I hate when people think Bucky’s apartment is sad. Bucky’s apartment is the best! It’s full of his choices.
#bucky barnes #mcu #this is a very important post #every single thing in there is a piece of personhood that he has managed to reclaim for himself #starting from literally nothing #all on his own #bucky barnes chose to break the cycle of violence #bucky barnes chose to rebuild
(@fearlessinger)
bucky had a radio, and a table + TWO chairs. he had a loveseat to kick back on, and snacks. he had brightly colored curtains covering the underneath of his cabinets. it was all good things, all bucky’s things.
My favorite is his bright green spatula!
Two chairs= does he ever have an elderly neighbor over for dinner? He’s probably the apartment complex’s handyman.
all the Romanian grandmas probably came over and fed him and that’s how he got so beefy ; ;
as far as we know, Bucky Barnes hasn’t been hugged since 1942 and this needs to be fixed so if Marvel could cast me in Infinity War just as “Grateful Citizen Who Hugs Bucky” I’d be happy to do that for him, bc lord knows someone needs to hug the boy
So, what I want to talk
about in regard to the moment above is why can’t Steve lift it? Why
can he only move it slightly? This is my theory;
We all know Steve Rogers
is the epitome of a good human, the best. No flaws. All strengths.
But if you like I love to look between the lines, behind the smiles
and masks, you’ll also know him as an incredible sad, broken human
being who has lost everything and still is expected to soldier on.
Now, a few days ago I read
anamazing meta on Steve Rogers and his suicidal tendencies; crashing
the plane, jumping about twenty stores out of building and down in
another with a shield as his only protection, jumping out of a plane
without parachute (a thing that is insinuated to be reoccurring ‘Did he just jump without a parachute?’ ‘Hehe, yeah’),
dropping his shield and not fighting back when he fought with Bucky,
there is nothing that makes him happy (’What makes you happy?’ ’I
don’t know’). There are countless of other incidents but right now I
can’t remember them. The important thing to take from this is that
Steve Rogers, the grand Captain America, is depressed, suicidal and
so guilt ridden over what happened to Bucky (and knowing Steve, he
probably blames him self for hurting Peggy over and over, when she
rediscovers he’s alive ’It’s been so long, so long’ too).
But he is still Steve
Rogers, he is still an amazing person with principles, he never
bends. His morale isn’t compromised like Natasha’s is. He doesn’t
fight for his country, he fights for its people and for freedom. For
what’s right. If anyone is worthy of wielding Thor’s mighty hammer,
it is Steve; the sickly, little kid from Brooklyn who were to dumb
not to run away from a fight.
So why can’t he lift, why
can he only move it slightly? Because Steve Rogers is depressed,
because he blames him self for every bad thing in this world, that he
maybe could have prevented if he had powers like Superman, because
Steve Rogers doesn’t believe he is worthy and certainly not of
lifting the hammer of a god. And I believe that not only do you have
to be worthy, you have to deem your self worthy of lifting Mjolnir.
And Steve doesn’t see what we see, he doesn’t see his amazing gifts;
he sees all his mistakes, he sees Bucky falling and the destruction
of both New York and DC hears Peggy crying and there’s no way those
actions and fall outs can make a man worthy of lifting Mjolnir.
Guys, it’s the last day of 2016. And can I say, even though this year was a flaming pile of sharks, you made it so much better.
I want to thank @just-call-me-mrs-captain for the kind words and encouragement to start this blog. I was so afraid to share what I had, but boy am I glad that I did.
Guys, over 1200 of you are following me now. It’s been less than a year and I am blown the fuck away by this. to go from nervous to so inspired to continue sharing my work… It’s just indescribable.
I now feel bad for naming some because I can’t name you all! but thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my needy artist heart. I put so much of me into my writing, and knowing how many of you read it-and continue to read it- is astounding to me. I appreciate everyone and all of your feedback. If I didn’t have that, I probably wouldn’t be as excited to share.
Let’s raise a glass to 2017, and pray to the universe that my country doesn’t get destroyed in the first month.
