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FROM  THE  BEGINNING  OF  THE  UNIVERSE  TO  THE  EDGE  OF  TOMORROW ,  IT  WAS  ALWAYS  YOU  /  reboot  dash - only  mcu  &  headcanon  tony  stark  by  lion ;  18+

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Surprise bitch bet you thought you'd seen the last of me

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Tony when everyone around him was dying vs. Tony knowing that he is going to die

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Don’t feel bad about this. Part of the journey is the end.

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it’s been fun

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❛ The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear. ❜

annihilation.

inhumanity has haunted him long before the analogous end, questioning his place among the extraordinary for far too long when the only thing keeping him here is his own shallow pride, a mere affectation. since then, tony stark has weighed his years against a centennial, half-measures attributed to every quantum, every systematic spoil under the guise of gilded armor. there is nothing beautiful in death, and yet it is hauntingly beautiful, the affluence of poetry echoed in his own empire built on mathematics. it’s never been entirely foreign to him, and perhaps that is why the image of it haunts him all the more. 

for the last ten years he has deflowered his innocence, withering under his own iron image, as though nothing had worked to contribute to his forthcoming demise. he is not responsible for the destruction of the universe, but there is no one left to tell him otherwise, waxing poetry about the beauty of the horror of the untimely end when it’s all he’s ever wanted. certainly now, when he feels the passing guilt of every star, every system, every outcry that reminds him of what he could have, should have done, only to fade into the peripheral, another burial in his own backyard without his own untimely name on it.

maybe there will come a time when his own universe isn’t crumbling through his fingers, allowing for a steadier guilt upon his shoulders than the one carelessly afforded to him…

and that is the world’s greatest mistake. carelessness. the one word in all the world that tony stark has yet to define, if only he could see it for himself. he is blinded by his own purported apathy, the strings he’s tied himself up in with no cause for concern because it feels just, like he’s deserving of it, and because of that he sees no end in sight. it’s why he longs for one so desperately, so selfishly, because it’s what the world expected of him. no amount of disregard can keep him from the world at large. not their anger, not their guilt, not their accusation. friendship is the only thing that truly blinded him to it for a time…even then, he once thought otherwise, tried to see past the fault in their stars because he was collapsium under blame. for anyone save himself, he couldn’t bring himself to mean it.

i can do this, he had told himself. i can do this. over and over and over again, until thanos tried to remind him that he couldn’t, because he never could, because he was ignorant. selfish. your optimism is selfish, your heroism is selfish, you have done nothing but deal death’s hand to the universe time and time and time again. 

so is it really any wonder thanos would remember you?

( how much of yourself did you see in him, tony? )

don’t tell me that death is beautiful, don’t tell me that the abyss is lurking just around the corner. tell me that it’s here, that it’s ugly and beaten and bloodied and bruised. tell me that it’s me, that i can’t die because it’s all i seem to be capable of, that there’s a reason i’m still here when no one else is. tell me. TELL ME WHY I HAD TO WATCH THEM DIE―

again.

‘ damn allergies. ’ tony sniffs, inhaling violently, failing to make light of the ache in his gut. ‘ s’all it is then, right? allergies? case of a head cold―maybe the milano has some intergalactic claritin for it― ’

he shudders, feeling colder than he ever remembers, stricken with a hot flash, stumbling. peter. peter. peter. peter. peter. dust rising in the wind, his mouth agape with the second realization that this isn’t a dream, this isn’t even a nightmare. there’s dust in his eye now, unsure if it’s dust or if it’s―

it hits him harder. sharper. slower and then all at once, at the point of his sternum, clawing at the nanotech keeping the patchwork shape of his armor. he wants to tear it out of his chest, wants to tear out his chest and get rid of the feeling that’s already poisoned the rest of him.

you were too late. 

you will always be too late.

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hamlet quotes pertaining to the psyche of tony stark

- conscience doth make cowards of us all. - when sorrows come, they come not single spies. but in battalions! - god hath given you one face, and you make yourself another. - madness in great ones must not unwatched go. - what a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust. - sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting that would not let me sleep. - you cannot, sir, take from me any thing that i will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life. - where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; where little fears grow great, great love grows there. - o, that this too too solid flesh would melt; thaw and resolve itself into a dew! or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter.  - if it be now, ’tis not to come. if it be not to come, it will be now. if it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all.

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iron man’s helmet + yorick’s skull parallels. (yorick’s skull being a physical reminder of the finality of death and/or the acceptance of death)

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GRAVEDIGGER: A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! He poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the king’s jester.

HAMLET: This?

GRAVEDIGGER: E'en that.

HAMLET: Let me see. (takes the skull) Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. —Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady’s chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that.

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Man, this song sometimes

Let it go, let it roll right off your shoulder

Don’t you know the hardest part is over?

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     BOOK STARTERS VOL.33      ANNIHILATION      JEFF VANDERMEER  

❛ When you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. ❜

❛ That’s how the madness of the world tries to colonise you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality. ❜

❛ The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear. ❜

❛ Silence creates violence. ❜

❛ Some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough. ❜

❛ There are certain kinds of connections that are so deep that when broken you feel the snap of it inside you. ❜

❛ Nothing that ever lived and breathed was truly objective—even in a vacuum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth. ❜

❛ We all live in a kind of continuous dream. ❜

❛ You can either waste time worrying about a death that might not come or concentrate on what’s left to you. ❜

❛ What can you do when your five senses are not enough? ❜

❛ We will neither be what we had been nor what we would become once we reach our destination. ❜

❛ Perhaps my only real expertise, my only talent, is to endure beyond the endurable. ❜

❛ When you are too close to the centre of a mystery there is no way to pull back. ❜

❛ I long ago stopped believing in promises. Biological imperatives, yes. Environmental factors, yes. Promises, no. ❜

❛ I look not for shooting stars but for fixed ones, and I try to imagine what kind of life lives in those celestial tidal pools so far from us. ❜

❛ I hesitated for just a moment. Some part of me wanted to see the creature, I think. If so, it was a very small part. I ran. ❜

❛ I don’t require any of this to have a deeper meaning. ❜

❛ All of this speculation is incomplete, inexact, inaccurate, useless. ❜

❛ We don’t have real answers, because we still don’t know what questions to ask. Our instruments are useless, our methodology broken, our motivations selfish. ❜

❛ This part I will do alone. Don’t follow. ❜

❛ People my entire life have told me I am too much in control, but that has never been the case. I have never truly been in control. ❜

❛ Has there always been someone like me to bury the bodies, to have regrets, to carry on after everyone else was dead? ❜

❛ I loved them, but I didn’t need them, and I thought that was the way it was supposed to be. ❜

❛ Places can impress themselves upon me, and I can become part of them with ease. ❜

❛ There is no one with me. I am all by myself. ❜

❛ Pretending often leads to becoming a reasonable facsimile of what you mimic. ❜

❛ I think you’re confusing suicide with self-destruction, and they’re very different. Almost none of us commit suicide, whereas almost all of us self-destruct. ❜

❛ What did you eat? You had rations for only two weeks. You were there for nearly four months. ❜

❛ Something here is making giant waves in the gene pool. ❜

❛ I need to know what’s inside. ❜

❛ These aren’t decisions. They’re impulses ❜

❛ What do you think I do when you’re away? Do you think I’m out in the garden pinning, looking up at the sky? ❜

❛ If I know what’s happened I can save their life. ❜

❛ They either went crazy or something in here killed them. ❜

❛ Something is coming through the fence! ❜

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me watching the endgame trailer

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One person did make such a difference in all our lives! Thank you Stan Lee ❤️

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thank you.

thank you for the life you lived, the stories you told, the characters you created, the tears you cried.

thank you, stan lee, for envisioning a world that made the future that much brighter.

rest in peace excelsior