Can we talk about how all-in Chris Evans is when he laughs?
Anonymous said: do you maybe have any advice on what to do if you think you have depression?
Depression as a disease is tricky and depression as a word is used very loosely and sometimes inaccurately, so bear with me.
Warnings behind the cut for discussion of depression, self-harm, and suicide.
I need to add something here about “being your own advocate”. Don’t think that not being able to do this means you’re a failure. One big marker sign of depression is believing nobody would help you, that you don’t deserve help or that asking for help would put too much bother on people and you don’t want to be a burden.
The more you believe this, the more you need to reach out to someone who loves you. Just take that on faith, okay? You won’t want to do it, but just do it. You do know someone who will help you. I promise you that. Just take that one step.
Also, going to the ER might not be the best thing, especially if you’re not sure of a diagnosis. ER personnel are there for triage, not treatment; they can only do one of two things: send you home or hospitalize you. Going to the ER in a disturbed mental state should only be used as a last resort, because it in itself can be a very traumatizing experience.
Important addendum from Spider! *points up*
Anonymous said: Shouldn't Steve be sterile too, really? Otherwise, what's the reason for why there's not an army of US government created Captain America kids running around? You'd think that'd be the next logical step when they realized they couldn't recreate the serum...
Well, since the serum is an enhancement, it’s unlikely to be passed through genetics (the doctors probably tested this, somehow, haha). Steve’s kids are more likely to inherit his asthma and weak stature.
OH MY GOD THO
A SINISTER GOVT EXPERIMENT TO CREATE AN ARMY OF TINY CAPTAIN AMERICAS
STEVE FINDS OUT ABOUT IT AT SOME POINT
AND IT’S BASICALLY ELEVEN TOW-HEADED, ASTHMATIC, ALLERGIC, IMMUNO-COMPROMISED LITTLE BEANPOLES WITH BAD ATTITUDES
SOCKED AWAY SOMEWHERE
LIKE IN A WAREHOUSE OR WHATEVER
WITH A COUPLE OF OVERWHELMED INTERNS BABYSITTING THEM
BECAUSE THE RESEARCHERS HAD ALL THEIR FUNDING TAKEN AWAY WHEN CAPTAIN AMERICA’S SECRET UBERMENCH CLONES TURNED OUT TO BE A BUNCH OF WEAKLINGS
AND NOBODY KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH THIS GAGGLE OF KIDS (WHO ARE SHRILL AND UNMANAGEABLE AND WHEEZE A LOT)
EXCEPT MAKE SURE THEY GET ADEQUATE MEDICAL CARE AND REGULAR MEALS
AND REGRET THEIR IN RETROSPECT VERY OBVIOUS ERRORS
AND HOPE STEVE DOESN’T FIND OUT
WHICH OF COURSE HE DOES
BACK AT THE TOWER
EVERYONE’S INHALERS KEEP GETTING MIXED UP
THERE ARE COLORED PENCILS EVERYWHERE
A FISTFIGHT ABOUT THE NATURE OF JUSTICE ENSUES BETWEEN THE 9 YEAR OLD ONE AND ONE OF THE 11 YEAR OLDS
This. Is. My. Fetish.
Oh my God, though. Imagine the Winter Soldier, going through classified old SHIELD projects in search of more HYDRA targets to destroy, coming across that Warehouse. This warehouse full of little kids who look like… look like… The man on the bridge, he thinks, but that’s nonsense; the man on the bridge had been 200 pounds of deadly muscle, nothing at all like these skinny little kids with their fragile bones.
And then an intern spots him and all hell breaks loose, kids and handlers fleeing, leaving behind one little blonde boy who’s wheezing too hard to run.
The Winter Soldier stares, motionless. The boy looks back at him, scared and wheezing but too stubborn to cry; and suddenly the Winter Soldier knows what to do.
"I’m Bucky," he says, kneeling down in front of the boy. "Where’s your inhaler, kid?"