just fucking draw. don’t compare yourself to other people, don’t stop because you drew a lot last tuesday and you haven’t visibly improved. it takes time, effort, and a lot of perseverance. besides, no matter how “bad” you think you are, there’s still gonna be someone who thinks the stuff you produce is the best goddamn thing they’ve ever seen in their entire life. the artist you were five years ago would have their mind fucking blown by the artist you are today. so just draw a fuckton, because every new thing you draw is one drawing better than you were before.
That’s why I love it so much though. Because it’s so, so easy to forget this — SHIELD constantly forgets this — but Steve *is* a child. He was twenty-six years old and terrified when he died. And to him, that was maybe ten days ago. Just — ten days ago, he died. Eleven days ago, he watched his best friend and protector fall to his death in a clusterfuck he will always believe was his fault. Ten days ago, he died while the listening to Peggy cry on the other end of a static-filled radio. Ten days ago, he was still in 1945. He was supposed to leave it; it wasn’t supposed to leave him. And he woke up, and everyone he loved was gone, and now he’s confronted with an agency that’s lying to him about everything and he’s just found in their storage facility the exact weapon that killed the person he loved most and he’s arguing with a man who looks far too much like someone he called a friend, who he knows now is dead, who died violently in a car crash, and he doesn’t know Tony well enough to know this is how he deals with fear, so to him, this is just…someone with money, with all the privilege and padding he and Bucky never had, who would never have to go to war if he didn’t want to, making light of a situation way too close to Steve’s chest.
Steve was being prickly as hell through most of this movie, but he was bleeding out and in pain and had no one to bleed on. The comment he makes to Tony, about knowing guys with none of that worth ten of him? Imagine all of the people he was thinking about then. All of the people he knew he’d never see again; who he wished he wasn’t standing there to never see again. Trying to organize a time bomb and remembering the Commandos. Trying to co-lead with a man he doesn’t yet understand, and remembering Bucky. Trying so hard not to keep seeing him fall. Being expected to be above all of those messy human emotions, because he’s Captain America, and while he was asleep that name became a legend so much bigger than any real, living person could be.
Without - obviously I don’t want to spoil too much for the viewers, but there is more that could be done with the Winter Soldier after this movie. Do you know - is that going to happen in Age of Ultron, or is that being left to a future Captain America movie? As of right now, I don’t believe I’m involved with the Age of Ultron. That I can definitely say. As for the latter, listen: I don’t know. We’re just literally now putting this movie out there. You know how the story goes in the comic books. There’s a lot there to be covered still, and I’m equally interested to see where the guys are going to take it next. As far as I’m concerned, we just scratched the tip of the iceberg.
The lovely cpnblowfish asked if I’d ever done any editing/graphics featuring fanart. I explained I hadn’t, since usually fanartists don’t want their work fiddled with. I’ve also been too nervous to ask! But THEN she offered up her art, and well… here we are.
This gorgeous Sherlock fanart belongs to cpnblowish, and I simply played with it’s presentation/colouring. Fan-Collab x Check her out!