America’s Sweetheart & America’s Oldest Heartthrob - the Three Rules
There are three rules when it comes to Captain America and Sgt. Bucky Barnes.
1. Everyone gets a crush on Cap when they’re kids. It’s inevitable. He’s like the Prince Charming of your fairy tales, only he’s red, white and blue, six foot two, eyes of blue, America’s Sweetheart, earnest and true.
2. Once you grow up a little and you think, fuck, no, there’s nobody that good and you start getting a little bit embarrassed over the childhood affection for Steve Rogers and you think you want to be a little “edgy” like your teenage peers, you end up crushing on Bucky Barnes. Because even though you’ll learn a lot later that there’s a lot of shit the history books get wrong and Steve Rogers really wasn’t a bright shining angel of sweetness and light, history and popular culture tend to portray Bucky Barnes as a “bad boy with a heart of gold.” So yeah, let’s go crush on tall, dark and dangerous Bucky Barnes, imagine flirting with him, maybe giving up a kiss or two or three - he’s America’s oldest heartthrob after all.
3. Finally, you’re a Grown Up or as “Grown Up” as you’re probably going to get, even though the mere thought of Adulthood should send you screaming into the night (but shit, you can’t run from those bills and other responsibilities forever, right?). You’re done with Bad Boys you think you can reform - you’ve got a list of exes you thought you could transform into Mr. Right with the Right Kind of Loving (HAHAHAHAH NOPE and FUCK all the romance novels and movies that made you believe that shit anyway). You’re a little older, a little wiser and you know that you’re not looking for a Nice Guy who’ll whine at being friendzoned.
You want a Good Man, a real good man and you wonder where have all the good men gone? (And where are all the gods too, but the last you heard, Thor was in London.)
The history books are getting re-written
You learn that Steve Rogers was a punk-ass Brooklyn boy who still, at the end of the day, really is that kind, really is that good of a guy. Yes, Virginia, there is, indeed, a Good Man out there, even though he sometimes gets caught up in being history’s “greatest soldier.”
You learn that Bucky Barnes might have been a smooth sweet-talker and ladies’ man but at the end of the day he really is a loyal friend, a man you can count on when times are tough. Again, another Good Man.
So you give up. You give in. You are so epically doomed.
You end up happily crushing on both. Both is good. :)
Will this couple stop making my heart ache one day?
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So, I’ve been waiting for someone to explain this extremely simple concept to me my entire life.
Hooooly shit I needed to read this article.
"When I interview leaders, artists, coaches, or athletes who are very successful, they never talk about perfectionism as being a vehicle for success. What they talk about is that perfectionism is a huge trigger, one they have to be aware of all the time, because it gets in the way of getting work done."
"My good opinion, once lost-"
"Man, shut up."
oh. my. god. just look at his RIGHT HAND. IT’S SHAKING. IT’S FUCKING SHAKING. MY GOD. HE’S SCARED. HE KNOWS WHAT IT WILL BE EXTREMELY PAINFUL. FUCK. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. FUCK. BUCKYYY D:
This one never gets old.
The unsung heroes.
That was one of the most horrifying, painful, beautiful parts of the movie. So many of them weren’t prepared, so many were administrators who had no clue that the STRIKE teams had turned, let alone that a killing machine like the Winter Soldier was on the loose.
So many of them died.
And yet none of them hesitated. Despite the propaganda Pierce had unleashed, despite their orders, despite everything, they still responded. Their sacrifice, their heroism - they gave the last full measure of devotion, and I can’t imagine that Steve wouldn’t attend the memorial service, even if he had to use a wheelchair or a cane because his own wounds hadn’t finished healing.
"Captain’s orders" indeed.
fall is approaching! my favorite season<3
so in preparation for sweater and jacket weather, here is a chilly nico guarding against the frigid temperatures~
There’s an abundance of bad things happening right now, and it’s hard not to be sucked into that black hole of sadness, so let’s have a puppy party shall we.
Because, let’s face it, dogs never grow up.
ADDED BONUS, PUPS IN MOTION!!!
I have this problem called I can’t go on Kirii’s blog without needing to login and reblog stuff.
FUCK YOU, KIRII. FUCK YOU AND YOUR QUALITY BLOG, DAMMIT.
I’m having one of those days again.
Kirii and Lizzi are officially co-conspirators pass it on.
I can only believe that Kirii enjoys ruining my life.
Kirii is ruining my life and she’s not even sorry, you guys.
It’s International Kirii Appreciation Day. Sorry guys, I don’t make the rules.
Actual greatest human being alert. Sorry not sorry.
oh my god
oh my god stop i’m blushing!
no but Nico used to hang out with Hestia because she was the hearth
she was home
the only home he’d ever really had
and he knew she would accept him
I DEMAND FOR NICO HESTIA FEELS. I DEMAND MORE HESTIA FEELS IN GENERAL BECAUSE FUCKING THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS!!!!!!!
There were a number of things that SHIELD Director Nicholas J. Fury thought would happen after Captain Steve Rogers opted to sign up for retraining.
He just didn’t quite expect this.
It had been obvious to anyone with eyes - and Fury could see a lot even with his one good eye - that Rogers was depressed, resistant to all the massive changes and culture shock that had happened in what would be an eyeblink for him, considering. He was walking wounded but it looked like after the Battle of New York, Captain Rogers had found his purpose again. Or a semblance of it. Either way, Fury could at least be slightly less worried about having a potentially suicidal Super Soldier on his hands.
He really needed to have a talk with Romanoff on that. Soon.
Cap wasn’t entirely brainless either. Rogers knew he had a lot to catch up on and frankly speaking, keeping up with Tony Stark’s constant babble of pop culture references was really the least of the knowledge he needed. New military tactics, strategies, weapons and practices were definitely on top of Things Captain America Needed to Know.
But Fury was still expecting that resistance, maybe getting reports of him being stubborn as hell, insisting on “old school tricks.” Hell, he was already steeling himself for the various lectures and discussions he was probably going to have with Cap before this was over.
Except that Maria Hill came over with a thumb drive containing the latest video of Rogers’ progress. She was smirking.
"Agent Hill," Fury drawled. "Is there any particular reason why you felt you had to deliver this to me personally, instead of just sending it on to my email?"
"Some things are worth giving a personal touch. Sir."
Which meant Something had happened.
"Should I grab some popcorn and beer while I’m at it?"
"You might want that, yes, sir."
Huh. This Fury had to see.