I know it’s just backstage dorking around but it genuinely looks like what might have happened if Yinsen had survived and Tony had found him in Gulmira and brought him to work for Stark Industries.
Those last four gifs are like:
“It’s a wonderful workshop you’re building here, Stark. Much nicer than the caves.”
“Yeah, it’s a little slice of heaven. It’s yours, by the way.”
*Yinsen’s silent SAY WHAT NOW face*
“You want to come change the world with me, Yinsen?”
Peter Parker, a gen z kid, in a casual conversation: Yeah, I saw Michelle beat the shit out of Flash. What a mood. We stan a queen. My wig has been snatched. She just yeeted him.
Eddie,a frustrated millennial who is coping with the fact that his sense of nihilism has been matched: What does that mean?
Tony, trying to connect with the youth: It means that Michelle has Big Dick Energy.
Eddie: She has a dick??? I mean, whatever she feels like is cool… I just wasn’t expecting that.
The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.
Suggestion: The dragon’s definition of “steal” is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands–but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times.
They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.
“Here’s your change, ma’am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.
“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”
“Yes.”
You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.
“Ma’am–no, ma’am, you have to take the dragon, too.”
“Sorry?”
The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”
They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.
The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.
“Have a nice day, ma’am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”
From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill.
Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear.
Smile It Won't Suck Forever 