philcoulson:

welcome to the new age

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(Source: christianslater, via jossarian)

stele3:

orionsnacks:

in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is

because little girls have heroes too

"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"

She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.

"I knew it," she whispers.

The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.

The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.

Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”

Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.

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buckyremembers:

Post-CATWS AU

↳ Bucky struggles with his memories and looks up on the internet what damage the Winter Soldier -he- has done.

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i’ve been emotionally compromised but the winter soldier and i will never recover.

kaciart:

"Am I dreaming?"

kaciart:

"Am I dreaming?"

Marvel’s House of M | What if you woke up one day in a completely different reality, with no memory of who you previously were?

In a blink of an eye, our beloved heroes suddenly become ordinary citizens in a world that is vastly different from their own.

Steve Rogers has no memory of serving in WWII, nor of losing Bucky Barnes.

Tony Stark did not end up with a hole in his chest, the Iron Man suit was never invented, and Stark Industries is the leading manufacturer of boxing robots for a sport called Robo Death Match, a sport where robots fight in boxing tournaments instead of humans.

Meanwhile, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff are married with two children of their own, living ordinary lives on a farm in upstate New York.

Bruce Banner is married to Betty Ross and he is an accomplished  specialist in a prominent hospital.

Only two people in this reality still retain their memories: Erik Lehnsherr, otherwise known as Magneto, and his son, Pietro Maximoff. Pietro thinks he can return things to the way they were, but first he’ll have to convince the Avengers that this reality isn’t real and persuade them to help him get past his father to the person responsible for this reality warp: his twin sister, Wanda.

[featuring Charles Dance as Erik Lehnsherr, Tom Wlaschiha as Pietro Maximoff, and Lara Pulver as Wanda Maximoff]

(Source: starlorrd, via softshinythings)

wonderous-world:

Remember Champ, the happiest dog in the world? His owner, Candice Sedighan, just shared with us a new series of photos she’s taken of the adorable dog and his new found friends. Recently, Candice ran into a man who was holding chicks in a box. “He asked me if I think any factories would want them, but I offered to take them instead so I could find them a safer home. I bought all the necessary supplies to keep them comfortable and healthy for a few days, and will be donating them to a local college’s teaching farm.” See more photos of Champ and his adventures via Instagram.

(Source: wonderous-world, via jiveammunition)

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

A mother’s war: Hope Howell, Remus Lupin’s mother.
“There you go, you can look now.”
“Bollocks –“
“Mind your tongue then, Remus John Lupin.”
“I don’t look anything like it.”
Hope Lupin shakes her head, “That’s not what Charles Marwood said.”
“Charles Marwood is a right twat.”
“Remus!”
“Sorry mum but he’s always sneaking up on me!”
“Tell him very nicely that you’re not interested and he’ll leave you alone.”
“That doesn’t – that’s not the point, mum. The point is, I’m not half as good looking. Sirius and James –”
“Are handsome, yes, but you have soul.”
“Soul,” he says dryly.
Hope puts down her paintbrush and forces her sixteen year old son to look at her.
“Remus, you’re not a monster.”
“Mum-“
“No, shut up and listen to me. I don’t care what they say, they’re blind, prejudiced fools. All right? I want you to look at yourself, really look at yourself, and see. You’re not ugly Remus. You have blonde curls, lovely brown eyes but mostly you radiate soul.”
“Mum please.”
Hope rolls her eyes, “Like you’re not an esoteric little hippie yourself. Look, other people – they’re unpleasant to be around, all right. They radiate this nervous energy, bad vibes. But look at you. None of these, these muggles even know you’re a – a werewolf. They wouldn’t believe me if I told them that once a month you turn into a ravening beast. You’re peaceful, you’re beautiful inside. Where it matters.”
“Thanks mum,” but she can still hear the heavy, not that it matters anyway tacked on to the end of the sentence.
Once upon a time, her palms grow clammy at the memory, she thought she loved the wizarding world. So progressive, accepting blacks and women as equals. Wasn’t until later she discovered that they weren’t really progressive; they had different prejudices, hating people like her, hating her son because he was hers. Telling her son he’s a monster – how could anyone call him a monster, not when all year round he’s the gentlest and all round most beautiful person she knows.
And that isn’t her looking at him through rose-tinted glasses. Ask any of the other inhabitants in their building and they’ll all say the same thing. For a world that prides itself on being smarter and somehow better than the rest of them, they’re really terrible, stuck-up, self-absorbed twats. If they had sense they’d look at her son and call him beautiful and paint him as an angel too.
“Remus, fuck them ,” is all she says.

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

A mother’s war: Hope Howell, Remus Lupin’s mother.

“There you go, you can look now.”

“Bollocks –“

“Mind your tongue then, Remus John Lupin.”

“I don’t look anything like it.”

Hope Lupin shakes her head, “That’s not what Charles Marwood said.”

“Charles Marwood is a right twat.”

“Remus!”

“Sorry mum but he’s always sneaking up on me!”

“Tell him very nicely that you’re not interested and he’ll leave you alone.”

“That doesn’t – that’s not the point, mum. The point is, I’m not half as good looking. Sirius and James –”

“Are handsome, yes, but you have soul.”

“Soul,” he says dryly.

Hope puts down her paintbrush and forces her sixteen year old son to look at her.

“Remus, you’re not a monster.”

“Mum-“

“No, shut up and listen to me. I don’t care what they say, they’re blind, prejudiced fools. All right? I want you to look at yourself, really look at yourself, and see. You’re not ugly Remus. You have blonde curls, lovely brown eyes but mostly you radiate soul.”

“Mum please.”

Hope rolls her eyes, “Like you’re not an esoteric little hippie yourself. Look, other people – they’re unpleasant to be around, all right. They radiate this nervous energy, bad vibes. But look at you. None of these, these muggles even know you’re a – a werewolf. They wouldn’t believe me if I told them that once a month you turn into a ravening beast. You’re peaceful, you’re beautiful inside. Where it matters.”

“Thanks mum,” but she can still hear the heavy, not that it matters anyway tacked on to the end of the sentence.

Once upon a time, her palms grow clammy at the memory, she thought she loved the wizarding world. So progressive, accepting blacks and women as equals. Wasn’t until later she discovered that they weren’t really progressive; they had different prejudices, hating people like her, hating her son because he was hers. Telling her son he’s a monster – how could anyone call him a monster, not when all year round he’s the gentlest and all round most beautiful person she knows.

And that isn’t her looking at him through rose-tinted glasses. Ask any of the other inhabitants in their building and they’ll all say the same thing. For a world that prides itself on being smarter and somehow better than the rest of them, they’re really terrible, stuck-up, self-absorbed twats. If they had sense they’d look at her son and call him beautiful and paint him as an angel too.

“Remus, fuck them ,” is all she says.

(via nonbinaryviola)