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brat summer is OVER

time for DEAD POETS SOCIETY AUTUMN

lesbians stevebucky

lesbians stevebucky where bucky was a red cross nurse who got captured from her camp near the front lines, and steve tried enlisting multiple times despite not being male. then, as per america standards with their dumb little ploys, end up getting steve portrayed as a man for the war efforts after erskine found him for the serum.

like over the 70 years she was on ice, it comes out steve was a woman ( shocker ) and peggy and howard spends a good chunk of their lives making sure people still understand that that's the person who took out hydra, and so when steve walks up she's not really used to how people just /know/.

and then there's bucky who basically ended up being the mould for the red room, the most well trained and efficient winter soldier they'd had to date, who knew how to shoot very well thanks to her old life ( say, her family taught her to do things like that, and later was the sniper with a 'god-given talent' from cap's original team )

( stevie can be short for stephanie, but because of that he goes by steve according to the 'comics' while james can be a girls name and while bucky is arguably GN, we can pretend bucannon is too )

always reach for the stars. do what you believe in. choose your own direction in life.

if not for yourself, for neil perry.

but you know what really gets to me? how deeply and instinctively steve associates bucky with solace. with love. with mutual devotion.

he sees bucky again for the first time since 1945, standing on the business end of a gun, and through the pain and shock of this earth-shattering revelation, what does he say? what is the only thought he keeps coming back to? "even when i had nothing, i had bucky." which is such a powerful and, and intimate line, it knocks the breath out of you.

he has a moment to himself to gather his thoughts, and where does his mind travel to? to the lowest point of his life. the day he had to bury the only parent he had ever known, and found himself entirely alone in the world. yet the focus of that memory isn't so much on steve's grief, as you would expect; it's rather on bucky's comforting presence, his support, his unconditional affection. it's bucky offering to be steve's home, both literally and figuratively, and reminding steve that this, this thing between them, it's forever, no matter what.

there's just, this unspoken but very palpable tenderness between them, that steve keeps calling back to throughout the movie.

even when bucky's actively shooting at him, stabbing him, punching him with all the superhuman strength in his arm, steve doesn't see a heartless killing machine that must be stopped. even beaten to a pulp and on his way to bleeding to death, when steve looks up at bucky, he only ever sees the boy who loved him. the boy he has loved his whole life.

and now, now bucky's the one who has nothing. bucky's been stripped of everything: his name, his humanity, his sense of self, his freedom, his past. his entire life. for the past 70 years, he has been nothing but a weapon passed from hand to hand, used and brutalized without remorse.

and steve walks into that helicarrier determined to show him that what bucky told him that day, all those years ago? it goes both ways. that even now that bucky's got nothing, he still has steve, even if bucky doesn't remember that yet.

steve takes his helmet off, and lets go of his shield, and lays himself bare to bucky's rage - makes himself vulnerable in every way he possibly can - to show bucky that no matter what, there is one person in this world who loves him, and always will. that he's not alone, not anymore. steve will never let that happen again, even if it costs him his own life.

like god, if that isn't tenderness, i don't know what is.

Regulus: sitting in James’ lap, clearly upset

James: What’s the matter?

Regulus: (aggressively) My brother.

James: What about him?

Regulus: He’s over there being gross and kissing Remus.

James: And this is bad because…

Regulus: Because if I tell him to stop then he’ll call me a hypocrite and tell me to get off of you.

James: Ah, and we can’t have that.

Regulus: (snuggling closer) No, we can’t.

i lied. put your clothes back on. we're going to watch dead poets society while i psychoanalyse every character and express my thoughts after every scene cut.

right wtf 🧍

the black brothers gossip. 100%. and when they do james and remus just watch in awe, because the conversation goes from english to rapid-fire frenglish and they aren’t even sure sirius and regulus are breathing, and the brothers get so loud the whole common room watches them like a tense quidditch match because they think they’re arguing, when in reality, they’re shittalking about dumbass gilderoy lockheart