Tag: bucky barnes

cleo4u2:

thebestpersonherelovesbucky:

moonsofavalon:

colorfulcandypainter:

phdna:

amazon-x:

stand-up-comic-gifs:

Just for reference, sliced bread was invented in 1928. – (x)

Here’s better perspective for this…

Please notice Bucky took pre-serum Steve to that shit. Just… think about that for a moment.

Remember this post whenever you feel tempted to take the Bucky Barnes Is Overprotective joke seriously. He’s not. That’s probably what made Steve get along with him in first place.

Honestly, Bucky’s complete confidence that Steve wouldn’t drop from a heart attack is funny, alarming and utterly sweet all at once

Just imagine how pretty Bucky had to smile to get out of trouble when he dragged a nauseated, bruised, half-dead Steve back to face the righteous fury of Sarah Rogers…

(And personally, I believe that Bucky is not so much protective, as he is territorial. Steve’s not weak, but lay a hand on him and you’ll learn just how strong they both are)

i think this is my favorite post on this entire site. bless.

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE GIF OF BUCKY THROWING STEVE THROUGH A WINDOW?!

Oh, there it is.

bloodyneptune:

blueeyeslaughingintherain:

bloodyneptune:

blueeyeslaughingintherain:

bloodyneptune:

billy-kaplan:

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

Ok so heres my take: look at his face from the text-less gif on, thats…slightly more upset than anyone should be at a girl noticing your friend and not you.

Shame and self-blaming are incredibly common parts of PTSD, and you can just imagine how Bucky felt getting captured, and after everything he went through (unlike the other Howling Commandos you see all drinking together while hes isolating himself), he’s probably blaming himself for not being smart enough, strong enough, quick enough etc.

And who saves him? His tiny little friend, the one with the huge heart, but the one that always got his ass kicked and needed Bucky to come to his rescue. Now hes this huge super soldier saving him.

I think “im turning into you” doesn’t mean “usually im the hot one and girls dont notice ur skinny ass”, i think it quite literally means, sure,  he’s got a big heart, buuut hopefully his big tough bff is around or hes going to get his ass handed to him.

@bloodyneptune I noticed in retrospect that Bucky is not totally okay at any point after Zola first tortured him. Here he is, as you say, drinking by himself in the corner, not with the other guys. He’s not even wearing his uniform tie. I think you’re right that his self confidence was shaken by his experience as a POW. For instance, I think in the train, later they were going after Bucky’s torturer on that mission. He ran out of bullets and he was clearly sick with fear right before Steve tossed him the new gun. I think he was under a lot of strain trying to hold it together in those moments. Bucky saying he had them on the ropes, was trying to reassure himself.
Then he falls off the train and wakes up to Dr. Zola standing over him again, and his life becomes a nightmare of continuous physical and mental abuse from then on. Poor Bucky.

@
blueeyeslaughingintherain 

Oh man, whats amazing about that (I essayed a whole thing the other day because Im batshit like that) is that Bucky has his own entire storyline going on that you only see through his expressions.

Like, instead of taking up the time to have him talk about it, they just let Seb act it out along side and in the main plot. Like, that small look of total disrepair after “lets hear it for Captain America” which is clearly a victory scene, he’s got his own side story going on. The awesome montage of the Howling Commandos being badass and fun, his little sniper bit? Tucked right between fun, and Steve jovially saluting and back to the kickassery, he looks a lot like the Winter Solder; dead eyed and focusing on the mission, loading another bullet to put in another head.

I mean, you can seen he’s repeating his name and number over and over when Steve finds him, he was clearly already in the process of brainwashing. You’re taught to repeat those things when you’re being interrogated, not experimented on. The best explanation is that he’s trying to keep a hold of his identity. So really, the Bucky we see after he’s rescued is one that already got his toes wet in the Winter Soldier project.

Even when he says he wont follow Captain America, just that ‘little guy from Brooklyn”, I think you can interpret that differently too. The last time he remembers being the big guy, the guy in control, the guy that wasn’t fucked up and was needed to protect someone was with pre-serum Steve. He’ll follow that guy back into the one place he does not want to do because thats whats going to make him feel like he’s tough enough to do it again.

I contend that he held out until they told him Steve ‘died’. He was already going through PTSD, already thinking he was weak and self-blaming for getting himself caught and nearly brainwashed the first time, his last hope had to be “of course Steve will come again, just hold out till then”. If his self confidence and sense of being able to fight was already in pieces, it must have been sort of easy once he knew nobody was actually coming to save him.

A+ analysis
It’s interesting that the movie definitely doesn’t spoon feed the story to us. But it’s there all the time. Bucky’s not in First Avenger much and hasn’t got many lines but watching it after WS and CW, wow I saw so much more going on with Sergeant Barnes. I agree that the name, rank and serial number thing showed he repeated it until he put himself into a trance or dissociative state. Then he asked if it hurt when they experimented on Steve to make him a super soldier. Not something I’d think to ask necessarily- does it reflect on the fact that they were already “conditioning” Bucky? Then there’s a great post someone did about Bucky’s and Zola’s expressions when they ran into each other with Red Skull and Cap. I reblogged it a while ago and can find and link you if you want, but the basic idea was Bucky is terrified of Zola and looks right at him, not Red Skull, while Zola stares at Bucky like he’s checking the effects of his experiments, like a scientist looking at a lab specimen. That’s a great example you gave of Bucky’s grim expression when sniping and right after. There’s a wealth of foreshadowing in that first movie and a lot of it is through Sebastian’s acting.

Uggh I know right?? Theres no way they could have fit in scenes of Bucky talking about what he’s going through and keep within the time frame and pacing, really. I think its totally fascinating that instead of just cutting the whole thing, they just let him go through his own plot right along side the main one.

And you don’t really notice unless you’re specifically paying attention to Bucky, because so many of his scenes after he’s captured are within fun, kickass, or silly moments like the Peggy/Steve scene. In the middle of the fun and joking, he’s acting like the mood and tone of the scenes are completely contrary to what’s being presented by everyone elses lines, actions and the way the music and scenes play out.

Actually, I hadn’t considered how oddly out of place “did it hurt” was. I think it would be a question that came long after “what the mother fuck”, “no but what” and “you need to explain this right the hell now because what the everloving shit is happening”.

But duuuude, what they did to him was basically a Hybrid ripoff of the super soldier project, “did it hurt” and “is it permanent” just took on some terrifyingly upsetting alternative meanings. Especially when we know Bucky gets those questions answered.

See what I mean?? They slip in this entirely separate narrative in making it seem like jokes and fun moments, and you almost would miss it if it weren’t for Sebs supernatural acting abilities. It just blows my mind that this shits in Captain America movies.

Have you read about the sounds/music in Winter Soldier? I’ll find it, that shit blew my everloving mind.

plushstiel:

ninemoons42:

thewinterotter:

casspeach:

star-anise:

last-snowfall:

star-anise:

last-snowfall:

inscarletsilence:

on the one hand

what is the fucking point of flipping it you pulled it out of the sheath by the handle there’s no goddamn need for that

why even bother having a special spot easiy to reach in your black leather suit for knives if you’re just going to play with them when you take them out

but on the other hand

hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng 

(He’s switching grips, largely because someone like Steve ain’t gonna give you an easy target for a straight thrust, especially if he’s got his shield, which makes for a lot of over and underhand stuff. But god yess hnnnnnnnnng.)

Also he LOOKS like he’s pulling it out normally, then flips it around—if you don’t have the advantage of a specific close-up you’d easily miss the little flip and think his blade was pointing toward his thumb.  Then when he pulls his arm back across his body you think he’s pointing the knife over to his left, when in reality it is pointing straight at you and he’s about to slam it in your face.  The arm movement to pull it out of the sheath that other way is super awkward and telegraphs the fact that your blade’s going to be reversed from the very beginning.  But the Winter Soldier is a tricksy bastard.  And IIRC, it works—Steve isn’t aware until his arm comes down to strike that he’s about to get hit.  Otherwise he’d find a better way to block it.

</fencer>

Now with additional commentary from a fencer. My “hnnnnnnnng” is only exponentially increased.

Tl;dr knife flips are a useful, brutal, excellent tool.  When the Winter Soldier is coming after you with a knife you’d better have superhuman reflexes, because he is going to attack you from every possible avenue.  If I only hold my blade like a screwdriver, there are a limited number of physical movements I can make, and they are relatively predictable.  If I hold it like an icepick, the repetoire changes but is likewise limited.  If I can flip it around with absolutely no notice, I’ve effectively doubled how difficult I am to defend against.

Reblogging for commentary, and also because I could watch that gif all day.

All of this, and also, even if he WAS just playing with it, fucking around with a weapon is one of the ways that you get really good with it. With knives specifically, for a guy like Bucky — in both his lives — you’d pretty much have one on you at all times, and a lot of the military life (and probably the assassin life too) involves sitting around being bored as shit waiting for the death and terror to start. You end up playing with your weapons, because they’re there, and that’s one of the primary ways you really learn that weapon inside and out. You might play around, switching your grip, flipping it over and over, learning to catch it by the handle, by the point, learning to throw it, learning the exact weight and the center of its balance and all the other things that make handling it so effortless… it’s all just repetition and asking yourself “I wonder if I can….” and doing it until yes, indeed, you can stab some guy in the face before he can even see you coming.

oh wow.

#i love this weapons meta shit

^ Agreed. Weapons meta is meta i need to see more often 

bomberqueen17:

This never went anywhere, but it was going to be in the Full of Grace series somewhere. Maybe I’ll use it? 

In the meantime, here’s some outsider-perspective Bucky characterization. 1400 words, corny jokes. 

“Oh, hey, you’re new,” Ben Greene said, glancing over at his co-pilot as the man swung into the seat and buckled himself in efficiently. He was a white man, dark-haired, strong-jawed, with longish hair, in the standard uniform. “I didn’t notice anybody new on the roster.”

“Last-minute availability swap,” the man said, and fished out— what? His official SHIELD badge, like Ben was gonna ask to see it or something. He glanced over. “You really ought to check that, you know.”

“You couldn’t’ve got in here if you weren’t authorized,” Ben said, laughing, but he obediently looked at it. “James Buck.” Recent enrollment date, but long enough ago to have been through relevant training. And from the look of the guy, he was nobody’s green rookie.

“And I know you’re Greene,” Buck said. “I had a chance to look over the roster and all.”

“Watch who you’re callin’ green, rookie,” Ben said.

Buck gave him an impressively-deadpan stare. “Great,” he said. “A wise guy. I’ll buckle in.”

“I’m not quite up to comin’ up with a pun on Buck and buckle yet,” Ben said, “but rest assured, I’m workin’ on it.”

“That’s fuckin’ great,” Buck said. “Puns. Well, it takes some of the suspense outta wondering what’s gonna go wrong on this mission.”

“You sound pretty experienced,” Greene said.

“I was in the Army for like eighty years,” Buck said, “this ain’t my first rodeo.”

Keep reading

bomberqueen17:

I was wrong, I can’t update Full of Grace right now. Here’s a bit I was going to use, but I had forgotten where exactly I left off.

This is not where I left off. So here it is, instead, for now; its eventual destination is probably in FoG’s sequel.

Not Civil War-compliant, precisely.

The Soldier’s face filled the screen, a little blurry. He had sunglasses on, even though it looked dark in the room. “I don’t got anywhere safe to sleep,” he said, hoarse. “Not for a few days now. I got a public service announcement about that: if you don’t sleep for a couple days you start gettin’ delusions. So I got delusions at the moment, somethin’ fierce.”

He sat back a little, and the camera focused a little better. He was wearing about eight layers of clothes, collars all mismatched and protruding, and he hadn’t shaved in like a week, and his hair was loose and stringy and his sunglasses were visibly badly scratched. “So I’m gonna start off by sayin’– like, I don’t sleep at homeless shelters because that would be really dangerous for the other people at the homeless shelters, but sometimes I wind up hanging out with homeless people so I know what’s up, right, and I got a point here. Like, this is a platform a lot of people watch. And I know you’re all in it for the train wreck. I know I’m being hunted. I know somebody’s gonna catch up to me one of these days, and whether it’s Tony Stark or not doesn’t really matter. Whatever.” He waved his hand across the screen, and it glinted metallic.

“My point is. I got this real public platform, and some insider knowledge, so I’m gonna start off by sayin’ like, I keep seein’ people sayin’ we shouldn’t help refugees if we can’t even house our own homeless veterans, and here’s the thing– so fuckin’ do it, okay? Like, I meet a lotta guys out here and fuck if they don’t need help. If you’re gonna toss that shit rhetoric around like, fuckin, do something. Otherwise fuck you, we’re people, not a punchline. We certainly could help homeless veterans a lot more than we do, and we don’t, so that’s not a good excuse to just not help anyone. Unless that was your whole point?”

He sat back a little further, put his hand to his chest, and made as if declaiming to an audience. “America! We’re pieces of shit, why would you expect better from us? Fuck you!”

He sat forward again. “Fuck you, pal. I fuckin’ died for this country and I’m telling you. Fuckin’ do better than that.” He pointed with one finger toward the lens, jabbing viciously. “Do better.” It was the metal hand. He had no gloves no it, just the visible cuffs of three or four shirts coming down over the heel of it.

He pushed the sunglasses back up on his nose and hunched his shoulders in. “So that was my, like, ad. All y’all vultures watching this for the inevitable meltdown, that was the price of admission. So here comes the meltdown: I told you, right, I ain’t slept more than a couple minutes in four, five days, maybe more now. I actually don’t know.” He pushed his hair back with the skin-covered hand, looking down and away a little.

“So I got these delusions now and it’s making me wonder like, maybe.” He broke off and looked at nothing, folding his arms across his chest. “Maybe I’m– not really the Winter Soldier. Maybe those were delusions.” 

Keep reading

bomberqueen17:

Going through the extant raw materials of the rest of the Full of Grace-verse is a wild ride, let me tell you. I wrote this in such a flood of disorganized free-association. It’s a testament to how Not To Do Things. 

I’m up to about 25k of mostly-contiguous stuff, but it doesn’t have lakeisha’s subplot and I know I didn’t write the Solving of the Mystery of Natasha’s Mysterious Mysteries. Because that’s the over-ambitious sequel.

Anyway, here’s a chunk I just found that made me laugh: James giving Lakeisha tips on How To Badass. 

“In my case, I choose an angle of approach where they can’t see me coming. Which is tactically good, if they can’t see you they won’t shoot you– but also, if you just sort of turn up in the doorway like you’ve been standing there glowering for half an hour before they noticed you, it’s way more intimidating than if they saw you coming like a mile and a half away and have been watching you for five or six minutes commenting on how funny you actually look when you walk.”

“Nice,” Lakeisha said. “You should make a video about this.”

“I have some notes for one,” he admitted. “It adds a lot to your total commute time though, because you have to scout, like I’m doing now. And sometimes it involves scaling a wall so you can approach the door without coming through, like, a courtyard or whatever, where they’d see you from the time you came through the outer gate– the way to avoid that is to just scale the wall, and drop down next to the door so you can just step into the doorway and scare the piss out of everyone.”

“And you do this for effect,” Lakeisha said.

“There’s sound tactical reasons, but yes, effect is the main one,” James said. He paused and glanced over at her. “You don’t think pure drama is like half of my skillset? It is, though.”

“I know you’re not even kidding,” she said, amused.

“Especially if you’re working intimidation,” he said. “Between seventy and a hundred percent of that paycheck is going to be earned by looking and moving and just being as terrifying as fuck. And you can’t ever look like you’re trying too hard. You have to be super method. You are the night. You are death embodied. You are come from hell to take the undeserving. All of that.”  He waved a hand. “Okay I’m not going to make you climb any walls. We’re just going to walk around the block to come at them from that side.”

“What if you have to run?” Lakeisha asked. “In my experience it’s impossible to look scary when running.”

He laughed. “I promise you I’m fucking terrifying at a run,” he said. “If for no other reason than I’m almost twice as dense as a human ought to be so I weigh 300 pounds and move like I weigh 180, and I’ll go fucking through you. Tends to intimidate people.”

bomberqueen17:

from the archives of outtakes for Full of Grace, I was just digging through and found these. So Bucky has a blog and gets Qs, and A’s them, in the story universe. (It’s carefully not quite any actual website, for various reasons, partly laziness.) And in-story, so far, they’ve all been pretty plot-driven Q’s. 

But I got bored at some point while stuck on a plot point, and I just found where I gave him a sideline as a relationship advice blogger. So, in honor of the holiday, here’s some excerpts. (The story is on a brief hiatus at the moment but that doesn’t mean I don’t have more to post soonish, it’s just not on the schedule at the moment.) (Remember when I wrote MCU fic? So do I, pretty much all the time. I’ll get back to it. Don’t worry.) 

q: Dear Winter Soldier: If you had a nice time on a date and you text her to say you hope you can see her again, and she doesn’t text back right away, how long should you wait to try again or should you never speak of/to her again and try to forget about it?

a: I laughed, out loud, for like, ten minutes when I got this. Thank you, this made my day. I’m a relationship advice blog now. I’m going for this. This is great. I could not be less qualified for this and I’m ecstatic. Let’s do this.

If you’re asking the Winter Soldier for real, all the advice I’m gonna have for you is to make your choice now. Either you return to the last known coordinates your handlers left for you and wait for further instruction, or you make your own mission now.

The Winter Soldier isn’t very good at girls, though. Or dating. Or humans. Not living ones, anyway. Making them dead, sure. Texting them back, no. He understands how texting works but not on, like, an interpersonal level. And he is completely baffled by the whole concept of dating.

If you’re asking who I am now, I’m not gonna have a whole lot more advice. If you’re asking who I was before I was the soldier, well, he’s gonna want a pretty detailed explanation of just what this “texting” is after all.

But I’ll try.

Keep reading