ok so we all know sebastian has pretty great legs right i mean look at em
but can we please take a moment and just appreciate
his thighs are in tHE WINTER SOLDIER
SOMEONE CALL LIFE ALERT
my roommates didn’t believe me that people were making post’s about bucky’s thighs but, woop there it is
I used to think about James and Lily going absolutely mad shut up in Godric’s Hollow, but as I’m writing this long fic, it’s occurred to me that these two would never sit idly and let themselves rot for two years.
They kept busy.
After the shock of being pregnant and of their lives as they know it being turned upside down wore off, they sit down and brainstorm ways they can still help the Order. They invite Dumbledore over for tea and they more or less ambush him, insisting that though they can’t use their wands in battle they can still be of use to the Order, presenting their list of possibilities.
Lily becomes the Order’s potion mistress: their kitchen becomes hijacked with potions supplies, four or five cauldrons simmering at any given time, people stopping by to pick up and drop off various orders, a long ledger of supplies spell-o-taped to the wall, figuring out the Order’s long and short term needs based on various missions, working very closely with their resident healer-the one who will deliver Harry, actually, because they can’t go to Mungo’s for half their injuries-and deciding what’s available and what their healing needs are, Dumbledore asking Lily if she could invent this or that potion, Lily rifling through her old potions books and asking Dumbledore to find this specific books, Lily going out under the cloak to track down a specific type of weed that only grows in one place. James cringing because there are animal parts in the ice box, again, but he shoves them aside and grabs another butterbeer. Lily gagging at smells that never bothered her before; plodding on anyway because at least she’s doing something.
James becoming the logistics manager/strategic manager for missions: their kitchen table barely visible under layers of maps, keeping mental track of where all the Order members are at any given time, working out patrol and surveillance schedules for various members, knowing what everyone’s code words are for their various missions, listing out parchment’s with everyone’s strengths and weaknesses and figuring how best to utilize those strengths. Vanishing ring after ring of coffee stain mugs on them because he spends all-night planning sessions with Moody and Dumbledore.
Opening their home, even in hiding, to the Order’s needs. Offering their spare room, at least until Harry comes, and their couch after he’s born, as a safe haven for people to rest in between missions, always having a casserole in the fridge for someone who may stop by for a quick meal in between missions, serving as a safe place for injured members to recuperate.
So I really enjoyed the Disney movie, don’t get me wrong. I loved the songs and how bizarrely sexy Chang’s pixels were, and everything. But I hate what it did to the story of Mulan and how it is now viewed in the Western imagination (triggered by seeing a tumblr photo showing that Mulan was included in OUAT).
Mulan is not a fairy tale.
The story of Hua Mulan, a female war-hero, is NOT a fairy tale.
Unlike Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty and Belle, Mulan is a woman who actually existed and lived her story (not the Disney version). Hua Mulan is a young woman who lived in China during the Wei dynasty. This was a period of relative unrest and the bordering tribes of Loulan were again raiding the borders of China and massing for an invasion. In response, the emperor issued a draft, requiring one male from each family to report for military service. Unlike the popular Western characterization, Mulan was not a tomboy, but an extremely filial daughter. In fact, the traditional Chinese depiction of her (out of armor) is one of a young woman weaving before a window and sighing out of worry for her father. Because Mulan’s father was advanced in years and her brother was still a child, Mulan decides to take her father’s place in the draft.
Mulan spends over a decade fighting to protect her country along the borders of China. When she returns as a victorious soldier, the emperor is so moved by her filial piety and her patriotism that he pardons her crime of “deceiving the emperor” (the most severe crime possible in ancient China - since the emperor asked for men to serve in the army and Mulan pretends to be a man, she is guilty of this crime, which is punishable by the execution of nine generations). Mulan refuses the emperor’s offer of a position as a court official (women serving as court officials was not completely unheard of in ancient China, contrary to popular belief), and instead asks that the emperor provide her with a strong horse to bring her home, so she can care for her aging parents.
The story of Mulan is so enduring and beloved in Chinese culture because it is a story of the two most important values in Chinese culture: “忠”/”patriotic loyalty” and “孝”/”filial piety” (I could ramble on about the significance of how these two kanji are constructed, but I won’t~) There is, in fact, no “I” or “me” or “want” in the story of Mulan - “Reflections,” a beautiful song, is a gross misinterpretation of what the story is about - it is a story about “family” and “duty” and “must.” The traditional story of Mulan tells us that soldiers do notwant to go to war, but that, when the country has need, they must go to war. Mulan, like every other soldier she fights alongside, goes to war to serve her nation and protect her family - not because she was “nonconformist” or looking for an opportunity for self-discovery/adventure.
So my issue with Mulan being relegated to a Disney “princess” in Western media is two-fold: Mulan is a very real, historical heroine unlike the other “princesses” (except Pocahontas) and Mulan’s story is not a story about a woman (like Snow White or Cinderella), but the story of a nation and the soldiers who give up everything to serve it. When we write or think about Mulan, we should be writing and thinking about her in the context of George Washington or Lafayette, historical symbols of patriotism, rather than in the context of Cinderella or Rapunzel or “Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away …”
(Aside: Mulan’s also hardly the only woman to be celebrated for taking up arms to defend her nation. There is the equally celebrated story of the Yang family’s wives who were martially trained continued to fight to repel the invasion even after all of their husbands had fallen in battle. Princess Pingyang who not only led an army to her husband’s defense, but also mustered the entire army she led. In fact, Mulan has so many historical compatriots in Chinese history that there is even a title for these women: 巾帼英雄)
Sebastian Stan for New York Moves Magazine (x)
d’you think the avengers ever play a game where they try to push steve’s buttons and get him all riled up and patriotic?
tony casually throws it into a conversation like “oh yeah I don’t vote” and steve trails off mid-sentence and gapes for a second before he starts in on the importance of the democratic process and how dangerous it can be if citizens give up their say in how the government is run and tony is trying so so hard to keep a straight face
meanwhile bruce is standing in the background timing the speech with his watch because whoever gets the longest rant wins a little trophy that tony made. the current holder of the trophy is clint who managed to convince steve that he doesn’t pay taxes
Natasha walks into Steve’s kitchen—through the window of course—and hears the tail end of a conversation about KFC.
"—I don’t think it had much to do with Kentucky," Steve was saying. "Though maybe it does? Maybe Kentucky means something different in the future?"
Bucky grunted in agreement.
"Steve, Steve, Steve," Natasha said, shaking her head. "If you need a tour of modern cuisine, all you had to do was ask. I could take you out."
"I don’t—Bucky asked—” Steve said.
“Both of you,” she clarified. “Come on, let’s see how the fast food industry holds out against supersoldier stomachs.”
She was thrilled later when between them they finished that particular KFC’s daily supply of chicken.
"Natasha took you to a KFC?" Sam asked, appalled. "Man, you haven’t even tried sushi yet. Don’t go straight to the lowest common denominator, you hear what I’m saying?"
"Actually, I noticed that the prices at the KFC made a pretty large meal affordable even for—" said Steve.
"Yes, man, believe me, I know,” said Sam. “But this is your introduction to the future. We can do better than K fucking FC.”
"Yeah?" asked Bucky, leaning back in his chair, all challenge. "Can you do better?"
"Can I do better, he says," scoffed Sam. "Can I do—get your super asses up, we’re going for sushi."
Later, Bucky opened Steve’s fridge and there was still nothing.
"Where do you think we can convince them to take us next?" he called over his shoulder. "I’m hungry again."
"Let’s tell them we don’t know what a cheeseburger is," suggested Steve.
The rythmic sounds of music are dancing on the airThe smell of fire has joined the dance in the air
The sounds of rain sweeping on the breeze
These are all things that put me at ease.
And then of course there is my Art History paper that I’m trying to write.
youre so hot i want to like tackle real life things with you and be really productive and work on handling my psychological issues so as to better our future