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A gal who is very passionate about a red-and-gold-armor-wearing hero. Call me Kay (or K, whichever)
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'the whole world is asking who's gonna be the next iron man… and i don't know if that's me, happy. i'm not iron man.'

'you're not iron man. you're never gonna be iron man. nobody could live up to tony, not even tony. tony was my best friend, and he was a mess; he second-guessed everything he did, he was all over the place. the one thing that he did that he didn't second-guess was picking you. i don't think tony would have done what he did if he didn't know that you were gonna be here after he was gone.'

marvel parallels 49/?

robert downey jr and tom holland in iron man (2008) and spider-man: far from home (2019)

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alright so i finally finished reading the cantwell run

and yeah I knew I wasn't going to love it going in. But I tried to give it a fair shot! I actively tried to find things I could like about it. I appreciate someone wanting to write a character-driven Iron Man story instead of just coming up with the most insane plot possible, I appreciate the focus on trauma and addiction. There are some moments I liked. I actually liked the last arc, and the special final issue as well.

But ultimately I'm just so tired.

I don't even know how much I actually liked the last arc or if it was just better enough than what came before it that I found it relieving. Like. I'm just tired.

Maybe the problem is me! Maybe the problem is me and I'm insisting on holding on to a version of the character that hasn't existed in 25-30 years and I just need to let it go. Maybe this is an incredible run of Iron Man because this just is who Tony Stark is now and I need to let go. I feel like I'm going insane when I read Iron Man comics because I'm like.........you're writing a critique on a version of the character that isn't even!!!!!!!! him!!!!!!! that isn't even him!!!!!!!!!! but it's been!!!!!! IT'S BEEN DECADES SO WHO IS HE ANYMORE I GUESS!!!! this is maybe a fascinating character deconstruction and reconstruction. maybe it is! but who is that you're deconstructing. who even is that. it's a frankenstein's monster amalgamation of every new notion of tony stark that's been thrown at the wall and happened to stick over the last 20-whatever years i'm just so tired

how many times do we need to tell stories that are like "OH NO tony stark's EGO is making him WREAK HAVOC ON EVERYONE" how many times do we need to give him a god complex and make it about his ego. how many times do his good intentions and his good heart need to be undermined. why is it always about arrogance, about how much of a jerk he is to his friends. I was trying my best for a good portion of the run but dear god did he lose me at the iron god arc. always trying to write the next big ginormous memorable iron man villain or wild plot point.

tony stark's employees were loyal to him because he was kind to them, you know. he knew them by name. tony stark valued being on the ground, helping people from beside them and not always from some ivory tower. tony stark desired sweet and meaningful connections with other people, lovers or friends or those he could help or anyone. tony stark was like. boy-scoutish in how good he was. tony stark drew a heart on a frosted window and softly lamented to himself "if I only had a heart." tony stark was carol danvers' sponsor when she was recovering from alcoholism.

don't get me wrong, he's one messy dude. his struggles with addiction, his obsession with work, his self-hatred and self-doubt, there's so much that gets in his way. But does a broken heart make him predisposed to being.....bad?

It feels like Civil War is just an unshakeable shadow at this point.

It feels like a few things. 1. the shift in tone of his series in the 2000s that took a turn for the sleek and gritty, 2. the, quite frankly, character assassination of Civil War that was so potent that comic writers never stopped associating tony stark with god complexes and villainy and 3. needing to create synergy with the mcu but mainly doing that based on the surface aspects of mcu tony

leaving us with this version of tony 15, 20 years later who is. like. a copy of a copy of a copy.

and we get story after story of, like, this critique on how arrogant he is or how he can't get his ego in check enough to not play god and I won't say his stories are always unsympathetic to him but it's been a heck of a long time since I've read an Iron Man run that feels like it truly, genuinely has love for Tony Stark. Or even tries to understand him beyond the copy of a copy of a copy that developed in the 2000s-2010s.

Why does his broken heart always have to lead him toward being harmful? Why is it always tony stark makes a bad decision even though it may have started with good intentions and needs to learn his lesson? Why doesn't his broken heart ever lead him toward being soft? Why doesn't it ever lead him toward simple love and kindness? It did once. Tony Stark was soft once, he actually was.

I'm just tired dude

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for the past year or two I've been almost exclusively turning to daredevil when I want to read some comics and thus I forgot that iron man comics just really do hit different for me. that's not even always, or even usually, in a good way. but iron man comics hook my brain in a way that nothing else can. even bad iron man comics, even iron man comics that i hate, activate my brain in a way that nothing else can. truly no other character will ever be tony stark for me

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i'm falling back into the iron man comics level of hell help girl help i'm getting sucked back in i literally think i am going to write a post on tumblr dot com on my tony stark blog about iron man comics in the year of our lord two thousand and twenty four when there are a million other things to think about besides iron man comics that i did not like but here i am here i am getting sucked back into the iron man comics level of hell

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Atlas:Eight by sleeping at last.

“I want to break these bones till they’re better” Tony won’t let people into his workshop when he’s working on the suit, not because he’s keeping his secrets, but because he puts all his anger at himself into the suits. He cannot break his own arm to he snaps the arm of the suit to upgrade the wiring. He can’t punch his own face so he hammers off the faceplate to check its stability. it’s possessive - he is the suit and the suit is him ans by god does he let that suit get beat up.

Get beat up for more data. to understand where he keeps getting hit. Survivorship bias, which parts of the suit are intact when it comes home and which parts get left behind as shredded metal on some sidewalk in a war zone. Break open the suit to find out what is left and why. Break till they’re better

and if only he could do that to his brain. if only he could understand what’s left, what’s not, what have people taken. What parts are still intact and what needs updates?

(because it’s starting to feel like nothing is intact anymore)

But the suit can be. The suit can be understood. His body can be understood. So he breaks it over and over to test what he needs to fix.

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Anonymous asked:

Hiiiii! I watched some iron man vs cap vid (by Lessons from the Screenplay if you're interested) and would love to know ur opinion on stephen mcfeely's quote that "Tony gets to become complete when he loses his life, and Steve becomes complete when he gets one" because I feel like the phrase 'gets to' compared to 'becomes' is so different, especially for his character.

ooo yeah. very different phrasing there. and very fitting.

In short, what I think...

tony "gets to" become complete when he loses his life because his death, the one he always knew would happen in his suit, the one hes been preparing for since he first glimpsed space, the one he knew was coming... his death was full circle. His death wasn't something where he left a million projects, where he went into the battle expecting to make it out, only to suprise himself with a death that he knew was coming ut wasn't ready for once his happened. He gets to be complete. His life gets to end in a satisfying way, one where his death mattered. One where he gets to rest, really rest, his death is one that signifies its all finally over. He dosn't die before peace is achieved. As the peace settles over the world, his body hits the floor with it. He rose, as iron man, to create peace... and he falls, once he fullfuls that purpose. He gets to be complete. He does what he wanted to do, and his life ends on that completeness. He checks off the box on his to do list and dies in the next moment.

Its something he never expected, something he never believed he would get. To get to see his lifes work, to get to see a moment in which there is no more grave threat. To get to see everyone believe him, that the danger he always saw was real, and to get to never see another danger rise and take its place. He never thought he would get it. His death is a reward. Its a sleep after a long day, where the last task you complete is one youve been trying to do for years.

Tony's death is the sleep after your disertation gets accepted, and its all over. you can rest now. you get to sleep.

Steve becomes complete when he gets [a life] because, while Tonys defining trait was that he was so sure he would lose his life meaninglessly (and hes terrified of that), Steves defining trait is that he is sure he wil never get to live for just himself. He has been a soldier for so long, always fighting for another, always fighting for the right cause and doing right by other peoples goals... he chooses which goals to align with, absolutely, but his suffering and happiness and all that, its never Exclusively His. He is happy because other people get to be happy. He is sad because other people are upset. He doesn’t get the luxury of insight and expression as to his own emotions and goals. He is a soldier - he's there to work towards someone else's freedom, someone else's liberty. His failures and successes are not his own. His life dosn't belong to himself.

Until, he goes back in time. He, presumably, lives a life in which he lives for himself. He makes his own choices. He works toward his own goals.

Steve's completion isn't a moment. Its not like Tony, where the curtains close with his eyelids, and he is left thinking that he did it, and its done. Steves completion of his life, steves satisfaction that he did it, comes with every moment in which he works for his own reasons. Every moment he gets the luxury of choosing something for himself, and setting aside group goals.

Steve becomes complete. Its a process. Baby steps at first, practicing that authority over his own life that hes not used to. Slowly getting better at it. Its a process, there is no curtain call with Steves becoming. He simply... becomes complete. He becomes himself. He becomes a person with a life, with every day. Its a process that Steve allows himself, rather than a reward he is given.

If Tony's death, Tony's "getting to become complete" is the sleep a doctor gets after their dissertation has been accepted, then Steve's life of "becoming complete" is the fretful sleep a writer gets when they have a good idea, writing down more concepts every time they wake. The book, Steve's life, becomes complete. Its messy. Its confusing. And its slowly becoming solidified, piece by piece. And sometimes Steve thinks it'll never be complete, and that dosn't bother him much, because its not the being complete he wants. its the becoming.

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thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

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The divide between the world of sports fans and the theatre/artsy/musician types seems, at least to me, entirely unnecessary and deeply, deeply tragic.

You will find no better representation of human storytelling than in the narratives of sport. It is a contained microcosm of everything that makes us human; it is a terrarium where you witness the full breadth of our condition — genuine, moving heroics, and equally genuine evil — but, much like fiction, without the real world consequences that follow.

You leap out of your chair when your goalie commits grand theft against the enemy all-star bearing down on him; you throw your hands in the air and curse a higher power when your favourite player makes a mistake so boneheaded it makes you feel a particular shame for having his jersey.

You watch rookies shine, and others burn out, and you reminisce about the hundreds and hundreds of “other guys” that, even if for a second, laid a brick on the history of your favorite team; laid down an offering at the altar of the crest, no matter how small. They mattered to us.

You pore over microstats and imagine yourself a Sportsnet columnist, writing thousands upon thousands of scathing words about exactly how *you* would run a team if given the chance — these words will be read by nobody, but you write them anyways.

Is it that different from a fantasy book after all? Is it all that different from putting pen to paper and creating art?

You and I, we ride this rollercoaster together, and we build a camaraderie over our shared triumphs and defeats. There is something beautiful in this, and if you’re a “sportsball” type — I’ll be the first to say that I understand entirely. There is a pervasive toxicity to so many sports fans, who seem to forget that this is supposed to be fun — more than that! It’s supposed to be beautiful. And my God, it is.

Find a few good people around you; people who appreciate this world for what it is; and learn about a team, and ride the merry-go-round with them for a season. Give it a chance.

It might save your life.

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