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me (season 3 finale): that’s it, this is Peak Gay, what could surpass Steve and Tony longingly reaching for each other across an abyss—

AA (drops the L-word): BITCH YOU THOUGHT

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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes

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when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia

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When Russia sends you nudes

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#what the fuck happened here

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This is my favorite post in all of tumblr

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reminder that this post is now illegal in Russia

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reblog it, because Russia can´t

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Thanks Obama

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Wtf

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When Russia makes this post illegal

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tony stark wielded the infinity gauntlet and didn’t even flinch from the pain. both hulk and thanos screamed like lil bitches when they put the glove on. but not my mans tony. nah bitch. he owned those stones. tony stark has the biggest dick energy in the entire mcu. iron man got an iron dick.

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y’all in the replies like “yeah but he died using them :/“ are missing the point. the point is that tony stark, human with zero superpowers, stole the stones right from thanos’ grasp and didn’t even scream in pain as the power surged through him before he even snapped his fingers.

hulk banner, a being on a similar power level as thanos, could hardly contain their power when he first slipped on the stark gauntlet and then passed out after snapping. even thanos himself yelled out in pain; 1. every time he added a stone to his gauntlet during infinity war 2. when he acquired the mind stone, completing the whole set at the end of infinity war and 3. when he stole the stark gauntlet from the heroes and put it on in endgame. and then there’s tony stark, human mortal in his early 50s, who put all six stones on at once and barely flinched at the pain.

the point isn’t “tony stark still died after using the stones”

it’s “tony stark’s iron will was so strong not even the raw power of six infinity stones surging through his mortal body could stop him from snapping”

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You kind of have to take into account that Tony Stark’s pain tolerance is a LOT different to Thanos and the Hulk.

Both Thanos and the Hulk are physically tough, they don’t feel pain often. So when the stones hurt them they didn’t know how to handle it hence the screaming. They never learned how to take pain.

But Tony has been in extreme pain since 2008. The stones were just another source of suffering and something he could handle. He may not be as strong as them but pain was an old friend to him.

It’s a play on strength and endurance. Thanos and the Hulk are strong, but Tony had the endurance.

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alyofthestars

This makes me think about the whole “Stark men are made of iron” thing Howard’s always taught Tony. They shouldn’t flinch, they shouldn’t falter. And Tony didn’t. Up until the end, he was determined to do one last attempt at saving the ones he loved, even at the cost of his own life. And Tony didn’t falter at all even at the end. He didn’t flinch.

And I think that’s why his line “I am Iron Man” at the end holds even more weight. He looked Thanos straight in the eye and he handled it better than Thanos did.

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some asshole: i hATE TONY STA–

me:

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““Are You A Feminist?” I am five years old. My mother just told me to go fetch a sweater because an adult man would be coming over soon, and I need to cover up. I am seven years old. A boy wouldn’t stop chasing me on the playground and throwing rocks at me. I’m upset. My best friend says it’s because he likes me and she told me boys are mean to girls they like. I am ten years old. We just had our first health class in school. The teachers were trying to educate us on sexual assault. After class, my friends told me to scream fire instead of rape if I’m ever being attacked, because no one will come if they hear the word rape being screamed. I am twelve years old. I just got my first period. A pad fell out of my book bag at school and everyone started laughing. Apparently, periods aren’t normal and they should be hidden at all costs. I am fifteen years old. I’m in the office crying because a boy I don’t know kept following me down the hallway and grabbing my ass even after I told him to stop. The administrator scolds me. “maybe you shouldn’t be wearing leggings if you don’t want that kind of attention” she sends me home with a dress code violation. She marked the “distracting” box. I am seventeen years old. I’ve just been slapped because a boy got angry with me after I wouldn’t let him put his hands down my pants. Apparently, I led him on by letting him copy my math assignment. I am twenty-one years old. My best friend has bought me special nail polish to wear to the bar. She says it changes color if it’s dipped in a drink that has a date rape drug in it. I am twenty-three years old. I’m reading this to the first class I will ever teach. A student raises her hand and says, “no offense, but doesn’t this stuff happen to every girl?” So yes, I am a feminist. And when you ask me why, I will read this to you. Again, and again, and again.”

— v.j.v

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Your ancestors called it magic, but you call it science. I come from a land where they are one and the same.

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“Not all men” I say, “there is but one who is purely good.” But which man am I referring to? In Iceland, deep in the woods and the snow, there lives a lad raised by wolves who feasts upon sunbeams and loves all of nature, unburdened by man’s sins. Tenderly, he strokes a hungry squirrel, sharing with her the last acorns of the autumn harvest. A tear rolls down his cheek. Who is he

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Willem Arondeus was a Dutch resistance fighter who gave his life trying to protect his Jewish countrymen from the Nazis. Born in Amsterdam in 1895, Willem was one of six children. From a young age, he was a talented artist and his parents encouraged his creativity, until he came out as homosexual at age 17. In a time when nearly all gay people were in the closet, Willem’s parents could not accept his choice to live openly. Their rejection led Willem to run away from home. On his own, Willem took odd jobs and eventually became a successful visual artist and writer. He was commissioned to paint a mural for Rotterdam’s town hall, in a style that combined modern abstract painting with a traditional Dutch motif. Willem was a well-respected author who published a popular biography of Dutch painter and political activist Matthijs Maris. In 1940, Germany invaded the Netherlands. Willem immediately joined the resistance movement, and urged his fellow artists to fight against the Nazi occupation. WIllem published illegal anti-Nazi pamphlets calling for mass resistance against the Germans. Willem was especially committed to saving Amsterdam’s Jewish community. Bringing in others to the cause, Willem arranged for Dutch Jews to be hidden in people’s homes. He used his artistic skills to create false identity papers. In 1943, Willem hatched a brazen plan. Dressed as a German Army captain, and with 15 men behind him, Willem boldly marched into the Public Record Office, where lists identifying people as Jews were kept. Willem drugged the guards and planted a firebomb. The resulting blaze destroyed tens of thousands of documents, and delayed or prevented many Jews from being identified by the Nazis. Unfortunately, Willem was captured by the Germans and sentenced to death. Willem’s last words before being executed in July, 1943 were, “Let it be known that homosexuals are not cowards.” In 1986 Yad Vashem recognized Arondeus as Righteous Among the Nations. Because of his sexual orientation, Willem’s story was omitted from Dutch history books. Only in the last 20 years has his courage become widely known.