Also for John McClane. Who'd TOTALLY stab an Angel in the face if it started acting a dick.
And for Captain America, who would stab you, but only if his shield wasn't handy. Otherwise all he's got for you is vibranium to the face. He's also mouthy, so a pretty well put together hero.
bucky barnes high fiving a little boy with a right-hand arm prosthetic as gently as he possibly can with an arm that can literally rip off car doors without a creak
bucky barnes redesigning his arm so it represents more than what he used to be and seeing a little girl dressed up as him for the first time he can’t help but grin and tell her how great she looks
bucky barnes helping bring publicity to a fundraiser that’ll help kids get the prostheses they need and letting several children braid his hair because he still hasn’t cut it yet
bucky barnes spending some time with dementia patients (or amnesiacs) because he understands how lonely it is when everyone wants you to be someone you don’t remember being at all
quiet hero bucky barnes
bucky bringing dry erase markers with him when he visits sick kids and letting them draw on his metal arm
So my older brother was in a book store and picked up a book about the difficulties faced by same sex parents in society today when a woman came up and bitched him out for being “too young to be reading a book about THAT sort of people.” He saw that she was carrying the third Hunger Games Book so he stared her dead in the eyes and hissed “Prim dies.” and walked away and I have never been prouder to have him as my sibling.
don’t date anyone who doesn’t think hawkeye is a valuable member of the avengers
I just saw Captain America : The Winter Soldier and I just realized….
Peggy Carter helped found SHIELD after Steve “died”.
It was founded at the camp that Steve trained at.
On marvel’s Agents of SHIELD, Agent Ward says “Someone really wanted our initials to spell SHIELD”
Peggy created and named the entire spy organization after STEVE’S SHIELD.
OH MY FREAKING GOD.
so I was wearing a Captain America shirt on my run today and TWO separate people shouted ‘ON YOUR LEFT’ at me
sometimes the world is a wonderful and magical place
I wish I could run just to be able to do this.
okay though if there’s anything that struck me on rewatching the first Cap movie it’s how much Steve and Bucky are such assholes to each other and it’s amazing
and like can you just imagine recovered!Bucky and Steve going on missions together and Steve being like
"wow Buck that thing you did there was actually kind of smart, all the stupid must’ve grown out in your hair"
and Bucky being all
"you might not know this, Steve, but there’s this thing we say these days that might be really useful for you to know and it goes like this: go fuck yourself"
and all the other avengers looking at each other like we read about you in history books, you are national heroes, what even
YOU ARE NATIONAL HEROES WHAT EVEN
sequentialsmart asked: Do you think it's possible for an artist create touching, meaningful art if they lived a life without tragedy? While I haven't had an ideal life, I'm still the product of a privileged, middle-class, suburban life that's never been exposed to the horrors of war, violence, addiction, abuse, sudden deaths of loved ones, or any of the tragedies that have befallen the great artists. While I feel incredibly lucky so far, it feels like the best art in our history came from some very broken people.
Absolutely. I wish I had the mental wherewithal right now to do a web search for the essay Joyce Carol Oates wrote on this very subject several years ago (I think it ran in The New York Times Magazine, but I could be mistaken), where she took on the whole “suffering artist” topic as an extension of an American/Puritan ethic.
Look, everything I say about writing is my opinion, and only that. I am an authority on my own work, barely, that’s all. But I firmly, absolutely believe that good writing rises from two, intimately connected, places: empathy and honesty. The extension of the argument “write what you know” — when taken literally — means that we shouldn’t have fiction. But that’s not what it means, at least, not for my purposes; rather, it’s write what you know to be true. That’s an emotional truth, a universal truth. Certainly, experience of trauma and other hardships will provide insight into those things, will, perhaps, provide an access into writing about them that others cannot achieve. But to deny imagination, empathy… that’s utter nonsense.
I will not deny that there are some beautiful, powerful works brought to us by some very damaged, tragic souls. But I do not — I can not — believe that personal suffering on a Grand Scale is required to create meaningful or lasting work. I do not, and cannot, believe that we must “suffer for our art,” if by suffering for our art we mean exposure to the cruelest and most inhumane experiences imaginable. Anyone who has struggled to put the right words on the page, the right line on the canvas, the right shape cut into the marble, etc… they have suffered for their art. They needn’t become heroin addicts to then prove it.
I’m sure there are many who will disagree with me. But from where I’m sitting, it’s your voice, your ability to imagine, to empathize, and to relay those things that connect us all with honesty and courage that will create great art.