Me, at my character whom I created, whose dialogues I write, whose actions I decide, whose development and personality are completely under my control: Why are you such a bitch
While watching this gif, I noticed that his glasses disappear from his hand, which means they’re also made of nanotech. But like if it’s nanotech then it could’ve just been absorbed while the helmet was forming on his face, which means that Tony was just That Dramatic Motherfucker that just couldn’t resist taking off the glasses like a badass for his suit reveal
I never noticed this hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Production: so the glasses will be absorbed by the helmet and–
RDJ: i wanna take them off
Production: oh, but it’s nanotech you don’t need to–
reading Frankenstein in high school was so jarring after only knowing about it from tv shows and shit. imagine my shock when it turns out victor frankenstein was actually just a bitchass college dropout and the monster was ridiculously fucking eloquent. plot twist of the goddamned century.
media depiction of the monster: grunting and shambling. only uses very basic sentences.”fire bad! >:( me angry!!”
canonical monster:
“
You are in the wrong, and instead of threatening, I am content to reason with you. I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind? You, my creator, would tear me to pieces and triumph; remember that, and tell me why I should pity man more than he pities me? You would not call it murder if you could precipitate me into one of those ice-rifts and destroy my frame, the work of your own hands. Shall I respect man when he condemns me? Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness, and instead of injury I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude at his acceptance. But that cannot be; the human senses are insurmountable barriers to our union. Yet mine shall not be the submission of abject slavery. I will revenge my injuries; if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my archenemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred. Have a care; I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you shall curse the hour of your birth.“
If my future s/o doesn’t stare at me like I’m their whole world while I stand like a crackhead in the candle section of target smelling every single candle before buying one then whats the point
