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Yeah, after the movie I just kind of grimaced at it, because the entire thing just felt like filler, and a lot of the comedic beats where just off. I’m super excited about the Russo Bros taking over because CA:TWS has been my favorite entry in the movie series because I like my superheroes with intelligent commentary

This is ridiculous. I mean, it’s not like Hollywood would ever make a CATWOMAN movie that’s all about evil cosmetics, or an ELEKTRA film where she spends the whole movie babysitting.

Oh, wait . . ..

Argentina: Desaparecidos

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Double Tom Hardy guys. DOUBLE TOM HARDY. I am excited for this.

This is the only royal baby I’ve ever cared about:

Here’s a warm British hug.

Or with any fingers or toes outside of the blankets...

Yeah, that guy is just a local crazy, right?

Was planning on breaking up with a psycho, emotionally abusive high school boyfriend, and discussed it with a friend during lunch. Psycho evidently had spies, and confronted me two periods later in the halls with some unhinged screaming and the handing of a suicide note. I went promptly to the school nurse with said

My story is second hand:

Apparently I’ve just been too nice, or just wanted to get the fuck away, so there are no spectacular break-up tales. Best I can do: At the tender age of 16, my high school love broke up with me in a heartless and shitty way, in front of people, right before Easter, for a mousy lame-ass trumpet playing girl. He was

I was seventeen years old and madly in love with my boyfriend, the effortlessly cool punk guy with an amazing body. He broke up with me by having his best female friend tell me. I am now both embarrassed by the things I did after and sort of proud:

YOUR MOM.

I got him banned from his mother’s house, moved in with her myself, and she bought me a puppy.

Not my story but a relative’s.

Step 1: Cut off half my hair and dyed it bright purple at the suggestion of the cute boy in physics with whom I was now free to make out at will (a delightful fact I promptly took non-monogamous advantage of).
Step 2: Put on 20 pounds of muscle doing gymnastics and ballet, earning an ass that got me proposed to weekly

I screamed “Fuck you! I’m moving to France!”

Pfft, that smartphone app thinks it can scare me? I’d just break this bad boy out of storage.