#steve tuttle

[michiruspens]

Found an unopened hockey pack from dollarama while decluttering. I stopped buying hockey cards more or less around 2019 so there's nothing too recent here. I used to buy any mixed packs I saw with any of the pens visible. Time to get my binders out again, reorganize everything and visit dollarama to buy packs cause I've almost 5 years of hockey cards to catch up on XD

[dompler]

i cant stand this show actually

[krispyweiss]

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Day Two, Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, Calif., Oct. 5, 2024

It was strictly bluegrass to kick off Day Two of Hardly Strictly Bluegrass as the Dry Branch Fire Squad offered stories about HSB founder Warren Hellman and songs of the Civil War and death and Jesus alongside instrumentals on the Banjo stage. There were no amps during the day-opening set that found the quartet playing and singing into shared mics and telling slow-to-develop tales with good humor.

Later in the day, Moonalice would grace the Towers of Gold audience with the second “White Rabbit” of the festival - following Molly Tuttle’s Oct. 4 version - and Tuttle would return with Golden Highway to back Steve Earle for a set that included a surprise appearance from Emmylou Harris on “Goodbye” and a rare festival encore of “This Land is Your Land” to end Oct. 5 in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park.

As a warm morning turned to a sweltering afternoon that found festivalgoers gathering in shady areas and leaving sun-drenched stretches of grass empty, Jobi Riccio and her rhythm section created a stripped-back, Hejira-era Joni Mitchell/Harris hybrid for the Rooster-farians, as the emcee called those gathered at Rooster stage. Playing during Buddy Miller’s daylong Cavalcade of Stars, Riccio surely earned some new fans.

Showcasing their new How to Make Mistakes LP, Fruition entertained the Swan stage shade-seekers as the quintet with multiple lead singers and multi-instrumentalist members took a a Bandian approach to 21st-century Americana with faux-blood harmonies buttressing ballads like ���Still on My Mind.”

Following immediately on the adjacent Towers of Gold, Moonalice - with drummer John Molo, guitarist Barry Sless, singer Lester Chambers, bassist Pete Sears and others - turned in a hugely entertaining and soulful set that included the front-line trio of female vocalists leading the large band through such covers as Marvin Gaye’s “You’re all I Need to Get By” the Grateful Dead’s “Bird Song,” “(Turn on Your) Lovelight” and the aforementioned Airplane number.

Back on the Rooster for the ongoing Cavalcade, former Carolina Chocolate Drop Dom Flemons played bones, harmonica, guitar and quills on traditional songs to demonstrate what being an American Songster is all about. As he performed Elizabeth Cotten’s “Freight Train,” on guitar and “Brown Skinned Girl” on harmonica, Flemons proved himself the rare solo-acoustic performer who could hold a field full of festivalgoers in rapt (near) silence.

But he also had assistance from the Red Dirt Boys - who’d previously played a rich-gumbo show of their own - on original country and western songs from Traveling Wildfire and an old-timey rendition of “Going Down the Road Feeling Bad,” as he danced with rubbery legs of joy. A couple of false starts added to the spontaneous nature of this surprise mini-set.

Carlene Carter provided midafternoon lunchtime country music as the Sound Biteses prepared for Mavis Staples on the Banjo. And she did not disappoint, cooling down the afternoon with such hopeful numbers as “I’m Just Another Soldier,” “Handwriting on the Wall” “Respect Yourself” and “Freedom Highway” as she declared the healing power of music and her gruff, joyful laugh.

“We come to bring you some joy, some happiness, some inspiration - we want you to feel good,” Staples said.

And she made people feel just that though it was disheartening to see the 85-year-old American treasure needing to sit during a portion of her show, which she did not do in Ohio several months ago.

Earle, Tuttle & Golden Highway ended the day with 75 minutes - HSB’s longest performance - and opened with “Warren Hellman’s Banjo.” The show was a little under-rehearsed but a prime example of live music without a net with songs from the Del McCoury-Earle joint the Mountain, a cover of Little Feat’s “Willin’” and perhaps the most-emphatic version of “Copperhead Road” to date.

“This turned out exactly the way I wanted it to,” an exuberant Earle said with a comment that summed up Mr. and Mrs. Sound Bites’ day perfectly.

Read Sound Bites’ HSB Day One coverage here.

10/6/24

[cursedamericandad]

Father-son bonding

[letterboxd-loggd]

Tomorrow Is Another Day (1951) Felix E. Feist

September 7th 2023

[ghassanrassam]

1957 publisher Steve Cochran slanders TV personally Van Johnson who refuses to submit to blackmail

[streamondemand]

'Tomorrow is Another Day' – love on the run on Max

Steve Cochran and Ruth Roman are fugitives on the run in the low-key film noir Tomorrow is Another Day (1951). Cochran is Bill Clark, a 34-year-old man who leaves prison after serving more than half his life behind bars, and Ruth Roman is Cay, a hard-shell dame at a dime-a-dance joint mixed up with a corrupt cop. A bad bounce of fate sends both of them on road, two strangers tossed together on…

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Wanted: Dead or Alive Season One 1958-1959

[sevenmerrymagpies]

WIP Weekend

Make me write!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP for each emoji!

🐺 Werewolf Stobin Roadtrip (Destination Unknown) - Robin and her bestie werewolf go on a Cryptid hunting road trip with Eddie and Vickie (Gen Stobin with Steddie & Rovickie established romances)

👓 Barb Survives - Because Steve is autistic, Barb survives (based on my "If I had to make Steve autistic" post). (Gen & starts with canon Stancy)

🍼 Baby Sister aka The Au Pair AU - Alternate Stobin meeting. After season 2, Steve's parents bring home a baby sister and an au pair before abandoning all three of them in Hawkins. Everything is already overwhelming, but the worst part is that the au pair only speaks French. That's Steve's cue to find the best French tutor in school - Robin Buckely. (Gen, Stobin besties end game)

A little bit from the next chapter of 🐺 Destination Unknown below the cut

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Once they were situated inside the motel room, each couple laying on top of their claimed bed for the night, Robin dug through her satchel and grabbed her notebook and the Bible for the trip – Mysterious America.

"Alright," Robin murmured as she opened her notes. "Uh, there was a popular teenage hangout area in a swamp near the Saline River called Tuttle's Bottom. No, wait, Tuttle Bottoms."

"Evocative," Eddie chuckled as he bounced down on his bed. 

"Just where I want to make out, a swamp," Steve added, laying behind Eddie and wrapping his arms around him while they listened to Robin. 

[wulfums]

So the basics of my future American Dad timeline is this

- Rick, Klaus and Halligan move out while Rick is pregnant with their second kid.

- Klaus is still forcibly fished, so the kid Happened using AI. Like. Artificial Insemination. Klaus did NOT get cucked by ChatGPT

- That kid is 100% human and straight up looks like Klaus did when he was little and it makes him emotional constantly

- At this point, Halligan and Rogu are 6, Steve is 18 and in college, Roger and Rogu are literally never moving out of Stan and Francines house, Jeff and Hayley moved out and Hayleys going to have her first kid. Stan and Francine are just chillin.

- When Klaus and Rick move out, everyones upset because they assume theyre going to move far away. Theyre literally moving next door but they choose to not correct the family so they can hear what everyones gonna miss abt them. They even have a going away party for them. But they didnt tell Halligan- so now shes threatening to run away so she doesnt have to leave her bestie Rogu. So they have to come clean and no ones happy with the fact they let everyone be so upset for no reason. But they make up for it by having a kickass housewarming party dw.

- Rick and Klaus find out they functionally cant die from old age because of how fucky wucky the mind swap tech is. At first theyre like “oh shit thats cool.” Then theyre told this does not apply to their kids. So theyre not as excited anymore bcuz they dont want to outlive their kids. It also means theyre stuck with Roger and Rogu forever, who are also immortal. Rick and Klaus choose not to tell anyone.

- Steve and Snot are gay but what else is new.

- Steve and his friends move in together after college. They are functionally basically a polycule atp. The house is Toshi’s but he doesnt charge them rent even though Hideki is like “Yeah you probably should.”

- Steve and Snot adopt at least one kid

- Barrys parents had another kid and kind of pushed that kid onto him so he was like “Well. Guess im a dad now.”

- Tuttle and Esther are a thing now. So Tuttle is Snots dad for real this time.

- Reginald and Jasper are married and traveling the world.

- Billy does not age and is having an existential crisis over it internally.

- Rogu and Halli are constantly getting into the same kinda shit Beavis and Butthead get themselves into. Theyre unable to not be menaces.

- By middle school, Halli speaks German pretty fluently. It was really important to Klaus that she learn.

- Ricklaus take couple trips semi-often. A lot of the time they pay Steve and his friends/boyfriends to watch their kids. Sometimes Hayley and Jeff. Sometimes Francine. Never Roger or Stan.

- Klaus is a stay at home dad. Rick makes insane bank selling paw photos pf feetfinder and funds their whole lifestyle.

- There is divergances in this au- based on wether Klaus somehow gets his human body back(Good Timeline) or stays fish (Fish Timeline)

Ermmm those are my thoughts so far

[thesweetnessofspring]

The Huntress and the Beast playlist

tracklist: hard way home by brandi carlile 🟠 indian summer by carling & will 🟡 war inside of me by lost dog street band 🟢 just like leaving by bella white 🟠 whisker twitchin' by andy thorn 🟡 honey on my tongue by steep canyon rangers 🟢 the hand of your raising by bella white 🟠 hold onto your soul by we banjo 3 🟡 down in the water by mipso 🟢 good enough by molly tuttle 🟠 in the morning light by billy strings 🟡 the great remember (for nancy) by steve martin & steep canyon rangers 🟢 lavender blue (dilly dilly) by burl ives 🟠 winter birds by ray lamontagne 🟡 winter song by reeve carney & eva noblezada 🟢 the tide by the lonely heartstring band 🟠 love's gonna live here by buddy miller & kacey musgraves 🟡 marry me monday by we banjo 3 🟢 evergreen by moon taxi & molly tuttle

read The Huntress and the Beast now on ao3

[rogers-attic]

what hasn’t tuttle done

[haliotropes]

Black Star (Rustin Cohle x OC)

11. and Hanging Around | Rated E

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The night of the raid, though that particular event was unbeknownst to her, Kenny drives home in a frantic blur. She isn't even sure how far she was or when she left the field or when she arrived. It was still dark at any rate. She goes inside, pats a worried Froggy on the head, and is sure to lock her doors. She locks her bedroom door. She barricades it with a nearby trunk. Whatever she encountered in that field is not getting her in her own home.

The next morning she wakes early, almost like an omen. Cracks an ice cold Diet Coke and turns on the seven o'clock news, waits through a handful of commercials for urgent reports.

“A firefight turned major drug bust broke out early this morning in a neighborhood within Iberia Parish,” a newswoman says. Kenny fumbles for the remote and turns up the volume. “At least 23 individuals were taken into custody, many of the neighborhood sustaining anywhere from minor to major injuries. There are no reports of fatalities at this time.”

Kenny's hands fly for her phone. She clumsily dials Rust's home phone, knowing for almost certain he's not even there. It rings out and goes to voicemail. She hangs up, dials Marty's house. Maybe if Rust didn't come home, Marty did, or if he didn't, then maybe Maggie would know where they are, or would know something.

Three rings. Kenny chews on her fingers. The sound changes and her heart nearly beats out of her chest.

“Hello?”

It's Maggie. Kenny sighs in relief that she at least gets to talk to someone.

“Hey, Mags, it's Kenny. Have you heard from Marty this morning?”

“Um, no, I haven't. Why?”

Kenny bites on her lip, wondering how much to divulge- not that she knew much herself.

“He and Rust went on a job last night. They wouldn't tell me what. I think I just saw the aftermath on the news and I just, I needed to know if you knew-”

“That drug bust?”

“Yeah. But don't call Steve or anybody. It's… complicated.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“If you're working today, stay by the phone. I'll call you when I know something.”

“Kenny…”

“I'll figure it out. I'll do something.”

She hangs up. The something is loaded and weighs heavy on her tongue. She has no idea what that something is or if it even exists. What's she supposed to do, drive around the south part of the state and hope she bumps into them?

She only wants to feel like she has some semblance of control, of responsibility. In reality, there's nothing more she can do than get cleaned up and go do her job, try to ignore the double gut punch of what Tuttle had said to her the night before, and now having no clue where Marty or Rust are and if they're alright.

There is no possibility of a normal day, but Kenny tries. She cleans herself up and drives to work. Drifts into the office and types up the copy for the article Doucet had given to Stephon about gator populations. Discussion of the drug bust was inevitable.

“Did you hear about Iberia?” Asks Stephon from two desks down. Kenny flexes her hand and sets down her pen; she'd been writing Fish & Wildlife Department phone numbers to call.

“Saw it on the news,” is all she says.

“Wonder who'll get it,” Stephon says. Kenny doesn't have the heart or the energy to say that she hopes it isn't her. Call it a conflict of interest or selfishness. If that's where Marty and Rust were last night, she knows she needs to stay away from it.

There's still no news by midday. Kenny makes her calls, writes up more than what's required of her- well, Stephon- for the population article, and turns it in. The cursor of her mouse lingers over a document she could blow dust off of, but she opens it anyway.

The King's Court: My Day with the Killer of Erath

It was a shit title but she was feeling wistful when she wrote it. Kenny's eyes skim over the rough starting paragraph.

“It is strange to say, but I had the feeling early on that he wasn't going to kill me. Why he went to all the trouble to kidnap me in the first place only to have a ten-minute conversation is beyond me. But then again, it's beyond my pay grade to rationalize the mind of a serial killer.”

Plenty of it doesn't make sense and the rest isn't very good. It's dishonest to imply she doesn't try to rationalize anyone's behavior. She knows why he went after her. This wouldn't make for a good diary-entry and it sure as shit won't pass for a decent narrative piece. Kenny deletes the whole thing.

She leaves the office at four, but not before calling Maggie and checking in. Still nothing. Kenny's best idea now is to drive around and pray her scanner picks up something. Anything.

She makes it about twenty miles east until she does.

"We've got EMS en route to Lafayette General, one individual."

Thankfully, Kenny's on an empty gravel road because she slams on the breaks and drifts around.

"10-84, three individuals."

Kenny's mouth goes dry. One person in an ambulance, three in a coroner's vehicle. Maybe it isn't even them.

But she feels it in her gut. Something happened. Some shoe dropped. She doesn't have the wherewithal to question when the second will fall.

-

Kenny stumbles from her Camaro when she spots Rust's truck in the parking lot of the hospital. She runs in, barely slows her gait at reception, who directs her to the third floor. ICU.

The elevator is painfully slow. The creaking doors slide open to reveal a mess of cops, none of whom Kenny recognizes. Over their hats, she spots Maggie's brunette ponytail so she shoulders through the small throng. With Maggie is Marty.

Her chest collapses in relief. Kenny runs and catches Marty in a hug just as he turns around.

“Good to see you too, kiddo.”

Kenny pulls away to look at his bright blue eyes. He's riding some adrenaline high, though from what, Kenny still isn't sure, and she doesn't want to make assumptions.

“Where's Rust? Is he okay?”

Kenny's hands squeeze into Marty's forearms at the sudden thought of only one of them making it out-

“Ken?”

But there he is, turning from a conversation with- Speece, actually, but that means nothing to Kenny. Later, she'd feel embarrassed and slightly guilty about the immediate display of affection, but as soon as she sees him, exhausted but somehow wide awake, clothes soaked through with sweat and every bit of the last 48 hours evident on his body, she runs to him and wraps her arms around his lithe waist. At first, he doesn't return the gesture, if only for a moment. Kenny doesn't know what that moment means and she doesn't care. He's alive, he's here, and that's all that matters.

But his arms do wrap around her, and when they do they do so tightly, his hands in fists.

“How'd you get here so fast?” He mutters against her hair.

“Police scanner,” is all Kenny says, sniffling into his filthy shirt. She didn't even notice she'd started crying but it's not like it mattered. “God, I thought- I thought you were dead. I thought he killed you somehow-”

“Nah, he didn't even get close.”

Kenny pulls away enough to look up at him.

“So you were there? Did… Did you kill him? Ledoux.”

Rust closes his mouth; something in his jaw ticks and he looks back at a room for a brief moment before looking over Kenny's head. “Let's find somewhere more private. We got a lot to talk about.”

And so, in an otherwise empty corner of a hallway, Kenny and Rust sit next to each other in chairs. Kenny's head rests on Rust's shoulder as he recounts the epic tale to her. She wants to be as close to him as possible. Absorb the danger, should anymore come. She never wants him to get hurt again.

“What was he like?” Kenny asks quietly as she mindlessly traces spirals into Rust's arm.

“Who, Ledoux?”

“Yeah.”

“We didn't have much time to bond.”

Kenny lifts her head. “I know that. I mean…did he talk about it? Carcosa, the yellow king, black stars?”

Rust is looking at the wall adjacent to them. Kenny can't tell if that look in his eye is recollection…or choice.

“He mentioned em. Died all the same. Why you wanna know?”

Now, he looks at her. Kenny looks away and picks at her nails. Lies.

“I guess I just wanted it to mean something.”

“Wanted what to mean something?”

Despite herself, Kenny's gaze flicks down to her hands.

“The deaths.”

After a beat, Rust leans forward.

“No, that's not what you meant.”

Kenny's heart stops, her eyes widen, meet his.

“What?”

“You weren't talking about those dead girls. You know death dunn't mean anything, that it's just the light going out.”

“Rust-”

“We both know their deaths meant nothing but the end. That has nothing to do with any of us, not even Ledoux. And you know that, so what are you really asking me?”

Did he mention me? Whoever is really in charge? Did he act the same to you he did to me?

Rusty speaks in Kenny's silence.

“What'd he say to you that day?”

Kenny grimaces. “I told you.”

Rust wipes his mouth and it twitches under his palm. “Did you tell me all of it?”

Kenny's breaths grow shallower as his doubt begins to grow inside of her like guilt. “I told you what you needed to know to help you get him-”

Rust's hands come away from his face in a sharp movement. “Well, since it didn't matter then, why don't you tell me now?”

“I was fuckin scared, alright, Rust?” Kenny pushes herself up from the chair and bites her thumbnail, watches as the black spots on the fringes of her vision eat into a fake plant in the corner. She takes a shaky breath. “Ledoux took one look at me and knew something that no one else did, that no one else understands. And I don't- I don't know if it's real or if he was crazy or if I'm crazy…”

Kenny flinches when she hears Rust stand so she whips around, but he brings his hands up to suggest caution, like she's a wounded animal. Like she might bite.

“Why'd he let you go, Ken?”

“He thought he had no business killing me. Because I'm like him or something. I think he just meant batshit insane, but I don't know-”

“What else did he say?”

Kenny exhales, pinches the bridge of her nose. She's tired of the questions. Of the way she can't lie to him.

“That I was born there…I asked if where we were was Carcosa, he said no. I asked if he was the king in yellow, he said no. He said that one day I'd be called to it.”

“Yeah…you mentioned that.”

“Which part?”

“There being more than one. You know, we got two guys at the site.”

Kenny shakes her head. “No…no. it's more than that.”

“If there's an accomplice, we'll find him.”

“They're gonna close the case. Tuttle’ll shut it down and then it'll happen again and he'll be right and I'll be called to it…” Kenny's wrapped her arms around herself, hyperventilating, her mind racing with the rust and dirt of that day with Ledoux.

“Ken,” Rust reaches a hand out, waits for her reaction. She doesn't flinch, doesn't shake, so he pulls her into him by her shoulder and holds her tight.

“And what if we got it right, hm?” He muses into her hair. “What if that was it, and Ledoux was trying to shake us off?”

“Then I think we'll have gotten very, very lucky.”

-

Rust hadn't gotten angry at her, not really. Or, maybe he had, but he knows it wasn't her fault.

He and Kenny had gone back to his place. He wanted to go to hers but he needed a shower and fresh clothes. He asked if Froggy would be alright. Kenny said she'd put in a doggy door after she had to replace the screen he'd busted out.

Rust damn near falls asleep in the shower. The hot water breaks through the dirt and sweat and blood and coke and whatever else of the past 48 hours. It pelts his skin, stings him, but he likes it. Needs it. He closes his eyes and listens to the faint sound of Kenny ordering a pizza. Of course, when Rust comes out and lands on the mattress, he is once again close to sleep. Through half lidded eyes, he watches Kenny attempt to tidy his space: straighten stacks and clean the counter and make little adjustments here and there.

He was angry because she was right, and it scared him. It scared him to see her scared, and the idea, the reality that maybe this wasn't all over, that they were still entrenched in this nightmare and would be until it happened again…

“Ken.”

She turns around, wide eyed despite the dark circles and redness and slow blinking. He hates that they had her worried.

“Yeah?”

Her voice breaks a little. Rust makes a gesture with his hand, the mere action wearing him out.

“Quit that and c’mere.”

Kenny hesitates, makes a small movement to set down whatever she's holding (looks like a random floppy disk), but then stops, but ultimately sets it in its pile and tiptoes over to the mattress. She doesn't lay next to him but sits with her back to the wall.

“You really should get a bed,” she says. Rust presses his face to her bare arm and sighs. He feels the goosebumps raise against his cheek.

“Mhm.”

“You might as well move some clothes to the farm for nights like these…”

Rust plants a feather light kiss to her arm before he can't keep his eyes open any longer. He falls asleep to the sensation of Kenny running her fingers through his hair, and he doesn't even wake up when the pizza comes by.

[krispyweiss]

Album Review: Various Artists - Live on Mountain Stage: Outlaws & Outliers

Given 21 songs and just over 90 minutes to encapsulate four decades of the “Mountain Stage” radio program, the curators at Oh Boy Records couldn’t have done much better than Live on Mountain Stage: Outlaws & Outliers.

That isn’t to say everything on the various-artists comp is going to resonate with every listener. In fact, with such stylistically diverse material as Wilco’s take on David Bowie’s “Space Oddity,” Eric Church’s trad-country “Sinners Like Me,” Indigo Girls’ pop-folk “Closer to Fine” and Alison Krauss’ balladic bluegrass number “Let Me Touch You for a While,” universal satisfaction seems unlikely.

But the LP succeeds in its mission. And the fact show host Kathy Mattea’s “Red-Winged Blackbird” and Oh Boy founder John Prine’s “Souvenirs” are tucked into the middle of the track list, rather than given the VIP spotlight, only adds to the charm of a collection of selections that also includes tracks from Molly Tuttle, Tyler Childers, Lucinda Williams, Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, Steve Earle, Béla Fleck and Abigail Washburn, Sierra Ferrell, Tim O’Brien, Margo Price Rhiannon Giddens, Jason Isbell and others.

With the foregoing in both full-band and intimate solo/duo settings, diversity is both the strength and the weakness of Outlaws & Outliers. For while the album doesn’t really hang together, it does bring together Mountain Stage’s vast array of musical offerings.

Grade card: Various Artists - Live on Mountain Stage: Outlaws & Outliers - B-

6/20/24

[cursedamericandad]

Car go through tunnel is debatably one of the funniest bits American Dad has ever done

[bucky-boychik-barnes]

Random bucky question timeeee

Do you think Bucky would have tattoos? Like maybe something small or just one or two? Or lots. Or do you think it depends on whether its canon or an AU?

I LOVE THIS ASK

Let's say in this one instance that Bucky is not acting as a good Jewish boy, as the Torah forbids voluntary tattoos. (Anything needed for a medical procedure, or done by force, doesn't count from my reading.)

So we know Bucky shipped to England before going to Italy, and probably was in England a few times to touch base with SSR as. Howlie. Let's say he was able to stop off in London to go visit Harry Burchett, who was the 'king of tattooists' at the time.

Edith in the poster in the background is his wife, I love her.

Anyway, back to our boy. He wouldn't get anything too big, even though Burchett's designs could run that way - there's a large chance his ma and rabbis are gonna kill him over a small one as it is. I also don't think he would get a militaristic or nationalist tattoo - he didn't enlist for a reason, and he's a member of the ACP for a reason.

I think he would get a sweet heart tattoo.

This is a Lyle Tuttle design instead of a Burchett, but it was a popular choice for soldiers at the time. I am sure Burchett had one in his own style.

The swallow represents a journey across the ocean because it is a bird that can go long distances and return home. So soldiers would get swallow and ribbon tattoos to serve as a companionship symbol to keep their sweethearts close to them while away at war.

Unfortunately, he can't get Steve's name, as much as he would like some way to feel closer to him at that moment. If he got blue carded, it would shame his whole family and community back home.

And he can't put 'Mom' there, Winifred Barnes is gonna be so disappointed as it is.

So I think he goes with 'Becca' for his youngest sister. It's somewhere conspicuous, like maybe his chest near his ribcage, to keep it close but out of sight.

By the time Rebekah gets to see it, she's an old woman but Bucky has barely changed