one day an insane person is going to threaten me with a gun and im going to make some stupid joke and thats how my life will end
Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
when u accidentally hurt ur friends feelings and they insist that its fine but u know it isnt
always
he would run into so many buildings
“Sir, are you entirely certain we shouldn’t just reblog—”
“JARVIS, JUST DO IT”
“I simply think it might be seen as…I believe the popular vernacular is ‘a dick move’… to repost a graphic without—”
“Jarvis, I’m fighting crime here, can you spare me the lecture on website etiquette?”
“I apologize, Mr. Stark, but I have suggested in the past that you not tumble while piloting. If you would simply allow me to—”
“JARVIS, I SWEAR TO GOD”
He is actually the sort of person that would repost too, come to think of it.
I don’t think he would, actually. He got really annoyed when the government tried to pinch his suit, so why would he repost other people’s hard work? He’s a creator. He knows how much it sucks when people steal your ideas and things, and I can’t believe I’m talking about this what has happened to my life.
Tony is the type of person who would find the people doing the reposting, hack their tumblrs, and cover them in pictures of dicks.
Tumblr, ladies and gentlemen.
its backwards.
Friendly reminder that Tom Felton improvised this scene because he forgot his line.
A+ acting, would cackle again.
I love how he looks genuinely impressed in the last gif.