tavoriel:

AU where Bucky moves in with Steve like 7 seconds after the movie ended and for a good while they have a spell of peace and quiet to just make friends with the avengers and get up to shenanigans and teach Bucky how to function (isn’t that like, everyone’s favorite winter soldier AU)
"I have to help my friend readjust to society, he’s been living out of the loop for a long time, it’s kind of sad.""Oh, that’s too bad.  Like, he can’t drive a car and whatnot?""He… can…. drive a car.  That’s kind of…the problem….”

tavoriel:

AU where Bucky moves in with Steve like 7 seconds after the movie ended and for a good while they have a spell of peace and quiet to just make friends with the avengers and get up to shenanigans and teach Bucky how to function (isn’t that like, everyone’s favorite winter soldier AU)

"I have to help my friend readjust to society, he’s been living out of the loop for a long time, it’s kind of sad."

"Oh, that’s too bad.  Like, he can’t drive a car and whatnot?"

"He… can…. drive a car.  That’s kind of…the problem….”

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stevensbucky:

make me choose:

anonymous asked: Bucky or Loki?

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Juggling Chainsaws - Steve/Sam

notcuddles:

AO3 link above for easy bookmarking, and possibly easier reading.  Fic reposted below in its entirety because it is short, like our lives, and sometimes we just don’t have time to go to a different website to read about time lost veterans having relationship problems.  I apologize for the title and basically everything else about this, I just like poking around in characters’ heads sometimes.

Steve liked to keep to a routine.  It was comforting to have that as a framework for his life, even if it was so often interrupted by every other aspect of his life.  Even if he had nothing else to go back to, he still had The Routine.  It made a surprisingly good companion.  Its demands were simple and straightforward and easily accomplished, usually without any dilemma worse than trying to decide what to have for dinner.  Its simplicity - verging on the banal - made Steve feel normal.  Or at least it let him pretend that he felt normal, which was not the same, but it was as close as he was going to get.  He made himself be satisfied with that.


Part of The Routine was going for a run in the morning and that was how he first noticed Sam, before he knew that Sam was named Sam, or anything else about him other than the fact that he was a man with a routine as well.  They didn’t run the same route, but he was always out there, every morning, just like Steve.  Their paths usually crossed a few blocks before Steve reached the Washington Monument, the other man still fresh as he started his run and Steve sweaty and slightly winded at the end of his.  Steve would wave and say good morning as he went by and he would get a wave in return and it was almost like they were friends.  They both had A Routine and Steve allowed himself to imagine that this was some sort of silent, unspoken bond between them, because it was amusing to let himself engage in these absurd little fantasies in the privacy of his own head.  Anyway, a one-sided non-friendship with a man who happened to go jogging at the same time as him was about the most Steve could handle at the moment.


If he were more honest with himself, he would have been forced to acknowledge that there was also something about the other man that intrigued him for reasons that had nothing to do with the routine. It was something that took the form of a broad chest and strong legs and a face that was handsome and wore a smile that was small but genuine.  In fact, because Steve was himself and he tended to be honest to a fault, he had acknowledged that interest and then carefully packed it away out of sight and not touched it since. This unwillingness did not spring from prudishness or anxiety about his sexuality, as some might have assumed, but because it was important to handle hazardous materials with proper safety equipment and he was singularly ill-equipped to handle anything outside of The Routine that wasn’t a mission.  He didn’t want to care about someone else when he could barely take care of himself.


It was not that he was struggling, because he wasn’t.  He was holding it together, and he was pleased with that accomplishment.  It was just that holding it together was all he could do.  It was like learning to juggle and he’d finally figured out how to keep all three balls in the air.  He was doing well, but he hadn’t even learned how to add a fourth ball yet and adding a whole other person to the mix was more akin to adding a chainsaw to his juggling act.  It just wasn’t a good idea and he knew enough to know that someone was bound to get hurt if he tried it.


Then one day Steve got a late start and he realized that he’d probably missed his morning greeting and therefore missed part of The Routine.  This was hardly the first time that had happened and it certainly didn’t matter. The important part of The Routine was getting out for a run in the morning, because that kind of physical exertion kept him in the present.  It forced his mind into the here and now and kept him moving forward, moment by moment, instead of allowing him to drift into the past and dwell there on the mistakes he’d made and the things he’d lost.  


Therefore it was ridiculous to change his route till he caught up his fellow runner, but Steve found his feet taking him there anyway and he let it happen because The Routine was important but sometimes routines became ruts and, anyway, it was harmless.  Probably.  


Afteward, he found out the other man’s name was Sam.  He packed that information away, along with his feelings about Sam’s ass, and the way Sam’s hand felt in his when he’d helped him up, and the sudden feeling of kinship and connection that came with realizing that Sam was a veteran, all in the hazmat box so that he could examine them later, when they’d stopped being radioactive.  He didn’t have time to think about the half-life of emotion because Natasha arrived in a car so sleek it looked like it might be breaking the speed limit even when it was in park, and shortly after that he had other things to worry about, which were both more complicated and more simple.


Going to visit Sam when he got back from the mission with Natasha was definitely not harmless but he did it anyway, in part because sometimes it was important to take risks but mostly just because he wanted to talk to a person who didn’t have five agendas nestled in each other like a matryoshka doll of espionage.  In the end, he said almost nothing, which ought to have mitigated the harm that visiting Sam did, but instead just left him yearning for a longer conversation.  He had to wonder if that wasn’t worse, in a way.  Wanting things did him no good right now.  


And yet he did want, no matter how many boxes he tried to put that emotion in.

Reblogging myself because pay attention to me.  :B  Sorry.

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bearlyhere-bearlythere:

i love when you get undressed and your dog looks at your clothes like OMFG YOU JUST TOOK OFF YOUR SKIN YOU SICK FREAK

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projectivepenteract:

theuppitynegras:

projectivepenteract:

theuppitynegras:

I’m about 90% sure the economy is never gonna “improve” 

this is capitalism in it’s final form

this is it honey 

except, you know, those companies that do a charitable thing for every thing they sell

that’s kinda new and interesting. benevolent capitalism

lmao

Pay attention, class: This is what it looks like when one is unwilling to consider new information.

It’s not new information, though. It’s misinformation.

First, it’s not that new.

Did you know that there was a time in U.S. history—which is by definition recent history—when a corporation was generally intended to have some sort of public interest that they served? I mean, that’s the whole point of allowing corporations to form. Corporations are recognized by the commonwealth or state, and this recognition is not a right but a privilege, in exchange for which the state (representing the people) is allowed to ask, “So what does this do for everyone else?”

The way the economy is now is a direct result of a shift away from this thinking and to one where a corporation is an entity unto itself whose first, last, and only concern is an ever-increasing stream of profits. What you’re calling “benevolent capitalism” isn’t benevolent at all. It’s a pure profit/loss calculation designed to distract from—not even paper over or stick a band-aid on—the problems capitalism creates. And the fact that you’re here championing it as “benevolent capitalism” is a sign of how ell it’s working.

Let’s take Toms, as one example. The shoe that’s a cause. Buy a pair of trendy shoes, and a pair of trendy shoes will be given away to someone somewhere in the world who can’t afford them.

That’s not genuine benevolence. That’s selling you, the consumer, on the idea that you can be benevolent by buying shoes, that the act of purchasing these shoes is an act of charity. The reality is that their model is an inefficient means of addressing the problems on the ground that shoelessness represents, and severely disrupts the local economies of the locations selected for benevolence.

(Imagine what it does to the local shoemakers, for instance.)

The supposed act of charity is just a value add to convince you to spend your money on these shoes instead of some other shoes. It’s no different than putting a prize in a box of cereal.

Heck, you want to see how malevolent this is?

Go ask a multinational corporation that makes shoes or other garments to double the wages of their workers. They’ll tell you they can’t afford it, that it’s not possible, that consumers won’t stand for it, that you’ll drive them out of business and then no one will have wages.

But the fact that a company can give away one item for every item sold shows you what a lie this is. A one-for-one giving model represents double the cost of labor and materials for each unit that is sold for revenue. Doubling wages would only double the labor.

So why are companies willing to give their products away (and throw them away, destroy unused industry with bleach and razors to render them unsalvageable, et cetera) but they’re not willing to pay their workers more?

Because capitalism is the opposite of benevolence.

"Charity" is by definition exemplary, above and beyond, extraordinary, extra. "Charity" is not something that people are entitled to. You give people a shirt or shoes or some food and call it charity, and you’re setting up an expectation that you can and will control the stream of largesse in the future, and anything and everything you give should be considered a boon from on high.

On the other hand, once you start paying your workers a higher wage, you’re creating an expectation. You’re admitting that their labor is more valuable to you than you were previously willing to admit, and it’s hard to walk that back.

Plus, when people have enough money for their basic needs, they’re smarter and stronger and warier and more comfortable with pushing back instead of being steamrolled over. They have time and money to pursue education. They can save money up and maybe move away. They can escape from the system that depends on a steady flow of forced or near-forced labor.

So companies will do charitable “buy one, give one” and marketing “buy one, get one” even though these things by definition double the overhead per unit, but they won’t do anything that makes a lasting difference in the standard of living for the people.

Capitalism has redefined the world so that the baseline of ethics is “How much money can we make?” and every little good deed over and above that is saintly.

But there’s nothing benevolent about throwing a scrap of bread to someone who’s starving in a ditch because you ran them out of their home in the first place.

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clinttbarton:

i fucking love whenever people are like “how would steve rogers react to the fact that people now curse and talk about sex?

yo

he grew up as a poor orphan in Brooklyn and joined the fucking army i think he’s got that shit covered 

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Dynamite Signs Warren Ellis to Relaunch Superpowered Universe

multiversitycomics:

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by David Harper

You read that headline correctly, my friends. The ascendant Dynamite Entertainment, which is much more known for its licensed work but has been putting in a lot of work to bring in top name creators, has brought the biggest feather to its cap with today’s announcement of signing Warren Ellis to be the man who will mold their Project Superpowers universe, starting with late 2014.

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We should come up with a Warren Ellis drinking game for when this comes out.  A few suggestions to get started:

- Take a drink when the cynical, gruff guy with poor personal hygiene shows up

- Take a drink when horrible violence is perpetrated for comedic effect

- Take a drink when our heroes end up using a giant space ship as their mode of transport

….I say this with a lot of love for Warren Ellis and a lot of eagerness to see what he does with this project, but, well, he does have his tropes.

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-You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?

-Hell, no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight. I’m following him.

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