This doesn't mean that we are flawless or that we don't have any reasons to learn, change or grow. What it does mean is that who we are, you ard I, what we feel and what we've experienced is real and valid and enough.
If it be your will, join me in this campaign, from 27th to 29th June: http://bit.ly/alreadywhole
Fandom: Captain America (Movies)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Thor, Bruce Banner/James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/OMCs (mentioned)
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Raven (mythical being), Coyote (mythical being), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Sarah Rogers, Peggy Carter, Jack Rollins
Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Past Domestic Violence, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Slut Shaming, internalized slut shaming, Underage Drinking, (for the USA), Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Assault, Incitement To Sexual Assault, (no-one is actually sexually assaulted), graphic descriptions of violence in a dream, Mental Health Issues, Mildly Dubious Consent, Hospitalisation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Gay Bucky Barnes, Adopted Bucky Barnes, Russian Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes-centric, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, SJW Steve Rogers, Steve has a terrible sense of humour, Clint Is a Good Bro, Natasha Is a Good Bro, Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Brock Rumlow is an asshole in every universe, Road Trip, Folklore, native american folklore, Raven tales, Coyote tales, Spirit Intervention, bucky barnes needs to get laid, Bucky Barnes Gets Laid, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Gets a Hug
Series: Part 1 of Tricksters
“The trickster’s function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end, the trickster gives people what they really want: some sort of freedom.”
Steve and Bucky are adopted by two trickster spirits. This is the tale of fun, angst, recovery, travel, and love that results when their paths cross on the campus of University of California Santa Cruz.
Dear U.S.-based Friends -
This Thursday is Thanksgiving, a day on which we remember an almost entirely fictional encounter between the settler-colonists in Mâsach8sut and the local Wampanoag people. While the details of the Thanksgiving story are largely mythical, it is true that the settler-colonists would have died without the aid of the Wampagoag in those first few years. If we go to the heart of the story we're remembering a moment where Native people helped non-Native people survive.
Now it's our turn.
You've probably heard about the Water Protectors in North Dakota, trying with all their might and main to stop an oil pipeline crossing the Oglala Aquifier and going beneath the Missouri River. Millions of people downriver of the crossing depend on the Missouri for their drinking water - the Lakota at Standing Rock reservation would be the first and most drastically hit. The protectors have a phrase: Mni Wiconi - Water is Life. They are standing between the company and the river for all of us.
There are thousands gathered at the three camps that make up the Water Protector presence. Local law enforcement has violently tried to disperse the camps - they have attacked Protectors with rubber bullets, sound canons, concussion grenades, and high-pressure hoses. The Water Protectors have done nothing wrong. The land on which the pipeline is to be built belongs to them - the Supreme Court upheld it as such in 1980 when it agreed with the Lakota that the U.S. government had broken the 1868 Treaty of Fort Laramie, which promised the Oceti Sakowin (the seven council fires of the Lakota) the Black Hills region forever.
On Sunday night, after dark, when temperatures were at 27F, local law enforcement attacked one of the camps. (Warning for graphic video of the confrontation at the next link.) A concussion grenade exploded on one female protector's arm - she was flown to Minneapolis, and it looks like her arm may have to be amputated. An elder went into cardiac arrest and had to be resuscitated by camp healers. 26 people were injured badly enough to be taken to hospital. Many hundreds more were hurt.
Local law enforcement is knowingly risking killing people. You don't spray people with high pressure water hoses when the temperature is below freezing because you want them to back off; you do it because you want to cause hypothermia. Amnesty International has decried the attack as an attack on human rights, and has appealed to local law enforcement to stop these tactics. The United Nations has condemned what's going on. Oh, and Protectors are being arrested for "rioting." Mmmhmm.
Once again, Native people stand between non-Native people and catastrophe, and this time we have to do more than be passively grateful. This Thanksgiving, could you pass the hat at your dinner table for money to send directly to the camps? If you raise $5, and everyone did it, that would be an enormous influx of resources. Those resources would enable camp leaders to buy the supplies that are most needed - medical equipment (local law enforcement road blocks make getting anyone out of the camps by ambulance very tricky); below-zero-grade sleeping bags; camp heaters; winter-ready tents etc., as well as provide legal counsel to those who have been arrested.
You can donate at the following places:
To Standing Rock Directly (The tribe is funding the portable bathrooms, trash pick up, and other infastructure)
To the Sacred Stone Camp legal defense fund
To the Red Warrior Camp (direct action camp within Oceti Sakowin) legal defense fund
The Mní Wičhóni Nakíčižiŋ Owáyawa school at camp
To Oceti Sakowin Camp (the main camp) directly
All of these have been verified - your money really is going directly to the causes listed.
Please think about the encounter at the heart of Thanksgiving as you gather with your nearest and dearest (and those you don't feel so near and dear toward) on Thursday. Give back.
New Department for Education rules mean that academics must show research to government two days before publishing.
The government announces a new policy requiring employers to register all workers who are not British citizens. (They have since kinda sorta climbed down on that one, but not really.)
Just to remind everyone where this is headed:
Image: Adam Jones, Ph.D. CC BY-SA 3.0
What badge would you have had to wear in a Nazi concentration camp?
I'd have had to wear a red triangle and a black triangle.
But the patness and the platitudes and the middle classness / privilege and the whiteness, my gods the whiteness, and aforementioned heterosexism and heteronormativity have left me feeing a bit down.
Anyway, have part 1 of my thoughts: things I liked and things I didn't like -- under the cut, because SPOILERS.
( Spoilers ahoy! )
N.B.: If you don't want to read the fic, skip straight to chapter 9, which is a most wondrous bibliography.
Known Associates (294881 words) by thingswithwings
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers/various OCs, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov (background), Tony Stark/Pepper Potts/James "Rhodey" Rhodes (background)
Additional Tags: LOTS OF TAGS
Summary: Steve Rogers isn't a self-made man. Or, how a tough little Brooklyn fairy got turned into Captain America, and then turned back.
(Yes, I know this clip is from The First Avenger.)
So I've (of course) been reading aaaaaaaaaaall the Steve/Bucky fics I can find. And in my searches on AO3, I found a link to this rather wonderful post on tumblr.
*sighs* And lo, my heart was glad :-)
I couldn't get to sleep last night, thinking about it, and during the day today, more incidents have come to mind. And the thing that bothers me most about it is not what you might think.
N.B. I have made this post public in case reading it is helpful for anyone dealing with similar issues. All comments will be screened. I have first, final, and only say over which comments are posted and which are deleted.
( The following is a recounting of all the incidents that are bothering me. They are none of them overtly violent or dangerous. They may nevertheless be disturbing or triggering to you depending upon your own life experiences. Please take care of yourself in choosing whether or not to read the following. )
I am a feminist, and always have been, yet in none of these cases -- none of them -- did it ever occur to me that I could say "Stop" or "No". The thought simply never entered my head. The most that I ever did was attempt to negotiate, either with the assailant, or with myself.
That is what is so disturbing to me: that the idea that I could have any control over what was happening to my own body, that I had any rights over what was happening to my body, was not even part of my world. That those people chose to assault me, whether or not they believed that was what they were doing at the time, is a tiny, insignificant detail next to that fact.
The idea that I have absolute rights and first and final say over what happens to my body is still difficult for me to grasp, deep down, even though it is one I have consciously espoused for all of my adolescent and adult life. I have to pause, think, deliberately choose it. And that is seriously fucked.
I want to be clear: I do not believe this is a personal failing. I know it is a direct result of a culture so steeped in misogyny, so deeply rooted in patriarchy, that a middle-aged, feminist woman can go her whole life without realising that her bodily autonomy is a right, not a vague possibility that needs case by case negotiation.
Perhaps it is a result of the freeze response to threat; perhaps it is a result of a more generalised dissociation due to childhood trauma; perhaps it is a part of how women keep ourselves alive by playing nice with our harrassers and assailants. All I know right now is that it is seriously fucked, and I need to make it stop.
( A final example, with some hope. )
So I am making some progress, and I celebrate myself for that. But simply realising how deeply embedded this is within me is so, so tiring.
There are former LJers who would like to return, but their friends lists have been deserted.
Let's all welcome them back with open arms and show them that LJ is very much alive!