Natasha. 15. canada.
Howdy!
I like Sloths.
Enjoy!
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I love this new trend of actresses calling reporters out on their bullshit.
Can I just, Renner’s face is the second and third frames. He’s so disappointe in the male race at that moment. And so proud of Scarlett.
Scarlett Johansson, you are badass.
Bless her.
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this is social anxiety summed up in two gifs
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stuff you ask your mom:
- mom where’s my towel
- mom what do we eat for dinner
- mom what time is it
- mom where’s my phone
- mom when do you come back
- mom what day is it
stuff you ask your dad
- dad where is mom
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this scene is just golden because tony was never planning to reveal his identity as iron man. but right when blondie laughs and says ‘i never said you were a superhero’, she obviously hit a nerve and tony literally goes ‘alright, you wanna play? i can play’, LOOKS HER STRAIGHT FUCK IN THE EYE, AND TELLS THE WHOLE WORLD HE’S IRON MAN. A SUPERHERO.
well played tony
well played
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| James: | Heyyy bff you should totally be our secret keeper yeah?? |
|---|---|
| Sirius: | Nah dude. My animagus form, the reflection of my innermost soul, is a dog, the most loyal animal ever. You should probably go with guy who turns into a rat instead, the universal symbol for betrayal. |
| James: | Ahh yeah dude you're right omg kay cool thanks bro |
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| plot twist: | 5 years later she never sees sk8er boi on MTV because MTV doesn't play music. |
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[12 year old kid from the 50s who plays baseball voice] why i oughta
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I am completely losing my shit over this.
THE LYRICS ARE GREAT AND IT’S SO CATCHY
WELL DONE YOU
BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL!
WHAT. THE. FUCK O_____O
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You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.
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