For Iron Man 3 when I came here, and I did my gauntlet dance and all that stuff, that was the heightened of my narcissism. There’s no way to go except back to the ground from there.
what’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants ?
one’s a crusty bus station and one’s a busty crustacean#i’ve told this joke a million times and it NEVER fails
me right before any new wntv ep: okay but who bought lot 37
me right after any new wtnv ep: okay but who bought lot 37
me at any given time between wntv…
I FOUND IT AGAIN YES
i was scrolling and i nearly had a subliminal heart attack when i saw it.
cybersyncing said: ok but hear me out: The Hobbit where everything is the same except Bilbo has the personality of Martin Freeman
Not sure why but this is how my phone took a picture of lightning
Looks like it took half of this world, and half of a dark world.
It’s so rad and creepy, gives the spook chills
Science side here: The flash coming off of the lightning is very fast. Your phonecamera’s shutter actually takes the photo from side to side. The flash of lightning (or perhaps another lightning) struck while it was in the middle of photographing, leaving half of the photo being from before the flash, and the other half during it.
Science Fiction side here: What really happened was a tear in the fabric of reality. During that fraction of second you camera was able to pierce through the veil that separate this dimension from the mirror-image one, also known as mirror universe. Your alternate self probably did the same, at the same time. You alternate self also has a goatee and/or an eyepatch.
THE SHEET IS MADE OUT OF WOOD TOO
Wendell Castle, Ghost Clock. 1985
THAT IS MAHOGANY
this makes me angry for no apparent reason
I want to touch it so badly.
The force Jack puts into the words when he says it.
You can seriously just tell how angry and hurt he is here, even though he manages to reign it in a little bit in the next few sentences. The one who created him, who gave him life and a name and then ignored him for 300 years, has finally said something about him.
And it wasn’t even to him.
He was talking to the Guardians just a few seconds ago. But his finale, this angry statement spoken in nothing short of pent-up frustration, is shouted up at the moon. All of his gestures are towards the moon. His words, his narrowed glare, the throwing of his arm, the sharp step forward— All towards the Man in the Moon.
Because how dare he. How dare he ignore him for three centuries, and then give the answers he longed and begged and screamed for to someone else.