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I love that Americans are known for complimenting strangers. I love that we fry everything, and that we do it well. I love 12-foot-high plastic Halloween skeletons in people’s yards and tacky Christmas lights that stay up too long. I love that we are an unabashedly goofy people.

I love bluegrass music. I love stepping. I love that there are always folklorico dancers in my town’s Mardi Gras parade. I love that my town has a Mardi Gras parade, even though most people here aren’t Catholic or French and didn’t grow up with any kind of Carnivale tradition. I love that if "Livin On A Prayer" comes on a pizzeria, at least one person at each table won't be able to stop themselves from singing along. I love that the middle school gym shakes to the rafters when families cheer for THEIR baby finishing eighth grade and that they bring balloons and bouquets and flower garlands to celebrate.

I love the 80 year old couple at our local No Kings protest. I love all the little kids there with their families, too. I love the brass band that always shows up at protests here and plays old union songs and gospel music. I cry like a damn baby every time I hear “Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing.”

What if I impulsively posted this because it's Bucky's birthday and also tech week in my corner of the world and I don't have time to edit more??? (it was only in its 2nd draft. this is crazy for tumblr user somanywords) ANYWAYS have another post catws fic by me <3

we find ourselves in the same doorways

Rating: T

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Major Tags: Post-Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Canon Divergence - Post-Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Steve Rogers's Sadness Errands, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, by which i mean they're sure as hell not talking about whatever the hell is going on between them but, sam and nat try to follow the post catws script but steve and buck aren't having it, Another Post Catws Fic By Me

Length: 21k | Complete

Summary:

They kicked him out at midnight. Said sixteen hours was enough and to go sleep. Steve went, for the sake of not pissing anyone off any more than he already had, and also because Bucky deserved some privacy even though he was stuck in a fish tank, and because the stupid environment-mimicking lights did cause headaches after sixteen hours. He hadn’t thought—he hadn’t thought it would be like this, that was all.

The serum amplifies everything that is inside, so good becomes great; bad becomes worse. This is why you were chosen. Because a strong man who has known power all his life may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows compassion. Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man.