When they make a black widow movie, the trailer needs to be all mysterious and the song playing needs to be Scarlett Johansson singing a lullaby cover of the itsy bitsy spider
I need this in my life
That sounds fucking terrifying.
The lullaby should be in Russian.
Remember in the early seasons when all the other hunters were like:
"Yeah, The Winchesters. Just a couple of stupid boys following their father like puppies."
And now it’s:
"Yeah, The Winchesters. Scariest boys to ever hit this green Earth."
I love it.
The intro cards for Futurama have always been one of my favorite parts of the show because people always talk about the old Simpson’s couch gag but this is just pure gold… I mean-
It goes from everything from
and then they made fun of how much everyone reacted to the the infamous ‘dead dog episode’ that I cried about…
And then one time when the show got canceled…
and then when it came back..
you’re missing my favorite one though
"You can’t just ride a bear," she said. "It’s not built for transportation."
I looked at her cowardly face. “That’s loser talk,” I said.
She was a bit offended but I didn’t care. I was going to ride that grizzly bear and I was going to do it today.
"Give me the lasso out of the bag," I ordered.
"No… please, don’t do this."
"That’s loser talk," I said as I ripped the backpack out of her hands.
The rope was thick and the lasso was heavy, but I had spent every waking hour of my life preparing for this day. A heavy rope wasn’t going to stop me.
"What if it bites you?" she protested.
But I wouldn’t listen. This was my destiny; this was my fate. I slowly approached the grizzly, rope in hand, my fingers ready to strike.
I knew it could sense I was coming. It turned, sniffed the air, and rose up on its hind legs. He was towering, about a foot taller than me, and had thick brown fur shielding him from the cold. I only had my $240 North Face jacket.
"Let’s go. You and me. It’s game time, you dumb bear," I taunted.
He slowly turned to face me. Our eyes met, and he had a twinkle in his eye that looked like a diamond. It was kind of cute for a bear.
I readied my lasso. The time was right. The wind was settled and the air was clear. It was now or never.
But I couldn’t do it. It was something about the way he tilted his head and stared at me—a sort of innocence and fragility that I had scarcely seen before. I just couldn’t bring myself to tame such a wild beast.
"I can’t do it…. I can’t fight you, bear," I shouted in tears.
"That’s loser talk," said the bear.
"you can’t be just friends with people of the gender you’re attracted to"
myth actually true. i, as a bisexual, can confirm that i have no friends.
pansexuals spend their lives in solitude, with only rocks for company
meanwhile asexuals are friends with everyone. literally every single person on the planet. i do not know how i remember so many names