Why does Chris Evans always grab his left boob when he laughs?
Hello, anon, and thank you for the question.
This topic has been studied by by researchers for years. There are three prevailing theories that I will relay to you now.
1. It keeps him on the ground.
You may notice in the gif above that Chris’ leg starts to rise as he laughs, possibly a precursor to his entire body undergoing a sort of lift off due to his joy. Chris then employs his upper body strength to force himself to obey the laws of gravity.
2. To check on his physique.
As you may be aware, anon, it takes a lot of hard work to maintain a superhero body. Chris is concerned that in the time he has spent sitting down, sans working out or eating, he has lost muscle mass. Understandably, he feels the need to make sure that he is still a specimen.
3. Object permanence.
Object permanence is a term applied to the understanding that an object still exists even when you cannot see it. Chris closes his eyes when he laughs, making him unable to see that he has not disappeared. By grabbing his left boob, Chris knows that he has not somehow ceased to exist.
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I WANT LIKE FIFTEEN BILLION STORIES WHERE BUCKY HAS TO LEARN TO BE A HUMAN BEING AGAIN AND HE SUPER FUCKING HATES IT BUT ... STEVE.
walking. Apparently walking is a thing he has to learn how to do again.
"You walk like you’re trying to kill someone, Bucky," Steve says, in what Bucky knows sounds like a supportive tone to the idiots around them, but what is, in fact, Steve Rogers’ patented Why Are You Such A Moron voice.
"People don’t talk to me when I walk like this," Bucky points out.
"They also won’t give you coffee."
And well, fine.
bedtime. The sleeping thing is rough. He thinks it’s safe to blame that on—well, life in general. He’s been frozen on and off for years, and they never kept him awake long enough to need to sleep (he thinks it’s why—well, he thinks that the sleep deprivation contributed to his programming failing). Before that, it’s been the goddamn war, and you slept when you could, where you could. And before that, there’d been the odd jobs Bucky had always worked, anything for an extra penny.
Steve, who’s always slept like a goddamn princess, doesn’t want to hear it. He throws a futon mattress on the floor (Bucky doesn’t even know what a futon is) and pointedly goes to bed. Bucky lays there, and he can feel Steve looking at him.
"Just go to sleep," Bucky snaps, night after night after fucking night.
"You’re keeping me up," Steve replies.
They go to bed at 9:30 and wake up at 7:00, like they’re actually 95 and 96.
"I didn’t want to say anything," Steve says over waffles when Bucky points it out, "but you could really use the beauty sleep, Buck."
Bucky smacks him. “Punk.”
(He gets used to it—eventually. He just requires some physical exertion before he goes to bed, and if he enlists Steve in that—well. It’s for a good cause, and Steve’s always been a sucker for those.)
eating. Steve Rogers can’t cook. Bucky doesn’t know who thought Steve could cook, but he can’t. Sarah Rogers taught Bucky all the family recipes because Steve was never going to carry on the family traditions, only shame.
The Winter Soldier didn’t eat for taste, he ate for sustenance. And it’s a weird thing, retraining himself from that. To eat and enjoy it, to consider a meal, to sit down and consume.
But there’s more available now than boiled dinners and potatoes and whatever things you could get cheap.
"Everyone eats well now," Steve says one night over Indian food. "It’s not seasonal, and you don’t have to make a bone last for a whole winter."
That’d been a bad winter—Steve’d been sick a lot, Bucky’d been working to help support both their families, and Sarah’d just started getting sick. There’d been one bone and by the time they threw it out, they’d gotten months’-worth of broth from it.
They get a lot of take out, places they have to look up, because Bucky thinks he’s been to at least some of them, but can’t remember. It’s easier, somehow, to eat it when it’s an adventure, a fixed point of shared experience instead of—well. This is good.
dating. “You clean up nice, I don’t get why you think she wouldn’t,” Steve says, rifling through his mail. The girl in 9H just flirted with Bucky, and Steve is offended on her behalf that Bucky wasn’t fumbling all over himself to get her number.
"I got a mirror," Bucky points out, because he knows he cleans up nice. He knows, even with the metal arm, he’s got enough going on that a girl will forgive that. Knows he can spin it into a sob story—hell, could just say wounded in combat, which is true. Doesn’t even need a cover—
But that’s the problem. He thinks about it all as covers, lies, how to seduce, edit his own history, get what he wants and then go. And maybe that was how it was, before the war. Maybe that’s how they’d been, but he can’t remember. And even if it was, it was a game, simple and light-hearted and nothing like being whored out for a cause.
"So?" Steve prompts, and Bucky longs for the days when he was goading Steve into dates, not the other way around.
Steve sighs, and picks up a take-out menu as Bucky locks the door of the apartment. He’s seen—they’ve come a long way. Guys who date other guys don’t have it as bad—can even marry, in New York. They even got a word for people who like both, but—thing is. There are other things Bucky’s got to get right. Like going into crowds, feeling threatened, walking like a human, having a social interaction, eating three meals a day and sleeping at night.
The whole dating thing—
"Sudanese?" Steve asks.
"Yeah," Bucky says, and then sighs when Steve hands him the phone to order, because Steve hates ordering food.
gyzym: you know what i keep thinking about, is a fic where bucky was like, fucking somebody else in the 107th, before they got captured, before he knew steve was coming over, because he was lonely and horny and pretty sure he was going to die, and whatever, just, whatever
and that guy died, maybe, or wasn’t in the HC, or just sort of…. vanished, after steve showed up, like everyone more or less did, for bucky
gyzym: but in the ensuing years either he remained alive, and told people about it, or his journal survived somehow
and so bucky barnes became… kind of an icon, for the queer community? this famous war hero, captain america’s right hand, confirmed as having fucked other men by at least one primary source
and so when bucky is relearning himself, based on like, SHIT OTHER PEOPLE SAY OR HAVE SAID, he has to discover his own sexuality through the lens of having been analyzed as part of queer theory and history classes?
One thing I haven’t really seen discussed much yet about CATWS is the role of the Smithsonian exhibit and how it informs the theme of identity in the movie. As lots of you probably know by now, I find the presence of history (as a discipline) really cool when it appears in pop culture, so I kinda want to talk about what putting this exhibit in the movie does on a narrative level. Because museums tell stories through cultural artifacts, right? Only, cultural artifacts don’t always tell the whole story, or at least don’t tell a single story. The story they tell very much depends on how they’re curated: how they’re displayed, what they’re displayed with, how they are contextualized and commented on by the curator(s).
So while the exhibit is about Captain America, at least one of the stories that it’s telling is actually about Bucky.
“I think that may have been my little nod to Mr. Jeremy Renner’s Hawkeye. I guess you could interpret it in different ways but we thought it would be nice to have something that was a little bit personal for the Widow. You kind of forget, because she’s such a badass, you kind of forget that she’s still a woman and that she has her interpersonal relationships in life outside of work.”—
It’s definitely not April 3 anymore, but I had the longest day ever and then I went to see Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and I’m still awake, so here is a poem for April 3. (I have a lot of feelings about Winter Soldier. I was fairly emotionally shattered before I went to see the movie, and now I am basically a pile of smoldering emotional wreckage. Like, in a good way? But yeah.)
Burn all your bridges just so that you can build them again with thicker ropes.
Hurt all the people you love and then commit every felony to win them back.
Drown yourself in bleach until not even Heaven’s light can compare to how bright you can burn.
Turn yourself inside out and paint your organs the color of what you see in your dreams.
This is the art of living with a ticking heart, a grenade you throw through windows to make a point that language has no room for.
This is how I destroyed you.
And this, is how I kept you alive.
Dig yourself a ditch, six feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever said, everything that you’ve never meant, and everything that has burned you and left you with nothing but ash.
—Shinji Moon, “Advice From Dionysus,” 2013. As I learned when I went to look for a citation for this poem, it can be sourced to the poet’s tumblr! I should probably buy her book.
When it comes to “domestic violence,” even pushing or grabbing can be sufficient to bar gun possession, the U.S. Supreme Court concluded.
They did something right
OH My GOD!! I thought there was no way for this to be real. This is so wonderful!!!!!!!!
It’s about time that the SCOTUS got something right!
I don’t think people understand what a HUGE step forward this is.
Guns increase the probability of death in incidents of domestic violence.1
Firearms were used to kill more than two-thirds of spouse and ex-spouse homicide victims between 1990 and 2005.2
Domestic violence assaults involving a firearm are 12 times more likely to result in death than those involving other weapons or bodily force.3
Abused women are five times more likely to be killed by their abuser if the abuser owns a firearm.4
A recent survey of female domestic violence shelter residents in California found that more than one third (36.7%) reported having been threatened or harmed with a firearm.5 In nearly two thirds (64.5%) of the households that contained a firearm, the intimate partner had used the firearm against the victim, usually threatening to shoot or kill the victim.6
Laws that prohibit the purchase of a firearm by a person subject to a domestic violence restraining order are associated with a reduction in the number of intimate partner homicides.7
This is awesome. My grandmother was married to a police officer in the late 1960s before it was required to have at least one other officer present at a domestic dispute. Unbeknownst to him the husband had a gun ready as he entered the house. While attending the wife the husband shot him in the back of his head. She became a window with four children. This not only aids in protecting woman but first responders, neighbors, family, good Samaritans, and those in law enforcement.
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I am the grandmother of a 7 year old child named Jake. The reason I am contacting you today is because I need help. My daughter (Jake’s mom) is currently in a custody battle. Jake’s father has sued to take away her parenting rights because my daughter supports her child. My grandson is transgender—he was assigned female at birth but identifies as a boy. His father is unsupportive of his gender identity and has attacked the one person in his life he needs the most, his mom.
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