do you ever think about how little Michelangelo cared
embraceyourfreak said: Do you have any pictures of dogs running so fast they look like they're hover-crafts? Love your blog by the way, totally brightens my day!
ACTIVATING LAUNCH SEQUENCE IN 3.. 2..1
I forgot this man runs around with eleventy tassels, a boob window, and a final fantasy sword strapped to his back.
(Oh and an on-the-go hairstyling set as well, I’m sure! He is a professional!)
|14 years old:||I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.|
|17 years old:||Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?|
|21 years old:||What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?|
|33 years old:||*sips coffee* One wrong move and this could all go down in flames. Jesus Christ.|
|violins I:||we're the superstars fuck everyone else its all about us|
|violins II:||why do we always get the boring parts|
|flutes:||we're so lonely|
|piccolo:||lol fk your ears|
|french horns:||and im not even french hONHONHON BAGUETTE|
|oboes:||IM SORRY I TUNED BEFORE I SWEar|
|violas:||evERYONE ALWAYS FKUCING FRORGETS ABOUT US|
|cellos:||im either boring af or exciting af and there is no in between|
|bassoons:||im so posh but i really just honk like a truck|
|timpani:||EVERYONE LOVES ME BOM BOM BOM BOM BOM BOM BOM|
|bass clarinet:||lol where am i|
|tuba:||*waits for a wagner piece to do something exciting*|
|harp:||im just a more sophisticated piano|
|piano:||FUCK YOU HARP I GET CONCERTOS WRITTEN FOR ME SCREW EVERYTHING WHO NEEDS AN ORCHESTRA WHEN YOU CAN PLAY EVERYTHING ON ME IM THE STAR OF EVERYTIHNG|
|english horn:||im literally only useful for dvorak's 9th like what am even i doing here|
|basses:||semibreves, tied to a semibreve, tied to a minim, tied to a crotchet, oh wait a quaver wow exciting ok back to semibreves|
|cymbals:||BOOM CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH IM SRO HAPYP CRASH CRAHS|
|xylophones:||am i meant to be here?|
|bass drum:||MY TIME TO SHINE FUCK YOU ALL|
Seeing New York (through my Giorgio Armani lenses), Jamie Beck and Kevin Burg.
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie."
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Leanne: Thank you for thinking of me, Naesala. You’re always so good to me.
Naesala: Stop that before you mar my delicate features with a blush.
Naesala: How’s that, Leanne? It’s been twenty years, but I’m still quite an eyeful. Don’t you agree?
Leanne: Uh-huh. You’re very handsome,...