Happy Urth Day!
My wife and I went to Jimmy Carter’s Sunday School for Easter, but this was the most amazing thing I experienced in Georgia: officially sanctioned TNG/X-Men crossover fic. It’s the 50 Shades of Grey of it’s day, complete with tampon scene (not really (I hope))!
Found a shitty X-Men comic with this ad for Entombed’s Wolverine Blues, a bonerfied early-90s death metal classic, and a personal all-time favorite. Has a better album ever had a worse promotional campaign?
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Time is a flat circle, you guys.
"This shirt is a mirror held up to our society. The nutritional value of mainstream American culture for the mind is like that of WonderBread for the body: it’s as nonexistent as your sleeves, Marty."
"Rust? Remember what I told you about keeping your shit to yourself? ‘Cause you just squeezed a big fat turd right into my earhole."
Judging from the smile, she’s thinking about your arm, and how beautiful that compound fracture’s gonna be.
Those who say the Black Widow’s fighting style is just movie bullshit can see the above. ^ Shit is terrifyingly real.
I think I’m in love.
She’s so tiny.
But she could kill me.
I will reblog this flying head scissors every time it comes on my dash because it’s so fucking awesome.
The only appropriate response is to put your fist to your mouth and go, “DAYYYYYYUM!”
The only thing you need to see.. Peter drinklage and Lena Heady hula hooping at a gay bar. EPIC.
Every time I see Lena Heady in civilian attire, I’m like, “Whaaaat?!?”