I always found it a bit odd. Hilarious, but it raised too many questions. When did Steve make these? Why did Steve make these? How did he manage to be so cheesy and overly sincere knowing how much crap he would get from the other Avengers for it?
Well, today my sister told me her headcanon. Picture the scene. Steve leans on the back of a chair, as above. Peter immediately launches into ‘So, you got detention…’. Cap blinks. Peter awkwardly tries to explain. It turns out Cap has no idea what videos he means, and neither do any of the other Avengers.
So they get in touch with the company who made them, and they swear blind that it was really the real Captain America, and that it all his idea. That he came in and said how much he wanted to help the youth of today.And the Avengers all lose it because someone is running around doing an unbelievably good impression of Captain America, they could have destroyed his reputation, they could have infiltrated the Avengers; and instead all they are apparently using it for is to make silly, embarrassing videos.
It’s completely baffling. Who could possibly be behind it all?
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So, D&D feels here but you know, paladins aren’t rare in the way most people seem to think of them. It is not inborn talent, so much, sometimes, especially in the case of the paladin. With the new 5th edition especially, it’s made even more explicit that they do not always dedicate themselves to gods, but rather to ideals. And maybe it means nothing to cynics, but, hey.
There are two ways to right a wrong. Punish the evildoer, or do kindness for the unfortunate in equal measure. First option’s easier, probably should be taken before moving on to the second one, but the second option’s worth doing.
A paladin isn’t always clad in shining white armor on an impressive, majestic steed, lance in hand as he races towards a descending dragon.
Sometimes a paladin is a dark, skinny-armed girl who grew up in the slums who should know nothing but survival, clawing for every piece of bread she can see, standing defiantly over the body of a fallen beggar, between him and the disdainful guardsman who was ready to beat him to death over a few allegedly stolen bread.
Sometimes a paladin is a grizzled old man whose knees are going on bad on him, who walks everyday to the unmarked graves of prostitutes and the nobodies who die in droves and water the flowers he’s planted on them, telling them stories like they are old friends.
Sometimes a paladin is a cook in the temple’s kitchen, who watches the priests feast on good food while others starve. Who purses her lips and shoves every scrap of food leftover for the day into baskets, which she then passes out in the slums with staunch faith that one day things will change. She might lack the power and the authority to turn the corrupt temple on its head, but someone else will, and until that day she knows she’s in the position to ease some pain from the despondent and she will fucking keep doing that until they kill her for it. Because she believes. Because she makes a choice to stay, to risk her living. Because she says, “This is not right” and takes action to remedy it, no matter how temporary or how small.
