I laugh at the simple things.
It’s father’s day, and I have no real time to finish this, but I wanted all my Trekkie friends and family all around the world to have this.
ANTON YELCHIN
1989-2016
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These apple boxes look like a face.
Thanks, now I’m crying. 😪
Tomorrow
Moving around a lot, you tend to find stuff that’s going to waste. Some stuff is clutter, but some stuff are things you are attached to but have no place for it in your life.
Take Mjolnir here for example. There’s just no room for it in storage. It is basically a heavy duty toy that sits on a shelf collecting dust.
I was about to dump it in my family’s garage, unlikely to see daylight for several years (if ever again), when I saw my 10 year old neighbour kid hoping his fence into the entry. On seeing the hammer he exclaimed “Wow! THE hammer!”
It was in that moment I realised, much like Andy in Toy Story, that some toys just needed to be played with.
When I handed it over with a “here you go, kid” his reaction was exactly the one you hope from a boy that has just been handed the most powerful weapon in the universe. In his excitement he didn’t thank me, but it was enough excitement to know he was truly worthy to wield the power of Thor.
The moral of the story is: do something nice for someone. It may seem like a small gesture to you, but it’ll really mean a huge deal to someone else.
(But I swear, if that hammer comes flying through my window I’m gonna go Ragnarok on his ass!)
No
i’m weak.
im screaming!!
The Curious Case of May Parker
It’s happening in the cartoons, too:
Aunt May (and Ms. Lion) from Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends (1980s)
Aunt May from Spider-Man: The Animated Series (1990s)
Aunt May from The Spectacular Spider-Man (2000s)
Aunt May from Ultimate Spider-Man (2010s)
True facts: Every time Peter’s uncle Ben dies in the latest origin story May absorbs the life force left over from his remaining years and uses it to rejuvenate herself
Uncle Ben dies over and over again to keep her young
Ho-(Stan)-Lee-Shit.
Leaving 2nd year of uni like…
That moment when you can date a box by the stickers stuck on the sides.