joe simon and

Jacob Kurtzberg (aka Jack Kirby), a Jewish veteran of WW2, would be 100 years old on August 28, 2017. This month we will see a lot from Marvel and DC Comics celebrating his Centennial because he created or co-created many of their great heroes, including (but not limited to):

Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, the original X-Men and Magneto, the Fantastic Four & Doctor Doom, Hulk, Black Panther, Ant-Man and Wasp, Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, Silver Surfer, Big Barda and Mister Miracle, Nick Fury and the Howling Commandos, Wonder Woman’s mother Hippolyta, Darkseid, the New Gods, Groot, the Kree, the Skrulls, the Inhumans, and Loki.

if you are a fan of any of these characters, it’s your duty to honor his legacy by opposing nazis and nazism in all forms.

This was Joe Simon. He was adorable. Look he’s got a Cap rubber ducky!

He created Captain America with Jack Kirby in 1940 (the first issue was dated March 1941). He was the first editor of Timely Comics, which later became Marvel.

He died in 2011 the same year that Captain America: the First Avenger came out. He’s not in it. Stan Lee is. No one knows why.

ETA: I’m lying. We know why Stan Lee is in the movie. It’s because they think it’s funny to put him in cameos in everything. And he did create the Howling Commandos, Peggy Carter and a lot of other characters in the movie. I just get salty when people say he created Captain America because he 100% did not. He didn’t start working for Marvel until like a decade later.

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This guy deserves the whole world in my opinion. He’s there every day to make us laugh, feel better or just for us to have someone. This guy spends so much just for us. And I’m not just talking about money. In a way he even gave up his freedom and I know that that’s his own choice but let me tell you HE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS.

I don’t really know what we can do to help him but please everyone SHOW HIM YOUR SUPPORT! He needs it now more than ever and I don’t care if it’s a dm, a comment on a picture, a comment on a video, a tweet or whatever. Just let him know that we are there for him and that we will do anything to support him and to make sure that he can keep making videos. Please just make sure that he notices how much his fans love and adore him and can’t live without him. Because honestly guys CALLUX IS AN AMAZING PERSON

simon imagine - play pretend

REQUESTED:   “an image about y/n and simon walking outside together as friends and y/n see’s one of her ex and simon pretends to be y/n’s boyfriend and make the ex jealous and simon is being all cute with her and in the end y/n kinda felt simon was actually her boyfriend"

sidenote: this is a lil different and is written from y/n’s pov but quite personally so ye tell me what you think

I think the worst part about a break up is the anticipation about seeing them afterwards. Because you know you will. Whether it’s five months down the line, or five years down the line, you’re gonna bump into them, and it’s gonna hurt. A lot.

The first few months are the worst; everybody creates heart palpitations. Any tall looking guy with curly hair - and there are a few of those around my area, believe me - are a warning sign upon first glance. But every time they’d turn around, and it would just be a false alarm.

It gets to a point where you almost hope it’s them. Not because you miss them, or you want to talk to them, or even want to see them…but you just wanna get it out of the way. You want to be able to say yes, it’s been five months, and yes, that one strand of hair still falls over his forehead like it used to, and yes, his eyes still sparkle just as much; but I don’t care anymore. I don’t need to worry about that anymore.

No matter how over an ex you think you are, deep down you know you wanna look good that first time. You want to make them regret. It’s not an ‘I want you back thing’ - it’s just a superficial, I crave other people’s validation way too much thing. I knew from the very first day without Y/Ex/N I needed to make him some sort of jealous when that interaction first happened.

And so I did.

It was a late night, sort of. Something like midnight. I was tipsy - not enough to lose responsibility over actions, but enough to be…confident. We were in the centre of London, just Simon and I, finding a place to carry on the fun of our night.

It wasn’t like it sounded - the fun was platonic. We were just a couple of close friends, stumbling around the city that never sleeps with warm, intoxicated breath and blurry smiles.

I heard him before I saw him; his deep, almost shrilling voice, so naturally pitched it was almost inaudible. I think Simon heard him too. I think he tried to pretend he didn’t.

“Y/n,” his hand met with my shoulder blade, his touch so familiar. “I…I can’t believe it’s you.”

I guess in hindsight, I was lucky. It was every girl’s dream. He liked when I wore red lipstick, and I just so happened to be wearing it. He always admired my thighs and on this cold night my skirt just so happened to show them. His eyes reflected the admiration, showing it still burned just as much as it had months before. 

“Jesus. It’s…you.”

The breath was knocked out of my lungs as he pulled me in for a hug, Simon’s hand taking home against my lower back, almost like a warm and comforting stop sign. The embrace was short lived as I pulled away. I edged closer to Simon. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“Yeah, it is. Me.” He nodded, his eyes scanning my grown and improved body. I felt Simon tense slightly. The awkward atmosphere was clear.

“So..are you here alone?” I asked, cringing instantly. Way to act smooth. 

“Yeah, yeah I am.” He smiled slightly before focusing his attention to Simon. “And you’re..well, not, I guess?”

I looked between the two men. 

“Oh yeah, um I guess I should introduce you?” It came out as more of a question than a statement, to which Simon couldn’t suppress a slight laugh. I reached out to hit his arm, but he grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles. My lips parted slightly. I quickly shook my head.

“Simon, this is…well, you already know, I’ve cried down the phone to you about him before.” I wanted to hit myself. Drunk brain - STOP. “Y/ex/N, this is Simon. My-”

“Her boyfriend,” Simon interrupted. He reached out one hand as a greeting, using the other to wrap around my waist in order to bring me closer to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Sort of.”

“Boyfriend?” The curly haired imbecile repeated, clearly surprised. Yeah, me and you both, I thought to myself. Where had this come from? Simon was my best friend…what had possessed this?

Part of me was kicking myself; the alarm bells were set off instantly at the warmth the word had sent through me. I moved even closer to Simon as he began to stroke up and down my back. My entire body tingled.

The two men continued a slightly, to say the least, bitchy conversation, but I had zoned out completely. Simon’s fingers traced patterns onto the exposed skin of my backless dress and I felt myself melt into him. I liked the secret intimacy of it. As I silently focused on this I felt him look down at me.

“Well, we should probably be getting home. You’re staying at mine, right?”

I nodded. I didn’t have any stuff on me to stay at his, but in all honesty, I didn’t care. In this moment of time he could have asked me to commit a double suicide with him and I most likely would have agreed - I was completely under his spell.

“Alright, babe.” My heart swelled. “Well, it was nice to meet you - sorry, I don’t remember your name.”

I watched as Y/ex/N’s jaw clenched slightly. He was quite clearly irritated, and I quite clearly didn’t care. It was nice to not have any feelings for the toxic fuck anymore. We said our goodbyes - involving him leaning in to kiss my cheek, and me backing away - before we turned around to leave.

“What was that?” I asked, feeling the alcohol’s effects starting to multiply.

“I know you’ve always wanted to make him jealous,” Simon spoke, his hand taking refuge in mine, our fingers intertwining. “I thought you might appreciate a little help in your stuttering state.”

My cheeks heated. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“You look cute when you blush you know, Y/n.”

“Go away, Simon,” I laughed.

“That’s not a nice way to talk to your boyfriend is it?”

I looked down. Boyfriend. I knew the label was a playful tease, and after this night it would never be used again between me and Simon…

but I couldn’t help but wish that it would be.




was this shit?? im not sure idk leave feedback pls ty <3

simon imagine - fluff

not requested, just a short bit of shitty, cheesy simon fluff where y/n and simon are best friends engaging in childish, flirtatious conversation. :)

“You know, Y/n, I sometimes feel like you just come over here to sleep in my bed.”

I poked my head up from beneath his mountain of thick, fluffy duvets to see Simon turned in his gaming chair, watching me from his desk. Although his face faked annoyance, his mouth split into a grin as I erupted from the cave of his bedsheets.

“You look so funny,” he chuckled throwing his head back. “Like a polar bear.”

“Why are polar bears funny?” I pouted, trying not to laugh.

“They’re not! But your little head underneath all those covers is.”

I tossed a decorative cushion at him.

“At least my head is small, that cushion bounced off of your huge face.”

A smirk overtook my face as Simon’s jaw dropped. He stood up suddenly, jumping onto his bed. I squealed and hid for cover.

“I have a big head yeah?” He asked, his hands hunting for me in the mess of fabric. I flipped over to hide my face.

“Big face, actually.” 

“Oh now you’re getting it.”

Another squeal left me as the covers were ripped from around my body. Simon straddled me innocently as he began tickling me, his hands torturing my waist. I squirmed in his grip.

“Simon! Stop!” 

“Take it back!”

“Take what back?” I challenged between laughs.

“That I have a big head- I mean face- whatever!”

With a swift kick I pushed Simon off me. Jumping up, I seeked refuge in his desk chair, holding my knees to my chest. Simon lay still on his bed, pouting, an adorable puppy dog look hosting his face. 

“Y/n,” he pouted more, rubbing his stomach. “You hurt me!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Yeah you better be.”

I threw back the decorative cushion at him that I had thrown earlier, and he screamed.

“What is all this abuse?!”

“Shut it Simon, you big wuss.”

“You love me,” he grinned like a child in a candy store.

“Maybe.”