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In case you guys don’t have Twitter.
IF YOU SUPPORT THE PAUL BROTHERS FUCK OFF AND UNFOLLOW ME RIGHT NOW. IF YOU DEFEND THIS I WILL REPORT AND BLOCK YOU BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS NOT OKAY.
I myself haven’t yet gone to look for this video because my watch will be a view he doesn’t deserve. Please don’t go searching for this STILL MONETISED video if you are sensitive or if seeing a dead body makes you feel ill.
This is appalling that someone like this can do this and I honestly don’t have the words for it.
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(I posted this before but only 1 pic posted. Let’s try again)
The end of “Kingsman” left me with a strange feeling. There was a huge royal wedding - the perfect ending of every fairytale where true love wins. So why didn’t I left the cinema smiling? Because of the look on Harry Hart’s face. This man looked death in the eye and survived. He got his memory back, he is alive but … just look at his life right now. All his colleagues are dead. All his friends are dead. His best friend died right in front of him. His home is a ruin, all his stuff and his memories there are destroyed - the butterflies, the pictures, Mr. Pickle. The boy he lo… Eggsy is probably gone to live in Sweden with Tilde. And Harry still needs to deal with the feelings of murdering a whole church. Harry is all alone in London. His only companion is Mr. Pickle jr. That look on his face in that last scene … he is saying goodbye to his last friend. This broke my heart and just the thought of it makes me sad. It kind of reminded me of that big theatre scene at the end of “Moulin Rouge”. All the people are cheering for the magnificent show and no one sees the real tragic behind the curtain. It’s just like that. Vaughn showed us the fairytale ending with a princess & a prince, the perfect happy end. Behind the curtain is Harry Hart, all by himself.
And that’s just one thing of a long list of sad “TGC” stuff like all those unnecessary deaths.
I agree with this wholeheartedly like omg there are so many other people who probably train a million times as hard, who are humble, who aren't about the money and don't make it to WWE. Cause honestly the only reason she's here is because her acting was shit and to stay relevant she joined.
Unpopular Opinion Time
I am sick and motherfuckin’ tired of all these UFC competitors coming into the WWE and being pushed to the moon. I don’t like Lesner, I don’t like Rousey, and I’m not apologizing for any of it. It is especially irritating that she’s being pushed so hard when we haven’t even got to see what she can do in the squared circle yet, or even how well she can cut a promo.
Professional wrestling is a beautiful complex art all of its own, and MMA is an equally as impressive craft, just in an entirely different way. There is so much more wrestling than people realize, and the fact of the matter is that just because you’re good at MMA, it does not mean you’ll be good as a professional wrestler and vice versa. Just ask CM Punk.
I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE GOOD AT MMA DOES NOT MEAN YOU’LL BE GOOD AT PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.
Can you explain that post about the Belle doll collections I don't get it
when your ex tries to talk to you
stiles: *eating*
derek: nice mouth, what else can you do with it?
stiles: *smirking* well i ca-
scott: SING THE WHOLE NATIONAL ANTHEM BACKWARDS GOD BLESS AMERICA
list of people that can easily find Derek Hale: Kate Argent, Jennifer Blake, Alpha Pack, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Beacon Hills Police Department, Nogitsune, kids that went trick-or-treating.
list of people that cannot find Derek Hale: the entire FBI.
A friend of mine on FB wrote this and, with their permission, told me that I could share it. I got more than a bit choked up reading it. Enjoy.
I’m 6 years old, and I’m Luke Skywalker, blowing up the Death Star in his X-Wing and using the Force… until I go outside to play Star Wars with the neighborhood kids, and I’m told I can’t be Luke because I’m a girl. I have to be Leia instead. Nothing wrong with Leia, but she’s the girl. She’s my only option, otherwise, I’m not allowed to play.
I’m 7 years old, and I’m She-Ra, with a pegasus and sword and… and no one wants to play She-Ra, because He-Man is better, stupid girl, duh. No boy wants to play a girl character. Duh. Stupid girl.
I’m 8 years old, and I’m Liono, with the Sword of Omens, telling me the future and defeating my enemies… until I can’t, because I’m a girl. I have to be Cheetara, even though I don’t like to run around really fast. She’s the girl. She’s my only option.
I’m 10 years old, and I’m a Ninja Turtle. I have these cool weapons and know martial arts… until I can’t be, because I’m a girl. I have to be April. She doesn’t get to do much, but she’s the girl. She’s my only option. If the other girl wants to play, she gets to be April, and I’m out, because she’s prettier.
I’m 14 years old, and my father yells at me again to stop being such a girl. Stop being weak. Stop being stupid. Stop being you.
I’m 17 years old, and set foot in a comic shop for the first time, only to be told girls don’t read comics. I must just be trying to impress my boyfriend. I don’t even get to ask if they had that book I read part of, with the beautiful woman who was Death, who saved a teenage boy.
I’m 24, and I’m Jean Grey, the powerful Phoenix, but turned into some weird Scarlet Witch hybrid who must die at the hands of Wolverine, because Logan just needed a little more angst.
I’m 28 and I’m Commander Shepard at the helm of the Normandy, but just having the OPTION of a female player character sends hordes of men into a blind rage, intent on stamping out any joy I might derive from this. I have to mute tons of keywords online and play in friends-only groups if I want to avoid being called a cunt for the sin of logging into multiplayer with a female avatar.
I’m 32 and I get a job running a comic shop. I tell my boss I’d like to have ladies nights. He asks, “But when is men’s night?”
I’m 33 and I’m Rey, facing down Kylo and digging deep to survive, despite being terrified. I’ve been fighting my whole life, though, and I manage to get out of it alive. I spend the next 6 months listening to every other guy who comes into my shop informing me that she’s a Mary Sue and how stupid it was to crowbar her in just for the sake of appeasing the females and pandering to feminazis.
I’m 34 and I get to be a Ghostbuster! My heart sings as I dual-wield proton guns, but when the battle’s over, I have to listen to all these guys trash it and talk about how women just aren’t funny and should stop trying.
I’m 34, and I am NOT MCU Black Widow, who categorizes herself as a monster because she can’t have children, who laughs as her male coworkers make rape jokes at the office party. I am NOT MCU Scarlet Witch, who is a problem for the men to deal with, who has to stay home and cook dinner while they take care of business, because she’s just too emotional.
Today, I’m 35, and I’m Diana of Themyscira, striding across a battlefield as everyone follows her lead. I’ve been waiting for this battle my whole life. Going into the movie, I had yet to see a single bad review, from anyone, regardless of gender. I had heard no one saying the movie was pointless or stupid or just another instance of women ruining everything. There is this tall, powerful, beautiful female hero, and no one is acting like it’s their job to tear her down. I look at the trending topics today, and everyone still loves it. The naysayers are a fringe minority. There is valid criticism, as the movie isn’t perfect. It has some problems, but overall, it’s GOOD. Finally. This is what it feels like. So yeah, I cried. I cried a lot. I’ll probably mist up a lot more times when I watch it. Everyone should get to feel like that.