Hello Americans! I am an AMEROPHILE. I fell in love with your culture after I saw your hit shows, The Big Bang Theory and Family Guy. Now I understand your whole society, based off of watching just two TV shows! I know your “language” and find it beautiful! Bazinga! I love America because you really mean it when you say “I love you”! I declare freedom to football, 1776!
my friends wanted me to sing it, but i didn’t know the lyrics and i was drunk
THIS IS S FUNNY
IM CRYIN GHAHAHHA
this looks like a trailer for a romantic comedy where gandalf is the beautiful protagonist who must choose which attractive leading man he wants to end up with
Stick-gods ~ Catfight
Okay, so I had this dream a couple of nights ago that was basically Lord of the Rings, but all of the horses were replaced with motorcycles. It was pretty great because it was just pretty much exactly like the films, but with everyone riding around like crazy bike gangs. And everyone had bikes that were unique to their characters.
Well, like it says on the ring, “One hog to rule the roads.”
Shingeki no Kyojin Movie Posters Pt. 3
im like pretty sure this has been done with almost the exact same screencaps before but i was bored
SERIOUSLY THIS IS WHAT I EXPECTED TO SEE IN THE MOVIE
A+ PARENTHOOD: you are doing it right
HOW ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT HOW THE ARTIST WAS GENIUS ENOUGH TO BLEND ROAD TO EL DORADO AND THE EMPEROR’S NEW GROOVE FOR THAT GIF
makin my way downtown
Anon, I’m honestly glad you could find this blog helpful in your journey. There comes a time in every feminist’s life when they have to ask themselves: “If there is going to be a woman there, why shouldn’t she be drawn, posed, and dressed for my sexual gratification?”
But, you’re wrong. I’m sorry to say this, but you don’t get it. I mean, you’re right, I have been blogging for months to ask Phil Noto to draw Natasha like Rupert Grint. But that was only the first of my demands.
You see, I was never really about getting dressing heroines in costumes that made sense for their character and context. That was a charade, and now that phase one of my war is complete, I can finally fight further. I need all the super women to be made un-hot. (It’s probably jealousy, you know how we women are.) I forbid them to have breasts. I demand every male hero be replaced by a black lesbian jew with the face of Tom Felton. I know, of course, that no men will be able to stomach a book starring a cartoon woman he does not find attractive. So I will allow one token dude title and it will be Foggy Nelson: Vampire Hunter. Only then will I rest, knowing that the Marvel Universe is at last wholly mine.
I’m sorry it had to be this way, anon. But we are opposites, you and I.
The episode in a nutshell.
trying to forget a horrible memory like