epiphanyx7:

ifeelbetterer:

miwrighting:

kototyph:

leupagus:

killerville:

#i never noticed mackie’s little head gesture in the first one #CHOOSING TO INTERPRET IT AS SAM BRACING FOR A ‘YES’ #BRACING FOR THE POSSIBILITY OF BEING TOTALLY DISAPPOINTED BY CAPTAIN AMERICA #and then being pleasantly surprised charmed seduced etc

WOOED THE WORD YOU’RE LOOKING FOR IS WOOED

GUESS WHOSE TAGS ARE TOTALLY GETTING REBLOGGED

#but yeah can you imagine being a black soldier in a world where Captain America and the Howling Commandos existed #b/c I can guarantee that the myth that grew up around that team was used by the right wing #to stifle things like the Civil Rights movement and race discussions in general #holding them up as a La La La Everything’s Always Been Fine Why Are You Making Race An Issue #while at the same fucking time holding Rogers up as this white man ideal #and burying his identity as a rebellious punk who basically lived with the phrase ‘fuck the system’ carved on his heart #I bet that Smithsonian exhibit had to go through a hell of a revision once Steve actually saw it and was like EXCUSE ME WHAT #I bet it didn’t have a fucking thing about Gabriel Jones or Jim Morita #so here Sam is confronted by this man who is everything white America thinks men should be #and everything he has been explicitly and implicitly told his entire life that he *couldn’t* be #and can you imagine hearing from this guy that he has just as much contempt for the good old days as you do #even if Steve’s reply doesn’t address the things you want him to #the relief of that must be like pulling a bad tooth #to know that Fox News was wrong about Steve Rogers #(and on another note to know that Steve Rogers thinks you’re cute) #Sam’s morning is going pretty good (via leupagus)

Star-struck Interviewer: “You must miss the good old days.”

Steve Rogers: “I grew up in a tenement slum. Rats, lice, bedbugs, one shared bathroom per floor with a bucket of water to flush, cast iron coal-burning stove for cooking and heat. Oh, and coal deliveries – and milk deliveries, if you could get it – were by horse-drawn cart. One summer I saw a workhorse collapse in the heat, and the driver started beating it with a stick to make it get up. We threw bricks at the guy until he ran away. Me and Bucky and our friends used to steal potatoes or apples from the shops. We’d stick them in tin cans with some hot ashes, tie the cans to some twine, and then swing ‘em around as long as we could to get the ashes really hot. Then we’d eat the potato. And there were the block fights. You don’t know what a block fight was? That’s when the Irish or German kids who lived on one block and the Jewish or Russian kids who lived on the next block would all get together into one big mob of ethnic violence and beat the crap out of each other. One time I tore a post out of a fence and used it on a Dutch kid who’d called Bucky a Mick. Smacked him in the head with the nails.”

Interviewer: “LET’S TALK ABOUT THE INTERNET.”

Steve Rogers: “I love cat pictures.”

(Many biographical details are taken from Streetwise, either from Jack Kirby’s autobiographical story or Nick Cardy’s contribution: http://twomorrows.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=52&products_id=513 )

it got better

Oh man, that scene was sooooo good and the commentary is on point. I do this myself, a LOT, when I meet new people, because sometimes a pleasant smile and, “Oh, what do you wish was different?” neutral comment or question can get some (white people, straight people, men, neurotypical people, etc.) to say some truly awful fucking shit, to my FACE.

I mean. Obvs nobody wants to have bigots telling you their opinions, but it’s nice to know that these people aren’t “safe” for me to be around.

You wouldn’t believe the shit people say to me—- and I usually encourage them to keep speaking, because at the end of the conversation, I can say “You just said that you wished I were dead.” and when they look appalled, like “But I didn’t mean YOU!” I can tell them they’re wrong. When you mean immigrants, you mean me. When you mean non-christians, you mean me. When you mean non-heterosexuals, or the mentally ill, you’re talking about me.

And sometimes they feel bad afterwards, sometimes it takes me saying, “Yeah all that shit you JUST said applies to me, you wish I weren’t here, you wish my parents were dead, the things you said were just PERSONAL attacks against ME, and you can now either furiously backtrack to pretend you didn’t mean any of it, or you can fucking learn a thing.”

Sam Wilson is probably so used to people using Cap as an example of times when things were ‘better’— you know, when black men weren’t allowed to serve with whites, when women weren’t allowed in the army, when schools were segregated, when america was a “proud nation” or whatever bullshit propaganda they’re pumping into schools these days. I mean, Sam Wilson is probably one of the kids who dug through libraries and the internet for every scrap of information on Gabe Jones, who never gave a fuck about Steve Rogers or Captain America, until the man approaches Sam on the street.

And Steve Rogers looks him in the eye, and doesn’t talk down to him (despite being an officer, and a national icon, and a white man in America) and Steve Rogers might miss his family and his friends but he isn’t about to say that the world was better when men like Sam were treated like shit.

So yeah. That expression on Sam’s face when he realizes that he’s not going to be treated like trash? That moment where Steve Rogers starts listing the ways the world has changed for the better?

Jewish Bucky pls

copperbadge:

Title: Day Of Atonement
Rating: PG
Summary: Bucky thinks he’s got a lot to atone for. Fortunately, there’s a holy day for that.
Notes: Thanks to arsenicjade for checking this one over for me. 😀 

When Steve was little, he didn’t comprehend or even notice that good boys from his building didn’t play with the Jewish boys one block over. When he got older he understood it, but ignored it; after all, his mom didn’t care, so why should he?

Sarah Rogers didn’t give an Irish damn what the biddies in the parish thought of her or her son, as few of them had raised much of a hand to help her when Joseph was alive, and anyone she chose to associate with didn’t give a damn either. On the few occasions someone pointed out Steve’s choice in friends, she said, with an affectionate smile, “Well, Steve’s never been good at idiot rules.”

Steve ran about for most of his childhood in short pants with Bucky Barnes (Lefty Commie Jewish ma, Lefty Commie Convert dad) and Arnie Roth (orthodox, kind-hearted father, dead mother), who lived on the border between the Jewish neighborhood and the Irish one, an invisible but very tough membrane. Arnie drifted off eventually, too scared of seeming any kind of different to play with goyim, but Bucky and Steve battled angry Irish boys in Steve’s half of the street and (less often) tough Jewish boys in Bucky’s half, and soon enough most people who knew them left them alone. Sarah kept a jar of kosher pickles and a special plate for Bucky when he visited, and while she couldn’t send food over to the Barnes family, she did look after Bucky and Becca when the Barnes parents needed to go to a rally or a protest, and the time the strikebreakers put Bucky’s dad in a bad way because he was trying to Unionize.

If Steve ate a lot more matzoh growing up than most Irish, Bucky and Becca occasionally got a meal that might not strictly speaking be entirely kosher.

“Do you remember Yom Kippur back in ‘35, the year after my mom died?” Steve asked. He tried not to ask do you remember too often, but Erev Yom Kippur was in two days, and he didn’t know if Bucky would want to remember, or to participate.

“You wanted to fast with us,” Bucky said, sitting at Sam’s kitchen bar. “Mom wouldn’t let you. She had the Rabbi in to tell you the sick didn’t have to fast.”

“He boxed my ears when I lipped off to him, too.”

“He said that you were a gentile anyway, which was punishment enough.”

“Never lipped off to the Rabbi again,” Steve said ruefully, and Bucky smiled. “It’s comin’ up, you know.”

The smile dropped off his face. “I know.”

“Sam would drive you to Temple if you wanted. We could both fast with you,” Steve ventured. Bucky hadn’t left the house since they’d brought him here.

“Don’t remember much — ” Bucky’s lips twisted. “Bet I could still make kreplach, all the times we watched Mom do it, but the prayers, the words, it’s all…”

He made a faint gesture, fingers fluttering away from his head. Lost to the Winter Soldier.

“They got me,” he said bitterly. “They didn’t put me in a camp but they got me just the same.”

“Hey, no, it’ll come back,” Steve said. “It will. If you can still make kreplach you can still pray. That kinda stuff doesn’t leave you, Buck.”

“It’s Yom Kippur. I got a lot to atone for. There’s too much — “

"I don’t believe that, and I don’t think you do either, not deep down. Anyway, your dad always said the best thing about bein’ a Jew was wholesale one-day forgiveness,” Steve said. Bucky’s mom had always swatted him for that.

Bucky looked at him, head bent, only his eyes moving. “What if I can’t remember?”

“Well, then you’ll have to go back to Hebrew school,” Steve said with a grin. “I hear the Rabbis don’t box ears anymore.”

“Bet they would if you lipped off to them, you were the worst at lipping off,” Bucky replied.

"So you’ll go? Sam and I will come if you want, at least, you know — ”

“Yeah, fine,” Bucky sighed. “I don’t know, dragging you two goyim around with me, G-d better send me patience for the pair of you…”

actualmenacebuckybarnes:

biochip:

#possibly the worst photoset in existence 

man, all you gotta do is to imagine steve doing all of these post-cap2:

1. pressed shoulder to shoulder with bucky on the couch, watching their old war tapes, ha you looked like such a weiner with your hair like that

2. getting calls from natasha!! all hours of the night and day. steve’ll be jogging or something and his cell will buzz and it’ll be from an unlisted number, hey what is your opinion on [deep philosophical/moral/political issue] and also rhodey wants your rsvp for the batchelor party, he knows you’ve been avoiding him and wants you to know that despite what tony says there’s NOT going to be strippers.

she also gives him rides to and from visiting peggy. on the drives back she plays harry james and lets steve be silent and nostalgic, looking out the window

3. sam loves open-air cafes, loves any excuse to eat outside. every sunday, he and steve will pick a new one to brunch in, obstinately to round out steve’s 21st century culinary education, but mostly so that sam can update his not-so-secret foodie blog. as they sip their coffee after the meal, steve brings out a small sketchpad and draws buildings, people, and a lot of sam’s face as he hunches over his laptop, muttering about the consistency of chocolate mousse.

4. bucky’s crammed into that seat by the window, leaning into steve’s space as he hotly debates the artistic merits of inception versus early hitchcock films with natasha, who’s sitting in the perpendicular seat. it’s dissolved into russian and steve’s worried that they’re either conspiring to kill someone or go halfsies on a wedding present for tony & pepper without cutting steve in like they promised. sam’s hanging onto the rail by steve’s shoulder, scrolling through imgur on this phone. occasionally he’ll shove it in steve’s face and 9/10 times it’ll be a picture of some kid dressed up like captain america. or falcon. steve can’t help but smile, soft and ridiculous, every single time.

(they’re going out drinking, they’re going home to crash, they’re going to kill a man. doesn’t matter. they’re young-ish adults in the city that never sleeps. they’ll figure it out.)

dammit-mcu:

When we’re discussing villains, anti-heroes, and/or a complicated character who has done bad things, but has an in-universe reason for doing them, you cannot take race out of it, okay? You cannot pretend that the fact that this character is being played by a conventionally attractive white man has no bearing whatsoever on how the story is shaped or how you react to him.

Your media does not exist in a vacuum, it exists in a continuous timeline of marginalized people being used as fodder for straight white men and their pain, their motivations, and their humanity. Characters of color are never as humanized as white characters are, and don’t get to play as many complex characters as white actors do; and even when they do, they get erased, vilified, and devalued by the fandom because they don’t fit the stereotype we’ve come to expect. Look at Nick Fury. Look at James Rhodes. Look at all the recent bullshit with Sam Wilson and Antoine Triplett. That’s what happens when you get complex, interesting, well-rounded black male characters: fandom tries to argue that they could be villains in disguise and/or write them out to focus more on their white male characters.

Even with villains, only white men get to play the kind of complicated, intelligent, sympathetic villains we all love, like Loki. Imagine if Loki were played by Michael K. Williams. Do you think fandom would’ve embraced him with open arms if he were played by a black man? Do you think Michael K. Williams would be at Tom Hiddleston levels of adoration by fandom? Would people be writing tons of meta trying to excuse Loki’s actions if he were black? Do you think Loki would’ve been in three major movies, one as an outright villain, if he were played by a black man, especially a black man who is as an amazing actor and Shakespearean thespian as Tom Hiddleston, maybe even more?

If you said yes, you weren’t paying attention when the internet screamed the walls down for Branagh casting Idris Elba as Heimdall. Or Fantastic Four casting Michael B. Jordan as Johnny Storm. Or Quvenzhané Wallis being cast as Annie. And I’m sure it’ll happen again because people get astonishingly angry when people of color, especially black people, get to play characters who are heroic in any fashion.

Meanwhile, black and brown men are cast as thugs or drug dealers or terrorists, with no backstory to explain their motivations and no moments to humanize them to elicit empathy or sympathy. When there is an intelligent, sympathetic villain in a big box office movie that could have a person of color in it, sometimes specifically because the character is chromatic, it’s given to a white man because no one would believe that there is a chromatic actor out there who could play a cunning, ruthless yet sympathetic character better than a white man. 

So yeah, love your villains, support your anti-heroes, and argue for their humanity if it’s needed, but please don’t act like the fact that they’re usually played by good-looking, able-bodied, cis white men does not play a big role in how much you empathize with them, and how much that is a specific calculation by a media industry that does not give enough of a fuck about marginalized people to represent them accurately, or at all. 

Characters of color do not get the same treatment and opportunities as white characters, and it matters, especially to those of us who had to grow up never seeing any kind of positive representation of ourselves, and had to fight to get what little we’ve gotten.

It matters that we get two Chinese-American female characters, like Skye and Melinda May, who aren’t stereotypes and are allowed to express emotions without the narrative punishing them for it; it matters that we have a character like Rhodey who is heroic yet down-to-earth and someone that Tony can trust, no matter what; it matters that we have a heroic black man like Antoine Triplett, who is a legacy, and another heroic black man like Sam Wilson, who is a genuinely good man that is trusted by Captain America; it matters that we have a complicated, morally ambiguous black man like Nick Fury who can be fearless and vulnerable and a father figure to Natasha Romanoff; it matters that we get a mixed-race character like Raina who has her own motivations and complex morality; it matters that we have someone like Mike Peterson, who has been kidnapped by Hydra and forced to do evil with threats to his life and his son’s life, but he clearly doesn’t want to, and it eats away at him every time he has to do it.

You cannot take race out of it, especially when the default hero is a straight white man, and you have been trained your whole life to automatically be sympathetic and understanding of white male characters. You cannot pretend that a character being white and male does not have a significant impact on the way you relate to him, and the way you relate to the rest of the cast.

It has a significant impact or people still wouldn’t be arguing that Sam and Trip could be Hydra, despite all evidence to the contrary.

mishasteaparty:

“Attention all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. This is Steve Rogers. You’ve heard a lot about me in the past few days. Some of you were even ordered to hunt me down. But I think it’s time you know the truth. S.H.I.E.L.D. is not what we though it was. It’s been taken over by Hydra. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The strike and insight crew work for Hydra as well. I don’t know how many more but I know they are in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want. Absolute control. They shot Nick Fury and it won’t end there. If you launch those helicarriers today Hydra will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way unless we stop them. I know I am asking a lot but the price of freedom is high… it always has been, and it’s a price I am willing to pay. And if I am the only one, so be it. But I am willing to be that I am not.”