Look at this brave little shit. Look at him. His damn eyelashes are silhouetted in the damn window. Are you gonna tell me all the 1943 ladies were totally blind and immune to the eyelashes of an angel? Well? Also who wouldn’t want to lick those shoulderblades WHOOPS OK MOVING ON
OK, now we are subjected to this GORGEOUS little mofo face on. It’s too much. Really, 1940s ladies, really? Ugh. How can you even look those eyelashes in the face. Or those cheekbones. Or his everything. And then decide that you, 1940s lady, are UNMOVED??
OH STEVE BBY. And NONE of you 1940s ladies wanted to cuddle him through a bout of something? None of you?
Ugh look at him. Eyes like soulful fucking pools of azure spring water, that’s what you are busy not appreciating, 1940s ladies.
It’s a good thing somebody does.
Look at those damn cheekbones. And all the people who don’t care. Amazing.
Excuse you ladies, did you not see there is a literal angel with the loyal, loving, and vicious soul of a Jack Russell Terrier RIGHT THERE BEHIND YOU?
WHO IS NOT ONLY BUSY BEING BEAUTIFUL BUT IS ALSO VERY CONCERNED ABOUT YOUR CURRENT COMFORT???? Poor darling could really use those precious calories and look at him offering them to you.
BITCH U DID NOT
AW HELL NAW
Harsh, woman, harsh.
SHAME ON YOU.
Oh good, someone is wondering if Steven G. Rogers is having a good time.
Oh nothing, just glancing soulfully over my shoulder with my expressive brows and my perfect nose and my kissable mouth
Where is he, where is my boo best friend ever
WHICH NOW BRINGS ME TO
Peggy Fucking Carter, everyone, the only woman in 1943 with any decent taste in men, apparently.
HAIL YOUR QUEEN
That is the face of a woman who knows exactly what she wants. That is a face that says, “I have seen him, and he is mine. I am gonna eat that beautiful boy alive, and he’s gonna love it.”
Kimchi and Justice 