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henricavyll:

 Advice he’d give a 12-year-old version of himself"It might sound oversimplified, but I’d say, ‘Shhh.’ It’s so funny how noisy my brain is - it’s what it does, it makes thoughts. And the problem is, I think in most of our lives the root of suffering is listening to that brain noise and actually identifying with it as if it’s who you are. That’s just the noise your brain makes. And more often than not, it probably doesn’t have much to say that’s going to help you. I’ve felt my best are the moments that I’ve been able to pull that plug and say, ‘Chris … shhh … shhh.’ And it’s not quitting, it’s not giving up, it’s not washing your hands of the thought, it’s rising above it. All the time I’ve spent suffering as a result of brain noise, hours of my life wasted. So that’s what I’d say: ‘Shhh.’"

 

sewbergamzee:

tuucker:

when youre walking past a dead body in a horror game and it suddenly comes back to life

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Oh my god you can almost hear the pug’s screams. 

bri-loves-cats:

ramblingsarcasm:

king-samanthian:

forget-the-maps:

Want

Calvin and Hobbes: the college years

WHAT.

Y’know, I scrolled past this and thought to myself, “yeah, this is pretty cute, but I’m not gonna reblog it.”

Until I saw that last gif.

wildeaboutoscar:

imaginedragons:

what real mens activists look like (see more here)

Just so you know, I love all of you.

Shouldn't Steve be sterile too, really? Otherwise, what's the reason for why there's not an army of US government created Captain America kids running around? You'd think that'd be the next logical step when they realized they couldn't recreate the serum...
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stele3:

cassandrexx:

cactusspatz:

cassandrexx:

rageprufrock:

misspryss:

actualmenacebuckybarnes:

Well, since the serum is an enhancement, it’s unlikely to be passed through genetics (the doctors probably tested this, somehow, haha). Steve’s kids are more likely to inherit his asthma and weak stature. 

OH MY GOD THO

A SINISTER GOVT EXPERIMENT TO CREATE AN ARMY OF TINY CAPTAIN AMERICAS

STEVE FINDS OUT ABOUT IT AT SOME POINT

AND IT’S BASICALLY ELEVEN TOW-HEADED, ASTHMATIC, ALLERGIC, IMMUNO-COMPROMISED LITTLE BEANPOLES WITH BAD ATTITUDES

AGES 8-12

SOCKED AWAY SOMEWHERE

LIKE IN A WAREHOUSE OR WHATEVER

WITH A COUPLE OF OVERWHELMED INTERNS BABYSITTING THEM

BECAUSE THE RESEARCHERS HAD ALL THEIR FUNDING TAKEN AWAY WHEN CAPTAIN AMERICA’S SECRET UBERMENCH CLONES TURNED OUT TO BE A BUNCH OF WEAKLINGS

AND NOBODY KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH THIS GAGGLE OF KIDS (WHO ARE SHRILL AND UNMANAGEABLE AND WHEEZE A LOT)

EXCEPT MAKE SURE THEY GET ADEQUATE MEDICAL CARE AND REGULAR MEALS

AND REGRET THEIR IN RETROSPECT VERY OBVIOUS ERRORS

AND HOPE STEVE DOESN’T FIND OUT

WHICH OF COURSE HE DOES

BACK AT THE TOWER

EVERYONE’S INHALERS KEEP GETTING MIXED UP

THERE ARE COLORED PENCILS EVERYWHERE

A FISTFIGHT ABOUT THE NATURE OF JUSTICE ENSUES BETWEEN THE 9 YEAR OLD ONE AND ONE OF THE 11 YEAR OLDS

AND BUCKY

IS

ON

CLOUD

9

This. Is. My. Fetish.

Oh my God, though. Imagine the Winter Soldier, going through classified old SHIELD projects in search of more HYDRA targets to destroy, coming across that Warehouse. This warehouse full of little kids who look like… look like… The man on the bridge, he thinks, but that’s nonsense; the man on the bridge had been 200 pounds of deadly muscle, nothing at all like these skinny little kids with their fragile bones.

And then an intern spots him and all hell breaks loose, kids and handlers fleeing, leaving behind one little blonde boy who’s wheezing too hard to run.

The Winter Soldier stares, motionless. The boy looks back at him, scared and wheezing but too stubborn to cry; and suddenly the Winter Soldier knows what to do.

"I’m Bucky," he says, kneeling down in front of the boy. "Where’s your inhaler, kid?"

Uh, wait, I’m confused. Where are the other 20,000 words of this? *shakes post until more fic falls out*

BUT OMG BUCKY. Does he carefully make sure this boy gets somewhere safe and then go after all the others, because clearly anyone who would abandon a kid in his presence doesn’t deserve to be taking care of any children, ever?

The soldier reaches out with one hand – slowly, carefully, don’t startle him – and suddenly the boy grabs his wrist and yanks, rams his bony shoulder into the soldier’s side, heaves. It’s a Judo throw, all leverage and momentum; the kind that, if executed well, will allow a sixty pound boy to put a grown man on his back.

The boy executes it perfectly, but the main reason it works is that the soldier wasn’t expecting it at all. He hits the floor hard, lies stunned for a moment, the air knocked out of him. The boy scrambles on top of him, reaches for the gun at his side –

There’s a limit to how much the Winter Soldier can let himself be surprised, even by a nine year old boy. He closes the metal hand around the boy’s wrist – gently, careful, don’t hurt him, don’t hurt him – and the boy goes still, wide-eyed, terrified, his breath rasping loudly in the quiet.

"Codename Winter Soldier. Authorization 84629054FT67," the soldier says, on a hunch, and the boy relaxes all at once, recognizing the code. His breathing’s still getting worse, though, the exertion catching up with him. The soldier braces him, helps him into a half-remembered position – kneeling upright, hands braced on thighs, letting the stomach muscles help with the exhausting work of breathing. "Where’s your inhaler?" he says again.

"Table," the boy croaks.

Inhalers have changed a lot since… since… When would he have had cause to handle an inhaler? The soldier shakes his head, dazed. Thankfully the boy seems to know what to do, sucking in big lungfuls of medicine with the air of a well-practiced ritual, and his breathing’s already getting easier.

"What’s your name?" The soldier asks quietly.

"Alex, sir. Alexandra 483047." The soldier blinks. Alexandra? But no, he can see it now; despite the shorn hair and the boyish clothes, Alex has a girl’s fine-boned facial structure. She’s looking at the soldier with wide eyes, a little awed. "Are you really the Winter Soldier?"

"Yes." The soldier says. He looks at the girl, her watchful, alert body language, her easy, balanced movements. "Hydra trained you."

"Yes, sir. They used to train us real hard, and Trainer said I was the best of all the girls!" Alex says proudly. But then she looks down and her voice gets small and quiet. "But then we didn’t grow up big like they thought we would, and me and Jamie got the asthma, and Mary had pneum - um - pneumonia again, so they said they were going to eliminate us. But Uncle Pierce said, we don’t eliminate kids, and it would be a terrible waste, and we could still grow up to be loyal soldiers of Hydra!"

She ticks those last three points off on her fingers, clearly quoting, and Bucky gets the impression the words have been carefully stored away and rehearsed, repeated so often their comfort has worn thin. And then the girl suddenly flinches, cowering away. “Are you here to eliminate me?”

*SCREAMS* This is even better!

Does Bucky go find the others and lead them in a careful daisy chain to Steve and Sam’s house? :DDDDD?

(Also, Pierce totally held onto them in order to potentially use them against Steve, right? They woulda been born around 2002-2005, so Steve would have been coming out of the ice right around the time it became clear that the kids weren’t going to “grow up big.”)

sixpenceee:

Italian special force soldier after 72 hour battle in Afghanistan

School for black civil rights activists. Young girl being trained to not react to smoke blown in her face, 1960

Disability activists abandon their wheelchairs and mobility devices and crawl up the 83 stone steps of the U.S. Capitol Building demanding the passage of the American with Disability Act, March 12, 1990.

A south Korean man cries as his brother is on a train back to North Korea. Separated by the war, they have not seen the other since 1950. They were allowed to see each other for three days, but one will go back spending life in luxury, and the other in hard labour

 The Mocambo night club in East Hollywood, a white’s only club, was the most popular dance spot around but would not book Ella because she was black. Marilyn, who adored Ella Fitzgerald and her music, called the manager and demanded that they book Ella immediately

Portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz

Werfel, a 6 year old orphan from Austria has just been given his first pair of new shoes by the American Red Cross,1946.

The last Jew of Vinnitsa

Susan B. Anthony in 1872 getting beaten and arrested for trying to vote when it was illegal for women to do so.

Until the mid-60s, the Aborigines came under the Flora And Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aborigine meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.

Here’s a link to 75 iconic pictures of the 21st century
I hope you guys learned and teared up from this as much as I did. 

sixpenceee:

Italian special force soldier after 72 hour battle in Afghanistan

School for black civil rights activists. Young girl being trained to not react to smoke blown in her face, 1960

Disability activists abandon their wheelchairs and mobility devices and crawl up the 83 stone steps of the U.S. Capitol Building demanding the passage of the American with Disability Act, March 12, 1990.

A south Korean man cries as his brother is on a train back to North Korea. Separated by the war, they have not seen the other since 1950. They were allowed to see each other for three days, but one will go back spending life in luxury, and the other in hard labour

 The Mocambo night club in East Hollywood, a white’s only club, was the most popular dance spot around but would not book Ella because she was black. Marilyn, who adored Ella Fitzgerald and her music, called the manager and demanded that they book Ella immediately

Portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz

Werfel, a 6 year old orphan from Austria has just been given his first pair of new shoes by the American Red Cross,1946.

The last Jew of Vinnitsa

Susan B. Anthony in 1872 getting beaten and arrested for trying to vote when it was illegal for women to do so.

Until the mid-60s, the Aborigines came under the Flora And Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aborigine meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.

Here’s a link to 75 iconic pictures of the 21st century

I hope you guys learned and teared up from this as much as I did. 

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