AELEOLUS: Call me Leo; I'm an ENTP genderqueer bisexual looking to become Tony Stark sometime in the future. I love navel-gazing weirdness and most forms of media. Bring on your antiheroes with rigid moral codes and I'll love you for life. Welcome. <3
March 20th - 1,179 notes - J
Hey, can someone rec me some TV shows? I’m insanely bored for some reason.
December 7th - 1,879 notes - J
Paul Stuart Phineas Cole F/W 2012
Who does it better?
Nearly 2,000 dollars a piece. Jesus Christ.
I know. I think my body wept a little just knowing it would never touch one. I’ve got the soul of a dandy, but the budget and frugality of those crazy ass women on Super Couponing.
SAAAME.
I WOULD LICK ALL OF THOSE SUITS, THEY ARE PERFECT
October 23rd - 1,023 notes - J
I can’t sleep and when I do, I have nightmares.
Sorry about the blood in your mouth.
September 4th - 1,117 notes - J
go forth and make mischief: This man is killing me
Story about how Tom Hardy found a kitten while shooting Sweeney Todd in Romania (did he get cut from that or what? I dunno, that’s what the site says Edit: It was a BBC version). Prepare to die from the cuteness. No, I’m not cutting it. You should read…
April 25th - 5,701 notes - J
Tony Stark ♥ JARVIS
Hahaha Tony’s lab in the movies is one of the most brilliantly perfect things I’ve ever seen in a superhero film. It’s mostly invented by the film and involved so much of RDJ improvising, but it just captures the essence of Tony so perfectly! It’s also a really brilliant way to mirror what is going on inside of Tony psychologically.
I’m gonna give you more creys (some of these are real facts, others are headcanons):
- The hotrod in Tony’s lab that’s unfinished, according to the movie novel, is the last project Tony worked on with his father, and that’s why he’s never finished it. He’s eternally just tinkering with it and changing things, but never actually trying to complete the project.
- If you think about it, Jarvis himself is a pretty huge accomplishment of Tony’s. When do you think he created Jarvis? Considering Jarvis seems to be completely used to Tony, and everyone in his life is apparently totally used to Jarvis as well, it seems to me Jarvis has been around for quite some time - but at the same time, nobody else has a Jarvis, and nobody ever talks about Tony Stark’s Incredible Artifical Intelligence Creation. That makes no sense, unless…
- Remember, Tony made the mini Arc Reactor under extreme stress and then afterwards didn’t want to share it with anyone, even though just telling the investors/stock holders about it would have taken a lot of pressure off of Tony’s back. He keeps it to himself, because it’s his baby (I know there are other reasons too, but bear with me) - so Tony keeping incredible accomplishments to himself is not new.
- So, my theory is Tony created Jarvis as his final thesis project at MIT right after his parents died as a way to distract himself. We’ve seen in the past that Tony seems to work best when he’s obsessed with something - he doesn’t do well with assignments/being given instructions.
- This fills the gap between Howard and Maria dying and Tony getting Pepper, Happy and Rhodey to be his surrogate family. True, he had Obidiah, but he and Obidiah obviously have a weird sort of abusive relationship where I feel like Tony is super insecure and has trouble telling if Obidiah sincerely likes him or not - so he tries hard -and fails - to win Obidiah’s affection. He keeps trying, though the efforts get more and more jaded with time, until they’re more habit than anything else (“Why aren’t you wearing the pajamas I got you?”)
- So for years Jarvis was a combination child Tony had to take care of/responsibility to force him to keep going (“If I don’t get out of bed today, who will do (X) for Jarvis? I’m the only one who can take care of Jarvis.”)/eventual nanny and then finally surrogate parent that nags Tony and is a vocal embodiment of the sarcastic, acid voice inside Tony’s head that sounds like his dad and picks apart everything Tony does or says.
And so Jarvis is his baby and is deeply personal and Tony can’t bear to let other people have a Jarvis, so he’s never shared the tech.
Though I imagine Jarvis may have a “brother” over at MIT used purely for research. But that’s just sci-fi speculation and has less to do with Tony’s FEELINGS.
- You know the malfunctioning robot arm thing that Tony is constantly threatening to get rid of, which he calls “dummy”?
Dummy is Tony.
Think about how Tony’s dad treats him in those clips we see in Iron Man 2, getting drunk and shouting at him - the stuff Tony tells us, that his father never even said that he liked him and the obvious unhappy relationship there and Tony’s massive self-esteem and daddy issues.
So now take everything Tony’s ever said to Dummy, and imagine Howard Stark saying those lines to a young Tony. It’s creepy how well it fits, right? So I think Tony will mock and threaten Dummy till he’s blue in the face, but he would never actually get rid of him or fix him no matter how much of a mess Dummy makes, or how much Dummy screws up. He loves Dummy, perhaps even more because Dummy is a screw-up (like him). What he says to Dummy is how he thinks about himself.
Okay I’ll stop now lmao.
TL;DR the movies are the best thing to ever happen to the Iron Man franchise, and Tony Stark cannot deal with 3D Pig Disgusting Humans so he had to build himself friends when he was a young, extremely depressed man. And then slowly over time he started to collect flesh and blood friends and he came out of his room more often.
But a lot of the time he still goes back to his room and locks himself in and plays Led Zeppelin really loud and talks to his mechanical friends who he knows and trusts and who he can mess up with but they won’t mind and will never leave him.i don’t know who you are or what i did to make you hate me but I AM SORRY OKAY I AM SO SORRY oh my god plaesdl;fkh dgstop
January 21st - 18,524 notes - J
He manages to convince himself that it’s the right thing to do.
Three years to the day since the death of London’s greatest mind, since the death of the world’s only consulting detective, since the death of the great Sherlock Holmes.
Three years to the day since the death of John Watson’s best friend, and the pain of it has not been dulled by a single passing moment. He is tired. So, so tired.
He looks out over the rooftops, out over London. Below him, the world moves on, takes no notice of the small figure standing on the ledge of Saint Bartholomew’s Hospital.
Three years, to the day. It’s oddly poetic, if he were inclined to such sentiments. He tells himself that he’s doing what’s best – he hasn’t been the same since Sherlock died, hasn’t laughed and hardly ever smiles. Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson tried, at first. He’d invite John out for a pint, she’d bring him tea in the mornings.
Nothing helped. Eventually they got the message.
John moved out of Baker Street two months later. Found himself a small flat he was able to afford on his army pension and whatever money he managed to make at the surgery, on the days he decided to show up.
Sarah was understanding. She put up with him longer than he could have asked for.
Now he’s jobless. Nearly homeless. Living off of tea and crap telly to numb his mind. No one to miss him because he’s pushed everyone away and the only person who really mattered, John buried three years before.
He tells himself it’s the right thing to do. Sherlock wouldn’t have wanted him to, but Sherlock’s not there to tell him so. That’s the problem.
On the street below, no one takes notice of the man on the roof who spreads his arms wide, feeling the breeze telling of distant rain whisper against his exposed skin. He looks down – it doesn’t seem so far, I wonder if this is what he felt like, maybe I can ask him soon – takes a deep breath.
John Watson closes his eyes. Leans forward. Feels himself begin to fall-
-is violently snatched from behind, strong arms curling around his chest, yanking him back.
His savior doesn’t let go when they tumble backwards, landing hard on the building below them. John breathes deeply, evenly through his nose, does not open his eyes. The feel of those arms around his chest is oddly comforting, the scratch of wool on his cheek distracting, the scent of tea and unidentifiable chemicals familiar…
John opens his eyes, sees nothing but the sky thinly veiled by clouds. The arms around him remove themselves. His savior shifts.
Suddenly the sky is replaced by two pale eyes, half-lidded and grieving.
“You were going to jump after me,” Sherlock says. It’s the first time John can remember hearing the great detective say something so obvious.
January 21st - 27,784 notes - J
click and drag