when i talk about avengers stuff, i call him Steve.
i say “Steve is distressed and resilient and everyone he knew has died.” i say “Steve is such a good man that he can’t be a good soldier.” i say “breakfast burritos are one of Steve’s favorite foods cuz they didn’t have them in 1940 and they are not only delicious but make so much sense!”
mr shmiracles laughs every single time saying he likes how me and the captain are on a first name basis.
if you don’t know anything about the first avenger you probably just think of the suit. it’s garish and flamboyant and overtly patriotic. i agree it’s pretty bleck. but that’s part of the charm. and that suit might be Captain America (blindingly precise strategist and graceful unflinching fighter), but it’s NOT Steve Rogers. Steve Rogers is an immensely caring, sensitive, awkward and stubborn rebel who probably likes a day at the Museum.
this tea!
i’ve accidentally let it oversteep every time i’ve drank it. and every single time it’s still delicious! this tea doesn’t care at all! it loves the steep! must always oversteep! steep away!
hot spiced apples! drink it plain! it doesn’t need anything!
i would have NEVER assumed i would like this tea as much as i do. and see, THIS is why the fandom blends are good. inspired by my admiration of the patriotic meatball, i bought a tea i would usually breeze right past. and i’m so very happy i did. (i wonder moraiwe is gonna like it just as much.)
i’m gonna make this on the stove with milk and just let it simmer. it’s gonna be heart stopping delicious!
let’s just consider that since Steve spent like over 50 years frozen in ice. and substances like caffeine and alcohol have no effect on him. he probably just drinks tea all year round. at very least he probably drink hot drinks. so duh TEA!
:)
there is one rather stressful fan story in which Steve was semi-awake/cognizant during the entire 70 years he was buried in the ice. i’ve never been able to forget it. i don’t like torturing my Steve, but i guess i kinda enjoy considering the emotional fragility and thus resilience of all my fictional heroes. blame the feeeels!
Oh man. Poor Steve! I think after being buried in the ice, he might always want a cuppa nearby to keep the chills away.
I love this one with a bit of honey; it’s so good!