bury me in armor so I’ll be ready for the skeleton war
why is his fricking chest uncovered? that’s ppor planning right there
what are you gonna do?
stab a skeleton in the heart?
no, I’ll play their rib bones like xylobones and destroy the morale of the skeleton army with my sick and delightful xylobone playing
Today I realized that when Harry went to go visit his parents’ grave for the first time, James and Lily had already spent more time sharing a grave than they had alive together, and that is how I almost got into a car accident.
44% of the audience of Guardians of the Galaxy is female and all the speculation states that women went to see it for Chris Pratt’s body. I don’t think that’s fair. Maybe (and this is crazy) they just like kickass movies with space shit and explosions. Maybe women can do things without men being their motivation. Maybe.
I WENT FOR THE TALKING RACCOON MOTHAFUCKAS
I went for Groot!
Remember that watermelon crushing thigh cartoon recently? Well after just watching an episode of Stan Lee’s Superhuman’s that shit is real.
Now, to give you an example the force required to crush the average watermelon is around 320 pounds as seen below:
But with using only the power of her god like thighs this is the result:
And this is why Thick thighs are fucking glorious.
“I’ve spent my whole adult life on the road, and in my mind I thought that someday I’d want to take a big break. But what I realized is that’s not who I am at all. I love working. I love being creative. I think I’ve just made peace with the idea that there’s not some other way I ought to be living. […] If you’re lucky enough to find yourself in this position, you better play till your hands bleed and just give it all you have.”
This is why anyone who went to college before the 1990s can shove their “Hey, I worked my way through school and graduated with no debt” talk…