#daily steeb

[angelbaby-fics]

I need buggy and steeb to make me do my school work. Only way I will do it! They would be so encouraging. And hold me accountable

-♡

saaaaaaaame except i dont have school work anymore, i just have regular work & daily chores 😭

though i have to say, it really does help sometimes to imagine them putting a firm hand on my shoulder, looking me in the eyes, and saying "okay chloe, thats enough screentime for right now. lets work on some housework now, alright?" 😅 and of course, imagining how proud they'd be of me when i'm finished!!

[irrcdeemable]

✨✨✨✨✨ i could cover 50 asks gushing about how awesome you are, but i'll be good and keep it brief - your billy has had me hooked from before we were even mutuals, and your writing is such beautiful easy reading that i just wanna read everything you put out. billy has such a special place in my heart, and all that is pretty much down to you, all the pain, all the happy times, it's just such a great time writing with you and steve couldn't be happier to have you either!

[[GRACE, YOU GET OVER HERE AND GIMME A HUG OMG. Getting to interact with you and meeting you has been such a blessing, honestly. I always look forward to our daily chats and threads. You share in my Harringrove brain rot and I could not ask for a better partner for Billy than your Steve. Bless him for being such a kind, patient, and caring man. These past few days have been so so much fun and have kept me going more than you know. Sending you and Steeb tons of love]]

[steven-scribbleverse]

Today’s Steven is... uh...

[3catseveryday]

day 25 ! peak lion design

[dondai-supremo]

[steven-universe-search-history]

Petition for yall to take the corn chaos back to daily-steeb

YEAH. OTHER PEOPLE CAN SUFFER INSTEAD

[pixeldotgamer]

we’re 80 frames in lads

[r-is-typing]

my hero | s.h

summary: in which steve saves the day

requested?: yes! requested by anon (or grape, in this case haha)

request: okay bit of a horror-inspired idea for steeb harrington because why not, so here goes: steve receives a call at 2 am after a grueling shift at family video (because surprisingly, someone actually tried to rob the place and he & robin had to spend the entire day cleaning/checking inventory) so he's less than enthused about receiving a call. he lets the first call go to voicemail but on the 2nd call he just answers. the moment he does though, he fucking blanches because he realizes its you and you sound terrified and shaking and oh my god- why do you sound so scared? dun dun dun! and there's where it ends, its up to you to decide as to why reader is terrified :> go crazy with this one <3 hope ure having a nice day homie - 🍇

pairing: steve harrington x reader

category: bit of angst in beginning, fluff towards end 

content warnings: mentions of crime, swearing

word count: 1.1k

Today was rough. 

Usually working at Family Video was a breeze as long as you didn’t count the people in their 70s to 80s trying to hear what Robin or Steve had to say, or having to call people daily because they didn’t know how to return their rentals. 

Today was one of the worst days Steve could remember working at Family Video. Someone had come in around 9pm, attempting to rob the place, taking whatever tapes he could, but luckily, one of the members of the Hawkins Police were arriving to rent a video and could stop the thief. 

But, that just made Robin and Steve’s job harder. The guy had carelessly dragged his hand on each shelf knocking the tapes to the ground, so after he was caught and taken into police custody, it was the two teens jobs to clean up the store, putting everything back in perfect order. 

Steve ended up not getting home till almost midnight as he had to drop Robin off at home after cleaning up. So, this delayed him in getting to sleep. Which, if you knew anything about Steve Harrington, if he didn’t get a good amount of sleep for any reason, he’d let you know. 

So, when 2am rolled around and his home phone began to ring and he woke up, he was upset, choosing to ignore it and rolling back over in his bed and getting comfortable once more. Immediately after hanging up, the phone rang again. “Jesus Christ..” Steve picked up the phone, putting it to his ear as he felt anger run through his body, along with the added lack of sleep. 

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, but it is two in the damn morning. I had a rough day at work so I’d appreciate if you stop calling. I don’t know what you want but-”

“Stevie, please help-”

A broken, sob of a whisper alerted him as he recognized your voice. “Baby? Y/N? What’s going on?” Shaky breaths were heard on the other end of the line, but no response came. “Baby. Talk to me.” 

“There’s someone here, Steve. Someone in the house..” 

Steve had never moved so fast, he held the phone to one ear, shoving his legs through his pantlegs of a random pair of sweatpants strewn on his floor. “Okay, baby. Just stay where you are. I’ll be right there. Do not move, whatever you do. I’m on my way.” He made sure she was okay enough for the drive before running down the stairs and out to his car. 

Steve backed up quickly, turning his wheel and speeding to Y/N’s house. As he pulled up to the house, he sees her light on, and he notices her parents weren’t there and a random car parked across the street that he’d never seen before. 

He grabbed his bat from the backseat and ran sneakily towards the house, seeing the door left slightly ajar. Steve’s heart raced, swinging his bat at the person who stood in his girlfriend's house, the person wearing a black ski mask over their face, a gun in hand. They doubled over in pain, groaning loudly, the gun flying across the room.

Before Steve left, he had made sure to call the police, alerting them of the situation so when Steve arrived, the police wouldn’t be too far behind. The police rushed in, lifting the guy off of the ground, leaving the backpack filled with stolen valuables on the ground while they cuffed him. Steve ran upstairs, opening Y/N’s bedroom door. 

“Baby? It’s just me. You can come out now.” 

Slowly, her closet door slid open and Y/N collapsed into his arms, sobbing loudly. “You came, you really came.” She sobbed against his neck, his hands feeling cold on her waist. “‘Course I did, baby. Had to come rescue my girl, didn’t I?” Y/N nods against his neck, the skin soaked with her tears, some sliding down his neck and down his chest. 

“Alright, c’mon, sweet girl. I’ll take you to my place, alright? My parents aren’t home, so it’ll just be us. I’ll take care of you. Promise.” 

Steve wraps his arms around her, leading him to his car and helping her get in safely. He rushed around to the driver's side, hopping in and taking off without a second thought. Y/N’s hand reached up, grabbing Steve’s right hand off of the steering wheel and placing it on her thigh, which Steve knew was a huge stress relief for her, especially when she let out a sigh of relief as if she’d been holding her breath for hours on end. 

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go inside.” 

Steve helped her into the house and up into his bedroom. He began leading her to the bathroom which caused for some confusion, but Y/N let him lead her anyway, knowing Steve knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Here, I’m gonna run you a bath and make you some tea. Sound good?” 

Y/N nodded, sitting on the lid of the toilet seat as Steve helped undress her. “My gorgeous girl. The prettiest girl in Hawkins.” She giggled softly as Steve kissed her neck sweetly. His hands placed themselves on her waist, one removing itself to grab onto her hand and help her step into the warm bubble bath. 

“I’ll be right back with your tea, baby.” 

She grabbed his wrist. “Will you join me, Stevie, please?” Y/N pouted. 

“Sure, princess, I’ll join you.”

Y/N smiled softly, nodding her head as she hugged her legs close to her, resting her chin on her knees. She closed her eyes for a moment, waiting for the sounds of Steve entering the room to appear in her surroundings. 

“Alright, I’ve got a warm cup of tea for m’lady, and one for me, as well as some crackers.” 

Y/N’s eyes opened as she looked at Steve who set the tray of assortments on the lid of the toilet. Steve undressed and got into the bath behind her, handing her the teacup which he warned was hot before placing it in her hands. 

Y/N leaned her back against Steve’s chest, sinking lower into the bath, and took a sip of her tea, the temperature of the liquid making her tongue tingle as it burned. “Delicious, thank you, handsome.” She mumbled, setting it back down onto the tray. 

The two sat their for a while, basking in the sound of silence before Y/N finally spoke. 

“Thank you for saving me today, Stevie. You’re m’hero.” She mumbled, her face buried in his neck, sleep starting to take over her as she was comfortable where she was. Steve smiled, kissing her head. “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart. I’ll spend the rest of my life making you feel safe, I promise.” 

“And you’ll always be my hero, Stevie?” 

“Without a doubt in my mind.”

r is typing...

my first time writing Steve and i'm actually really happy with it! i hope you enjoy, and thank you again for the request! let me know what you think! <3

r is signing off...

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Ok. Ok.

Smol Stebe - you size queen. He's so small you can practically fit him in the palm of your hand. But he's eager to please. Wants you to teach him things, but he'll never be able to top you. Ever. But he'll be the bestest subby you could ever want.

Nomad Steve. This hulk of a man knows exactly what makes you tick. He can pull multiple orgasms from you. You're constantly having to hydrate because he makes you gush daily. But he'll never let you top him. You're the sub for life.

Or, fresh out of the ice Steve. He's a little corny, hasn't found his place in this new world yet. But he's mouldable. A fresh slab of dough. He'll never be great at topping or bottoming. But you cum - usually. He won't call you mommy - finds it disrespectful to his own mom. And you can't call him Daddy. It weirds him out.

Mmm, ok, this one was a little harder.

Smile Steeb, while he is utterly adorable, is out right away, because sometimes when I top I get a little rough and I don’t want to break that poor boy!

Nomad, my sweet, treat me like a dirty slut nomad. As much as I love the idea of him calling me a filthy whore and spitting on my pussy before he fucks me into a coma, I gotta be on top at least a couple of times, or I’ll scream.

So, it’s gotta be fresh out of the ice Steve, who I can mold into just what I need. Which doesn’t always have to be phenomenal sex, it’s not like I can never take care of myself. And he may not call me mommy, but you didn’t say anything about him calling me daddy, and I feel like it would just take a few times of me edging him with a vibrator for him to beg me in that perfect little breathy whine.

[nakurumok]

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May I present to you the Daily life of Zombie Stony™ :DDD

My (kinda out of control (oops) Headcannon from “What if...?” animation in Disney+!!! Zombie Avengers are sooooooo cute!!!

And I feel like drawing Grumpy Zombie! Tony! :DDD They are always super cute even when they are zombies no objections is accepted thanks.

And I really love the fact that Tony still manages to keep his suit shiny and tidy even when he is a zombie. He must spend a lot of time keeping his look great as usual! And Steeb’s suit looks like he has worn in it for 100 years :D

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[wayward-lives]

Steeb would almost trip over Alpine on a daily basis. I say this as a cat owner that fears waking up in the morning.

While I unfortunately do not own a cat I own two dogs and can attest to this very rational fear

So imagine: Steve and Bucky are living in total domestic bliss after the events of Infinity War and the subsequent bringing-back of all the dusted because Endgame never happened and the world is better for it

They’ve got a nice, spacious apartment in Brooklyn, a big fluffy bed, a giant bathtub, more clothes and self-care products than you can count

They’re probably having sex at least twice a day because those super libidos sure are something

One day Steve comes back from hanging out with Sam or something and he finds Bucky in the kitchen

The sink’s full of bubbly water so at first Steve thinks that Bucky’s just doing the dishes, but then he sees this tiny little ball of fur among the bubbles

Once he actually focuses he can also hear these ridiculously loud yowls and muttered curses coming from Bucky

What the fuck is happening

Bucky notices him (finally) and holds out this dripping wet thing with a giant grin on his face

“I found her in the dumpster. Isn’t she cute?”

She is very much not cute. She is the ugliest cat Steve has ever seen and she’s attempting to skin Bucky alive with her claws, apparently unaware that the arm she’s attacking is not flesh

She would also probably fit in Steve’s palm

Of course, when Bucky asks if they can keep her and gives Steve those big blue eyes there’s no way Steve could actually say no, is there?

That is how Steve Rogers finds himself the reluctant father of an angry little hairball of a cat

(bucky can see the family resemblance)

After Bucky’s dried the cat out Steve can see that no, it wasn’t just because she was wet and covered in dirt, she’s just a really ugly cat

She’s got one leg that’s shorter than the rest, her tail’s all rough and hairless, she’s got a weirdly long face, a lazy eye, and her ears are much too big for her head

Bucky seems to have gone blind, because he thinks that she’s the cutest thing ever

Bucky ends up naming her Alpine because of her soft white fur (”just like snow on mountains, Stevie, isn’t it sweet?”) and Steve secretly agrees that yes, that is the perfect name for the cat, as she is cold and has no soul

It becomes very much clear that while Alpine absolutely adores Bucky, she likes Steve about as much as Steve likes her, and she makes it very much clear

Not through normal cat ways of running off and hissing, no; Alpine is apparently a little ugly mastermind and has figured out how to get Steve in trouble while being a completely innocent party

She is not innocent

Her favourite trick is placing herself in the perfect place to be trodden on, especially in the early mornings when Steve’s still half-asleep

She’ll position herself right in his path and let out a very loud, very pathetic yowl when he inevitably stepped on her tail

Sometimes he doesn’t even touch her and she yowls anyway, because she’s evil and wants to be the favourite

 Bucky always tells Steve off for not watching where he’s going, then spends the next ten minutes at least crooning over his little princess

Steve is not jealous of a cat, shut up Sam

Apparently they sleep with their door open now, because what if Alpine gets lonely during the night, Stevie?

Steve is terrified that the cat will try and suffocate him in his sleep

The amount of times that she’s started yowling as soon as Steve’s about to get laid is unbelievable and not at all a coincidence

Of course, when Bucky hears her he’ll always stop what they’re doing and go check on her, because he’s a sweetheart and loves that cat even if Steve can’t stand it

But then the day comes when Bucky has to go away for a bit - he’s retired, like Steve, but he needs to go to Wakanda for a checkup and Steve can’t go with him, because then who will look after Alpine, Stevie?

Also because Steve’s got an important Thing coming up that he can’t miss

The first day Bucky’s gone Alpine paces in front of the door for a few hours, crying quite pitifully

Steve calls her a drama queen and then goes to curl up in bed all day because he is an Adult and he is allowed to miss his husband

Steve secretly doesn’t mind it as much as he usually does when Alpine curls up at the foot of the bed

The next day Steve must be really missing human interaction because he finds himself talking to the cat

She doesn’t listen to him; she just gobbles up her fancy cat breakfast that Bucky insists on buying for her and makes these little nomnomnomnom noises that aren’t at all cute, no siree

She tries to trip him up on his way to the couch, and then she decides to sit next to him as he watches TV

He doesn’t protest when she stretches out on the bed that night

When Bucky gets back a week later, he comes in to find his giant husband asleep on the couch that’s way too small for him, with the tiny little white cat lying on his chest and looking like there’s no place she’d rather be

Okay, so maybe the cat isn’t so bad

She still tries to trip Steve over though

[tinytinybumblebee]

Izzy finds new things to call ed and stede daily and each time takes a year off their life with how cute it is

YES???? AAAA

- Ed sometimes becomes: Ed-ed, Back-beer (sometimes words are hard to pronounce!), Bubba & Bear-bear

- Stede sometimes become: Papa, Mama, 'teed, deed, Baba, Steeb

And of course the fan favourite "*just soft little noises and grabby hands as he looks up at them*"

[yellow-diamond-steven]

For you my Lord, @daily-steeb

[steven-scribbleverse]

Today's Steven is... wait a minute, where is he?!

The truth is, he's not here. He couldn't bear to show his art on a platform where so many artists routinely have their work stolen, reposted without their consent, and discredited. He used to be really proud of the work he put out, but not getting the credit he rightfully deserves has put a real toll on his confidence and passion for art, to the point where he's found it hopeless and simply stopped producing content.

This is a story told by all too many artists of every kind. The visual artists, the writers, the musicians, the editors, the photographers, the performers—all of them have been hurt over and over again by reposting and stealing. Some of these artists depend solely on their craft to get by and put food on the table, and countless lives have been damaged and endangered by having their art be thrown about without getting the recognition and support they deserve.

So they disappear. And more and more of us disappear, and what was once a vibrant and beautiful community of artists doing the things they love and fulfilling the most human of desires, the desire to create, slowly fades to black.

In a time where we are relying on artists now more than ever to hold on to our humanity, it's time to remember that they are human too. It's time to treat them with the respect and importance they have always deserved.

It's time to give credit to the artists.

[lillianofliterature]

anxious confession | steve rogers x reader

a/n: I wrote the first half of this back in 2018 and the second half today (very rushed), so I decided to just post it with a fictober prompt to get another one done! DO NOT REPOST MY WORK. 

fanfic or original work: fanfic

fandom: marvel (mcu)

prompt: (#30) “Just say it.”

warnings: anxious steeb :(

word count: 1.8K

Steve watched quietly as you sat beside him, taking in everything about you. His eyes soon fell on your lips as they pressed against the mug of steaming tea. Your face tensed slightly as the hot substance tingled your tastebuds and glided down your throat. He watched as you gingerly set the mug down and resumed the typing on your laptop.

As the keys ticked, he could see your mind turning like the pages of a book. You were working on a manuscript for a novel you had begun a year ago and were nearing the finals stages of editing. He had been by your side through the whole process, watching as you hit highs and lows, as you went from loving your craft to wanting to burn everything you had ever written. In fact, he had been the one to help you scrounge up the confidence to set your ideas into a book - and only allow you to wallow in self-pity for a few hours.

As he watched you pour forth dialogue and descriptions, he thought about the last year and how far you had come. He smiled to himself and forced himself to look away. He adjusted his grip on his pencil and pressed it to his sketchbook. He looked up, but this time towards an elderly gentleman who sat across the café in front of the tall windows that offered a view to the busy New York streets. Against the grey light of the rainy day, the man was only a dark silhouette with the daily paper thrust forward in his hands.

Silent moments passed on as Steve sketched the outline of the man’s nose. His thoughts drifted towards the shape of yours. It was so feminine and button-like, although you thought it obnoxiously shaped. He smiled to himself as he recalled the many times he had sketched it. He had drawn your profile dozens of times over the years, much to your disapproval.

He never grew tired of sketching you; the shading, the contour, the positions. He knew the shape of your face so well, he now only had to glance at you to get it right. He always loved shading your features in a different light, discovering hidden facets of your appearance in each sketch. Your hair entranced him each day and never failed to inspire a quick sketch or in-depth piece. He enjoyed drawing each strand, each curl, and every style he found you trying to master.

His hand had stopped as he thought of the shape of your face. The ticking of your keys reigned him back in from his thoughts and pulled his gaze towards you again. Your lips pursed every few seconds as you concentrated on the words you would use or edit. He glanced at the screen and found you adding in sentences here and there, but he couldn’t stop thinking about your subconscious quirks.

You were oblivious to his gaze on your features, taking in every faint freckle that dotted your face. He fought to resist the urge to scrap the drawing of the elderly man and start sketching you again. He wanted to capture your delicate eyelashes and the look of passion in your eyes. He kept to his current project but found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. He kept thinking about your sweet disposition and kind heart, your love for humanity, the respect you had for his own era, and the great passion you had for your craft. 

Memories and daydreams played themselves in his head.

“Steve, why are you staring at me?” 

He blinked nervously as your voice made his thoughts dissipate. He stumbled for words and cleared his throat. Why hadn’t he been able to look away?

“I, uh, was just thinking about ordering another coffee. I was going to ask you if you wanted a refill, but I didn’t want to interrupt your editing.”

You thought his answer rather noncommittal due to the rushed tone of his voice, but the observation was soon overlooked at the thought of a fresh mug of honey chamomile.

“You’re never an interruption, Steve. And another round of tea would be wonderful,” You reassured. 

To oblige his own anxious cover-up, he rose from his chair and reached for your mug with a familiar smile that tugged one side of his lips upward. Before he could claim your tea, you swigged down the last of it as if it had been a shot of something stronger. You heard him chuckle and his smile spread to the other side of his lips. He gingerly took the mug from your hand. In doing so, his fingers grazed over yours. A sudden burst of nerves made his stomach flutter and his mind begin tumbling with fond thoughts of you.

He left the table and found a place in line. He read over the menu that was suspended above the counter in an attempt to distract his thoughts from your touch, but he soon found his gaze upon your mug in his hands. He rubbed a circle on the mug as if to assuage the sensation your skin had imprinted upon him. Unknowingly to Steve, the crowd ahead of him had dwindled and costumers had escaped the line to find their seats.

“I can take care of whoever’s next!” One of the cashiers called out, but Steve was oblivious. “Excuse me, sir? I can take your order now -”

“Hey, buddy! There are other people in line!” A gruff voice from behind shook him from his trance. The man had a thick red beard with a disgruntled expression on his face.

Steve glanced behind him and looked the man square in the eyes. He was tempted to tell the man to learn to acquire some patience, but he kept his mouth shut. He had been holding up the line. Instead, he offered a humble apology and stepped up to the counter.

He ordered another cup of black coffee and another cup of honey chamomile. With a polite and apologetic nod to the cashier, he made his way to the table, careful to avoid bumping into strangers or spilling the near-boiling beverages. Upon reaching the table, your hands stretched out and groped for the mug while whispering a string of thank yous. He pulled it from your reach and set it down next to you. You pouted.

“The mug’s hot.”

“Oh,” You breathed, but ignored his warning.

You wrapped your chilled fingers around the handle and used the tips of your fingers to hold the edge of the mug, avoiding the heat from the liquid. As you pulled the mug to your lips, you could tell the tea was far too hot to drink. You rather hated losing your ability to taste after scorching your tongue. You simply let the steam warm your cheeks and nose, this time unaware of the familiar pair of blue eyes that were settled upon your hands. 

Steve, overcome with the desire to sketch you, abandoned his other sketch, and flipped to a clean page. He set his pencil to the page, the graphite gliding over the white surface with careful precision. To his relief, you remained oblivious to his frequent gaze upon your hands. You were now too engrossed in your editing to take notice.

As he drew your knuckles and defined the delicate shape of your fingertips, he began to wonder how it would feel to hold them in between his own. He wondered how soft your skin was and if your hands were a comfortable fit for his. He longed to trace his thumb over your fingers and place his lips delicately upon your knuckles.

Of course, he had held your hands before, but it was brief and not with romantic intentions. The instances were polite, such as when he would help you up off the training mat or out of a vehicle. And it was only ever for a moment. It never lasted; he could never properly savor it.

Suddenly aware of the nature of his thoughts, Steve cleared his throat and focused his attention on his sketching. But he couldn’t put those thoughts away for long. He soon became anxious, completely unable to concentrate. Each time the bells above the café door jingled, he would look up and look over whoever had entered.

Something churned in his stomach.

He cleared his throat again and took a sip of his coffee. He tried to pick up his pencil and resume the silhouette of the elderly gentleman, but his hand quivered across the page. It was no use.

It was time to come clean.

“(Y/n), can I ask you something?” His voice shook ever-so-slightly.

“Sure, Steve,” you said. Your fingers paused their furious typing and you gave him your full attention without having to be asked. He loved that about you. You were always ready to listen and he never had to beg for your attention. This time, though, he almost wished you were a little distracted - maybe that way if you didn’t feel the same, he could play it off as if he had something else entirely. But you were too good for that. “Shoot.”

His eyes flicked down to his sketchbook and he tapped the tip of his pencil against the page lightly. You could feel the floor near your feet vibrate as he rocked his leg. It was obvious that he was struggling to catch his mouth up to the pace of his thoughts, whatever they were.

You leaned forward, craning your neck to try and catch his wandering gaze. “Steve, I won’t judge you. Whatever it is, you can ask me.”

He swallowed, “I know, I just- uh, it’s not an easy thing to say.”

“Just say it. Don’t think about it too much.”

Those glimmering blue eyes met yours. You felt your heart dip with excitement. His gaze never failed to do that to you. You felt yourself shrink in anticipation.

“I- uh, I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out on a date with me. An official one,” he gestured with his hands as he spoke, “I’d like to take you somewhere nice, someplace you can get dolled up for. If- if that’s something you’d like to do. I’ll wear something nice, too. I didn’t mean just you should get dressed up, that would be incredibly arrog-” Somewhere in the mix of his anxious confession, your ears numbed to the sound of his voice as you realized he was asking you out on a real date. He liked you.

Your smile grew. He’d finally asked - and in such a gentlemanly way.

“I know what you meant,” Your hand found its way to his. “And I’d love to get dolled up with you, Steve.”

tags: @tessaem

[laukora1030]

Captain America: The First Avenger pt. 2

First off, spoilers if you’ve never seen the movies and you want to. And, english IS NOT my first language, so excuse me if I make mistakes.

Y’all, this specific scene reminds me of that scene where Elastigirl is trapped in all those doors and she kicks the guys’ asses. Like, tell me you saw Steve hitting this guy’s head with the door and your mind didn’t immediately take you to Elastigirl. Or was it only me? Just me? Ok, let’s keep on going.

Nvm, I found out why it reminds me so much of that scene. They’re dressed the same way!

Can we acknowledge how awkward Steve’s interaction with the imprisoned soldiers is? Who told him it was a good idea to say “I’m Captain America” to these people? Although fair, he did get them out rather quickly and he is technically Captain America, but I don’t know, it’s weird. Steeb, you liar, you haven’t knocked Hitler out at all.

I love Steve’s loyalty to Bucky. It gets annoying in the next movies, but in this movie it just shows me how alone Steve was and how important Bucky was to him, because when you have very little people who care for you, your instincts will always be to protect them. 

I love the soldiers just wrecking havoc outside. It’s a fun scene seeing them fight back and use HYDRA’s weapons. How much property do you think they destroyed? Because I keep on wondering, did this act of rebellion from Steeb help turn the tide just a little bit?

There is a similarity between Red Skull and future Steve, and that is that, when they believe there is something more important than anything else, they are willing to sacrifice everyone and everything else for that. In this case, Schmidt was ready to destroy the entire base when he realized he was not going to win, just to save the studies, and future Steve was ready to endanger thousands of people to end HYDRA (CATWS), and to save Bucky (CACW). 

I feel sad for Bucky. He was tortured back in the 40s, then for 70 years, and then he died and came back to life, how does one survive that? He is one strong man, but I just, his entire life saddens me.

I wonder what Bucky thought after he heard Red Skull call Steve Captain America. I would find it hilarious, even in that situation, but that’s just my weird ass talking. Why did Schmidt think he was Erskine’s greatest success when he looks red and Steve looks like this:

America, explain.

Another note to self: Schmidt is a bitch, but I love his car and I would go back in time to the 40s to steal it. 

Bucky is so brave, though. He was tortured, experimented on, completely weak, and still, he put on a brave face and crossed that thing (I have no idea what they’re called) at a steady face, knowing that it could have fallen way before it did. Thanks to the Russo’s I had forgotten how much I loved Bucky Barnes. He is a great character. 

Let’s talk about how pure of heart, dumb of ass Steve is. He had no idea he was gonna survive his little stunt jump, yet he did it with little hesitation because “I have to get my friend out of here”. Pure of heart, dumb of ass. 

I can’t begin to imagine Peggy’s pain when she heard Phillips say that Steve was dead. Especially because if he was dead it would most definitely mean she would have no protection against whatever punishment Phillips saw fit for her actions. And yet she just won’t back down, because she knew she did the right thing. 

The scene where Steve gets back with the 107th is such a great scene, because it shows exactly what Steve is made of. He has a strong mindset, he will fight for what he believes in, and he would do anything for others. It’s a powerful scene.

I wonder if Steve unconsciously wanted the praise he got at that moment. He was the small guy his entire life, the one who was beat and punched on a daily basis, and for once in his life he was being praised for something he thought he deserved. I think that deep down this is exactly what he wanted: recognition.

I wonder if Bucky’s face when Steve stopped looking at him was because he thought he lost his friend, because he was jealous, or because he thought he wasn’t needed anymore. Bucky and Steve grew up together, and when you see a friend you’ve always helped become something better when you’re not with them, I think that can seriously mess you up, especially if you feel like they don’t need you anymore, because, after all, they thrived after you left. I don’t believe he was that jealous, though. Yeah, he used to be the strong guy girls would look at, and now he wasn’t, but I’m inclined to believe it’s my third option. He was so used to going around saving Steve from his death wish (that’s what I call it, because I’m still surprised he survived all those years getting punched), that now he sees Steve save him and save everyone else, and he knows that, were Steve asked to go alone to a fight, he would not be able to do anything. 

Steeb, you lil’ bitch, I know you don’t like cameras and stages, but that’s a medal of valour, I think it’s very important. 

Can we talk about how hot Steve Rogers looks with his army suit? Because he does. Also, as I’ve said before, he ain’t dumb, so, if everything got enhaced with the serum, he must definitely had his intelligence amplified, and I like to believe that he has photographic memory, that’s why he could remember the map he saw when he saved Bucky. 

I’m sorry, but what the fuck Steve? Who gave you permission to look like this?

(You’re welcome)

I like his team. Steve was always a good leader (I’m not even gonna touch CACW), he knew who to trust and who to take with him. Besides, like I said before, he is a great strategist. I think that’s what makes him such a great leader. 

I guess I get why y’all ship Stucky. I don’t ship them, I love their friendship (once again, I’m not even gonna touch CACW with a ten miles pole), and I think they’re sweet, so  I guess I can understand the ship.

Peggy Carter in a red dress is all I never knew I needed. She looks like a queen that will definitely punch you in the face if you deserve it. 

I love the bar scene. The music is lovely, Bucky’s awkwardness is hilarious, Steeb and Peggy flirting is sweet as heck, and Bucky’s “I’m invisible. I’m turning into you, it’s like a horrible dream” it’s the perfect dialogue. 

Okay, how did Howard get all of that glass on his face and didn’t get more than one single cut? Is he stronger than he looks or is it just movie magic? I guess we’ll never know. 

Awkward Steeb is lovely as heck. But I don’t like the blonde. I guess it’s because I am not a fan of stolen kisses, I feel they would make someone uncomfortable. 

Note to self: finally, a movie in sepia tones that isn’t situated in Mexico!

Coming back to the movie: the whole scene with the blonde woman is so freaking awkward. It was totally unnecessary. Like yeah, I get it was to show a jealous Peggy, but ugh, I hate it. Steeb looks son out of his element, it gives me that je ne sais quoi.

Note to self, again: if I ever want to date a woman, make sure not to talk to them the way Steeb did when talking about Peggy and Stark. Steeb, you idiot. 

Gotta go back on track. 

Stark said

The scene where Peggy shoots Steve’s shield used to make me laugh so hard when I was younger. Now it makes me irrationally angry. Peggy more so than anyone should know that bullets ricochet, she was lucky she that the bullets didn’t hit someone else after hitting the shield and just fell to the floor. 

Three things about the different scenes after this last one, the one where Steve and the Howling Commandos raid all HYDRA and Nazi bases they can: Steve looks so cool on his suit, I love Red Skull’s car, and the Howling Commandos are amazing. 

This is still sweet:

Bucky Barnes with a rifle could kill me any day, thank you. Also, I love this scene, it’s such an emblematic CA scene:

Oh oh, the train scene’s coming up next. What do I do now? Do I watch it, do I cry, do I suffer in silence (evidently no)? I was not prepared for this. I regret all my decisions up till this moment.

I’m never gonna get tired of saying that Steve is an amazing strategist. Just so y’all know, if it was me over the train, I would’ve already fallen to my inevitable death. Is it already clear enough that I love James Barnes more than I probably should? No? Then excuse me while I scream into the void aout how much I love this man. Also, him with short hair? 100/10 would recommend again. 

I love how battered (I think I used the right word) Steve’s shield is. It’s a representation of his battles and it’s, I don’t know, it’s calling me. I guess I love when something shows everything they’ve gone through.

Ahhhhhh, THAT part is coming and I’m not ready!!!!! James Barnes, if you read this, I love you. It’s a painful scene to watch, if I’m being honest. Steve loves this man, in my opinion, as a brother, and seeing him at death’s door, you can see the pain on their expressions, one knows they’re gonna die, and the other one knows they’re gonna lose their brother. I don’t think I’d be the same person if that happened to me. And Steve’s cries, bitch, my heart.

That killed me, sorry. 

I still admire Zola’s intelligence, and his sneakiness with the whole SHIELDRA thing. Like, I hate that bitch and I hope he died a very painful death, but he is a great character and I enjoy his scenes. 

Who eats steak with milk? I just wanna know, find me behind the Denny’s. 

I like the whole Zola and phillips scene, it makes sense, because of course he’d want to live. But tell me how you look at someone in the eyes and expect them to believe some bullshit about gods and infinite power? At least Phillip took the whole “his goal is everything” comment, because I sure as hell wouldn’t’ve. 

Red Skull’s little speech about the Valkyrie is okay, I guess, but he mentions something that reminded me strongly of CATWS. He said “If they shoot down one plane, hundreds more will rain fire upon them.” I’m just thinking about the Helicarriers that were supposed to just, ya know, kill everyone that posed a threat to HYDRA. I think it’s a good parallel. 

Note to self, again: I’m not gonna get tired of asking who was the idiot who decided to name this division HYDRA, made their slogan “if they cut off one head, two more shall take its place” then had their logo be an octopus without two extremities. Who do I have to fight?

I love the scene where everyone is screaming Hail HYDRA, because it shows you that, like Steve, Schmidt has presence, and a powerful voice, and he knows how to make people share his ideals. I enjoy it very much.

I feel sorry for Steve. I, listening to him talk to Peggy when he clearly has been crying, telling her that he cannot get drunk, which means that he’s tried it already, it’s a painful scene to watch. Chris Evans is such an amazing actor. He can emulate feelings so easily. Seeing him cry and suffer, God, it pains my heart. I honestly didn’t remember this scene, and to watch it without warning, well, it made me sadder than Bucky’s actual death.

“I’m not gonna stop until ol of HYDRA is dead or captured.” Brings a new light to CATWS for me, what about you?

I will leave it here, mostly because this shit is getting longer than I expected it to be. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. See you tomorrow.