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1. Steve Rogers is not just some dumb soldier who follows orders, he thinks outside the box and asks questions and considers consequences.

2. Peggy Carter had plans to eat that boy alive before he became a delicious roast beefcake in Howard Stark’s hottie machine. 

3. I don’t understand people who didn’t enjoy this movie. 

LAUGHING FOREVER AT #2 BECAUSE PERFECTION

Roast beefcake is just added bonus:

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everybody wanted to eat that roast beefcake

Seriously. In the taxi cab she was totally planning on taking his virginity. 

And then he got all beefy and she was like “Shit. Heart of gold AND pecs that could crack a walnut between them? How am I supposed to deal with this?????”

The nurse in the background is just thinking “Do it. Do it for all of us. Do him for all of us”

Have only seen this post in screenshots and I’m honored to come across it now 

@shayara “do him for all of us” bye

Imagine Steve and Bucky meeting for the first time as kids

imaginesteverogerss:

“I think you got somethin’ wrong with your nose.”  The kid in front of Bucky was pretty small,
and his nose was pretty messed up, and also pretty bloody.  Gross.
Cool.

“Yeah? Well you should see th’other guy.”  Came the response.  And more blood, when the blond boy rubbed his
nose with the back of a grubby hand.

“What’s’a second-grader doin’ pickin’ fights, anyhow?”

The little boy stood up as tall as he could, left shoulder a
little higher than the right.  “I’m a fifth-grader.  An’ I’ll fight you, too.”

Bucky wrinkled his nose.
“Why?”

That seemed to stop the other boy.  He was more used to a fist than a question,
probably.  

“What’s’it to you how small I am?”

“’S’not.  Jus’ thought
you were little.  I’m Bucky.”

The boy sized Bucky up, glancing warily at Bucky’s
outstretched hand.  

“Steve.”  Steve shook
Bucky’s hand with the one that wasn’t trying to plug up his nose.

Bucky sighed, digging in his pockets for his
handkerchief.  “Here.”  He motioned to the corner Bucky hadn’t used
yet.  “Use that end.”

Steve looked at it as though it might bite him, but accepted
it when he could find no teeth.
“Thanks.”

“Uh-huh.  Does it
hurt?”

Steve shrugged.  “Not
really.”

“How many fights you get into, anyway?”

Another shrug.  “I
dunno.  A lot.”  Steve found the holes in his shoes
fascinating.  

Bucky studied Steve: small and thin –thinner than most boys
their age- and crooked and bloody, and remembered what his mother had said
about kindness and how sometimes, sadness and loneliness looked like other
things. (“It’s not your fault.  War taught your father to be angry when he’s
sad.  Savlanut. Patience, James, remember that.”)

“I should start carryin’ more hankies, then.”

Steve looked up from his shoes, startled.  “What?”

“I mean, if y’wanna friend.”
Bucky shrugged.  “I’d like one.”

More careful study from Steve, this time longer than before.  He studied Bucky’s face and his clothes, he
pulled the handkerchief away from his face and studied that, too.   

“Yeah.”  Steve almost
whispered it, finally looking up from the handkerchief.  “You don’t care that’m
small?”

“You didn’ care that I gave ya a hanky I already used.”

Steve looked hopelessly confused.  “So?”

Bucky grinned.  “Exac’ly.”

The smile Steve gave him was the sort that Bucky would
eventually classify in his mind as Steve’s “sunrise smile”.  

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This.
Is exactly what I needed after a nap.

This is extremely unacceptable I need to put it on my blog.

was this entirely necessary?

I feel like it was, yes.

It’s his whole body. In perfect clarity.

I REALLY ENJOYED THIS THANK YOU

I actually looked over my shoulder to see if my mom was there when I saw this because it felt like looking at porn,

I see your tags, @nonjabiru

reblog every time

thing of beauty, that stealth suit of sex

always reblog