Idk If Anyone Saw The Tik Tok About This That I Commented On (highly Doubtful), But I Thought Id Elaborate

Idk if anyone saw the Tik Tok about this that I commented on (highly doubtful), but I thought I’d elaborate a little on what I said because I feel the need to rant so my comment is more understandable and complex.

(And no, for those of you who didn’t find your way here through my Tik Tok endeavors, my comment wasn’t controversial or offensive to my knowledge. It actually has gotten a bit of traction. It was about Bucky Barnes.)

James Buchanan Barnes is a viciously underrated character within the Marvel universe, in both the comics and the MCU. Mostly, he’s shipped around with Steve or whoever he talks to-and I’m a part of the people that do this, huge Bucky/Natasha shipper. And I’m not an expert on his character, I haven’t read a single comic book in my life. But I do want to and I read a lot of excerpts from the comics and watch the cartoons and binge the movies. So if I give out false information, I am happy to be corrected but just know that I do my best to work with the information I have and most of my rants are theory based whether they make sense or not. If you must correct me at all, please be courteous enough to be polite about it. The majority of this is from the MCU films.

Natasha says in CA:TWS that The Winter Soldier was responsible for a multitude of assassinations over the past five decades. Bucky was taken in by Hydra during the Second World War, which goes into the assumption that he’d either just been frozen for twenty years or that he fought off the brainwashing in that time frame. The romanticized version would be the latter. And it’s pretty and sweet and not to far out of the range of possibility. But it’s just not that realistic or believable. They most likely kept him cryogenically frozen and rigorously trained him. The goal would’ve been to keep him under cryo long enough for him to be disoriented when he came out of it before wiping his memory. The first twenty years under Hydra would have been exclusively dedicated to building up the trigger words and their fallbacks. It would’ve been dedicated to making him forget the war, his sisters, his best friend; making him forget Bucky and replacing those memories with every language known to man, every hand-to-hand combat routine practiced on this planet, how to handle any weapon and incapacitate any enemy. He wasn’t a person, not the perfect soldier, not a warrior. Because even the most ruthless warriors were human, they all fought for something. But the Winter Soldier wasn’t human, he was a weapon, he was the Asset. If they treated his wounds, broken bones and ruptured organs, it was to placate him. You had to clean your weapons to use them properly.

And through it all, there was still a little bit of a Brooklyn man named James Buchanan Barnes within the Soldier. They saw it in the way he silently cried after killing a simple witness and their family. In the way he unconsciously shuffled around awkwardly, his prior confidence depleted severely, as if his purpose and poise left him after each completed mission. Knowing that they wouldn’t have him so tightly within their grasp for much longer, they reassured him. And it had been so long since anyone had cared for him properly, had given him advice, guided him, he fed right into it. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, maybe their was some good in his horrifying actions. They said so, and they said it so nicely, they’d never been nice before. At the back of his mind, there was a small voice that told him they were wrong, that told him to fight, dammit! He heard it often, screaming unintelligibly at him during missions, taunting him at night when he tried to sleep, calling him weak and begging him to prove the voice wrong. He never did. He didn’t even know what the voice was saying, it meant something once, but it didn’t anymore. And he was helping, giving the world its freedom and saving everyone. A few lives prevented that and a few hundred made up for the billions, right? He didn’t think it did, but they knew better, they told him so. And if listening, if obeying meant not getting beaten, slapped around, and electrocuted then maybe they were right.

They put him under again in January of 1992. He completed a mission and didn’t return to his handlers. He hoped that them finding him meant that they were worried about him, cared for him even. They didn’t, and told him so as they yelled at him and degraded him. He scolded himself at the same time, he was being stupid and he shouldn’t have hoped for anything. Why did he? He should have gone back to base. Why didn’t he? It was because of that man, that man and his wife that caused this. He was being hurt again and that man and his oddly familiar face were to blame. He sounded so desperate when he begged him to spare his wife. He called him something, what was it? It started with a ‘B’? Where had he seen that man? Why did his chest feel heavy and limbs feel weighed down? Did he know that man? Why did he assume that Hydra would take of him, at least ask him if he was okay? They never had before and yet the answer was obvious. It was because of...of...who? Who did he feel this feeling of kinship for? He didn’t trust or like anyone he knew. The two year hibernation fuzzied him up again. He’d think about it later.

Zola called him ‘Sergeant Barnes’ when he first woke from a coma. It was his first memory and the only one not completely obscured. He hated Zola. He knew that. He was glad he was gone and he never had to see him again. But who was Sergeant Barnes? Was it him? Was he in the military? He looked into the mirrors once and imagined himself cleaner, upright, with a smooth haircut and a light stubble, with a crisp uniform that he wore proudly. He smashed the glass with his flesh hand and his handler backhanded him across the face before wrapping his hand with a piece of yellowed cloth. He hid behind his hair for the next three weeks. He hated his hair almost as much as his hands. He was weak, needing to hide behind his hair the way a young child clung to his mother’s legs. Luckily, they never saw it that way. They thought he was showing off his devil-may-care attitude. Like it was a way to prove that he was just a weapon, objects didn’t care about how they looked. But he needed it. He hated his hair, but he needed it. The unkempt tresses protected him and were the only defiance he allowed himself. They could take away his free will. They could take away his memory. They could take away his youth and soul, but he kept his hair. Even to him the concept was ridiculous if not downright stupid. But he afforded it and took away with it his pride.

His dignity, however, was lacking. He threw it away within the first year of his initial training. The ugly scarring around his shoulder was a physical reminder of it. It was hard to tell what exactly caused the scars, if you didn’t know what he’d done. Sometimes, on his better days, he’d pretend that he’d gotten them in an accident. Maybe the accident that cost him his arm in the first place. On his worst days, he’d remind himself that he didn’t have any scars that he didn’t give himself. Bullet wounds, knife grazes, and gashes all stitched themselves back together eventually, and he wouldn’t be able to tell he had them in the first place. He had two sets of scars that he’d given himself. The aforementioned shoulder scarring, when he first realized just how badly he’d been damaged, when he still thought he could fix himself and be good again. Had he been good at all? He’d hoped so when he tried to pry off the offending metal limb with his bare fingers. After he’d given up on his attempts, he wondered where the most blood was coming from, his flesh hand or the remainder of his shoulder. He passed out before he could decide. The second set of scars was just under his right hip. Hidden by the fabric of his pants and invisible to eyes, the area where he’d stabbed himself with a dagger then ripped the torn skin further with his vibranium hand was now a knarly mess of pale blemishes. He’d done it twenty-three years after being captured, as he then realized, and was given his first witness elimination mission. A widowed mechanic and his three daughters and infant son. He couldn’t do it so he faked an accident so they sent someone else in his place. He was proud of it. His shoulder and arm may have caused humiliation and suffering, but he felt as if their was still some good, some humanity, left in him, even if it was the smallest amount.

That small action led him to believe the lies. If he could be a hero, it would all be worth it. If he did heroic things, he wouldn’t be a bad guy. But he was one. He was a murderer. A villain. A puppet. A weapon. A monster. Shameful and hideous, it didn’t matter what they told him. Because the small voice, which had grown clearer over the years, always told him the truth. He was covered in oceans of blood. He caused lifetimes of misery. He ruined and destroyed whatever he touched. The voice didn’t sound malicious or sinister or taunting. He’d exhausted it enough that the voice knew that taunts didn’t work and never had. It was mournful, sad. It threw these awful and mean names at him, repeated the names of all his victims, replayed all of his punishments. It did it robotically. It wanted something from him. And every time Rumlow or Pierce or Zola’s AI personality spoke, the mental voice was in his head, saying the exact opposite. Rumlow called him a machine. The voice told him he was once human. Pierce told him he was a savior. The voice called him a killer. Zola’s computer filtered mind told him that he was a success. The voice called him a victim. When he first heard the echoing words, they sounded hopeful, rascally, and youthful. Now they sounded tired, old, and resigned. The voice had a Brooklyn accent.

Why did this happen? He was so close! They were so close. Why did that terribly familiar man have to speak to him? Who was Bucky? Was Bucky even a person? What if it was just a curse? Or a sound that the man made? God, why the hell did he respond? Hydra was finally revealing its infiltration into SHIELD and he was finally about to complete the cause of his creation. They were gonna put him under again. Wipe him. It hurt so much. Why couldn’t they just kill him? He deserved it. He wanted it. He should’ve kept his damn mouth shut! But he knew him, and Pierce always had answers. Always. Pierce was many things, Pierce had done many things, but Pierce never lied to him. He was helping. He was a hero. He assisted in the goal to achieve world-wide freedom. He was a machine. He was a victim. He was a monster. He should’ve died.

The blond man was calling him Bucky again. He figured out that Bucky was a name. The blond man, who’d he since found out was named Steve, thought it was his name. He didn’t have a name. Not a real one. He had aliases and identifiers. But no name. They took him out earlier than usual. According to the date, less than a week than when he’d been put under. He’d forgotten the blond man until he was given a picture and an order. He kept his mouth shut this time and the voice in his head became louder. His name is Steve and you know him, it cried. He ignored it as always. If he did this, then they’d have no reason to put him under anymore. No reasons for missions or stakeouts or killings. A large part of him, the logical part, told him that they’d kill him the moment they reached their goal, but a smaller part secretly hoped that they’d just let him leave. Standing in front of the blond man now, he realized that he should’ve thought of an escape plan long ago. It was Steve’s fault. Steve made him realize that he didn’t want to die. How long had he wished that he could’ve been killed? All for it to be ruined by this stupid patriotic asshole to ruin it. His self-loathing was replaced by rage. He’d comply, he’d complete this final mission and then leave. He’d kill Steve Rogers and, for once, he’d actually enjoy it.

‘Til the end of the line’, the voice hollared, so loud that it sounded like his own thoughts, instead of like a background reporter. After saying it’s piece, it left. The presence in the back of his mind was gone and everything became so clear. He hesitated. Flashes of his life raced across his vision. Mom. Rebecca. Stevie. Miss Sarah. Brownies. Dot. Samantha. Carol. June. Maria. Pizza. Army. Sarah died. She smelled like cherry blossoms. Stevie is so small. I dated too many girls. Rebecca hit me in the head for it a lot. She and Ma thought I was a scoundrel. My name. My name. My name. My name is James Buchanan Barnes. My mom. My mom mommy mom. Her name is Winifred. I joined the military. Steve joined. He’s Captain America. California rolls. The helicarrier is collapsing.

The cold water cleared his head. It was like one of Rebecca’s wacks except it was colder, harder and bigger. He preferred Rebecca’s. Stevie is drowning. He’s unconscious. Bucky pulls him out of the water and onto the riverbed. He’s confused and doesn’t know what’s happening. He wants to be alone. He doesn’t know where he’s going just that it’s somewhere and nowhere at the same time and that’s where wants to be. He’s Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Buckybuckybucky. James. Someone called him Jimmy once and he socked him. He hates that nickname. Bucky. Yeah, that’s him. He sees his reflection in the glass and the days events crash over him. That’s not Bucky. That’s him and he’s a monster. A puppet. A weapon. He doesn’t want to be. He won’t be. They can’t control him anymore. He won’t let them. Steve can’t help, Steve can’t understand. Steve will be ashamed of him. Steve doesn’t know what he’s done. He’s all alone. He’s lost. His knees buckle and he crashes to the floor. For the next few hours, he can’t tell if he’s screaming or not. His face is red and hot and wet. Is his voice raw from screaming or is he just dehydrated? Probably not the latter cuz’ the river would’ve done a good job of that. It didn’t clean his cuts that well. They sting. Bucky wonders why his wounds healing themselves hurts more than receiving them in the first place. He deserves it.

Bucky starts at the museum. He stole a bunch of journals out of a craft store. One of them was a dark fushia and he didn’t notice due to the lack of light and time to pick his preference. It’s his favorite color now. He writes down everything in his journals. From his memories to his thoughts to the things he wants to try and why he wants to try them. He wanted to alphabetize the entries, but decided it would be best to write whatever came to mind. Most of it was written in a flurry of different languages, some sentences repeating themselves in Russian, German, Spanish and Chinese. He never learned how to speak French though he understood it quite well. His mother and sister were the first people Bucky wrote about. His friendship with Steve was another. His list of junk food that he hadn’t tried took up a good few pages. He wanted a McFlurry but something about a broken machine prevented him from getting one. When he arrived at the World War II portion of the museum tour and came upon his own section, Bucky was overwhelmed by his feelings of shame. He shouldn’t have been. Staring at the determined but friendly look in his former self’s eyes, he thought about how far he’d fallen. He carefully and meticulously wrote down the entirety of the portion of the exhibit, even writing down every word spoken through the recorded story speech. He avoided Steve’s exhibit.

Okay, I’m in a mood and I just finished midnight sun, so I thought I’d put my current motivation to good use and hope it lasts. Let’s start with my opinions and thoughts on the characters of twilight. Part One; Bella Swan

Okay, but like, I actually love Bella Swan so I may be a bit biased but at the same time, I understand that she has flaws and I like to put my perspective on everything. For the most part she’s super unproblematic and her character (like all of the other characters) wasn’t done proper justice which is why I’m so glad that Tumblr has taken them into custody.

Honestly, though, Bella’s personality and characterization was on the fritz and complicated. She was entirely self-sufficient, a care-taker, chill, and ambitious. Like, sure, all she wanted to do was become a high school English teacher/college English professor and live in the sunnier places but man did she work at it. She had a whole ass plan that was derailed when she met and fell in love with Edward and found out about the supernatural. I’m gonna admit, really disappointed after I found this out and then realized she never discovered her dreams. Yeah, she made whole new dreams that she was really happy with and got a fulfilling life in the end but seeing Bella helping out a struggling writer or suggesting certain books to help with someone’s thesis would’ve been super cool.

But on the other hand, the books totally victimized her and made her into a damsel in distress. I know most of her problems were supernatural, scratch that all of her problems were supernatural, but she should’ve been given more power. Why make a heroine if she’s always hiding behind her love interests and never saves herself? Bella also drinks hella dumb bitch juice, which Edward had teasingly pointed out in the hospital after her tussle with James. (Really, it was one of the only things Edward said to her that wasn’t either hating on himself or saying something super shady (like insulting her intelligence or committing himself to her for life even though they’ve only been official for a day)) She will put herself into situations she might not come out of alive but cowers at the little things like needles and prom. Another example of her dumb bitch, self sacrificing, did-not-think-about-this-decision-nearly-as-long-as-I-should-have-so-now-I-have-to-work-with-what-I-got energy is her attempt to bare knuckle box and jujitsu her attempted rapists instead of screaming or running. Commendable bravery and determination, loses points for lack of brain cell use.

If it were me, I would’ve cut Edward off or at least made him work a lot harder than he did. She just let him off the hook whenever he did anything wrong for the sake of keeping him with her. Which makes a lot of sense actually. She’d never been a daughter really. She paid bills, she went grocery shopping, she took care of her house as well as her mother and herself. She’s never had someone take care of her or care for her in the romantical sense and in the giving sense. Most of the boys who liked her, were only attracted to her and wanted to know more about her to see if her interest matched their own. Not for the sake of getting to know her, understand her, but to see if she matched up to the pedestal they put her on. Edward didn’t do that, and I’m not saying their relationship was healthy because it wasn’t, but I can see and understand why Bella latched onto Edward so quickly even though it was super out of character from what we knew of her before their relationship.

Also, I really fucking hate how vulnerable Bella was in New Moon. Like, Edward left her in the fucking woods and she almost died. I would’ve been so angry, and she should’ve been considering that Bella had multiple moments in Twilight where she was displayed to have a temper and even sometimes considered violence against Edward when he pissed her off. She was broken, sitting around lazily and trying her damned hardest not to have a mental breakdown as to not worry her parents and friends anymore than she already had. Her self confidence was gone, she was already insecure, not believing herself good enough for the Cullens and Edward took advantage of that. He took advantage of the fact that no one had ever expressed romantic interest in her therefore she doesn’t have a fucking clue on how anything involving relationships are supposed to work. Bella was mature, Bella grew up too fast, Bella overestimated herself. And she was so emotionally stunted that instead of building up emotions, she held them down and decided to feel nothing. Then she met Edward and truly allowed herself to feel something. And it was too much, seventeen years of living as nothing more than an empathic caregiver took its toll on her and she felt everything at once and intensely. And when he left her, she felt that intensely too.

I don’t know why Stephanie Meyer wanted to further inforce that Bella was beautiful and desirable to the boy students and caused envy from the girl students, except for Angela. It was gross. Bella was so obviously heartbroken and vulnerable and emotionally unavailable but smeyer still had Mike ask her out multiple times and make Jacob’s crush on her grow, which was unfair. She thought multiple times that Jacob was family and made her feel like Bella again. He was a bright happy person with a good sense of humor and a sunny disposition and I felt like his feelings for Bella kinda put a hinder on a great character. Angela, Jacob, and Bella would’ve been an iconic trio of best friends and you can’t tell me otherwise. Bella, Alice, and Rosalie would’ve also been a great trio and that is a non-arguable fact. You cannot tell me that Rosalie would’ve held the same animosity towards Bella had she known what had happened to Bella in Port Angeles. Alice was already Bella’s best friend before they officially even met, so there’s that. P

I absolutely loathe the plot of Eclipse. The love triangle between Edward, Jacob, and Bella had never made any sense but then smeyer forced it even further and made it worse. That non-consensual kiss made me gag. That’s not Jacob’s character. Then Bella all of a sudden growing feelings for him made even less sense. Especially when it was so obvious that she was going to choose Edward over everything just as she always has. I loved the interaction between Bella and Jasper, though, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I ship them. It has more to do with the fact that this was the first unawkward conversation that they had ever had with one another. It wasn’t a exactly light discussion but it really pulled along how involved with every member of the Cullen family in some way. It was cool. The rest of the train wreak included Edward’s inane jealousy and even-creepier-than-usual behavior, the coercion into marriage and sex (because Bella didn’t respect Edward’s morals anymore than Edward respected hers) along with a pressured kiss between Jacob and Bella that was just bad. It ain’t a bad thing when someone doesn’t return your feelings. Jacob, honey, you’re perfect, just not for Bella (or Resume, smeyer). Then Bella and Edward begin planning their wedding, which makes no sense. Bella doesn’t want marriage, she’s against the institution of it. She’s already said that she loves Edward and wants to be with him forever regardless of how she does it. Why isn’t that enough for him? She doesn’t want to end high school with a marriage based on how her parents relationship ended.

Who else thought that Bella’s powers could’ve been cooler or that she shouldn’t have had powers at all? It’s too even. Two couples where neither have gifts and two couples where they both have gifts. It would’ve made more sense if she controlled possibilities or had a subtle way of making things go her way, like Siobhan from the Irish coven. She loved her privacy and separation from others and while that kinda back fired in a way- she was flocked around by others as soon as she walked into school -it also didn’t. For one, obviously Edward could t read her mind. Privacy and solitude from him at least. But at the same time, everyone was pretty much bending over backwards to be near her at all times. What if it was Bella’s subconscious ability acting up and making them want to give Bella whatever she wanted? Of course, since she was human, her abilities couldn’t have been working right, and instead of making people give her what she wanted, she made them have the inexplicable desire to give her what she wanted. And with Edward, he didn’t notice her lack of voice until he focused on her and couldn’t hear her inner voice. After she had set her sights on him. After she’d taken interest and her mind began to shape the reality around her to make her unmistakable and absolutely appealing to someone like Edward, someone who is perpetually bored and self loathing. By silencing her mind so he couldn’t read it and scenting her blood in a way that make it impossible for him to stay away. It’s just really suspicious how Bella never really has any problems that last more than a few days. Except for Edward leaving which-to her at least-was a huge problem. But she is human and doesn’t know that she even has powers so said powers are bound to fuck up somehow. Or maybe they didn’t, at least not intentionally. The beginning of New Moon featured Bella agonizing over her aging and the belief that Edward and the rest of the Cullens were all better than her. Her subconscious took that to mean that she didn’t want the Cullens around since they were unwittingly destroying Bella’s self-esteem which never really was that high to begin with. So the accident on her birthday never was an accident, it was Bella trying to protect herself because she does t know how to do anything else, she has no one to take care of and is being taken care of for the first time and doesn’t trust the feeling. Because we all know Jasper attacking her makes no sense. For one, he was a disciplined vampire army leader surrounded by bloodthirsty newborns, for another, he killed James with Bella lying in a pool of her own blood not three meters away from him, and lastly, he fucking drove her to the hospital in a hot car while she bled out. You cannot fucking tell me that Jasper just had a lapse in control, that the bloodlust of his family rendered him unable to resist. Nah, Bella just lost control of her powers that just so happened to be cooler than a shield. Because she learned how to master an ability that should’ve taken months and years to master in only a few months. The Volturi walked away and everyone except for Irina made it out alive, including the shapeshifters.

Anyway, in conclusion Bella is a BAMF who loses her brain cells over the course of two years.

Okay, okay, okay. So, Civil War. Yes, the dreaded divorce between Steve and Iron Man. I once theorized (yea, through Tik Tok again) that Bucky was used by Zemo as just a means to an end. Bucky was the catalyst to the destruction of the Avengers, not the cause. Why? Well, look at the most basic terms. Civil War. Every war has its battles, this one had only two. The first and initial battle happened in Germany. Then, it was just two groups with opposing perspectives pulling any allies they could in assistance. Sure, Steve fought only because they threatened Bucky, but they didn’t. No one except T’Challa did. If anything, they were trying to prevent T’Challa from killing Bucky. Tony was there because of the Accords. He didn’t care about Steve’s new pal, yeah, he was accused of killing King T’Chaka, but it was just an apprehension to Tony. He was following orders. He wanted to help Steve, to straighten everything out. The back up and potential arrests were only in a worst case scenario. And even then, once the arrests were made and he realized just how far, too far, the Accords went, Tony tried to make up for it. He realized he was wrong. And that could’ve been the end of it. Steve would’ve gone off radar, so would each of his allies, and Tony and the remaining Avengers would’ve gone on with their lives, half-heartedly chasing after Steve whenever he showed his face. That’s obviously not what happened, but it was so close to being a possibility.

Zemo is a lot like Ultron. They both hate the Avengers and want to destroy them under the guise of vengeance or protecting the people. The biggest mistakes Ultron made, which led to his defeat and death, were posing as a threat to humanity. He could’ve killed off the world’s mightiest heroes and then done away with humanity. They were already partially divided via Wanda’s mental attacks. He had almost won, but rushing it caused his plans to collapse on themselves. He went with the two-birds-one-stone solution and paired with the fact that he aligned himself with two kids with consciences and who were in way over their heads, he was bound to fail at some point. Ultron impatience caused his plan to collapse on itself. He made himself the common goal that united the Avengers and cemented their familial bonds to one another. He both failed and turned his only team members against him. Was killed by one of them. Zemo got lucky. He took advantage of an already precarious situation. The Avengers were facing the repercussions of what had happened in Sokovia. He had a plan. Ultron was technically a baby throwing a tantrum. Yes, a well informed baby that’s tantrum almost wiped out mankind, but a baby nonetheless. Zemo lost his family. He lost everything he cared about to the people sworn to protect and defend them. He was obsessed. He spent weeks, months, researching his enemies and planning for the best course of actions. Made more plans, just in case.

He found his champion, the unwilling and unwitting Bucky Barnes, who wanted nothing more than to just leave his past behind him and rediscover himself. Zemo knew that he might’ve had to wait years to reach his goals, he was vengeful not stupid. But he was just impatient enough to use Bucky whenever the opportunity presented itself, regardless of other factors or their consequences. Funnily enough, Wanda’s unfortunate slip that resulted in innocent Wakandan lives taken was the perfect opening for the start of his plan. Kill the king of a third world country and start a global outrage. If Steve Rogers was even a tenth of as loyal to Bucky as Zemo thought he was, he’d fight to the death to protect him. And once Zemo confirmed that Bucky killed the Starks under Hydra’s command and brainwashing, Tony would go into a rage that would cause a permanent rift between the Avengers. Zemo knew that his actions would end in either his arrest or death. He prepared for that, too. He deserved it. No matter how he planned it, people would die, some of them would be innocent. He’d kill himself and really cement his place in Hell. But those monsters who took his family would go down with him.

To be completely honest, Zemo felt bad for Bucky. He felt guilty having to use this struggling man, this innocent man, to achieve his goals. But in his eyes it was the only way. Because the Avengers were terrorists, and Bucky was going to help Zemo save millions of families from those dangerous and out of control people who hold little value for human life. Once again, Bucky was portrayed as a hero for a madman’s devices. It was laughable, how often this man manipulated. He’d been manipulated the majority of his much too long life. But, since he had already handled it once already, for seventy years, he would deal with it one more time for a few days until his death.

Bucky was still alive. He should’ve been killed. He wasn’t. Maybe there was a God. A God who decided that James Buchanan Barnes had had enough. Because Bucky Barnes had been to Hell, and he kept going. He was used as a pawn, twice. He’d had been trapped in his own mind, twice. He’d been turned against his best friend, twice. He’d been granted clemency and forgiveness once and it was plenty for him. He might not have thought he deserved it, but the fact that he had it at all proved that maybe he could. Maybe he could forgive himself. Maybe he could be a hero.

If I do in fact know what I’m doing, can someone please tell what exactly that is?

Honestly though, we ought to acknowledge Alice’s love for Bella. Like, even in smeyer’s twisted canon, we see the platonic sisterly love that is shared. In NM, when Alice saw Bella jump from the cliff, she went straight back to Forks without hesitation. She left the man she’s loved and lived with for decades to help and/or mourn the best friend she’s only known for a few months. Ultimate chicks-before-dicks energy right there. If Edward’s dumbass hadn’t gone off to Volterra instead of fucking fact checking like he should have, Alice would have singlehandedly dragged her family by their ears and hair (besides Emmy) back to Forks and their human, clumsy, little sister.

Why does he look so confused and mesmerized by the potted plants?😂😍

OOF HE LOOKS SO GOOOOD 😍😍😍😍😍