I AM BECOME A NAME

here lies steve rogers , weep for the dream of america

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@carterslegacy hi wanna ship

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i'm thinking about how steve in modern times has a rather tough time adjusting to his newfound "wealth". he goes from growing up poor in the 20s / 30s , adjusting his life post great depression (which, as all economic crisis do, affected the poor much more than the wealthy), and then immediately jumping to a context of war and the military. that means : rations, not enough food for everyone, having to make due with what you have, sharing everything with your fellow soldiers and brothers because that is what you are supposed to do, especially when you are captain america. he goes from that to waking up in the 21st century and shield pays for everything, and there's so much food going around, and he doesn't have to use and reuse and use and resuse the same shirt and jacket because he doesn't have enough money to pay for another one. 

what i mean by not adjusting or adapting to it is this  :  he still eats less than he should  ( at first, at least. this one is the one thing he gets used to rather fast ), and he still owns three pairs of shoes and two jeans and one jacket that he will use until he can not anymore, and only then will he buy another one.  his mind has a hard time adapting to the concept of not needing to do these things anymore, because old habits die hard, especially ones that were so tied to his survival as these. 

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i don’t trust what happened to me.

           the brutality of time ,  as it seems ,  does not go unnoticed   —–  tired , aching bones as fingers wrap around a bottle of beer   :  it’s the idea that counts , he supposes , more than any effect it may have on his body. he pulls at the label as the reality of what  is  settles between them as heavy as stones.   (   he remembers a simpler time ,  where the dream of the future did not seem so bleak   —–   or , perhaps ,  did not even come close to what it is  :  two tired bodies , two aching bones ,  time slipping between their fingers , out of time , out of time , belonging neither here nor there .   things were easier ,  then ,   even as bombs fell .   )     he looks at bucky , the unkindness of winter set on his bones and blood and eyes , the weight of what hands that were and were not his have done on his spine ,  and words escape him.

               silence stretches ,  for a minute longer ,  as steve brings the bottle to his lips ,  kindness settling on his body as though it had found its home.  they both have come to know it ,  deep within their bones ,  what it is to be stripped of all that you are ,  one way or another .   steve’s lips curl upwards ,  briefly ,  as he settles on the words .     ❛   that’s just the thing ,  buck .   you don’t have to trust what has happened ,  only on what will ,  and only on yourself.   ❜   a beat ,  a slight shrug as he settles the bottle down.   ❛    and if you can not trust yourself ,   then trust me.    ❜      

THE PASSION ACCORDING TO G.H. : @survivethewinter ( accepting )

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who else thought that old steve in endgame looked like a republican ,,,,,,, electric chair! 

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there's a meta to be written regarding the depersonalization of steve rogers , the weight and importance put by the government on not the man that sacrificed everything for them , that put his life on the line , that was willing to die ,  but on the message . on the image . on the propaganda. there is a meta to be written on the ways that the american government stripped steve rogers of all that he was because the idea of captain america was all that mattered to them , truthful or not 

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a   sentence   starter   inspired   by   the   book    “ THE PASSION ACCORDING TO G.H ”     written   by   brazilian   autor   clarice   lispector.  

we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate.

realization of our fated destiny depends on us.

my destiny is to search and my destiny is to return empty-handed.

the only destiny with which we are born is the destiny of ritual.

i am every hellish piece of myself.

life was taking its vengeance on me.

i am dying without knowing of what.

i don’t know what to do with what i lived.

i’m afraid of that profound disorder.

i don’t trust what happened to me.

oh, don’t pull your hand away from me.

we would have to put on ritual masks to love each other.

people tread upon things with too many human feet, with too many sentiments.

this is not eternity, it is condemnation.

i was merely a historical fact.

i shall need the courage to do what i’m about to do: speak.

living isn’t courage, knowing that you’re living, that’s courage.

i’ve always liked putting things in their places. i think it’s my only true calling.

i had reached nothingness.

my life had been as continuous as death.

how opulent this silence is. it is the accumulation of centuries.

humanity is drenched with humanization.

we shall be inhuman.

i asked myself if i wasn’t fleeing toward a god because i couldn’t bear my humanity.

every case of madness involves something coming back.

it’s not a story that leads the reader to philosophical thoughts.

the milky way doesn’t exist for us to know if its existence, but we know.

nostalgia is not for the god who is missing to us, it is a nostalgia for ourselves.

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i will be writing a whole post about this in the future, but just for quick reference before i reblog a meme or smth, this blog's main verse, on either 616 grounds or mcu, will be set like this : steve is "retired" , but not really. what he is doing in reality ,  and in the down low , away from the spotlight ,  is dismantling far right groups in america ( and the world ), such as the alt right and the kkk. the rise of fascism again is a great concern for him, currently more so than, idk, aliens or smth. 

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HERE LIES STEVE ROGERS  :  here lies the dream of america ,   heart aching soldier turned into myth ,  turned into memory ,  turned into more .   here lies the voice that was ,   here grows the voice that wasn’t .   here lies steve rogers :   man - made dream , man - turned legend , ripped from the inside out , turned into shreds , into more , into this , into nothing .  here lies captain america  :   the dream of america ,  fable and fabrication torn from flesh ,  here lies with lies .    SING ,  O MUSE ,  OF THE MYTH OF AMERICA.      //  independent & highly selective STEVE ROGERS ,  616 & MCU BLEND ,  primarily headcanon based.  written by MARINA .

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to do list :

clean up this blog

new promo

new rules

write verses / about

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ok lesbians give this post a like if u still have interest in this blog

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there is a post to be made about steve’s initial obsolescence after the second world war, before the realization of the weight and impact that his figure holds upon the world. he is a soldier, not a politician, and there is no outright war. he has no use anymore, in a society such as this. until the realization of what the name captain america settles down, until the realization of how much can be capitalized upon his image, how much can be done in his name. anyway the point of this is to show how much would have changed if he hadn’t died

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there comes a time in man’s search for meaning when he realizes that there are no answers. 

                       you are in a white room  :       there is nothing but this ,   a whiteness that spreads as a disease into an unfurnished ,  unclean ,  undirty ,  white room.    you are in a white room ,  and there is a light ,  or perhaps there is not.  there is a woman ,  or perhaps there is not .   you are in a white room ,  as white as all white can be , and you hear nothing but the sound of  —  you hear nothing, not even the sound of your own heartbeat.  steve rogers is in a white room ,  and the cold bites at the edges of his fingertips.   

                he can move ,   though his movements are stiff :   as if frozen ,  only now relearning the heat of blood pumping through veins .   perhaps this is it :   the act of becoming now ,  blossoming upon the decay ,  movement of frozen limbs regaining its color ,  regaining its blood ,  regaining its life   :    or perhaps not .   or perhaps something in between .  or perhaps nothing at all.   he stands in a white room ,   with nothing but a chair ,  with nothing but a woman , with nothing but silence.    where am i ?     silence.    who are you ?   silence.   is this a dream ?   silence.    i don’t understand .    silence ,  sickening and deafening ,  surrounding the air with its weight.   what happened ?     she smiles ,   sadly or perhaps softly ,  or perhaps nothing at all  :  perhaps cold ,  perhaps impassive .      there comes a time in man’s search for meaning when he realizes there are no answers ,   she says ,  and now it is his turn to stand silent. 

               a blink ,   a shift  ,    frozen limbs and a silent heartbeat ,  each breath heavier ,  fear or numbness ,  or both ,  or all  :    he speaks ,  finally   :   ❛  and what comes next?    ❜   

                                       JACKIE  (2016)   :   @lamorts

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god ur so powerful I hope ur having AN AMAZING DAY

i have no idea what triggered this but thank yOUH I LOVE YOUHHHHH 

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steve’s realization that the war he fought for is not the war he fought in is most apparent on his discovery of the bombing of hiroshima and nagazaki. the realization that he was fighting for freedom while america was fighting for power is not one that he lives with easily, and it is essential in his realization of who he is, what america is and what he wants his name to stand for. 

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the howling commandos aren’t white and yet america has built the basis of its americanism in the fight that they were fighting (against oppressive regimes and for freedom and equality) while simultaneously denying them the identity of what it is to be “American”, in this essay i will, 

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it is particularly hard for steve to wrap his head around the politics of the 21st century because he didn’t live through the cold war, and they are very much so a product of that. it is hard for him to wrap his head around the concept of what today is considered the “radical left” when he grew up during the 20s-30s, and spent his 20s in the 40s. 

the 20s-30s were a time of absolute desperation and despair, and a time where the youth lacked perspective, and it was also a time where the left and its ideologies were thriving and growing, where debates were occurring on consistently. there was an understanding of a fundamental truth which has since been lost that inequality is not natural, that capitalism is not natural, that all of these are created and nurtured and you, as a citizen of the world, have the right to fight against it. strikes were not seen as “a bunch of lazy workers” but as workers who were fighting for their rights to bigger salary, for more humanity. 

it is absolutely insane and unacceptable for him to come back to a world where not only is it not the norm anymore to be against exploitation, but also to see how his image has been exploited to serve agendas which are not his own. it is also absolutely mind boggling for him to come back to a world where fighting against fascism isn’t your gut reaction, especially given what he has known and what he saw with his own eyes. 

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A FLAG IS JUST A PIECE OF CLOTH  :   steve grant rogers .