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Good night, Bucky.
"It is okay, Buck."
Wow, this is really wonderful.
Happy Labor Day
Never forget that people died for the worker’s rights we enjoy today. And if, for even a moment, you think we don’t need them now, just think about the employers who short their workers by one hour so they don’t have to offer health insurance. Think of the companies that fight the idea of giving their workers a living wage. Think of Walmart saying that their workers should apply for government assistance if they can’t make it on their shitty salaries.
My sister and I both did the same job—processing insurance claims—for different companies. Even though my job required more knowledge, she was getting a significantly larger paycheck because she was union. It’s not just industrial or service workers who benefit from strong unions.
Happy Labor Day!
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There can never be enough Sam wingfic.
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…omg. is there room in the dumpster for me?
There is room in the dumpster for everyone! But you might have to fight off some rats and make yourself a nest of half-full cartons of moldy Chinese food. Have you had your tetanus shots? Do you have a strong stomach? COME ON IN, THE TRASH IS FINE.
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sam/steve doodle bc wow i love them??
i am attracted to all versions of chris evans but i cannot decide which one is hotter??? he’s just so good looking??
closely shaved head and dark bearded evans?? extremely cleanshaven blonde steve rogers evans?? young and freckly evans? scruff with hipster glasses evans??? normal brown hair and full beard evans??
look i’m having a chrisis
Give Me Your Filth (15379 words) by Dira Sudis
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes
Additional Tags: HYDRA Trash Party, Rape, Torture, Waterboarding, Flashbacks, Panic, Restraints, Hurt No Comfort, Internalized Victim Blaming
"I don’t care," Bucky said. "I don’t care which one was you and which one was someone else. You’re underneath me now. It’s my turn. I do things now, and you lie there and take it."
This was going to hurt.
…I’m just going to leave that there, like a cat leaves a maimed but not quite dead fluffy animal on your pillow. Because it loves you.
*scuttles back to the dumpster, burrows under drift of soiled library books and rotten apples*