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Project: Legacy
A cooperative effort by fans to restore the love we have for the comic book characters who inspire us. Here, you can share your story, regardless of whether you grew up with comics or are just getting started. All these characters hold a legacy. It's up to us to carry that on.
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When I think of legacies in comics, I can’t help but think of Tim Drake. He really was, in my opinion, the most effective Robin. Both Dick Grayson and Jason Todd had tragedies in their life hat motivated them; but Tim just wanted to do the right thing because it was the right thing to do. He didn’t want to be Robin initially, he just felt that Batman needed a Robin back af his side. He had a lot to live up to, but he made the role his own and was the definitive Robin to a generation.
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It has always bugged me that most of the origin stories for Catwoman are dependent on the men in her life. Either she was hooker who wanted away from the abuse or she wanted away from an overbearing husband, but it was always up to a guy to make her the badass she is. I think it bugged me because when I first started paying attention to comics, Batman, and her it was because of a guy. I had a giant crush on a guy who liked Batman so to compliment him I wanted to be like Catwoman. The relationship never happened, but my love for comics has grown since then.
The reason I still love Catwoman as a model, despite my interest in her being originally superficial, is because she has taught me so much about being a woman. She may have started out as a means to get freedom, but she has grown so much since then. She messes up, saves lives, loves and hates all with a humanity I can feel. Selina Kyle is just a woman trying to get what she wants in whatever way she can. I’m just a woman trying to figure out how to achieve that same drive and determination without having to wear clawed gloves everyday. Catwoman means ultimate freedom for me and that is why I want to be one.
I am human. I suppose it’s why I relate to Clint Barton as much as I do. His faults. His failures. His successes. His achievements. He isn’t the man flying into space and punching a meteoroid out of the sky. He isn’t the hero who actively hides his identity so that he may wage a war on crime and injustice. He lives in a world that has every right to chew him up and spit him out, but he still has the courage to take a stand. I can place myself into the shoes of Clint Barton, because I put myself on the line every single day. Just by throwing myself out there and doing things that scare me, I can be my own personal hero. Clint Barton means being human and all that comes with it to me. I am Clint Barton. I am human.
Diana Prince has had a huge impact on my life. I’ve always admired her strength, wisdom, and beauty. Struggling through out the years with so many issues, she has always guided me. When I feel weak, I remind myself of how strong she is and it makes me more confident. She has brought me so much joy over the years. And when I feel feel down or like giving up, I pick up a comic and she reminds me of simpler times and it gives me the strength to keep going. She’s saved me more times than I can image. She has always been and always will be my hero.
Superhero comics are a valued inspiration for an aspiring writer such as myself, as I can bounce story plots and ideas off of already flowing continuity and existing characters. It allows me to test out my articulation skills onto others and helps me get the creative juices flowing.
Perhaps, one day I could be a Hero.
John Constantine lead me through very dark period of my life and while he’d done that he made me realize, that even if everyone thinks that you’re bad person you still could be a hero. Or even might be.
I’m, not innocent. I do make mistakes. A lot of them. Thousands of them. I hurt people I love, because I live my own way and deal with my life my own way.
People hate me, because I can admit it. Because I can say “I lied. I do that, if it’s necessary”, because I can say “I don’t care what you say, I’ll do it my own way”, because I’m not perfect and I know it. And I know that they know that they’re not perfect too. They just don’t want to talk about it.
So here I am. Bad person, who should be locked somewhere, so no-one can get hurt because of me. So they say.
People are scared. And they are scary and cruel. But that doesn’t mean that I should became hermit, and hate people. No.
So John Constantine tought me that sometimes I’m the only one who can save them. I’m the one who steps from the shadows, all gloomy and sarcastic, and… I save them when no-one can. I save them and then I’m gone, because no-one needs me around.
And that’s okay. That’s okay, because even if I’m “bad person” in someone’s eyes, I still can be humanist.
And a Hero.
I know some of you are wondering where your submission is. I promise I’ve got them all. I have six sitting in the inbox now, but the next month is going to be extremely hectic for me. I’m in the last month of my senior year of college, and I’m taking 6 graduate level courses so I’ve got a ton on my plate right now. I promise I will get everyone’s submissions posted and won’t slack on the graphics, I just need everyone to be a little patient with me while I get everything wrapped up. And thank you all for being so wonderful and showing interest in the page. It means so so much to me <3
Helena Bertinelli changed my life. She can be brash and she carries a lot of rage (like me). She pushes people away easily, but when she loves, she loves with a full force (like me). Helena taught me I should never be ashamed or apologize for who I am. When I read her stories, I feel like I’m watching myself in comic book form. When I see her working out her own anger and breaking down her walls, I feel inspired to do the same.
Right, sorry for the pretentious title, best way for me to sum up what I’ve feeling right now. And I apologize in advance if this post gets rambley or weird but that’s all I feel like typing about right now. Sorry, no cool pictures or reblogs tonight.
It’s just, it’s almost been a year since my mom died(August 14th is the date) and I’ve been kinda kicked with an emotional sucker punch by it. Lots of feelings I thought I had resolved are coming back(missing her, feeling sad, feeling helpless) and new ones are coming up(am I really living a life that would make her proud?, am I giving her the respect she deserves?). All in all it’s a bit of a mess.
As much as I love the Winter Soldier, I can’t help but have such a soft spot for Bucky Barnes’ tenure as Captain America. The great character dynamics with the likes of Falcon and Black Widow; it isn’t as bleak…there’s an overlying feeling of hope. Bucky never wanted to be Cap, he only took up the shield so no one else would; to preserve the legacy and ensure it wouldn’t be tainted. All the while, his ongoing struggle for redemption; he struggles with the legacy of Steve Rogers, the legacy of his time as Winter Soldier, and finally coming into his own and forging his own legacy for . He was his own man, his own Captain America.
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