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Hello, anon, and thank you for the question.
This topic has been studied by by researchers for years. There are three prevailing theories that I will relay to you now.
1. It keeps him on the ground.
You may notice in the gif above that Chris’ leg starts to rise as he laughs, possibly a precursor to his entire body undergoing a sort of lift off due to his joy. Chris then employs his upper body strength to force himself to obey the laws of gravity.
2. To check on his physique.
As you may be aware, anon, it takes a lot of hard work to maintain a superhero body. Chris is concerned that in the time he has spent sitting down, sans working out or eating, he has lost muscle mass. Understandably, he feels the need to make sure that he is still a specimen.
3. Object permanence.
Object permanence is a term applied to the understanding that an object still exists even when you cannot see it. Chris closes his eyes when he laughs, making him unable to see that he has not disappeared. By grabbing his left boob, Chris knows that he has not somehow ceased to exist.
I hope this helps.
Sergeant James Barnes grabbed his lieutenant’s elbow right before the firing squad set their rifles to their shoulders.
"Wait a minute," he said.
His lieutenant raised an eyebrow.
"Make them take off their uniforms first," said Barnes. "We always need spares."
His lieutenant nodded grimly and gave the order.
Bucky always combed through the bodies when they had the chance. Steve didn’t have the stomach for it and would have preferred Bucky didn’t either. Gabe needed a pair of boots, though, and Dum Dum’s helmet had never fit in the first place, so.
Bucky unlaced the knot a dead man had tied probably only a couple of hours before. He pried dead fingers off ammo.
He was sure someone would have done the same to him if their roles had been reversed.
Walking behind Steve through the forest, marching when he was next to him. Bucky knew there was a difference. Steve marched with his back ramrod straight, daring the world to try to let him down.
But Bucky had never expected much from the world and he could never be shocked at how raw the deal he had been dealt was.
He walked because Steve was up ahead.
But he’d have happily crawled or blended into shadows or frozen in one place so long that maybe he’d just become part of the trees and the snow.
To be honest, it was the Winter Soldier that looked out through a ten year old’s eyes when a smaller boy needed someone to be tougher, someone to break the world apart to make it take the shape only the smaller boy could see.
That was the first day: a child who saved another child because one of them thought maybe if the man just knew what was wrong about what he was doing he’d change….
….and the other child picked up a brick.
Giving him a metal arm and a black hole of a life didn’t make him. Grabbing the brick did.