glumshoe:

Rachel and I were discussing the reemergence of the speakeasy during the Trump administration, but instead of alcohol, the illicit material being bootlegged is climate science data. Underground communities of scientists meeting in smoky jazz joints to discuss CO2 emissions over stiff sidecars, miniature flash drives loaded with forbidden EPA data passed between folded napkins, scientific equipment hidden in saxophone cases. Ask the bartender for a ‘Pine Island melt’ and he’ll hook you up with some Antarctic temperature readings.

tjhcmmond:

“That line was an interesting moment. At the time, the choice I was making is that [Bucky] had realized there was no way he was getting out of there, and someone was gonna die, whether it was gonna be him, Steve or Tony. When he says that line, to me, it was a turning point

he was, like, ‘Okay, I know what you want me to say, and I’m just gonna say it.’ When someone comes at you over and over again, and they can’t hear you, they can’t see you’re pleading with them, you’re trying to figure out how to get through to them and they just won’t accept it, at some point you just give in, and you go, ‘that’s right, that’s what you want.’ Of course [Bucky] didn’t remember them all.”

 Sebastian Stan