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.
A sense of humor can make everything better. Sex isn’t like it is in the movies or in porn. There will be strange and weird and awkward sounds, there might be a silly interruption like the cat or a kid… you might knock heads or trip getting undressed. Sex is funny, foreplay is funny and sometimes you need to just laugh. It will keep things from getting awkward! If you take sex too seriously you aren’t truly enjoying it!
Not to mention a sense of humor can be really sexy no matter what your gender identity is!
this comic is literally my favorite thing on tumblr.
i’ve always said if you can’t laugh with the person you’re having sex with while you’re having sex with them you shouldn’t be having sex with them.
My husband once walked up behind me while i was sitting in the living room just watching t.v…and he put his penis on my shoulder and said “hello..”
THIS WAS HIS SEDUCTION.
THIS WAS HIS IDEA OF HOW TO GET ME INTO BED.
it worked, but not before I laughed for days.
For that last comment.
I always had a ton of weird funky condoms at my place because I volunteered with Planned Parenthood and did a lot of sex education and sex positive work. I literally had no less than like thirty different types of condoms at a time. So when it came time to grabbing a condom it was a grab bag of WHO KNOWS what you’ll end up with.
Long story short, my boyfriend grabs one, puts it on, heat of the moment type thing, a some point we both look down and see it’s an ELECTRIC GREEN condom. Dead pan he looks me straight in the eye and in his best impression goes “HEY HO. KERMIT DEE FROG HERE.” And I COMPLETELY LOST IT.
On a completely different occasion I said “don’t stop” and he sang ALL of Don’t Stop Believing. All of it. All of it. Right then and there. Without stopping.
Can I add the story about how me and one of my partners had a very enthralling discussion about deserts while I was on top of him?
Or the time my partner’s friends blasted “Eye of the Tiger” through the door and we rocked it out to the beat while quoting the movie?
I was with this girl during a trip out to Washington, we’d hung out a few times, and hit it off really well. So we got together one afternoon. Her dorm-mate came home, saw the “Do Not Disturb” sock on her bedroom door and called out “Thrusters to full!”
Not missing a beat the girl and I yelled back “We’re giving it all we’ve got, Captain!” and her roommate started fucking dying outside the door.
Probably should have proposed right on the spot, but whatever.
Hello, completely asexual here, but I love this lots and lots. I nearly inhaled my tea trying not to laugh.
We’re funny, okay?
THIS IS EXCELLENT except I have to disagree with one point: Jane Austen wouldn’t be hella annoying on social media - she’d just be trolling all the time.
Hemingway would also have some major MRA backers probably. He wouldn’t be one (he’d just be a regular misogynistic bastard) but his followers would be harassing anyone who called it out.
Faulkner has no use for twitter and his blog posts are interminable.
Robert Frost’s Instagram tho.
And Poe and Lovecraft trying to outdo each other with Two-Sentence Horror Stories.
And Elizabeth Bishop, Emily Dickinson, and Sylvia Plath deliberately trolling MRAs.
And Polidori would tag “@DevilEnglishman” in every. Single. Post, trying to start a twitter war in the hopes of gaining followers.