Fortress of Solitude

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caughtinanocean asked: Steve/Bucky, "Please come get me."

steverogersorbust:

You’re eighteen and you’re going to die.

You’re small and you’re sick and the doctors are amazed you made it to your tenth birthday, let alone that you’re still breathing. So maybe you should count your blessings that you made it this far. But it makes you mad, because it ain’t fever or disease that’s gonna kill you now.

It’s your own goddamned mouth.

You have no patience for bullies, is all. Watching someone abuse their power, well. It slips under your skin and stirs up the devil inside. And since your fists are useless—you pretend otherwise, but know better—the only weapons you can use are your mind, which is quick and keen, and your words, which are sharp and knowing. “Like a knife, Stevie,” Bucky says, when you get particularly ornery. “Shoved right under a fella’s ribs, cut ‘em straight through.”

You sometimes forget, when Bucky sounds so proud of your skill, that others don’t take too kindly to being heckled.

The foot to your ribs is reminding you now.

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darthstitch:

someday my prince will come
a brooklyn boys fairy tale

There are two very important things you need to know about Dragons.

One - they always need to have a Hoard.

Two - they always need a Princess.

Iacov of the House of Drăculești always had to be the different one.  In America, where he was born, instead of the native land of his ancestors, his father named him James Buchanan - for an American President - and Barnes because, as his Grandfather had put it, running around with the family name of Dracul was just going to invite all sorts of trouble.  So the family took on the name of Barnes, with suitably American first names and tried to live as peacefully as Dragons who walked in human form could possibly be.  

In America, Iacov was better known as Bucky because, really, there were just too many James and Jimmys and Jaimes and Jims running around and it was just too confusing for Mrs. Barnes to holler “JIMMY-BOY!” and have about a dozen other heads turn ‘round, not wanting to upset their mamas and be late for supper.  So Bucky it was.  

And young Bucky was doing all the things little kids do, with the addition of dreaming about his future Hoard and who his Princess was going to be.  His Papa had told him how he’d won and wooed his own Princess and well, Mrs. Barnes would always blush and swat at her husband when he told the story but there was a glow in her eyes and while they weren’t sitting on a bed of gold, they were happy.

His Papa had hoarded happiness and guarded it jealously, as any good Dragon would.  So the Barnes family was well and content. 

Bucky, of course, wanted something like that when he was older.

So naturally, he meets his Prince when he was about seven years old.

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copperbadge:

cactusspatz:

copperbadge:

Tony Stark’s granddaughter, Rhodey Stark: 

[From Avengers #24, 2013.]
We don’t know for sure that she’s James Rhodes’ descendant; she could just be named in honour of Rhodey.
BUT COME ON that is totally Rhodey’s granddaughter. 

You know what that means, right? This means that one of Rhodey’s offspring married one of Tony’s offspring. Dear god, can you imagine how he took that news? Poor Rhodey.Either that, or mpreg. I prefer my version.

In theory, at least if we go by patriarchic naming conventions, it means that Tony’s son knocked up Rhodey’s daughter. I’m sure Rhodey was thrilled. 
Or Tony’s daughter kept her name and passed it on to her daughter; that’s very Stark. 
Either way I feel like Tony and Rhodey had a conversation at some point that involved shotguns.

copperbadge:

cactusspatz:

copperbadge:

Tony Stark’s granddaughter, Rhodey Stark: 

[From Avengers #24, 2013.]

We don’t know for sure that she’s James Rhodes’ descendant; she could just be named in honour of Rhodey.

BUT COME ON that is totally Rhodey’s granddaughter. 

You know what that means, right? This means that one of Rhodey’s offspring married one of Tony’s offspring. Dear god, can you imagine how he took that news? Poor Rhodey.

Either that, or mpreg. I prefer my version.

In theory, at least if we go by patriarchic naming conventions, it means that Tony’s son knocked up Rhodey’s daughter. I’m sure Rhodey was thrilled

Or Tony’s daughter kept her name and passed it on to her daughter; that’s very Stark. 

Either way I feel like Tony and Rhodey had a conversation at some point that involved shotguns.

(Source: badgergasm, via kate-wisehart)

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Consent? Rape? Pro life? Pro choice?

kate-wisehart:

finnicks-hissing-lizard:

kate-wisehart:

bemusedlybespectacled:

finnicks-hissing-lizard:

toohottoforyoutohandlle:

finnicks-hissing-lizard:

Can someone explain to me how consent to sex isn’t consent to pregnancy? What else do you expect from having unprotected sex? The only 2 outcomes of sex are pregnancy or failure to conceive. Nothing else.

Also, there’s a difference between being pressured into something and rape. Huge difference…

Honestly, with all the cases of rape and people victim blaming because its not always going to be a clear case of rape, how is there going to be screening? A person says they are raped, but there is no physical proof then they should go through with the pregnancy and give birth. We should just victimize them again, which is basically what this would do.

Consent to sex is not consent to pregnancy because:

1) People do take precautions(birth control). To assume someone got pregnant because they were being unsafe is to denounce all those accidental pregnancies. Even if they didn’t use protection, they should still have a choice on what they decide to do. Its not up to you to decide what a pregnant person decides to do with their pregnancy.

2) Sex isn’t for procreation only, which is why the argument comes into play. Not everyone decides to have sex just to have children. Sex is stress reliving, intimate, and a pleasurable experience (if consensual).

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You hear all this about “woe is the woman” because she has to carry the baby. What about the father? What if he wants the baby? Does he not get a say? I sure as hell have never heard anyone ask the dad if he want it. Biologically it’s 50% his.

And rarely have I heard of a case in which, legally the victim was blamed in a rape case. RARELY. Sure maybe people on the street say it, fuck them. What matters is legally. The rapist 99% is found guilty and thrown in jail.

And I am quite aware of sex being a pleasurable thing. But, as we learn in Highschool, and middle school, what is the only fool proof way to not get pregnant? Say it with me class! “The only fool proof way to prevent pregnancy is to stay sexually abstinent.” I’m sure you are quite aware of this. You don’t need a 16 year old explaining this to you. No matter what precautions you take, there is ALWAYS a risk of pregnancy if you have sex even once.

I can only assume you’re a troll due to how stereotypical you are, but let’s assume you’re totally naive instead.

The mother, not the father, has to go through hours of pain, before which there’s nine months of sickness, more pain, and medical problems (including but not limited to anemia, depression, diabetes, high blood pressure, and preeclampsia). Until the father’s life is literally put in danger, it’s the mother’s choice, not his.

The rapist is actually found guilt three percent of the time. Not 99%. 3%. Total.

And you know what? I don’t need a sixteen year old boy telling me when to have sex or not. If my birth control (which is 99% effective, since I use it correctly) and condom usage (98%, since I use them correctly and every time I have sex) both fail me, why should I subject myself to at least nine months if not longer of health problems just because somebody else donated their baby batter?

I had a conversation with my husband when we first got together that went something like this:

"Honey, if I get pregnant I am warning you right now, there will be an abortion happening and you will have absolutely no say in it. I never want kids, and I especially never want to suffer through a pregnancy."

His response was a very mature, “Hey, I’m not the one that has to carry it around for nine months and put my life at risk. Your call, babe.”

At least you guys agreed! I’m glad that he was complient. I’m just stating my opinion on how things should go. We are all entitled to them.

Yeahhh except that your opinion negates the legal concept of bodily autonomy. Just because you have an opinion doesn’t mean it’s valid and based on legal and scientific fact. I could have the opinion that in order to be President of the United States, one must first sacrifice a chicken to the Dark Lord Cthulu. Doesn’t mean I’d be correct.

Bodily autonomy is a thing that basically states that you can’t force anyone to do anything involving their body.

So you can’t force someone to donate blood or an organ (you can’t even force people to sign up to be organ donors because of bodily autonomy - if a corpse has the right to bodily autonomy, so does a pregnant person). You can’t force someone to undergo a medical procedure. You can’t force someone to NOT undergo a medical procedure. Basically, the concept of bodily autonomy means that your body is yours to do with as you please. This is, at current time, the law of the land, and for good reason.

So while I agree that in a perfect world, a cisman and a ciswoman who have gotten busy with the end result of pregnancy should have a conversation and each person should weigh in on the topic, ultimately, the final decision will always come down to the ciswoman and what she feels she wants to do.

Even so, this world isn’t perfect and that’s not always possible — sometimes it’s a one-night stand and she has no means of contacting the paternal parent, sometimes it was a rape, sometimes the two parties had a really terrible breakup, sometimes one party is outright abusive. Sometimes it’s not even about not wanting to be pregnant — sometimes it’s just about the physical and mental health of the person carrying the fetus. (Even if I wanted to get pregnant, I have a fairly unique set of physical issues that would, at current time, necessitate an abortion.) It will always be the ciswoman’s choice. Always.

Because bodily autonomy. She will be carrying the baby for nine months and putting her life at risk. Her body chemistry will be permanently altered. She will have a fuckton of medical procedures performed on her and may wind up having to be cut into to deliver. She will have to foot the medical bills (assuming that her and unidentified cismale above are not married). She will have to deal with the morning sickness, swollen feet, high blood pressure, back pain, and inability to sleep for four months. She may lose her job if she’s in the US, because while FMLA technically prevents employers from firing women for taking maternity leave, no one fucking enforces it. She may face ostracism from family members or friends; she may face rape from people who assume that because she’s a single pregnant woman, she’s a slut and they have the right to take from her what isn’t freely given.

All the cisman did was pump a few times and ejaculate. No effort whatsoever, and no bodily autonomy will be violated in the case of an abortion because once the sperm leaves the body it is no longer a part of your body.

She gets final say.

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orwecouldnot:

fake!married bucky and sam is so important to me, like house-sharing, couch-cuddling, lap-sitting, netflix-arguing i want the whole shebang. 

i want sam stealing the covers at night and bucky kicking too much and both of them whining about it in the morning but neither of them ever getting up to sleep alone downstairs 

i want bucky getting in the shower with sam, arguing that he takes up all the hot water and it’s only fair for them to share. sam rolling his eyes and complaining but moving to make room.

i want sam and bucky forgetting about the mark entirely and bickering over cereal in the aisle at walmart.

(“bucky i swear to god if you get another box of captain crunch you’re banned from grocery shopping”

"i’m not eating that fiber shit, sam"

"it’s good for people your age."

"asshole.") 

i want bucky coming down with something and pretending he’s fine when he’s clearly shivering and shoving his gross, cold feet under sam’s thighs every five seconds like that’ll make him better. bucky rolling his eyes when sam gives up and throws flu medicine at him the second he coughs.

(“you don’t need to baby me.”

"yeah, ‘cause adults are the ones that wear basketball shorts outside in december.”

"i don’t get sick, alright? i’m the winter soldier."

"you’re the dumbass that keeps stealing my coffee and throwing out all the bananas when you think i’m not looking."

"quit buying bananas that taste so fuckin’ weird and that won’t be a problem.") 

and bucky curling into sam on the couch and falling asleep on his chest and sam letting him, pulling bucky close and pushing his face into bucky’s hair whatever it’s not really cuddling 

(via ifeelbetterer)

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