america's way of thinking

Where Did Bucky Get His Civilian Clothes?

So obviously the clothes Bucky’s wearing in Civil War definitely aren’t his Winter Soldier “uniform” and I doubt he waited till he got to Romania to buy those, which means that shortly after the end of Winter Soldier, unless HYDRA somehow kept civilian clothes in his size on hand and he knew where they were (ya know, the boring option), either:

1) some poor body builder got mugged in an alley by the actual Winter Soldier

or

2) the world’s most wanted assassin walked into a clothing store in his full leather getup, a wad of “stolen” HYDRA cash clutched in his metal hand, and bought himself a pair of jeans and a couple of t-shirts  

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i wonder if they’re just happy he’s not naked for once…🙊

But historically accurate Hetalia looks like…

I can almost guarantee that the nations change appearance all the time. Like, America probably changed with every decade. Can you imagine him in the 60s and 80s? And same with the much older nations. Germany and France have probably changed a lot over time as they went through wars and peace looking like soldiers than civilians. I’m sure England’s had all the colours of the rainbow for hair colors and that Canada might get an undercut or shave half his head. Every single decade has probably overturned an entire wardrobe. Haircuts and piercings and then a whole new look 20 years later. Those would be fun albums.  

anonymous asked:

a thing about race in America, it literally makes no fucking sense why people are grouped this way, especially if you look at the history of who could and could not legally be considered white in this country, it's so weird lol. but at the same time race plays a huge part in American culture, particularly in regards toward racial injustice, so it's kinda a big deal because it impacts people's lives in many ways, but at the same time it doesn't make sense

It’s just wild, like you literally do not see it happen anywhere else on earth. Like okay, when we do a census we have to say if we’re British Irish/Caribbean/Chinese/Japanese/Black British etc etc, but in the day to day, we don’t say “I’m African British” or “I’m Asian British” - we’re just British. We still embrace our heritages and whatever culture comes with that, be it Indian, Chinese, Japanese, whatever part of Africa you may have links to, its embraced but people don’t refer to themselves the way you guys say “African American” or “Asian American” etc.

And from what I know of the rest of Europe and places like Australia and New Zealand, it’s not really a thing there either. I don’t know about Canada but I don’t think it’s a big thing there either. It’s a very American thing to do, and it feels like a really bizarre thing to do when you think about it. It makes the population feel divided even when you talk about it. Like white people just get to be American, but you gotta specify that black people are African American etc?

idk, I guess it’s just a difference between America and the rest of the world, I personally would feel like i was being almost symbolically segregated from others if it became the norm to refer to white people as British, and all other ethnicities got put under the umbrella of “British African” or “British Asian”. Especially because my background is Irish, Caribbean and Indian like,,,,where the fuck am i supposed to go under ur weird umbrella terms.

this is officially the second time in several months that a man has casually told that i’d make an excellent wife

and man was this time a doozy

This is in no way consistent with a society that values liberty.

It’s in no way consistent with a political party that claims to value limited government.

This may not be at the level of North Korea police state, but you’re ignoring reality if you still think America isn’t in many ways a police state, where the police exist to enforce political edicts under the cover of serving the community.

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A human AU where Alfred decides to take up ballet, which he had taken as an extra class in high school, when Francis is getting a bad rep for being gay at their university. Francis teaches Alfred more than the basics and they go to competitions together in both singles and pair dancing. (and of course they eventually do begin to date, which has,,,, bad consequences,,,,) 

[[You can read the fic here!!]]

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Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) (107,076 words) by spitandvinegar [AO3]

Chapters: 10/10
Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Original Characters, Pepper Potts, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Claire Temple
Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Drug Abuse, Homelessness, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Catholic Steve Rogers, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Artist Steve Rogers, Identity Issues, POV Alternating, Not Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant, because I am a desert pony that runs as wild and free as the wind, Period Typical Attitudes, Masturbation, Past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, original kid characters, a coupla goddamn kids, Pinkberry, Past Rape/Non-con
Series: Part 2 of Ain’t No Grave
Summary: It’s six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.

For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don’t. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It’s very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.

I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.

Steve sits down hard on the steps.

it’s been a while since i’ve done a new redbubble shirt design, and quite a few people have been suggesting this one!


[available here as t-shirts, stickers, mugs, pillows, etc.]

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inspired by this video !! :] 

 bonus : completely oblivious John Laurens 

anonymous asked:

Hi, Brianna! Love your blog and you seem to be a really interesting person! So, I wanna know your idea about one thing - do you think that reverse racism is real?

Hey hey! Oh thank you, that’s kind of you to say 💖

No, it’s not. Reverse racism doesn’t exist.

Racism only exists because of the systematic oppression of people based on their skin colour. White people have never been oppressed because of their skin colour, they haven’t ever applied for a job and had their application thrown away bc their name sounds “too black”, they haven’t ever had to fear for their lives when walking down the street because they know that the colour of their skin puts them at risk, they haven’t ever had to fight for their basic human rights that weren’t afforded to them bc the colour of their skin had them viewed as less than human in the eyes of the law. Reverse racism doesn’t exist. Racism is systematic oppression.

And of course, PoC may have a distrust or dislike of white people, but that’s not reverse racism. That’s a direct result of actual racism - White People have treated PoC badly en masse for hundreds of years, and it’s something that is ongoing today. You may not all be racist, of course you’re not, but it’s enough of a problem that sometimes PoC worry that you might be, and put a guard up in order to protect themselves. This isn’t racism - you are not being oppressed here in this scenario, it’s prejudicial yes, but racism requires oppression.

I think a lot of the time on here, what people refer to as reverse racism, is actually xenophobia. Which is something entirely separate from race, it’s not to do with the colour of your skin, it’s to do with where you’re from. And living in Europe, xenophobia is almost a bigger issue than racism. Or at least it was until the crisis in the Middle East reached boiling point and so now apparently every brown person is a terrorist.

Anyway, Xenophobia. In Europe, you can be white and have your job application thrown away because of the way your name sounds. It’s not because your name “sounds white” though - it’s because your name sounds Eastern European. Polish, Romanian, Ukrainian and Czech nationals have an especially rough time of it in Europe, and they’re mostly white. They have their property destroyed, they have their homes and businesses broken into or vandalised or robbed. They get attacked, beaten up, killed. Since the Brexit vote, xenophobic hate crime in the U.K. has increased by 100% in some locations. I’ve witnessed first hand the abuse that people from that part of the world get in this country. They are stereotyped by police forces across the west of the continent, in the U.K. there’s a real attitude that they bring trouble and drugs into the country. And it’s absolutely nothing to do with their race, but the way in which they are viewed and treated, shares a lot of similarities with the way racism displays itself in America.

And I think that’s where the idea of “Reverse Racism” comes from. People don’t talk enough about Xenophobia, or maybe they don’t know enough about it, and it’s quicker to just call it racism because it so closely mirrors it. But they’re different forms of oppression that stem from different things, and they’re both awful, and they both really shouldn’t be happening in 2017. But they’re different and should be treated as such.

Thank you so much Obama. You are greatly appreciated and I am forever grateful that you were the first president I have ever truly known.

I was 8 years old when you were elected and now I’m 17. And it has meant so much to me that you were the first president that I ever grew up with.


I witnessed mf history when I was only 8 years old when America elected a beautiful black man as the president and his gorgeous wife and daughters as his support system. You all were family to me and to everyone else in the U.S.


You have set the path for other black folks that want to excel in life. You graced America with your intelligence, your humor, and your way of thinking about things no others have thought about.


You stepped into a mess and cleaned it up. A mess that a president before you made and you got done what had to be done. Justice for all in 9/11.


You and your family are everything everyone aspires to be.


We will all miss you and I wish nothing but the best for you and your family.


We Love You Mr Former President, Barack Obama ❤️

Happy Girl, Sad Soul (Bucky x Reader) Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 

Words: 2,075

Warnings: Not really

After the long wait, it’s finally here! This is the final part of the Happy Girl, Sad Soul series, so please enjoy! Let me know what you think! 


It’s been a year. 

A year since Steve sent you off to Tony’s, a year since that incident on the bridge, a year since you’ve come home. 

When Steve sent you away, you thought it would only be for a few months but it ended up being much longer. Steve asked Tony to make sure you stayed in New York until he found Bucky, he was afraid that something bad could still happen to you and even after he found Bucky, he wanted you to stay in New York a little while longer just to be sure. 

You could have jumped on a plane the moment the drama ended and been home a whole lot sooner but you knew Steve was just worried for you and was looking out for your best interests. Besides, New York wasn’t all that bad. Tony tried to spoil you and sometimes there was nothing you could do about it, you knew he just wanted you to be happy in times of trouble. The only way he could think to make a twenty three year old happy was with clothes, makeup, movies, trips and of course food. It was a sweet thought and that’s all that mattered to you.

You loved the time you spent with Tony and Pepper, but you were glad to be home. Tony made sure a car picked you up from the airport in DC just like one had taken you to the airport a year ago today. It was weird looking out the window of the far too nice car and seeing sights that you haven’t seen in awhile. Nothing had changed but at the same time it felt different. 

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