since I now pretend at being a star wars blog, I’ve decked it out for the 40th anniversary of star wars tomorrow! icon and mobile banner are switched out, the queue is loaded with OT posts, and now, a star wars story.
you know how cool it would have been if my parents had met at the star wars premiere? well, that didn’t happen. however, the day of the premiere my dad closed his office early (which he never did) to go see the matinee showing of star wars with my mom because he “knew it was going to be a big deal”. after they got all settled in the theatre my mom decided she wanted popcorn, and that’s how she missed the opening scrawl. however, my dad was hooked and when it re-released in theatres when I was 10, he took me to the premiere showing of each re-release. we’re a star wars family (or most of us are).
anyway, on this most catchphrasey of anniversaries,
may you celebrate with blue milk and all the cantina music your ears can handle!
(also if you have read this far, drop a prompt in my inbox and I’ll write you a drabble for may the 40th <333 prompts will be open until 3pm EST)
But there are other, small pieces of magic tucked in. The quarter that stops perfectly in the crack in the floorboards. The pies that always come out just the way Bitty wants them to no matter how much time he has in the Haus kitchen. And unless something is wrong, unless the mood is disturbed, Bitty never drops one of them. The way leaves always cling to Nursey, like he’s static charged, or like the wind and the earth are drawn to him. The way the Haus’ roof always seems to hold exactly as much weight as it needs to, even when it shouldn’t be structurally sound enough to hold the weight of four or five hockey boys and their much smaller manager. A little bit of love in the jam that makes Jack warm and happy and calm when he’s going through his pre-game ritual, a feeling he notices most when it was jam he got from Bitty.
There are things that none of them understand but that they accept, because everyday magic is more literal than figurative at Samwell.
one of many things that i find deeply fucked up in tony’s sales pitch of the jericho is how he kicks it off by like… literally responding to one of machiavelli’s points when he says “is it better to be feared or respected? i say, is it too much to ask for both?”
from chapter XVII of the prince:
“Upon this a question arises: whether it be better to be loved than feared or feared than loved? It may be answered that one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, is much safer to be feared than loved, when, of the two, either must be dispensed with.”
and just the fact that the name of the missile is “jericho,” really, and tony presents it with a mountain chain behind him and then all the explosions – pretty sure that’s supposed to parallel the collapse of the walls of jericho (described in the bible, book of joshua). this wouldn’t be the only (or the first) biblical reference by tony in this movie
like there’s something really cold… and dark… about this. about tony weaving machiavelli and the bible into a sales pitch for a missile. and then the showmanship of the whole thing. having a drink afterward. throwing in a high tech cooler as a ~special treat in purchases of five hundred million dollars or more.
it’s all sooo…. fucked. up. IM1 had no chill about this stuff. and it’s ultimately such an important part of the change in tony. because the double-dealing might have been on stane, it might have been something tony would never do himself, but like tony said, “it’s my name on the side of the building.” he did sit down at one point and incorporated war into marketing strategy. regardless of what his true intent or goals were as a part of the weapons industry (stark innovations all relied on military funding, and the most genuine statement of intent that we get is the post-captivity mention that he created weapons to “defend and protect”) the fact that tony was this polished businessman wearing perfectly pressed suits and having a drink in the middle of a desert war zone after making a small marketing spectacle out of something he personally designed to kill from a distance and at the push of a button – that’s fucked up and it must weigh a SHIT TON in his conscience. it’s the “i saw that i had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability” part of his post-captivity press conference speech. the fact that in his line of business one would design something deadly, sell it, and then just watch it being used to kill others from the comfort of one’s own home while thinking “i just designed the button and sold it, i didn’t push it” or worse: “well, ultimately pushing the button is necessary, and from an objective standpoint, pushing the button means i sell more stuff to keep paying for x, y and z”
and that, thank FUCK, is what tony got out of. tony started at “it’s an imperfect world but it’s the only one we’ve got, i guarantee you the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace, i’ll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals” then *actually* made that exact leap by shutting weapons manufacturing down then pouring billions and billions and billions of the money he made into clean energy initiatives, mental health research, the avengers, city clean-up through the maria stark foundation, student research grants. it’s interesting because tony is one of two (thor being the second) current mcu heroes who actually had to like. drown in sudden awareness of his own privilege in order to get to where he is. so when people ask “uh why does tony suddenly care what 117 other countries think” well, it’s this
tony coming to care about what 117 other countries think is the whole point of his character development and look the fact that the iron man franchise itself, after IM1, just fucking DROPPED the arc of tony’s feeling of personal accountability over his role in the military-industrial complex – is in fact a fucking crime and i will never forgive them