ok but real talk the worst part of the first avengers movie is the bit where Steve is all like “tony you’re not a team player” and then when Tony goes into the wormhole and everyone says “close the portal” even though tony is still in it and you know that if Tony hadn’t made it back out then they would have mourned him and they would have been super sad but they would have lived with it. But if it was anyone else-if it was cap or hulk or clint or thor or widow in the wormhole then tony would not have closed the portal until they were back. he would have kept it open no matter what. and if he had to close it? if whoever it was didn’t make it back out? Tony would never have forgiven himself. ever. you know what he’s like. he would have just died a little bit more, and it would have driven him further into his own little self-hatred where he cant escape the past. don’t tell me that tony isn’t a team player. everything he does is for the team. he just doesn’t know how to team. help him.
me, a young fool: omg discowing is so embarrassing, how could Dick even leave the house like that hahahaha
me, now cultured and wise, swirling a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon: Discowing was one of the most iconic looks of the twentieth century and Mr. Grayson should be applauded for his bold contribution to the world of fashion as we know it today
i just saw someone reblog one of my posts and tag it as peter x t*ny so i just need yall to know: if you ship peter parker, a 15 year old child, with tony stark, a 40+ year old man, you can unfollow and please block me
Can we just think about Tony Stark, with his stupidly smart brain that works so fast and is so far ahead of the rest of the world.
Like. What must that be like to live with?
To have numbers, constantly, numbers and equations and calculations running through his mind, all hours of all day and all night. The curvature of a smile or the angle of an employee’s handwriting or the trajectory of a ball some kid is throwing on the other side of the street.
Everything- worked out in split seconds, then moving on to new questions, new statistics, over and over and over and over- never stopping, neverending streams of data worked from his own mind.
They call him the futurist, they call him innovative, but it’s not that. His mind is just wired completely differently to the rest of the world. He takes chaos and manipulates it into scientific order, he cuts the wire because that is the logical choice, he works and he works and he works because if he stops, if he lets go of the reins just for a second, the numbers and the statistics and the equations and the calculations-