Quick, someone call Kevin Feige. There has to be a character in the MCU that would work for this guy. Mr. Fantastic?
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Brandon Routh is DC’s big comeback kid. He’s their version of Chris Evans, who spun out in the lackluster Fox Fantastic Four movies only to triumph as Captain America.
Farewell Haircut.
Also forgot to mention that is not Courtney Ford (Routh’s wife) in that picture. That’s Tala Ashe who played Zari (Isis).
While I happy they’re letting Ray and Nora get a happy ending before they will they/wont they them to death just to give the characters something to do, removing both Routh and his wife from the show is a hard blow. They’re adorable together, the chemistry is palpable (for obvious reasons), and Routh has been redeemed…
It generally isn’t AP Style (or many other house styles) to refer to someone as “Dr.” unless it is specifically a medical degree of the types noted below. So you know you’re reading an unprofessional resource when they call everyone “Dr.”
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It’s a combination of so many things. Too much money, too much power, and dealing with the reality of aging. I’m 39 and I now find myself maybe not quite as sharp as I used to be, but maybe nothing someone else would notice. Maybe I can’t remember an actor from some movie as fast as I used to or something. I watch it…
Yeah, well, it isn’t actually even Dracula, it’s Dracula’s Monster. Dr. Dictor Don Dracula was the scientist.
Is this to Tim Apple?
omg. *their
But Ryu is Japanese...
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Balderdash! The one true Big Tuna is Bill got-damn Parcells.
Yes, my sexual inadequacy was fairly explicitly the whole point of the joke but—for the second time—you really nailed it.
I always thought that Jarvis Landry, Landry Jones, and Jarvis Jones should all study law and start a firm together.
Killing Splinter at this moment in time was really stupid.
But will it have another Rebecca Sugar song that makes me (and John DiMaggio) cry like a baby?