ok so since the Russo brothers confirmed that animals and plants and the like all died in the snap,,,,,,, that means dogs died too,,,,, and lemme tell ya if ANYTHING happened to my dog earth wouldn’t even NEED the avengers I’d mcfucking d e s t r o y thanos myself because NO ONE FUCKING MESSES WITH MY DOG NOT EVEN A CRUSTY ASS RAISIN WITH A ROCK COLLECTION
Me, after watching my cat turn to dust: 🙂
Every single (living) Avenger, getting tf out of my way: How is she holding that many knives
from now on whenever i review media that centered around a straight romance i’m gonna say things like “i hope it isn’t too bold to mention that it seemed to explore themes of heterosexuality – personally, i find it an interesting choice” and “the hetero-eroticism came on a little too strong and deterred from what i think was the intended focus of the film: finding oneself”
“the romance felt kinda cold and forced”
“it’s a straight film but really the story is universal? you can enjoy it despite the heterosexuality”
Terry Crews of Brooklyn 99 gives the best advice on physical fitness.
Seriously, his Reddit AMAis the most genuinely upbeat, positive actor interview ever. Another great bit:
To be honest, this was the healthiest advice for getting into working out I’ve ever read, and it really was the inspiration for me to start running and going to the gym.
No judgement, no “you need to be doing this” mess. Just a simple “do what you can. and feel comfortable”
So today pulling into Stop and Shop, this lady cut me off and nearly drove into me, and then, when I tried to pass her, she swung to the right and nearly hit me again, and then flipped me off.
So somebody is having a bad day and taking it out on me. That’s fine. It’s harmless, and I don’t know what’s going on in this woman’s life. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt she’s not just a piece of shit and is just having a bad day.
But then I park and she follows me, and gets out of the car and starts swearing at me and getting in my face.
Now I go from “indifferent” to “I’m gonna fuck with this woman’s head.” Now I would say I’m a gentleman of size, and in all black and bemohawked I probably look spookier than I actually am, so props to this lady for getting in my face. Now of course I’m not going to hit her, or even threaten violence. That’s shitty. Nobody should get threatened with violence.
Instead, I take a step back, narrowing my eyes like I’m studying her face really closely, and then I touch one of the several piece of “occulty” jewelry I’m wearing (none of which, by the way, are magicked in any way at all). Then I mumble some nonsense under my breath, and then make the fig gesture and the horns at her.
She stops, wide-eyed.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO TO ME?”
I chuckled, and shake my head. “Nothing at all.” I say in a not-terrible convincing voice. “But every time something bad happens to you today, you’re gonna be thinking of me.”
The Chaos Bitches 