a fan blog for Captain America Respect-posting for Sam Wilson Steve Rogers Appreciation With some Bucky & Alpine Mostly MCU, but I’m slowing acquainting myself with the comics 30+ female (that’s all you need to know)
steve rogers is literally so important to me he is the man all men should aspire to be
i mean this might get rambley but like steve rogers has been my favorite superhero since i ever discovered the marvel universe like fucking forget superman and batman
steve rogers isn’t an anti hero or an alien that has literally one weakness or any of that bullshit he’s a fucking hero with flaws and hardships and problems and he’s always stood up for the people who wouldn’t do it for themselves and fought so hard to make the world a better place and he never wanted to kill anyone
he was a good man first and foremost before he was a superhero and even after he is still so humble and kind and he does this without being boring or flat as a character because he isn’t static he always fucking grows as a person and he’s got this hilarious unapologetic humor that doesn’t offend anyone it’s just fucking funny teach me steve
G O D steve rogers is so so so important and every single person can take a page out of his book
I’m a big fan of Mark Russell’s work. His Flinstones series was incredible! This seems extremely relevant to today’s issues - although I can only imagine what this would’ve looked like coming from a black writer.
However, I love that this hits at one of my all time favorite aspects of Steve’s character. When called out about an oversight he’s made - he doesn’t just listen, he adapts. Largely because most writers weren’t all that interested in talking about life in less affluent areas (unless they were looking for gangs as a big bad that week), you don’t see a lot of comic book heroes in these areas.
Here, Russell has a character confront Cap about the lack of Avengers presence in his neighborhood after the Mad Bomb situation (from a 70s issue of Cap when Falcon still had the super deep V). I love that Steve not only takes the criticism but tries to rectify some of the damage.
Once again, I adore Steve Rogers. This was a wonderful issue and a viewpoint we don’t often seen in comic books.
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Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"
Please state your intentions with messaging someone. Believe me, it's less weird than a cold 'hi" ever will be. At least then the recipient can get an idea of why you are contacting them before they decide whether or not they reply. In fact, I'd argue that stating why you are messaging them makes it more likely they will reply to you in a positive way!
Here's another Fluffcember 2025 prompt hot off the press while I finish up the Curtis Everett story I was hoping to post today but didn't finish in time.
Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x F!Omega!Reader
Word Count: 1286
Summary: Steve tries to surprise you by baking one of your favorite sweet treats: mini molten chocolate cakes.
Warnings: Omegaverse; fluff
A/N: This was originally supposed to be more adjacent to a canon-like story, but I've been missing Alpha!Steve. So, I couldn't help myself with this fluffy prompt.
Steve Rogers Masterlist | Character Masterlist
The scents of burned flour and chocolate filled the apartment when you walked back in.
Yet, it was the scent of discontented alpha that really had your curiosity piqued.
You'd known Steve had been happy to send you out with your friends, but something had soured his mood in the meantime. You had a sneaking suspicion it had a lot to do with the burned foods smells emanating from the kitchen. It never failed to sour his mood a bit when he didn't get something on the first try, especially foods he'd been making specially for you, his omega.
Toeing off your shoes, you quietly move through your shared space until you could lean in the doorway of the kitchen. A smile curved your lips as you took in the mess that was your alpha. You could make out flour, cocoa powder, and a bit of powdered sugar mixed with other ingredients you couldn't begin to guess at in their goopy state.
Your smile grew until your cheeks hurt when your alpha spotted you and heaved a great sigh, both of relief and of embarrassment at being caught red-handed.
"What have you done to my kitchen?" you ask though your words hold no bite in them.
Steve scrubbed at his neck, only making the flour and other mystery ingredients cake further into his skin and clothing. His gaze darted over the counter and the bits on the floor before coming back to you with pinkened cheeks. His words came out softer than you'd ever heard from him before, almost shy. "It was supposed to be done and cleaned up before you got home."
Your gaze fell back to the counter that your alpha was trying so hard to hide from you but was failing fairly miserably. It was then that you noted the tins that held molds for mini cakes. The very one you'd gotten as a gift from one of your friends.
"It's not ruined. I swear," Steve hurried to say as if you were truly worried about the tin's welfare.
You shook your head even as you bit your lip, trying to keep the laughter that been bubbling from slipping out. It'd been a while since you'd seen your alpha this discombobulated, and you'd frankly missed it after so many years together.
Knowing what would happen if you didn't stop it, you finally pushed away from the doorway and closed the distance between you and Steve. With a raise of your tiptoes, you managed to press a kiss to his lips that effectively stalled the spewing of rambles that wouldn't come near the explanation of what was happening in your kitchen.
To his credit, too, his lips quickly followed yours when you pulled away. Or at least tried to. His hands, which had come down to grasp your hips and stabilize you, tightened even as he stole another quick kiss from you.
"What exactly was supposed to be done before I got home?" you asked softly, your gaze roving over his relaxed features. They were a much better sight than the current state of your kitchen anyway, especially when you spotted the flecks of green mixed with the blue. It never failed to bring you a measure of peace you couldn't find anywhere else.
Steve seemed to be equally captivated by you because it took him several seconds before he realized you'd asked him a question.
"The molten chocolate cakes I was making you. Sam sent me his recipe, the one you love so much," he murmured, his head dropping to your shoulder. It wasn't long before he was nuzzling against the faded marks he'd put there some years ago on your mating gland. Your scent never failed to calm your big, bad alpha when he needed it, and he apparently needed it after this latest baking fiasco.
A happy sigh left you even as your heart swelled at his efforts. Even if they proved quite the failure, you couldn't help loving him more, knowing he'd done all this for you.
Your happy scent must've hit him full force because his pupils had dilated quite a bit when he lifted his head and met your gaze. His words came out huskier, too. "I wasn't sure I'd be able to do them as well as Sam does, so I did buy you some backups. They're in the fridge along with a bowl of leftover molten chocolate. Pretty sure it's edible."
A soft chirp escaped you at the prospect of the store-bought cakes, but you were determined to try his attempts, too. It was only fair after all the hard work he'd done. With a little prodding, you had him pulling the tin towards you, so you could do just that.
While you worked to scoop out the edible bits of the cakes, Steve let you go so he could work on cleaning up the mess he'd made. For all the mess, he had the majority cleaned up by the time you had gotten a good-sized bite on a spoon.
"Thank you for doing this, alpha. You didn't have to."
You held up the spoon and brought it to your lips. Taking the entire bite in one shot, everything started out so promising. But the dryness soon got to you and you had to bite back the grimace as you continued to chew. You discretely tried to grab a glass and filled it from your tap to help soften the bite, but Steve caught you at it. He quickly took the glass and filled it himself, watching as you took a few greedy gulps. With them, you managed to swallow his baking experiment.
"That bad?" he asked, his cheeks already pinking back up.
You shook your head, but then thought better of lying, so you nodded. "They're not the best, but I've had worse. I've made worse. We just need to give you more chances to practice. There's a baker in you, my sweet alpha. I know it."
"If I succeed, no more eating Sam's cakes?" A gleam entered his blue-green eyes as he waited your answer.
You were quick to shake your head. "Only yours forever after. That's a promise."
Mollified, he took the glass from your hand and snuck another quick kiss of your lips, doing his best not to grimace at the dryness of his own creation. "Probably gonna take a lot of practice to get as good as his."
"Maybe, maybe not," you shrugged, "but it'll be fun to practice together."
Having recovered from his dry attempts by then, you helped him finish up the kitchen. The two of you worked so well together taht you had it done in record time from cleaned-up counters to dishes drying in the rack. While he took off with the towels to the laundry, you retreived the cakes he bought before his baking attempts, smiling at the decadence he'd splurged on, just because.
Before you could shut the fridge, you noticed the bowl of extra molten chocolate, now cooled, and an idea sparked. You grabbed up the bowl, shut the fridge, and began making your way to your shared bedroom.
Steve met you halfway there, his eyes dilated once more as a headier, needier scent swirled around you. A sweet smirk curved his lips as he said, "You're up to something, 'mega."
"I am," you agreed but not slowing your steps. "Wanna come see what we can do with this leftover chocolate?"
"In the bedroom?"
You nodded.
Steve's smirk shifted into a predatory grin, sending a shiver of delight down your spine.
Not only did your alpha give you a night to remember, but you also learned he's not bad at making molten chocolate filling.
When Tony asks Steve if he knew the truth surrounding his parents death, Steve should have been like, YOU DIDN’T?
Like the Shield/Hydra files had been out for two years at that point, Natasha could have told him (someone who knew Tony even longer - even Fury for that matter), and even before that, I feel like Shield should have known that it wasn’t a simple car accident that killed them given the way Tony’s mom was killed and so why wouldn’t they have given Tony that information (even if they didn’t know Hydra was responsible). Like I get it was also Bucky specifically who did it (y’know the one who was mind controlled and not the one actually pulling strings) and to some extent I do see that, but also, Steve said he didn’t know it was him for sure. Idk at that point it felt like it would have been reasonable for Steve to assume that Tony already knew the most pertinent details about the situation
I know several posts have already been made about the subject, and mine won't probably change anything, but I need to get it off my chest.
I’ve been sitting with a thought for a while, and I want to talk about it in a way that’s honest but not accusatory: interaction on Tumblr feels… increasingly fragile. And I say that as someone who’s been on both sides of it: posting as a writer, and engaging as a reader.
First: likes. I appreciate likes. I really do. A like is still someone taking a second to say “I saw this, I enjoyed it.” I’m not trying to dismiss that at all. But Tumblr isn’t built around likes the way other platforms are. Likes are private. They don’t move a post. They don’t help it find new readers. And they don’t really give you any feedback beyond “someone was here.” Which, again, matters, but it’s also… quiet.
Reblogs are different. Reblogs are how Tumblr breathes. They’re how things travel, how fandom stays connected, how you stumble across a fic at 2am because it landed on your dash through three people you follow. A reblog is a public signal: “this deserves space on my blog.” It’s support, yes, but it’s also circulation. When reblogs are rare, everything feels like it sinks instantly. You post, people like, and then it vanishes. That’s not a moral failing on anyone’s part, it’s just how the platform works.
Now, on the writer side, that silence can wear you down in a way that’s hard to explain unless you’ve experienced it. Writing is time. Writing is brain space. Writing is emotional labor, even when the story is fun. And posting it publicly is another layer of vulnerability: you’re taking something you made and offering it up without knowing how it will be received. When the response is mostly quiet, likes but no comments, or a few likes and nothing else, it’s easy to start second-guessing everything.
Did it hit? Did anyone finish it? Was it boring? Did I lose people halfway through? Was the pacing off? Did I tag wrong? Is the fandom just inactive? Am I just not… good enough?
And the thing is: writers don’t need constant praise. We’re not asking to be worshipped (okay, that's a lie, worship us). But we do need signs of life. We need to know there are humans on the other side of the screen. Comments and reblogs are those signs. They’re the difference between “this disappeared” and “this connected.” Even a short “I loved this” or “this line destroyed me” can fuel someone for days. It’s not about numbers, it’s about being witnessed.
But I want to speak about the other side clearly too, because it matters: readers are not robots. Readers are also vulnerable. Commenting can be intimidating. Even if you loved something, you might worry you’ll sound awkward, or too intense, or not articulate enough. You might not know what to say beyond a keyboard smash. You might be new, shy, anxious, exhausted, dealing with your own stuff. Sometimes reading is the only low-energy joy you can manage. I understand that. I’ve been there.
And then there’s the extra layer that doesn’t get talked about enough: when a reader does comment, when they take that leap, and the author never acknowledges it, that can be discouraging. Not because anyone is entitled to a response. No one is owed an author’s time. But because a comment is, in itself, an attempt at connection. It’s someone saying, “I’m reaching out. I’m here.” And when that gets met with silence repeatedly, it can make readers hesitate to do it again. It’s the same “void feeling,” just from the other direction.
I’ve had moments as a reader where I left a long comment because a fic genuinely moved me, and then I never heard anything back. And logically, I know the reasons could be anything: busy life, mental health, anxiety, overwhelm, not knowing what to say, forgetting, feeling awkward replying late. I get it. But emotionally, it still does something: it makes you question whether your enthusiasm was unwanted, or whether you misread the vibe, or whether you should just… not bother next time. And that’s how the loop breaks.
Because interaction is a loop. It’s not a one-way transaction where writers “provide content” and readers “consume it” and that’s the end. Fandom thrives on reciprocity: small, imperfect, human reciprocity. Readers are more likely to comment when they feel welcomed. Writers are more likely to keep posting when they feel supported. When one side goes quiet, the other side tends to go quieter too. And then we all end up convinced “fandom is dead” when, really, it’s just… people feeling unseen.
I also think we underestimate how much Tumblr’s culture has shifted. A lot of people treat it like a quiet archive now: scroll, like, move on. That’s not inherently wrong. But it does change the experience for creators, especially writers, because writing already exists in a weird space online. Art gets shared as images; gifs are instant; short posts are easy. Fic asks for time and attention. So when you read a chapter and feel something, saying anything back is a bigger deal than you might realize.
And none of this is meant to shame anyone. Seriously. This isn’t “you’re a bad person if you don’t comment.” This is me saying: if you want the kind of fandom space where people keep creating, keep sharing, keep taking risks… interaction is part of that ecosystem. It’s how we keep each other warm.
So here’s what I’m asking, softly:
If you loved something, reblog it. Even without tags. Even without commentary. A simple reblog is already a huge boost.
If you can spare a second, leave a comment. It can be one sentence. It can be emojis. It can be “I’m screaming.” It doesn’t have to be eloquent to be meaningful.
And if you’re a writer and you’re able: acknowledge your commenters. Not with pressure, not with perfection. Even a heart, a “thank you,” a “this made my day” can make someone feel seen. It tells readers their voice didn’t disappear into the void.
More and more, Tumblr feels quieter than it used to. Not just for fic: in general. Less talking in the tags. Less back-and-forth. Less of that “fandom is a neighborhood” feeling where you’d recognize people on your dash, see the same posts traveling around, watch conversations unfold across reblogs. Now it can feel like everyone is in their own little bubble: scrolling, liking, saving things for later, and moving on. And, again, I don’t say that as a complaint aimed at anyone; life is heavier, attention is scattered, people are tired. I get it. But I do think the shift matters, because Tumblr’s magic has always been the community part, not just the content part.
I’m not asking for constant engagement. I’m asking for the little human moments that remind us we’re not alone on this website.
Because at its best, Tumblr fandom is a conversation.
These pescatarian birds are directly exposed to PFAS contamination due to the island's position near the St. Lawrence Seaway.
Over fifty years of data show a peak in PFAS (also known as "forever chemicals") content in seabird eggs in the 90s, followed by a decrease as regulations went into effect. The most recent findings show a 70% decrease of most common PFAS.
While continued vigilance a regulation is needed, this data indicates that regulations are working to reduce PFAS concentrations in marine ecosystems.
Yes!!!! I did a review of literature on PFASs in human drinking water about half a year ago, and there is a lot of really good progress! Please celebrate this, please don't let this solution be forgotten (at least so quickly) as the ozone layer or acid rain.
We are making genuine progress! Producers are dramatically altering how much they use PFAS and how much gets released in effluent, but also there's a lot better understanding of how to remove PFAS from the environment!
“Much has been made of the fact that Bucky Barnes is one of the few people to recognize the greatness in Steve Rogers before his transformation into Captain America. Much has also been made of the fact that, in The First Avenger, Bucky demonstrably feels conflicted about that transformation. Less noted, however, is how Bucky’s sense of conflict and resentment—and the way he dealt with those feelings—reveals the kind of person he truly is. The narrative motif of the man who can recognize greatness in another but not attain it himself, and who is therefore corrupted by his resentment, is a classic trope. It appears in such literary masterpieces as Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo, Melville’s Billy Budd, and Schaefer’s Amadeus. However, the story of Bucky Barnes is one of a man who recognizes a greatness he cannot himself achieve and is not corrupted by that recognition. Unlike the villains of the above-mentioned tales, Bucky Barnes comes to terms with the situation, choosing friendship over envy—and heroism over villainy—something that suggests a greatness within Bucky Barnes that Bucky himself is not aware of. But Steve Rogers, of course, is. Just as Bucky is one of the few people to recognize Steve’s greatness; Steve is one of the few people to recognize Bucky’s. Both of them know each other better than they know themselves, and it is that parallel knowledge that ultimately saves them both.”
— Sara Reads: Pain, Personhood, and Parity: The Depiction of Bucky Barnes in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (via gravitonium)
