Rewatching Captain America: Civil War, followed by Avengers: Endgame and going absolutely feral over this detail:
When Tony and Cap finally meet at the compound and speak alone, Tony opens the trunk of his car to reveal Cap’s shield. As he hands it to him, we see that the scratches that had been caused during their fight in Siberia are gone. The shield is in pristine condition.
Civil War took place sometime in 2016 while Endgame is set in 2023. Tony held onto Steve’s shield for 7 years. No doubt tucked away in some corner of the garage, avoiding the grim reminder of their last meeting because he can’t stomach the thought. Until one night, when he goes to grab one of his long forgotten tools and spots a familiar red and blue shield, staring back at him until he’s finally had enough.
He sets it on the table, hands gently running over the marks that look deeper than they feel. The cold metal feels simultaneously soothing and abrasive against his fingertips and for a split second, panic washes over Tony, a phantom ache pulsing in his chest.
Regardless of the whirlwind of emotions Tony feels, he fixes it. He takes a few days, carefully filling the scratches and scuffs, perfectly matching the paint down to the last drop. He takes his time fixing it, not because he wants to care, but because he misses Steve. This is the last piece of him that he has and he takes care of it. He takes care of it and he saves it, because he loves it.
And when Steve thanks him for the shield, it feels as though it’s more. As if he wants to say: Thank you, for forgiving me.
At the risk of sounding gratuitous, I see this is a very poetic metaphor for both sides of their relationship. Steve’s shield can represent many, many things, but I think it represents his strength- both inside and out -which to many makes him nearly indestructible (exactly like vibranium) only to reveal that it can be flawed and with enough pressure.. it breaks.
Tony is also one of the only things that can ‘break’ Cap. He’s the only person important enough to leave a mark, proving that he’s just as human as everyone else.
On Tony’s side of this metaphor, I like to think the dropping of his shield is akin to Steve’s abandonment of Tony in order to save Bucky. The entire collapse of their previous relationship after Civil War is so incredibly layered yet it can come down to two still images. A shield, bloodied and scarred, abandoned on the floor of a desolate Siberian bunker to rot.
Followed by a shield, polished and brought to perfection, mended to reflect the healing scars both men left each other after their last encounter.
No matter how much Tony hurts Steve, or how often Steve runs away, they always come back to each other.
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not everyone is either butch or femme actually. That's a false dykeotomy.
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if there's one thing this last episode has affirmed for me about Alastor it's that he FUCKING HATES being reminded that he's not the most powerful creature in hell.
Like, he hates being ignored by Carmilla when she says she doesn't care why he was gone
He hates Lucifer ON SIGHT
He threatens to KILL Husk when he dares to mention that Alastor is working for someone more powerful than him
and now this.
Alastor freaking out because he almost died. Something almost killed him. He can fucking die. There is something more powerful than him out there. And it's not something he can ignore or brush off because it almost killed him.
Alastor hates the reminder that he's not as powerful as he tells people he is. He isn't indestructible, he isn't invincible. And he fucking hates that.
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imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.
frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.
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why should palestinians have to leave behind their land because israel wont stop killing them. why should anyone have to leave behind their life and memories and sentimental value just because an aggressor is left unchallenged. please think this sentiment through and delete it from your thoughts. instead of blaming an oppressed people for living in a hostile land, ask who is making that land hostile to live in.
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One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.
Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.
It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?
Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.
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