but I am now going to RAVE about one of my most favourite scenes in marvel cinematic universe and yeah that’s right
its the destruction of tony’s Malibu house scene.
Lets start off with the fact that i am an architect with a degree, and I find Tony’s house completely DELIGHTFUL.
I love it. Both interior and exterior of it are lovely. I absolutely adore open and spacious living room, home-ness of tony’s lab&garage, and gorgeous open view bedroom. Delightful.
Also give me a second to SCREAM about that lovely detail – Christmas stockings.
I can’t grab a single shot where you can see all of them clearly, but there’s actually 5 stockings. Two big red ones – Tony and Pepper – big green one – Jarvis – and two smaller ones, one of which got ‘U’ on it, so I am assuming the other one must be Dum-E and I HONESTLY CAN NOT HOLD THE FEELS. I saw people mentioning Jarvis stocking because you can clearly see it but BABY BOTS GOT THEM TOO, HOW BEYOND PRECIOUS IS THAT. I am crying over here, i’m not okay.
Now, the scene of this beautiful house going down must be heartbreaking and not fun, but all that content honestly:
You know one of the things I love about Tom Hiddleston? Sometimes Tom is all like :
“He is a combination of mercurial intellectual ability, emotional ambiguity, charisma and provocative wit. He has a wicked inclination to mischief, underneath which is a well of spiritual pain. Both these aspects are central to his depth as a character : his unashamed and perverse delight in creating chaos and his capacity for raw emotional expression.”
Then sometimes Tom is all like :
“Loki is loco. Completamente loco. People go loco for Loki. Livin’ la vida Loki.”
That may just be the difference between Tom demonstrating his mastery of English and running up against the limits of his Spanish.
Most mental health professionals (especially clinical social workers) know that material conditions affect the mental health of clients. This is not Brand New Information: it’s something that there’s continuing research in the field. Antidepressants can’t cure the world’s shittiness, but they can make it possible to have the energy to get up, take a shower, eat a meal, and have the wearwithal to do actions that fight structural oppression.
Additionally, mental illness exists in communist countries and countries with large welfare states. Also, communist countries also have a history of abusing mentally ill patients (USSR) or failing to provide care for mentally ill people (Cuba). Some of the causes of mental illness, such as intergenerational trauma are still going to be around during fully automated luxury space communism.
^ I was just going to reblog whichever of the latest iteration of that post to say something like this. No one who knows shit about mental health research is doubting that environmental conditions affect mental health, including possibly triggering it in people who wouldn’t otherwise have symptoms. And sure, there are probably some people in Tumblr’s deeply-fucked “mental health” community who need to hear that maybe their life circumstances are contributing to how they feel.
What we’re taking issue with is how y’all can’t say it without some variation of “anti-depressants are useless and fake so throw them away” when a lot of people on here have had their lives saved by those pills, and those pills specifically. And no one who actually studies this shit, and who actually cares about MI people other than as a talking point, is saying that they should do that.
This attitude also encourages people to think that the relatively materially privileged who suffer from mental illness must be faking it somehow.
I just stumbled across a pagan site (well, the Google preview of one, because most religious sites are blocked at work) saying that Actual Norse God Loki likes offerings of really sweet things, like Pez and other types of candy, which a) is hilarious because Funko just released their first few Pez dispensers and Loki’s one of them, and b) makes me feel weirdly vindicated for my headcanon about MCU Loki having an enormous sweet tooth
I have the Loki sweet tooth headcanon too and this is marvelous information.
I think a lot about Thor avoiding Loki after The Avengers.
he doesn’t go to Loki’s cell. doesn’t talk to him. spends as much time as possible away from Asgard. I think part of it is anger – the betrayal, the sense of how could he do this, a desire to punish Loki by ignoring him (because more than anything else, Loki has always hated being ignored).
but I think part of it is also fear and confusion: Thor doesn’t get why things have changed so much, and he’s afraid of confronting Loki about it, because on some level Thor doesn’t want all his worst impressions to be realized. he hopes there’s some kind of explanation, some kind of reason, maybe even some kind of excuse. but he’s afraid that there just…isn’t, and doesn’t want to face the possibility that the Loki he knew growing up is just…gone forever.
so rather than deal with that, he avoids it, and avoids Loki, because as long as he doesn’t see Loki he doesn’t have to deal with him, and on some level Thor really doesn’t want to.
with Frigga’s murder, the anger overcomes that fear, but he still retains this closed off, hard-hearted facade, because he’s determined, even then, not to deal with the implicit vulnerability of asking why.
because he’s afraid of the answer.
And afraid of being manipulated by Loki, of being called on shit by him. And because Odin forbade any visitors, and Thor wants to be the Good Son, so he kept himself busy cleaning up messes that supposedly Loki inspired.
I too think a lot about this period in their relationships and I love this meta.
I actually wrote it this way in a fic where they finally talk about shit (and also have sex, naturally):
“Why did you not come to see me for a year after I was imprisoned?”
It became clear to Thor that talk of the ‘pang’ of guilt was not merely metaphorical, because he felt it as a sudden ache in his stomach. “I was angry,” he said simply. “And hurt, and confused. But I was too cowardly to ask the questions that ate at me, because I feared what the answers might be. It was… easier to nurse my anger at a distance. To tell myself that I had given you up for lost, when in truth I kept myself in just enough ignorance to keep a spark of hope alive.”
Loki laughed, with far less bitterness than Thor might have expected. “Do you know, that reminds me of this strange theory Midgardians have about ‘subatomic particles’—very small components of matter. They say that the position of these particles is not only unknown but indeterminate until a measurement is taken. A skeptic of this view devised a thought experiment that he took to be a reductio ad absurdum: suppose a cat is put in a box with a flask of poison, and a certain motion of one of these particles will trigger a mechanism to break the flask. If the position of the particle is truly indeterminate until measured, then until we open the box, the cat is both alive and dead—but that cannot be. Just so, it seems, you thought that I was at once lost to you and not, in reach of salvation and not, so long as you never spoke to me to find out which it was.”
Thor frowned. “And yet it is not so strange to think that the state of a person’s mind is unfixed until asked after as to think that a cat may be both alive and dead until seen to be one or the other. I feared that if, in anger, I spoke the wrong words to you, I would ensure that I had lost you forever.”
“But you did not fear that you might ensure it by waiting too long to ask?” Loki said, more gently than the words might have warranted.
Thor pressed his fingers to his closed eyelids and sighed. “I did. I did, but I was a coward. I kept telling myself that it had not been too long yet; that if you were still my brother, a few months would not be enough to change that. I could not bear to let go of either my anger or my hope.”
Loki laughed again, slightly taunting, but still remarkably benign. “If only I had recorded it for the ages—the mighty Thor admitting to cowardice!”
Loki is the Philosopher King 