Well, according to Ezekiel 1 they might look something like this…
According to Daniel 10 something like this…
According to Isaiah 6…
In Ezekiel 10…
Again in Ezekiel 10…
Basically, when the people writing Scripture tried to describe what they saw when they saw an angel… they run into the end of their imagination… they can never quite seem to fully explain it because they had trouble even comprehending what they saw, let alone being able to describe it to someone else.
Yeah, that’s usually how people responded to seeing them in the Bible…
There’s a good reason why angels’ standard greeting is ‘Do not be afraid’.
I used to listen to this radio show and one thing I remember because it was so funny was a Christmas special where an angel showed up to tell the shepherds about the birth of Christ. The conversations went:
Angel: “FEAR NOT.”
Shepherds: *screaming*
Angel: “I SAID FEAR NOT.”
Shepherds: *screaming LOUDER*
Angel: “WHAT PART OF FEAR NOT ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING?”
So demons are fallen angels but they don’t look scary because they’re fallen, that’s just what all angels look like…
Maybe that’s why so many Christians see visions of Saints or the Virgin Mary instead…like Jesus is all…no, no see being human made me realize sending Angels might not be the best idea. I don’t know if humans can handle this. So I’m gonna just send mom
Jesus: It’s either Mom or the thousand eyed flaming wheel, Dad, do you really think the humans are gonna be chill with that when they’re terrified of spiders already?
God: Hey now, some of those spiders eat birds.
Jesus: …Dad…
God: …To be fair, Australian wildlife was my dark creation phase.
The relationship between Tony and Howard Stark feat. Steve Rogers.
Bonus:
One of the things that never fails to PISS ME OFF about MCU fandom is how nobody ever addresses how fucking UNFAIR all of this is to Steve himself!
Steve didn’t make Howard act like a douchewad; Steve didn’t seduce him, or court his favor, or do anything to try and get Howard to put him onto such a high pedestal that Tony would spend legitimate effort trying to knock Steve off it every time he’s in an insecure mood.
No, Steve fought a war, in the best way he knew how, and if that included dying, then fine, it included dying. He doesn’t deserve Tony whacking him over the head with Howard’s failings as a dad every time he turns around. That was never Steve’s fault, but Tony never lets him forget about it either.
As a parent I get especially angry about this. Because by pinning blame on Steve, who is 100% without fault in this scenario, they’re excusing Howard’s shitty parenting and culpability. And that’s disturbing.
Steve is not responsible for Howard’s issues.
…The only one responsible for Howard’s issues was Howard.
If one truly believes in accountability and they want to be accountable for their actions, then part of accountability is not creating or accepting excuses.
Not only isn’t Steve responsible for Howard’s behavior and Howard’s weird Steve fixation, Steve isn’t AWARE of it. Steve comes out of the ice remembering Howard as merely a friend. For Steve all of Tony’s resentment and hostility comes out of left field.
Maybe Tony telling Steve he grew up hating Steve at least was the dawning of understanding.
Yes, yes yes – Howard’s shitty parenting/putting Steve on a pedestal wasn’t Steve’s fault at all; but Tony’s resentment is equally understandable.
Sometimes I think about the fact that Steve Rogers was actually so fucking young in Avengers 1 and cry
Like this kid had already been involved in one of the bloodiest wars in human history. He’d watched his best friend fall to his death. He’d died for his country before the age of what, 25? 26? And then someone drags him out of the ice and hands him a blanket and pushes him back into SHIELD’s waiting arms, back to fight another war, another battle, because to him they must just never end. Seventy Years passed and nothing has changed. He’s still being told to die. And I think a lot of people just don’t realise this, but he’s still in his mid-twenties. He’s leading a team of people he doesn’t know in a world that is completely foreign to him and it’s only been five years since he was in his teens.
Steve Rogers is so old that he forgets that he’s actually really, really fucking young. I don’t think, even once in his entire life, he has ever been able to act his own age.
I still think Moana deserved an Oscar for this part
To me, the moral of Moana is that only women can help other women heal from male violence.
The movie starts with the idea that the male god who wronged Te Fiti must be the one to heal her. This seems to make a certain sort of intuitive sense in that I think we all believe that if you do something wrong you should try to make it right. But how does he try to right it? Through more violence. Of course that failed.
It was only when another woman, Moana, saw past the “demon of earth and fire” that the traumatized Te Fiti had become (what a good metaphor for trauma, right?) and met her with love instead of violence that she was able to heal. Note that they do the forehead press before Moana restores the heart, while Te Fiti is still Te Kā. Moana doesn’t wait for her beautiful island goddess to appear in all her green splendor before greeting and treating her as someone deserving of love.
Moana is only able to restore the heart because Te Kā reveals her vulnerability and allows Moana to touch her there. Maui and his male violence could only ever have resulted in more ruin.
…this is exactly what I was trying to say and you put it beautifully. @i-want-cheese This is why the scene makes me tear up every damn time. Women’s honest, ugly reaction to trauma is almost never even depicted in films, let alone honored the way it is in Moana. Te Fiti doesn’t have to “rise above” being violated before she’s allowed to heal. Moana sees her and says
I know your name They have stolen the heart from inside you But this does not define you
She utterly accepts Te Fiti’s rage, her fear, her lashing out at anyone who comes near the remains of her ravaged body island. Female ugliness isn’t punished, it’s mourned and loved. What an indescribably comforting moment.
welI i think you do already know the answer, my sweet opossum, but to confirm: I LOVE JEWISH BUCKY!!!!! I LOVE JEWISH BUCKY. In fact, now that I have read Jewish Bucky, it seems so obvious and correct that I am shocked not to have assumed it before.
I hope Bucky’s bubbe looked just like my great-great-great-whatever and taught Bucky to swear in Yiddish with such vivid, paint-peeling eloquence that old guys beating him at chess would take their hats off in laughing respect. I hope he taught Steve to do that too. I hope the first thing Bucky told his ma about Steve was that the kid was a twig but damn he had chutzpah and Bucky’s ma gave him a clip on the ear for swearing. I hope Bucky associates candlelight with home, with the gleam of it in his ma’s pinned-back hair, her blue Friday night dress. I hope Bucky only eats Hebrew National hot dogs but it’s because they TASTE better, Steve, come on. (I’m assuming they sold Hebrew National at Ebbetts Field since the owners were Brooklynites but if they didn’t he probably did what he had to – you can’t just NOT EAT HOT DOGS at a baseball game – then put aside some time on Yom Kippur to apologize for eating treif and, you know, probably eating it again in the future tbh.) I hope he brought his ma’s matzoh ball soup over when Steve was sick and MAYBE Mrs. Barnes even gave Sarah Rogers the recipe because it’s literally the best thing when you’re sick and come on, they’re mishpocheh. I hope he tells the longest and funniest ritual grandpa jokes. I HOPE SOMEDAY BUCKY GETS TO HAVE A NICE HOME, JUST A DECENT APARTMENT WITH A HAND-PAINTED MEZUZAH BY THE DOOR BC YOU KNOW HE DIDN’T HAVE A CHANCE TO PUT ONE UP IN BUCHAREST!!! HE KNEW HE WOULDN’T BE THERE FOR LONG, HE HASN’T LIVED ANYWHERE PERMANENT SINCE HE WAS A KID, POOR BUCKY, WHERE DID THESE FEELINGS COME FROM I WANT THEM TO STOP!!!!!
Anyway so yes, obviously I also love thinking about everyone at seder also, especially because think how nice it would be for Wanda!!!! (Plus is there any reason for Natasha not to also be Jewish? There isn’t? Great, cool, Natasha is Jewish now.) (Ant-Man is probably fake Jewish, Jew….ish, half on his dad’s side, like me.) Please imagine that Bucky has forgotten how long it takes to get to the FOOD PARTS of seder and like, the ritual is important, he’s not objecting to that, it’s just that he’s a supersoldier now and he’s HUNGRY. but it’s fine, he’s just getting increasingly cranky and reading really fast. Please feel free also to imagine Sam and Bucky, fully grown adult men, getting INCREDIBLY hostile and competitive about finding the Afikomen that Steve hid slightly too well
Okay, so. I just had a conversation with Cookingbaconshirtless that recalled a bunch of other conversations I’ve had before with other people. Let’s call them ‘Mundanes**,’ for now – ‘people who do not grok fanfic.’
See, there are people who ‘get it’ intuitively, immediately (some of us writing it before we even knew there was a word – let alone a [sub]culture – for it), people who ‘get it’ after being exposed to That One Fanfic That Changed Their Life, and Mundanes.
There are ‘passive’ Mundanes who get that Fanfic is a Thing, but don’t grok it, and pretty much leave us alone. And then there Those Mundanes who are vehemently Against Fanfic because it’s Literary Heresy and blah blah blah fishcakes.
So I’m going to talk about what fanfic is (to many of us) and why some of us find it fascinating and why some of us spend so much time talking about it and reading it and, most importantly, writing it.
I read this before Christmas and loved it, but I ended up hunting it down today because I couldn’t stop thinking about it since then. And I also couldn’t stop thinking about The Heirs, which I’ve watched twice and still can’t decide if it was any good; I only know that in my mind, that love triangle really, really needed to be an OT3.
saathi1013 says that:
Fanfic exists in the interstices, in the ellipses and the enjambment.
I would add that it also exists in the cracks and the faults: in the things that aren’t right or that don’t make sense. Fanfic can be a kind of kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken objects in a beautiful way. Fanfic can be an act of repairing the broken parts of the narratives that we have been given, only, as saathi1013 says,
A transformative work doesn’t actually transform the original media it is based off of (because the original medium exists in a fixed state and cannot be literally changed by fans unless the canon creators allow it to be so)
so we are creating these pieces of gold that fit into the cracks in the original, and we are offering them to the reader to do the kintsugi in their own minds:
So yes, absolutely, fanfic exists in the negative spaces of the original, in the ellipses and the enjambment, but it also exists in the cracks and the faults, another kind of negative space.
We write because we can see the potential in all of these negative spaces, and in the stories that aren’t being told. And sometimes, we write because we’ve been given this story, and some of it is amazing, but some of it just isn’t right, so we feel driven to share with others what we think it could have been.
One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.
So … Bucky was a three-time YMCA welterweight boxing champion by the time Pearl Harbor happened in December of 1941.
At the time, under the regulations of the New York State Athletic Commission, welterweight was a weight class of 147 to >160 pounds. Pictures of 24-26 year old ish (which would be pre-war Bucky) Sebastian Stan provided. For Science, of course …
That’s a 6′ welterweight.
War-time Bucky? Was not a welterweight.
That … that is not a 6′ welterweight. Even accounting for the padding in the uniforms. Meaning that the Army packed at least 10 pounds of muscle onto pre-serum war-time Bucky. When you’re as lean as this motherfucker is, that is not an accomplishment the US Army would have been able to do lightly.
Post-war, post-serum Bucky?
The Winter Soldier is not hitting the gym. The serum seems to have added at least 20 pounds to Bucky’s pre-war muscle mass.
That is a 6′, 200 pound get out the way, okay. So between pre-WW2 Brooklyn and Bucharest, the serum put at least 40 pounds of solid muscle and probably thicker, heavier bones onto his frame. Not to mention the metal …
I accidentally erased the original timeline post I made. I’m thinking of doing it all over again, in small posts like this, in a contained Tumblr of its own, so I can keep adding info and updating each bit when I come across things. Yes? No? Imma do it……
Tumblr Exodus 