A Superhero's Blog

Oh, no, of course, you’re right. My mistake.


Oh, no, of course, you’re right. My mistake.




tumblr was so much better in the 90s

tumblr wasn’t created until 2007


Best of Chris Evans at San Diego Comic Con 2014
Once you get this you have to say 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favorite followers (Non-Negotiable)

This is ridiculously hard!!

1) My sarcastic sense of humor, even if it goes over the heads of most people I know.

2) My ability to laugh easily. I don’t enjoy my laugh all that much but I like that I can laugh.

3) My eyes. They’re hazel and a great mix between brown and green.

4) Most people find it really easy to talk to me in person.

5) The fact that I don’t give up on writing even though the things I write aren’t all that impressive.

Okay I’m done.

tear you apart? what like your family was torn apart? Wait who am I kidding it was never together in the first place!

That almost hurts, but I think I’ll focus that anger on HYDRA since they’re the ones who had my parents killed in the first place.






Send a ‘!!!’ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing in the shower with me.

Tony couldn’t remember the last time he felt this grimy after fighting off some mucus monster, but then again, mucus was never delightful and he was thankful he was at least covered by the suit. It didn’t stop him from feeling fucking grossed out.

He was in the middle of rinsing shampoo from his hair (again) when he heard a noise and immediately turned around, hissing when some of it fell in one of his eyes, the other eye clear though and Tony was pretty sure he’d never fallen speechless so fast.

"Uh…Cap? This shower is occupied. Not that I’m exactly opposed to seeing you naked in my shower, but what are you doing? To say this is unexpected is a serious understatement," he rambled on as he rubbed his eye, trying to clear it of the shampoo and it stung like a bitch too.

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send a ♞ to my inbox and i’ll generate a random sentence from this generator for my muse to say to yours

"Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?"

Steve tugged the blanket away from Tony, looking a little sullen to be asked. “I don’t know…” He eventually answered with a thoughtful sigh.

His eyes finally glanced up and back to the TV screen, and the irritating message Netflix was interrupting their Dog Cops marathon every six episodes or so with, asking if they were still watching, almost as if concerned for their wellbeing.

“It’s okay if you want to stop, but I wish it’d let us decide for ourselves.”

Tony tilted his head.

"I think Netflix wants to check and make sure we haven’t died." He immaturely tugged the blanket back and gave Steve a look because he’d finally found a warm and comfortable position on the couch and Steve was being a greedy grouch.

"I can’t believe we’re watching this much Netflix to be honest. But I say we should keep on going. We can be lazy slobs for one day."



Send a ‘♨’ for my muses reaction to yours making them breakfast.

The scent of bacon pulled Tony from the innards of his suit and he followed his nose to the culprit holding the plate.

"Cap. Did you make me breakfast? What…I just had lunch a few hours ago."

"And then a few more hours passed, and you should have had dinner, and then a few more hours, and you’ve should’ve slept, and now it’s breakfast."

"I think you’re exaggerating. Someone who nags me constantly would have reminded me that it’s dinner time and threatened to bodily remove me from the work bench if I didn’t come with them immediately. This person sound like anyone you know?"

I don’t want you anywhere near this baby



Tony looks around in total confusion.

"Baby? What baby?"

Steve gestures to the 10x 10 box in his hands, it’s cheap cardboard, the type baked goods typically are packed in.

"This one. Same goes for Barton. Off limits."

He eyes the box suspiciously. “I’m suddenly inclined to go near it.”