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I am the Winter Soldier.
That is what I am.

I am also Sergeant Bucky Barnes, newly reunited with my former consciousness and struggling with my own blackened past. My mission to kill the Black Widow blown due to...unforeseen circumstances, I now reside as my own person, caught at the crossroads between great 'good' and great 'evil'.
I am not an Avenger. I am not an agent of SHIELD. I am not an 'x-man'. I am my own man. A ghost. Dead according to my superiors in Russia and dead to the world but for a select few.
I will build my own life out of these ashes using the tools that I have been given and the allies that I have.

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iwantcupcakes:

Vulture tells Mark Ruffalo about Science Bros.  Mark loves it, plans to call RDJ about it.

From Vulture:

Does that mean he’s never heard of “Science Bros,” an Internet subculture celebrating the friendship of Bruce Banner and Tony Stark, the characters Ruffalo and Robert Downey Jr. played in The Avengers?

“No, what is that?” he asked.

And then the giggles began.

  • “Yes! It’s me and Robert! Look at this! There’s thousands of them!” Ruffalo tried to contain himself. “It’s called the Science Bros. This is awesome. I’ve never heard of it. Why hasn’t anyone told me about that?”
  • “So, are they all quasi-homoerotic?” he asked. “Like tinged with … ” Yup. “That’s cute!” 
  • Is he now a Science Bros shipper, then? “Yeah! I love it; it’s awesome,” Ruffalo enthused. “I endorse it 100 percent. You know what it is? It’s open-source creativity.”
  • Ruffalo couldn’t wait to drop his newfound knowledge bomb on Downey Jr. “I’m going to call him and tell him, and he’s going to laugh his ass off,” Ruffalo said. “He’ll love that.”
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hobbitdragon:

theblacklacedandy:

cosgeek:

“The Falconer” (from The Lies of Locke Lamora)

Costumes Designs by Kathryn Sutcliffe

Photographed by James McMillen and John Danesh

Click here to see a video of the costumes.

I- I need this

jfalksjflakjsfa more of this outfit

Oh gosh the back view /fans self


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#things that mun likes #costuming #beautiful #OMG
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moonlitlesbianwitch:

Frigg, or Frigga, the Norse All-Mother, wife of Odin, and the queen of Asgard.

Her name means ‘love’ or ‘beloved one.’

She holds the power of prophecy, yet She does not reveal what She knows. 

The word ‘Friday’ is said to come about because of her name (Frigga’s Day). People also say Friday was named after Freyja, so whatever you want to believe is good :)

The Norse name for the planet Venus was Friggjarstjarna (Frigg’s star).

Her hall in Asgard is Fensalir (Marsh Halls).

She is associated with married women and was called by women to helping giving birth to children.

The Norsemen (and Norsewomen) used the plant Lady’s Bedstraw as a sedative and named it ‘Frigg’s grass.’(I’m assuming the sedative is for childbirth?)


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#frigga #myth #art #Fanart
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the-absolute-best-gifs:

porque-porque

Pokemon Meets Super Heroes!

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.


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#pokemon #marvel #CrossOver #Yes #things that mun likes
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xhikaruchanx:

Frigga’s Mothers day by zehkiwi

WAHHHHH!!! this made me cry


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icelyqueen:

Aww my favorite disney vs my favorite marvel


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* Mother’s Day Drabble

Not many people he knew were going to have a great day. Tragic parental deaths kind of goes hand in hand with the circles he runs in. Bucky Barnes’ mother didn’t die in a horrible, nonsensical accident. Nobody gunned Winifred Barnes down. Nobody killed her in a mugging gone wrong. Nobody had to deliver her a flag with their condolences and the news that her son was killed in the line of duty. She never had to visit James’ empty grave or lay on her death bed, never knowing that her son was in the Ukraine or Japan or Siberia, killing people for the Russians under a new, assigned name.

No. Winifred Barnes died when Bucky was 11. He remembers the funeral pretty well all things considered. The details are hazy. He doesn’t remember what the Priest said at the funeral, or what the military chaplain told his father, or most of the people who shook his hand. He remembers how tight his shoes felt and that his father had picked out his mother’s favorite Sunday dress for her—it was a pale sky blue with small white flowers on it. He used to try to count them all during mass instead of paying attention. There were 72 tiny blossoms on her right sleeve.

The flower shop was pretty picked over, most of the larger bouquets picked out for later deliveries in the day, but he’d manage to score a bunch of daisies wrapped in baby’s breath.  The little white flowers reminded him of her dress.  The markers were modest. Headstones decayed by the years, grayed rather than the soft white he remembered them to be. 

            †
George M. Barnes
  CPL U.S. Army
    World War I
    1899-1933

             †
Winifred C. Barnes
  Beloved Mother
   Faithful Wife
    1900-1929


Resolute, the tightness in his stomach didn’t abate when he stared down at the markers and the discomfort didn’t have anything to do with his still healing ribs. What did people do at these things? What did he used to do whenever they came down here to wish Ma a happy holiday? “Mom. Dad.” A salute tipped off at his old man’s marker, James steps to the side and set the flowers down in front of his mother’s. “Hey, Ma. Sorry I haven’t been by. Been out of town…”




Somewhere across town a flower delivery man hands a bunch of tulips to Mr. James Proctor, for his mother, who he’s helping take care of between his sister, and their children. The card is a generic affair, handwritten. “Happy Mother’s Day.” Unsigned and billed to a Mr. Darius Jones.


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fuckyeahbuckynatasha:

Part 1 of 2: The late 1950s

Several years after undergoing mental reprogramming and implantation, Bucky Barnes, now only known to himself as the operative Winter Soldier, was brought in to assist in the training of one of the Red Room’s Black Widows – Natalia Romanova. The assignment consisted of hand-to-hand combat training, English language instruction, and most likely lessons in American mannerisms. All in all, routine training that Department X had conducted numerous times.

Only this time, it was anything but routine:

At some point, the Winter Soldier and the Black Widow began a secret love affair. It was kept secret due to the fact that Natalia had been assigned by the KBG to marry the famous Soviet test pilot Alexei Shostakov. They knew that if their relationship was discovered, they’d both be punished:

But after a disastrous mission- which was only saved by the Black Widow’s unauthorized intervention- the Winter Soldier is informed that their relationship had not gone unnoticed:

However, any worries about the potential effect this could have on Natalia’s future assignment took an instant backseat because it had triggered a more immediate concern for Department X:

The Winter Soldier’s relationship with the Black Widow had led to cracks developing in the mental programming he had gone through. If left alone, there was the potential that the Winter Soldier’s memories could return and Department X would lose their most valuable asset. So their relationship was forcibly ended:

It was determined that the best course of action would be for the Winter Soldier to be kept in stasis in-between missions - to prevent any further deterioration in his programming. After their separation, Natalia successfully tracked down the Winter Soldier - only to discover what Department X had done to him:

That would be the last time Natalia saw the Winter Soldier for close to 50 years.


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Captain America: The Winter Soldier
“Who the hell is Bucky?”


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snarkykicks:

“The Phoenix” by Fall Out Boy

Hey, young blood,

Doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?

I’m gonna change you like a remix,

Then I’ll raise you like a phoenix.

Wearing our vintage misery—

No, I think it looked a little better on me.

I’m gonna change you like a remix,

Then I’ll raise you like a phoenix.


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