#oh my god that little shoulder tuck#’y-yeah#fury#what—what he said’#’you don’t get the joke but that’s actually him riffing on how we met’#’which was really romantic btw’#’well no I actually trolled him in public but I made sure to wear the smallest shirt I own’#’so that makes it romantic’#’I think’
i find it rlly fuckin funny when straight homophobic dudes make shows with only dudes and then get surprised when they look in their fandom and it’s just gay porn
I’m becoming increasingly frustrated with the way we talk about Steve Rogers dropping his shield and refusing to fight Bucky. it’s a complex moment, granted, but it’s not a suicidal one. and reading it as such discredits his character and the choices he actually makes, throughout the film and in this scene in particular.
Steve is clearly still grieving when we catch up with him at the beginning. he’s certainly lonely. at the same time, he’s reached a stage of his grief where he’s trying to move on: he’s actively taking steps to integrate himself into the world he’s found himself in (the list, serving and trying to find a place with SHIELD, hell, did you guys notice all the art he’s bought for his apartment?) and, most importantly, he’s trying to forge connections with people. he’s trying very much to forge trust. and the thing is that he succeeds. he makes active choices to trust people, not simply defaulting as a matter of circumstance. he seeks out Sam for shelter; he tells Natasha, “I would now”; he keeps Nick’s seemingly last secret before knowing what it is. and for Steve, there is no compartmentalization: if you are trusted, you are also a friend. he makes the connections he was seeking. he finds something worth fighting for. it just happens one of those things is Bucky.
things shift drastically when Steve discovers Bucky’s alive. Bucky is the thrust for everything that comes after. there are some great thoughts on that here which I won’t try to duplicate, but suffice to say that Steve is who he is because of Bucky, that his connection to Bucky was not only strong but formative, as a human being (“Even when I had nothing I had Bucky”; “The thing is, you don’t have to”; “Right, ‘cause you got nothin’ to prove”) and as a force for good (he became Captain America in earnest when he rescued Bucky from enemy hands, Bucky then became his right hand, and Steve won the then-war against Hydra in the wake of Bucky’s fall). however, this doesn’t invalidate anything that’s come before, the other connections Steve has made that tie him to the present even as he’s being forced to look at the past. he still trusts the people he’s chosen to trust, with monumentally important tasks. he still chooses to put trust in people by appealing to the agents at SHIELD.
because the thing about Steve, the thing people are missing here, is that he puts faith in other people. the belief he has in himself the very first time we see him, insisting he can fight a war despite all evidence to the contrary, is a belief he has always extended to others. long after his own strength eclipsed theirs. he chooses an ordinary group of soldiers as his Commandos. he makes Bucky his right hand. he never questions Peggy’s ability to wade into battle with him. he tells Clint to suit up after he’s been brainwashed. he tells Hulk to smash and trusts him to know his targets. he gives Natasha a boost onto a Chitauri vehicle. he gets Sam his wings. he lets SHIELD take down SHIELD, from Fury, Natasha and Hill to the nameless agent who refuses to launch the helicarriers. Steve believes in other people to the extent he needed to be believed in to become who he is. and that is all the way.
that is what’s happening on the helicarrier when he drops his shield. he can’t make Bucky remember him. he has never been a man who would try. Bucky has to choose to remember. he can only choose if Steve lays down his shield. Steve cannot be a weapon or even a defense. the only way Bucky will have the autonomy denied to him for so long is for Steve to make himself a lifeline. one that Bucky can take or not. it’s not a suicidal act. please don’t equate the willingness to give your life for another person with a death wish. it is an act of devotion. it is an act of love. here, it is also an act of belief in Bucky’s ability to choose, a belief in his humanity. calling it suicide misses the whole point.
that post that’s doing the rounds about how the two people who can’t remember steve are the two people he loved the most makes me want to write an addendum to my meta and the winter soldier and time
because the point with both of them is time. that time’s corrosive, and everything ends. you can’t stop it. peggy is the symbol of time’s “natural” progression and how everything is forgotten, and the winter soldier is what happens when you take time away from someone.
But I wonder if “corrosive” and “casualty,” with their connotations of destructiveness and loss, are the right words for time? Let me see if I can pin down what I mean by that: it definitely seems to me like something is scathed in the three people you’re talking about here, that each is shown as the victim of tragedy, and that their tragedies are thematically related. But the common element is not so much time or memory (in all three cases— Steve and Bucky have lost time, Bucky and Peggy have lost memory) as it is the loss of a specific situation, of what I would almost call a patria-in-time.
1. Future Starts Slow - The Kills // 2. Never Fall In Love -Emilie Simon // 3. Heathen Child - Grinderman // 4. Space Age Lullaby - Skindive // 5. 10 Mile Stereo - Beach House // 6. Scratch Your Name - The Noisettes // 7. Red and Purple - The Dodos // 8. The World Without - A Fine Frenzy // 9. Night Light - Aesop Rock // 10. Miss Vicious - Fefe Dobson // 11. Electric Lady (feat. Solange) - Janelle Monáe 12. I Believe In You - Kylie Minogue // 13. If You Return - Maximum Balloon/Little Dragon // 14. EngineHeart - Mirah // 15. Just What I Needed - The Cars // 16. We Belong - Pat Benatar
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A/N: The events of the last two episodes made me so mad that I wrote fic. For the first time in years. Because Bev deserved so much more than the send-off they gave her in the show, dammit.
The Faces Of Murder Houses
After I die the first thing I do is to tilt all the pictures in the house. There are fifty-four of them — I counted. How pretentious do you have to be to have fifty-four framed works of art in one house? It explains a lot about you, Dr Lecter. I find every single one, even the tiny Dali pencil sketch in the bathroom, and tilt them all. A few degrees to the left, a few degrees to the right, I don’t really care.
I also pull all his cutlery drawers out by half a centimeter, at most. All the shoes in his closet? I swap their places.
When I come back from visiting they’ve all been put back into place. Good. I do it all over again, but slightly differently this time. Chaos. Entropy.
They say the dead have no power, but they’re wrong. This is a war of attrition, and we are in it for the long run.
I CLICKED READ MORE AND THERE’S NOTHING THERE???? I WANT THIS FIC DAMMIT :( :( :(