5 reasons u love tony!! (random question but i saw another anon ask questions so i thought might as well lol)
1) He’s a big softie underneath his metaphoric or literal metal armour. He’s a mommy’s boy and he craves affection, just look at how soft and emotionally vulnerable when he’s around Pepper and Rhodey, when he doesn’t have to be Tony StarkTM. And he will openly admit to them that he loves them and he can’t lose them.
2) He’s a sweetheart and he cares SO MUCH. He may not be good at telling everyone that he cares, but actions speak louder than words. He remembers Happy’s favourite show is Downton Abbey, he tells Coulson that he can arrange a flight for him to Vienna to meet up with his cellist, he brings green healthy juice for his teammates, he builds Sam Red wing, he wants Thor to stay, he’s playful around Banner to tell him that he doesn’t have to isolate himself because of Hulk, he sees the good in Banner and Hulk when everyone around is respectfully scared of them, he says ‘give me back my Rhodey’, he puts a heater in the Spidey suit, he knows about the old lady and the churro, he’s working on a prototype Cap shield even now they’re at odds, he unironically hopes Pepper likes the giant rabbit and then he apologises to her that maybe the rabbit is too big. And the fact that he created an AI and name it JARVIS because he loves and adore his butler/father figure Edwin Jarvis. His heart is so big and he loves everyone.
3) He’s also a big dork, see here He’s a nerd who banters with his robots and AI, who makes lame jokes and gets excited when there’s a secret door.
4) He’s never shunned away from admitting his fault, he accepts accountability and he takes responsibility of his action. (need proof? here ) He is well aware he sometimes makes questionable decisions but he really does what he best can under each circumstance, and you can count on him to be here to deal with the aftermath and consequences. You can blame him on his recklessness but never fault his good will and him not taking responsibility, he’s actually the only Avenger who deals with the responsibility of his and their action.
5) He puts others well being before himself, not only that he’s always more than ready to sacrifice himself in order to save the rest of the world, he also listens to others. He will compromise if it means for the benefit for everyone, he will always want to find a solution that can help and save everyone.
Bonus: He’s a hard worker. He loves what he does and I identify with him so much when he loses himself in work. He is the most human character despite being a genius, he doesn’t have superpower, all of it comes from his brain and his heart. It’s just really inspiring and uplifting and moving.
“No, I will find him! Shiro is the only person who didn’t give up on me–I won’t give up on him”
Now I’m gonna tell you what’s gonna happen:
Keith will struggle a bit but will fall perfectly into the leader role (surpassing Shiro)
He and Lotor will have a “bonding moment” at some point but they will fall out over something, establishing Keith’s righteousness and Lotor’s wrongness I guess..
Lotor gets a hold of Shiro somehow, (who Keith hasn’t seen since he disappeared maybe) and uses him against Keith.
It’s the one sacrifice for the sake of the universe Keith can’t make.
Depends on when in the series this happens, Shiro ends up taking his own life together with Lotor’s to save the universe
OK, not exactly like this haha. But I’ve been saying they have been building up to something similar since the beginning. And we keep seeing that:
- Shiro is Keith’s weakspot
- Lotor is a cold hearted bastard
- Shiro doesn’t value his own life enough
It’s all there, ppl.
And ofcourse I’m hoping the situation will be resolved differently this time, and Shiro and Keith get a happy ending (really depends on where they go with Shiro’s character, but if he gets over all his problems at some point before this happens, then we’re in trouble). But considering some stuff about “characters dying” that’s been said in some interviews, I just wanna be prepared for the worst.
But like that scene form Golion between Keith, Lotor and Shiro is gonna happen in one way or another at some point.
A/N - because I wonder what they were like as teenagers, and I feel like Saizo probably had a pretty hard edge until Yukimura’s RELENTLESS SUNSHINE just wore him down to the exasperated-with-the-world ninja we know and love today, and I also feel like getting there probably involved both of them getting their heads knocked around a bit along the way.
“You just—he just…he’s…”
At fourteen, Yukimura was mostly wild limbs and wide eyes in a face that hadn’t
quite lost the shape of childhood to growth.
years his senior, Saizo sounded bored, wiping the blade that had claimed the
deed on a cloth as he continued down the path. Yukimura realized he was being
left behind, and shoved the short sword he hadn’t had a chance to use back in
its scabbard, scampering to catch up. Saizo looked lazily over his shoulder,
and continued, flat, “The word you are looking for is dead.”
The sudden flush felt dry and hot on his cheeks. “I know what ‘dead’ is.”
“Do you, now.”
sure he heard it or not, the mocking whisper of as my little lord commands, but real or imagined, it made him
bristle nonetheless. It made him uneasy, the total indifference, and the silence. It bothered him. He didn’t
really know why. He knew Saizo was only being silent now because he’d told him
to be, and somehow that made it worse. The swift rush of annoyance, unease, was
unfamiliar, and sat sour in his flipped stomach, and he found himself mumbling,
“He probably had a family.”
Yukimura could keep up now, and wondered if the pace had been adjusted to his
He sounded tired, in a way Yukimura didn’t understand. So he pressed, trying
“Maybe a wife
or somethin’.” He was frustrated, though he didn’t want to be, thinking of silence and open-eyed bodies falling backwards.
something like a laugh from the shinobi, but it had a cold, careless edge that hurt when it hit, uncoiling something in Yukimura’s stomach that had learned about honor and death and how they mattered. “She’s
a widow now.” And then, with hard smile like a knife’s edge, he turned, words
lazy and vulgar as a snake’s yawn, and they prickled across Yukimura’s skin in a threatening promise he didn’t understand but knew, “Want to know what happens to most little
widows, when their men are killed?”
on him before the words were finished forming, knocking Saizo hard into the dirt
and nearly rolling them both over with the force of it. Surprise and bulk gave
him the advantage, even half-grown, but he was inexperienced still, and Saizo was
not. In a few furious, moments, Saizo had him pinned in the grass, grip hard and bruising, and they were both scraped, filthy and
“Are we done
now, little lord?” The snarl wounded like sin, the brush of a cold wind and
hardly any louder.
He’d done it,
Yukimura realized. He’d actually made Saizo mad.
him, rioting into a grin, and the brief flash of confusion in copper-flecked
eyes gave him enough of an opening to free his fist and shove it back at the
face framed in silver. Saizo dodged, but Yukimura was on him again, elbows and
fists clawing for advantage he never quite managed to wrestle back. He was
stronger, even now, but Saizo was smarter, and waited him out until his limbs
were weak as water, and when they were, there was a blade pressed to his throat.
stared at it, more interested than worried, and glanced up its length to the
older teen holding it. The uncompromised smile stayed with glee when he saw simmering heat in place of
Saizo looked away first.
again, Yukimura decided, but there was an honesty to his exasperation that felt
real, and the shinobi felt so often like smoke slipping through his fingers
that the solidity was welcomed with careless joy. The blade vanished, to where,
Yukimura didn’t know, but he was already eagerly tugging on the torn, bloody
fabric hanging off of the other boy’s shoulder, speaking around the bloodied lip that matched the brilliant bruise starting to form on Saizo’s cheek, “Hey, hey! Teach me that! You gotta teach me that, will you?”
expression of dismay openly deepened, and then was wiped blank. “No.” Saizo
sighed, and leaned over, twirling what had been discarded in his fingers before
offering it, hilt-first. “Don’t drop your sword in a fight.” A pause, and then
muttered, just low enough for Yukimura to know it was meant to be heard, “Idiot.”
With a smile
as bright as the sun, the younger boy snatched back his weapon in delight. He stretched,
wincing as it pulled something sore, then licked his lip and tasted copper with salt. “I’m hungry.”
already standing, walking down the path again. “You always are.”
scrambled up and followed. “Yeah, but I EARNED it this time.”
He thought he saw it. Brief as a flash in
shadow, wry and troubled but there nonetheless, on lips that usually strayed
little from slightly annoyed. “Maybe.” But whatever he’d seen was forgotten at
the roll of Saizo’s fingers, and what was there—
“Hey! That’s my coin purse.”
There it was again, faint but ferocious even though the words were mild as a
breeze. Not…quite friendly. Not yet. But it would be, Yukimura knew. He’d won
that, he knew it, even if Saizo didn’t yet and that was okay. “You’re buying,
It was worth
it, the teen figured. Probably. He grinned, stretching once more to throw his
hands behind his head, beaming up into the sunshine and vaguely accepting that his nose was bleeding now, too. “Yeah, okay.”