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To the ends of this lost world

@precise-desolation / precise-desolation.tumblr.com

I wasn't always a weapon. That's just what they made me into. I think I might even have been a good man once.
[Indie MCU-based post-TWS Bucky Barnes RP blog. Main blog for chaos-and-cunning. I track the tag precisedesolation.]
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Hiatus Notice

//Hello all.  So I’ve had no energy and no muse for a while.  I’m dealing with some health issues right now that are making things very difficult.  So I’m putting this blog on hiatus.  I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.  I expect probably until there’s some sort of resolution to what’s going on right now.  I may come back and clear out my drafts of everything that isn’t a meme.  I’d just be tagging and queueing things.  If I do that, I’ll make sure this message reposts every so often.  I’m hoping for a quick resolution to things, but given my insurance situation at the moment, the wait times for specialists around here, and my health at present, I may end up being gone a few months.  I do intend to come back, I’m just too tired to keep up with IRL things, let alone all my RP blogs and something had to give, at least temporarily.  I hope to be back with better news soon.

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Chance

Bucky tried to breathe.  Tried to calm himself down.  But it wasn’t an easy task.  Especially when Ben told him the people Klaus was talking to were Russian.  Under his breath, more to himself than Ben, he muttered, “Red Room.”
He did, however, sheathe the knives.  There was no need for them, he reminded himself.  It was still difficult.  Quietly, he told Ben, “I don’t know.  How many people I’ve killed.  They never told me and I’ve never counted.“
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                 Klaus, drenched in sweat, stared at the ghosts of angry Russian men, trembling from the exhaustion and withdrawals as he tried his hardest to understand what was happening. Honestly, he was overwhelmed by their shouting and the soft ramblings of a gentle woman to his left.  “M-Mister James PLEASE untie my wrists please let me out of this room-” He grimaced, tears streaming down his face as he tried to press his ears between his arms to dim the screaming. 

Ben crouched beside Bucky and frowned at him, reaching a hand out but not touching him. He wasn’t sure whether he was corporeal enough to touch anyway, but he also didn’t think that it would be a good idea. “It’s fine, I’m not judging. Anyone who gets my brother sober is good in my book.” 

Bucky was absolutely miserable right now. And he couldn't stand hearing Klaus screaming. The soldier was shivering. He didn't quite meet Ben's eyes as be told the young man quietly, "Go take care of your brother. I'll... I'll come untie him in a few minutes."

Honestly, he just wanted to be left alone. He'd not handled that well. Plus he needed to put his weapons away, but that was secondary. What he really needed was a chance to get himself back together. To get his breathing under control, try to bring his heart rate down, and to rinse the taste of vomit out of his mouth. He couldn't face Klaus just yet. And he really couldn't do it if the man was still screaming.

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evilrashida

military worship in this country is out of fucking control

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daneedelion

excuse me?

military worship in this country is out of fucking control 

Yea you’re right, we shouldn’t honor the people willing to risk their life to save ours and defend our country … oh

Military worship in this country is out of fucking control

I’m in the military and yes it’s out of fucking control. Most of the people I know in the military feel the same way. You civilians need to calm the fuck down. Most of us joined in our teens or early twenties. For a lot of us it was because we needed a job, and we didn’t see any other options, and this job has good benefits, especially for an uneducated young person in America. We get healthcare and education!! That’s some tempting fucking fruit. But this is a JOB. Some people in the military become heroes, that’s true. Jumping on grenades, defusing bombs, dragging a wounded person from the middle of a firefight. They usually end up dead in the process. Those people deserve respect, in my opinion. They give their lives for their friends, no matter whether or not you agree with the policies that put them there in the first place. But a lot of people in America reflexively claim that everyone in the military is a hero, full stop. This isn’t true and it lets people look the other way when something is actually wrong in the military, because it’s the military, they’re heroes, they can do no wrong.

We’re doing a job, and a lot of us are never really put in harm’s way. I work in a climate controlled lab for 8 hours a day, for instance. Really grueling. Such a hero. This fawning lip service of an infallible military doesn’t do us any good. I know people who have bought into it, who have heard so many people tell them that they’re heroes that they actually believe it, and they are the stupid and dangerous ones. Joining the military does not make you a hero, and calling us heroes might make you feel all warm and fluffy and red white and blue but it doesn’t do anything for the people that end up on the streets with PTSD or come home with life-changing injuries or in a box. We’re human beings, not some concept that you can just mindlessly adulate and then feel better about yourself.

☝️🏽☝️🏽☝️🏽☝️🏽

oh boy just in time for the 4th of July

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ladyshinga

Speaking as a disabled veteran: it’d be one thing if the fucking hero worship MEANT ANYTHING. But it’s a bunch of empty loud words about how Brave and Noble everyone in the military is (nah some of us are assholes) and then when it comes to, oh I don’t know, paying a soldier enough to feed their family without food stamps, or giving disability compensation without a NIGHTMARE fight with the country that claims to “care” so much. Plus the whole “sending us off to kill other people to make rich men richer while innocents die for it” thing. It’s not “defending freedom” to shove our troops into everyone’s business in countries that happen to have oil and such Military worship isn’t only annoying, it’s a hollow lie that’s basically dangerous to everyone

Happy fourth of July!

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rubykgrant

(small thing, not meant as an insult to anybody, but also… a lot of people in America have the assumption that any war or fight we are in, we are 100 per-cent justified. it is assumed we are always fighting tyranny, but we are never tyrants. we fight terrorism, but we are never terrorists. we need to kill “them” before “they” kill us. every fight is a “fight for freedom”. sometimes that is true, but sometimes that is a TRICK. wars are also about money and resources, our companies that want something from another country. many wars are completely pointless, except for some kind of profit, usually at the expense of lives. the hero worship of the military treats any statements like this as though it were an attack of freedom in general)

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Not all heros wear capes.

I want to buy this woman a beer.

This woman is named June Ayres and she has owned and operated Reproductive Health Services, which is currently the only clinic in Montgomery, Alabama, for about 30 years. May I suggest that you donate the price of that beer to The Linda D Foundation, which helps Alabama women afford reproductive services including birth control, emergency contraception, and abortion services? http://alabamareproductiverightsadvocates.com/thelindadfoundation/ You could also donate to the National Abortion Federation here: http://prochoice.org/about-naf/support-naf/ This gifset is from an incredible documentary called Trapped. You can find or organize a screening or stream it for free here: http://www.trappeddocumentary.com/ It’s seriously an amazing movie about some amazing people.

This woman’s casual level of “Fuck You” herosim is exactly what I aspire to be in life.

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lambbabies

Seriously please consider donating to the National Abortion Federation. Not only do they do provide access to abortion providers and funding help for people who need abortions, they also actively work with lawmakers and legislators to convince them to fight to protect abortion and the right to have one.

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Me on Fourth of July like

Anyway, stop spreading white nationalist rhetoric and toxic nationalism thanks

Nobody said anything about race. Stop that.

It’s nationalist to state facts now?

How is this toxic?

Show me countries better than the USA.

economically

human freedom

quality of life

social progress 

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income equality (america was among the worst)

healthcare

x x

gender equality

what exactly makes america the “best country” here? america doesn’t excel in anything.

I was gonna say aren’t we like #1 in a bunch of bad stats? Like aren’t we the top for rape and abuse?

I remember this epic moment from The Newsroom

Americans just buy into the propaganda they are the greatest country when there is absolutely zero evidence to say so.

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I’m watching that documentary “Before Stonewall” about gay history pre-1969, and uncovered something which I think is interesting.

The documentary includes a brief clip of a 1954 televised newscast about the rise of homosexuality. The host of the program interviewed psychologists, a police officer, and one “known homosexual”. The “known homosexual” is 22 years old. He identifies himself as Curtis White, which is a pseudonym; his name is actually Dale Olson.

So I tracked down the newscast. According to what I can find, Dale Olson may have been the first gay man to appear openly on television and defend his sexual orientation. He explains that there’s nothing wrong with him mentally and he’s never been arrested. When asked whether he’d take a cure if it existed, he says no. When asked whether his family knows he’s gay, he says that they didn’t up until tonight, but he guesses they’re going to find out, and he’ll probably be fired from his job as well. So of course the host is like …why are you doing this interview then? and Dale Olson, cool as cucumber pie, says “I think that this way I can be a little useful to someone besides myself.”

1954. 22 years old. Balls of pure titanium.

Despite the pseudonym, Dale’s boss did indeed recognize him from the TV program, and he was promptly fired the next day. He wrote into ONE magazine six months later to reassure readers that he had gotten a new job at a higher salary.

Curious about what became of him, I looked into his life a little further. It turns out that he ultimately became a very successful publicity agent. He promoted the Rocky movies and Superman. Not only that, but get this: Dale represented Rock Hudson, and he was the person who convinced him to disclose that he had AIDS! He wrote the statement Rock read. And as we know, Rock Hudson’s disclosure had a very significant effect on the national conversation about AIDS in the U.S.

It appears that no one has made the connection between Dale Olson the publicity agent instrumental in the AIDS debate and Dale Olson the 22-year-old first openly gay man on TV. So I thought I’d make it. For Pride month, an unsung gay hero.

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argumate

dude had guts, someone needs to update his Wikipedia page

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whatis2plus2

Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”

And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”

Her response was, “Well, are you?”

My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.

The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”

I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.

Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.

Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.

Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.

Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.

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stephrc79

Signal boost to this unbelievably important message.

I’d reblog this a thousand times if I could.

Stop attacking allies. Educate. Not hate. 

This is incredibly important. Please read!

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gokuma

Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving.

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phinarei

Understand that this doesn’t mean that if you don’t have the energy, strength, or ability to teach that you have to teach. If you can’t? That’s just fine, step back. Keep yourself safe and healthy.

This means that if you’re going to put out the energy to correct someone, do it in a way that shows compassion and respect. If you have the energy to bah someone, you have the energy to calm down and educate them instead.

It really comes down to preschool: if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. (At least when it comes to people who you should be considering part of your fight.)

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This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery.

Since the text is a bit small and I couldn’t find a larger copy, here’s what the small blurb says:

A World of a Difference

George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensen’s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (that’s her new name) sent to them recently.

This article is 58 years old, and it’s more respectful of Christine’s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans person’s choice of name and pronouns like that :3

Say it again for the haters in the back who want to keep pretending that trans people, or even treating trans people with respect is even remotely anything new. 😎

It’s worth mentioning, that this was kinda celebrated as a wonder of the atomic age at the time. “Look at the power of our scientists! Look at what we can do!” You know, back when America was trying to be the leader in scientific advancement.

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Entangled Weres

The Asset growled at the command, baring its teeth in warning.  Then it pressed its nose into the technician’s hair, sniffing at him.  It growled again, this time in frustration rather than warning, as it stuck its nose to the underside of his jaw.  It couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the man’s scent.  Shifting lower, it nosed at his armpit because moving down to his groin.  All the places his scent was strongest.  Still obviously not finding what it wanted, it growled once more, staring the technician dead in the eyes.
And then, where a moment ago there had been a wolf, suddenly there was a man. The technician was still pinned down - the Asset was on top of him, straddling him, with one hand pinning each wrist at his side - and the Asset was still staring him dead in the eye.  But it had made no move to actually hurt him, despite having had plenty of opportunity.  In a harsh, rough voice, it demanded, “What are you?”

Laying on the ground, Lise frowned in frustration as the wolf just started sniffing all over. He knew what the wolf was searching for, but it didn’t mean he liked it or found it cute. In fact, it was quite threatening. A wolf is larger and stronger than a fox, regardless if the fox had magic. And he certainly did not want Hydra finding out what he was.

“H-hey!” He pushed at the wolf’s head when it was nosing places it shouldn’t. But in the blink of an eye, his hands were pinned to a side with the Asset sitting on him. Lise tried to wriggle free. Nope. Where was everyone?! Distractedly looking at how he was being held down, it took him a moment before he actually met that stare and became still. Lise narrowed his eyes, before stubbornly insisting. “Your handler.” He huffed with indignity, with an obvious glare daring the Asset to try and interrogate him.

The Asset growled again at the agent’s response, though it didn’t sound nearly as intimidating in this form.  Its eyes flashed gold as its hands tightened on the agent’s wrists.  Through bared teeth it rasped, “What are you?

It could tell something was off about this one.  He didn’t smell fully human.  The Asset knew how to spot the differences.  It knew how to find other weres.  But  this wasn’t quite the same.  Usually a were smelled of both human and whatever animal they became.  This one...  He smelled of human, but there was something under it that the Asset couldn’t identify.

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Entangled Weres

The Asset waited patiently as it was taken back to the cell in which they were keeping it.  The advantage of the new tech pushing the cart onto which they had loaded it was that it could smell him more clearly now.  There was something not quite human about his scent.  It set the Asset on edge.
When they reached the cell, the Asset waited for the new handler to release it from its bindings, waiting for the most opportune moment.  It knew better.  It knew it was to remain still until the handler had left the cell.  But it needed to know.  Something was off about this one.  And that something could be dangerous.  So as soon as the shackles fell away, it was down on all fours.  It didn’t lunge at the handler - nothing so outright offensive, it knew better than to make a threat of itself - but it reared up onto its hind legs, aiming to land its front paws on the handler’s ribs.  It was considerably larger than a normal wolf, stronger and faster and with the advantage of the metal foreleg.  It didn’t anticipate any resistance it couldn’t handle.  And perhaps now it would be able to pick out what it was about the man’s scent that was off.

Even though Lise’s nerves were on the edge, alert for any movement from the Asset, he still wasn’t fast enough to evade its approach. Hence resulting in the awkward position of him mid turn from trying to flee, and carrying the weight that is the Asset from where it got him on his chest, blowing the wind right out of him. 

The technicians outside were agitated, yelling out for the Asset to stand down. Yet someone also hit the button to close the cell door, abandoning the new staff inside. Someone ran off too. And everyone, including Lise, forgot that a normal human shouldn’t have been able to take the were’s sudden weight.

Lise blinked and stared, fear trickling into his eyes. Vaguely, he got a little worried for his own safety, so much less compared to his fear of being outed. Gathering his wits back to himself, he frowned. “Stand down! W-what… do you want?” 

The Asset growled at the command, baring its teeth in warning.  Then it pressed its nose into the technician’s hair, sniffing at him.  It growled again, this time in frustration rather than warning, as it stuck its nose to the underside of his jaw.  It couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the man’s scent.  Shifting lower, it nosed at his armpit because moving down to his groin.  All the places his scent was strongest.  Still obviously not finding what it wanted, it growled once more, staring the technician dead in the eyes.

And then, where a moment ago there had been a wolf, suddenly there was a man. The technician was still pinned down - the Asset was on top of him, straddling him, with one hand pinning each wrist at his side - and the Asset was still staring him dead in the eye.  But it had made no move to actually hurt him, despite having had plenty of opportunity.  In a harsh, rough voice, it demanded, “What are you?”

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My muse is feeling touch-starved.

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc

ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc

❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual. 

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