besties
Once again, critics are wildly put of touch with what the average moviegoer wants.
none of you are the average moviegoer. I would hesitate to call you normal moviegoers
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besties
Once again, critics are wildly put of touch with what the average moviegoer wants.
none of you are the average moviegoer. I would hesitate to call you normal moviegoers
being the gifted eldest daughter is like *shows an interest* *gets mocked for it* *struggles socially* *has unfair expectations placed on her* *ignored until exceptional* *burns out at 16* *never gets parental support* *third parent* *needs attention but cant ask for it bc ‘youre so mature’*
Night time😴
alright you fucking loser time to get back on the computer and start blogging
reaction pics everyone will still understand even with the text removed
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If I might add…
may i add
modern hieroglyphics
do you guys think dean knew that every time he and cas hugged, cas wrapped his wings around him?
During WWII, Irena got permission to work in the Warsaw ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an ulterior motive. Irena smuggled Jewish infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried. She also carried a burlap sack in the back of her truck, for larger kids. Irena kept a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises. During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. Ultimately, she was caught, however, and the Nazi’s broke both of her legs and arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she had smuggled out, In a glass jar that she buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and tried to reunite the family. Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted. In 2007 Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected. Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming.
The amount of
I felt when that white boy walked on stage holding
Cannot be measured in words
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Pose quasi-successful practice that I got sick of trying to colour turned into SadBoys ™ because I love hurting these poor chuckleheads
miles “who’s morales” morales’s biggest weakness is the cover story
peter, lying out of his ass: i was, uh, married to his uncle aaron. he just never let you know
Jefferson, later: Do you think Aaron never told us because Peter’s…
Rio: …Tall
Jefferson: I didn’t think Aaron liked … Tall people.
Jefferson: “But listen: Aaron might have married a white boy just to annoy me, specifically. It’s a thing he would do!”
Rio: “I can’t hear you. I’m asleep. I have a shift in four hours.”
I really wish there was a way Uncle Aaron lived and came back to meet his “husband” at some point now.
Aaron: …Miles…I love you, and I am proud of you…but you are somehow the smartest and dumbest boy I have ever known.
Miles: Says the man who used his big brain to become a criminal when he could’ve been a black Tony Stark with that gear he made. And thought working for the Kingpin, who everyone knows will throw his minions away like tissues, was a good idea!
Peter: He makes a good point, babe, you did kind of mess up first–
Aaron: Call me babe again and see what happens. I’ll whoop you with a collapsed lung.
All I see is “fake marriage au, but it’s also enemies to lovers”
If I ever stop reblogging this post, assume that I have yeeted myself off this mortal coil
Miles: Peter I think we can stop pretending you’re gay, my parents already know I’m Spider-Man.
Peter: Who said anything about pretending?
Miles: What! You can’t do that! You’re supposed to be Spider-Man, not my gay uncle.
Peter: Well congrats kid! Now I’m Spider-Man AND your gay uncle
Is a ridiculously cute and well-written fic about this post/prompt!
Mushroom Fighter - Character Design Challenge by selected artists: samuel lorenzo, maia Zeidan, Antoine Bordon, Carlos Quiroga, Thien Bui