does he have fake teeth, too? You guys are going to have so much fun-”
“Gett’n m’re th’n you.” Eric chirps, shaking loose of Mason’s prodding fingers to drop his head and spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor.
“Good, keep spitting, don’t swallow the blood.” Mason chides, applying a butterfly bandage with one hand and aiming a water bottle with the other. “C’mon, swish and spit. Let me see what we’re working with.”
Carter snickers. “Yeah, Bittle, don’t swallow.”
This time Eric spits the pink water all over Carter’s skates.