But my mom came to me yesterday and told me the story of the archer who was so focused on the target that he could never hit it. Until that one day he learned to enjoy his practice and finally understood that the more you like doing what you do, the better you improve.
Did he hit his target in the end?
And I hope to be like him and finally accept my mistakes just to get better without even realising.
Bruce Wayne is a total Batman fanboy. He has a made to life
replica of his favorite Batmobile in his garage and a room set off to the side
with all the Batman memorabilia he’s collected over the years. He’s known for
spending crazy amounts of money at auctions for Batman stuff and orders his own
versions of everything.
No one even bats an eye when he puts in a huge order for
batarangs. And he’s so happy about it because when he’d first started out as
Batman getting supplies had been the worst part of the job. He’d had a million
hoops he had to go through to keep his secret identity a secret.
he’d hated it when people became Batman obsessed, but after he got caught with
a Batarang in his pocket at a charity event he decided to go with the fanboy
persona. And it worked.
His children think it’s hilarious and buy him all kinds of
weird Batman merchandise. Like the crappily painted Batman figures shipped from
China, Batman soap, the plastic masks every store sells, and their personal
favorite the pajamas that say “My Batcave is my happy place”
I am So Done with these criticisms I keep seeing like “It was good and all but Diego Luna didn’t work for me casting-wise, he was too wiry and soft-spoken, not action-movie enough” and I’m like??? SPY???? That’s the point????
Honestly people need to stop forcing the Hypermasculine Jason Statham Aesthetic bullshit irrelevantly onto characters that bear literally no comparison.
Imagine Steve wasn't in love with Bucky Barnes before his big freeze, but now he's falling head over heels for the Winter Soldier
Steve wasn’t confused
about his feelings. Not really. He’d been attracted to men just as much as he
had been women. He might’ve had to keep
his attraction to men fairly quiet until he woke up in the twenty-first
century, but he’d never been confused about feeling how he did.
The confusing part was
Bucky. Or, maybe the confusing part was
that it wasn’t Bucky. He wasn’t sure what the difference was, exactly, and what
it meant that he hadn’t been attracted to Bucky before he was the Winter
Solider, but he was now that Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he used to know.
He wasn’t sure if it was
the hair, or that shared life experience he’d mentioned to Natasha once, or if
it was something else that Steve thought, somewhere deep down, that he should
feel bad about because the change in Bucky had come at the expense of so much.
Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he
remembered and that difference made all the difference. He was darker and haunted and as strong as
–if not stronger- than Steve and there was something wily that shifted behind his eyes, sometimes, that
made Steve’s stomach flip.
Bucky noticed. And made sure to bring it up when he knew he’d
catch Steve off-kilter enough to talk about it (exhausted after sparring. Steve would be damned if Bucky hadn’t timed
it perfectly because he knew how good Steve thought he looked exhausted and
“You wanna do something
about it, or are you trying to see how frustrated you can make yourself?”
“What?” Steve sputtered. He wasn’t ready and didn’t know what to say
and felt guilty that he was attracted to Bucky (the Winter Solider) now that he
had seventy years of unspeakable horrors behind him. Steve wondered what that said about
Bucky sighed. “I see the way you watch me. Did you always do that?”
“You mean did I do it when
– Before?” Steve managed to keep his voice
Let it never be said that
Steve Rogers backed down from a confrontation.
Bucky nodded, watching
Steve carefully, searching his face for.
Something. When he finally spoke,
it was much quieter, secret-sharing. “I
was hoping you’d say that.”
“What?” Steve leaned back
against his locker. He was pretty sure
the wold was tilting on it’s axis.
“Steve, I – I’ve been
wandering around thinking you’re mooning over someone I’m not anymore and – and
it’s not true. You want me, not him. I mean – you know.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, Buck.
I do. But what does that say
“-Stop. We’re both different. This might be the best excuse to finally forgive
yourself for the fact that seventy years just happened to change us both.”
It was Steve’s turn to
pick apart Bucky’s expression and when he’d done so to his satisfaction he
reached out towards Bucky, who leaned in in kind.
JARVIS ensured the locker
room was off-limits for the next week.
(First for the privacy of Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes, and second
for the repairs necessary to the space once they were through with it).