Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy.
slow clap this out.
pierce’s death was too good for him.
How hard he hits him though. He nearly knocks him off the chair he hits him so hard and Bucky’s head bounces on rebound. And Bucky isn’t even being defiant here, just stuck. He’s caught in his own thinking and isn’t really resisting, just not reacting. He’s still Winter Soldier here, but Winter Soldier trying to figure out what just happened with his day and we know he could stop Pierce mid swing if he really wanted. But he doesn’t, just sort of pulls himself back upright still clinging to the fact that SOMEHOW the Soldier knew him and can’t figure out why. The little bit of Bucky that’s left frantically trying to organize fragments of memory.
Pierce died too quick.
Here’s where it gets worse, though: a brief couple minutes later, Pierce tries to give him a speech. It’s a speech full of praise and glory.
And why would you bother? Because it works better, if all your violence comes with another option. It works better, conditioning, if you have a carrot and a stick. It works better if you are the font of all things good and make the frame so that the recipient thinks they deserve all things bad.
Now given where they’re keeping him, and everything else, let’s adjust this in perspective: “good” becomes not actually good. It becomes an absence of pain, of punishment. It becomes a positive word. It becomes the presence of another human being in a life of constant isolation and imprisonment.
And then if you really want to get upset, you can think about what Pierce would have looked like mid-century, when he was younger, and when the Winter Soldier starts making his mark.
You’ve heard this story before: He’s imprisoned and tortured and experimented on, until he hardly remembers his own name. And in the depths of his despair this blond man comes to him like an angel, like a halo, and says: Come with me. Come follow me. Come fight with me.
But this isn’t his true angel, because this time disobedience comes with fire and pain and freezing cold; and he never looks like the man the Winter Soldier keeps expecting to see. But Alexander Pierce is the closest thing that he remembers, so he’s the one the soldier obeys.
psych challenge: [1/5] characters - shawn spencer
"ladies and gentlemen, i will be your narrator. my name is aurora borealis! there are over four hundred stars in our galaxy, maybe more. no one knows for sure. many have said the universe is even larger than the indian ocean. that is why it is called infinitum staroctopusium. ah yes, our glorious constellations, take a look. over here we have one with a guy holding some sort of thing. over here, our beloved olympic rings, all seven of them. and here’s one with a fish."
No, Harry!" Hermione gasped in a petrified whisper; Ron, however, spoke to Black.
”If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.
Something flickered in Black’s shadowed eyes.
”Lie down,” he said quietly to Ron. “You will damage that leg even more.”
”Did you hear me?” Ron said weakly, though he was clinging painfully to Harry to stay upright. “You’ll have to kill all three of us!
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, or That One Time Fourteen Year Old Ron Weasley Stood On His Broken Leg To Tell A Convicted Murderer He Would Go Down Fighting For His Best Friend’s Life. (via ronweasley)
#SOMETHING FLICKERED IN BLACK’S SHADOWED EYES #YOU KNOW WHAT THAT WAS?#THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SIRIUS WOULD HAVE SAID THE SAME FOR JAMES AND VICE VERSA #AND THAT HARRY HAD FOUND EQUALLY LOYAL FRIENDS AS HE HAD IN JAMES AND REMUS #I will fling myself from a cliff (via dearprongs)
…there’s more stuff you can do in Skyhold than on Commander Shepard’s ship. … part of playing Inquisitor means decorating Skyhold manually: everything from the windows, throne, banner, and heraldry to the drapes can be swapped in a menu.
Indigenous & Torres Strait Islanders are sadly largely treated like shit by other Aussies. New ad campaign is potent.