#yes #yes this so very much #it’s easy to be an asshole in a world full of assholes #especially when you have/had a shit life and have/had some nasty shit happened to you #but to still be kind #not to waver #to stay who you are #is a very hard thing to do #it’s easy to love #and it’s easy to hate #but it takes strength to be gentle and kind #and this is why every single superhero in the marvel universe looks up to steve #clint said it himself #steve brings out the best out of people #when you’re around steve you want to do what’s right because of the sheer power of steve’s goodness #oh god #steve i love you so much it actually pains me please send help
And this is why I love Steve Rogers and I refuse to buy into this crap that “writing Good Guys is boring” and “let’s grim him up a bit, make him more into Grim Brooding Dark Superhero Name Here, that’ll be interesting.”
Writing Good Guys is never boring.
The ridiculous thing about Steve Rogers is that he is everything that is brave, earnest and true. And no, he’s not perfect, he’s not a saint, he’s sassy and snarky and occasionally trips face first into the Land of Adorkable. (All right, maybe not occasionally. Maybe all the flippin’ time.) But good is awesome. Good rocks. Good doesn’t mean soft and weak and boring.
Doing the Right Thing is hard and it hurts like a sumbitch at times and you’ll get crap thrown at you every which way but Steve Rogers keeps going and somehow manages to stay kind and still be this sweetheart, despite everything else that would’ve broken other people long ago.
Somehow you read about Steve being playful and pretending that he doesn’t understand modern technology but is probably the biggest techie geek there is. You read about Steve saving puppies and kittens and telling a wide-eyed six year old girl that she can be Captain America when she grows up if she wants to be. You read about Steve charming little old ladies and respecting the hell out of women in general and you can bet your ass he’s not some chauvinistic asshole with entitlement issues. You read about skinny Steve and you realize Captain America’s always been in him, even when he didn’t have the strength to match that superhero heart of his. You read about Steve trolling the hell out of his teammates and Tony goes “SON OF A BITCH WHO KNEW?!” and Clint cackles over and over because this is rich, this is awesome, Captain America’s a little trolling shit and PHIL DID YOU SEE THAT?
And Bucky would’ve told him, Steve’s always been a punk, didn’t you fellas know that?
And the Howling Commandos would’ve had some stories about their crazy C.O. and the shenanigans he came up with and that Steve ran a mixed-race unit with a couple of soldiers from not even in the US ARMY and took no guff from anyone who complained about that.
And Natasha doesn’t ever get disappointed in this good man, when she’s been disappointed by so many so called “good men” and she starts to believe.
And that’s the Steve Rogers story I’ll never get tired of reading. Or writing.
Fuck boring. Steve Rogers will never be boring. He’s my hero too.
Did I reblog this already? I don’t care because IT GOT BETTER.
“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”
― Simone Weil
Even better? It’s not just MCU Steve that’s like this. I’m reading some of the late 70’s/early 80’s issues right now, and what do we see but a Steve Rogers who spends two or three issues fighting a blockbuster who’s trying to burn Steve’s neighbors out of their homes so his employer can put up a shopping center - and the neighbors are a black special ed teacher, a Jewish glassblower, a white guy with a college degree who’s a firefighter because it’s the right thing to do, and a little old lady who’s a Holocaust survivor who was saved by Captain America in ‘45 (and doesn’t know who he is because he kept his mask on). Later in the run he reestablishes contact with a childhood friend who’s gay and living with his boyfriend, and not only does Steve not recoil in horror, he defends their love as every bit as valid and worthy of respect as his relationship with his girlfriend.
And the issues aren’t boring, and Steve isn’t a self-righteous goody-goody. He blows his deadlines at work (he’s a freelance artist), he makes a fool of himself a couple of time romancing the pretty glassblower, he makes mistakes, he’s guilt-stricken because he let Bucky AND a poor guy named Roscoe who tried to sub for him as Cap die, and he makes mistakes. It’s sweet and funny and yes, it’s clearly for kids and younger teens, but you know what? These issues are well written and drawn, and as dated as they are in some ways, they’re so much more enjoyable than the grim, bitter wreck we see in the current comics, or the neocon jerkwad from Ults.
Maybe, just maybe, the comics industry needs to remember to let their good guys be good for a change.
This, so much! EXACTLY THIS!
nightman sneaky and mean spider inside my dreams I think I love you you make me wanna cry you make me wanna die I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you nightman
Fudge recipe on a headstone
I feel like I should make this just to be able to say a dead person taught me how to make it. Maybe I’ll do it for Halloween.
I desperately hope that she spent her entire life telling people that they could have her fudge recipe “over my dead body.”
That last comment is absolutely worth reblogging.
That is awesome.
This is so vague I love it. The voices you are hearing are real, god is speaking to you. The nation of France needs you. Don your armor, take up arms, lead the French army. This is your destiny, joan. When the flames come for you let them lick your bones and laugh.