Does majoring and minoring in topics I enjoy make projects easier to comprehend? Yes. Does it also suck the joy out of my childhood interests? Also yes.
When a trope in a fandom is so overdone, but you really don’t care and just want to read another interpretation of the same exact events. Like, are time travel and self-insert tropes overdone? Yes. Do I still gobble it up when it’s well written? Also yes.
The Doctor liked to be a hero, a dashing knight on a time travelling blue stead. If you were to ask the Doctor if they were a hero; they’d scoff, say a witty retort, and shuffle towards the nearest danger. Maybe “liked” was the wrong word. Wanted, needed was better. “He was too busy burning them” the Doctor told Bill when she asked about the Master, then Missy. What the Doctor omitted, was their place beside Koschei as the dying flames of stars painted their faces in red. The Doctor wasn’t ashamed of their past except they were. If the Doctor talked about the horror of the Time War, if the Doctor said they killed two species at the same time, and if they blamed their emotional disconnect on it then it wasn’t a lie. Not really. It just wasn’t the whole truth. No one, not even the Master (thedrumswereeversouseful), remembered what the Doctor did. So no, the Doctor was no hero on a blue horse riding into battle to protect the weak. The Doctor was a villain tired of being rejected. Tired of being alone. Just so tired.
Steve signing up for the Army to serve his country. Steve waking up to a world where his name is a symbol and not Steve. Steve being forced into a roll of commander and leader when he was really just a kid from Brooklyn. Just another soldier. Steve who didn’t want to leave Bucky alone but he really just wanted to find Steve again. Just like the Asset found who Bucky was and could be without Steve.
Robin having the biggest crush on Nancy, especially after seeing her with the sawed off shotgun, and not making any moves even after she comes out to her as bi. Because Robin knows that Nancy broke Steve’s heart and his trust. It was her that had to rebuild it and show him that he wasn’t a disappointment to everyone, that some people would stick around without hurting him or putting him down.
Even when Nancy starts flirting with her and Steve tells Robin to make her move. Even when ignoring Nancy’s advances means she will be the only single one in the group, Robin holds strong. The bro code wasn’t just made for straight dudes after all.
Robin would much rather third-wheel Steve and Eddie on all of their dates. Watch them get all ooey-gooey and mushy with each other until it makes her want to puke. She’d find the girl of her dreams eventually and it wouldn’t be a girl that hurt her other half. It wouldn’t be Vickie or Nancy but someone that would love Steve as much as she does. Until then, she would deal with the excess testosterone and boy smell just as long as she could see Steve and Eddie happy together. (And having her third-wheel with them kept them having fun and enjoying themselves too).
This is not including all the children who are lifeless underneath the rubble and not including the ones that were obliterated to the point where they cannot be identified. Free Palestine
Steve looked through his overgrown fringe at the faded red slurs covering the concrete slab. He grabbed the rag out of his back pocket and tossed it into the soapy bucket with a splash. It was the second time this month that the bucket had made an appearance at the grave of Eddie Munson. Steve didn’t know why he felt he needed to do this, visit the grave of a long dead man, someone he’d honestly not known. Yet, here he was with wet cloth in hand scrubbing at red spray paint. He assumed it was guilt, an old friend of his. Had been there since he first swung that studded bat. Since Barb never crawled back out his pool. Wayne left town two months ago. He kept seeing ghosts in every corner and couldn’t stand to stay in a town that killed his nephew. Wayne still visited this same grave every few weeks. Maybe that was why Steve knelt in front of the stone and let cold water slide down under his sleeves. The red slowly faded as the words “Eddie Munson” stood out starkly again. The grave was still a pristine pale grey unlike Barb’s that had started to darken. Mildew stained part of her stone now. Steve would need to clean her’s after this. Hargrove’s wasn’t too far from hers so he might as well make the pompous man’s stone shine like Billy’s earring shone during class. Maybe Mad Max would wake up to see Steve’s hard work. Hargrove didn’t get visitors now that Max lay unconscious in bed. She’d been moved back home recently to the joyous despair of her mother. Steve had taken up visiting Billy in her place. He’d share a beer and cigarette with Billy’s grave. Half of the bottle poured into the grass. Steve put the rag back into the bucket and leaned back onto his heels. His hands ached something fierce, but he still had two other people (not graves never graves) to see.
Steve signing up for the Army to serve his country. Steve waking up to a world where his name is a symbol and not Steve. Steve being forced into a roll of commander and leader when he was really just a kid from Brooklyn. Just another soldier. Steve who didn’t want to leave Bucky alone but he really just wanted to find Steve again. Just like the Asset found who Bucky was and could be without Steve.
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