"I dream all about ‘Friday Night Lights’ every night. Everything I dream is Riggins-influenced. I can’t get enough. It’s really kind of unhealthy … I think it really burns Matt Lauria up inside that all I do is talk about Riggins and the Panthers."
In the parenthood finale, the actor who plays Jason street is there (not playing Jason) and I laughed forever.
but like… what if all the names in lotr were normal names…. what if aragorn was called george instead. what if frodo was donald. why is this so funny to me
#Larry what do your elf eyes see
They call him Bill Bob Baggins.
harrys so cute i want 7
its funny cause the hp fandom hijacked a post that was about harry styles
Slow clap for the HP fandom
"Now you say another word, and I swear to God I will dice you into a million little pieces… And put those pieces into a box. A glass box. That I will display on my mantle."
Rachael Taylor joins the "Marvel’s A.K.A. Jessica Jones" series for Netflix! Learn her role here: http://bit.ly/1EShyBk
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IM GO.NNA DIE
it’s like they went “what could be better than one amazing underappreciated trainwreck superheroine? TWO OF THEM”
they’re so right
Oh my god
knightingale-s
lakeheadlyricist
My boyfriend was on the phone with his dad yesterday so I went out to sit on the patio to pet the geese and play on my phone for a bit, and while out there I came across a comic of baby Grimace (yes, that Grimace) being sad because everyone hated his milkshake and saying he wished he never had a birthday. Then there was a follow up where tons of people had commented saying they loved the shake and wished Grimace a happy birthday, and that made him happy again.
This, for whatever reason, emotionally devastated me. I was sobbing. I was ugly crying so bad that even the geese waddled away side-eyeing me.
After a while my bf yelled from inside, "Okay, you ready for dinner?" and I was forced to accept I had to go back in the house a defeated sniffly little wreck.
My boyfriend, who has only ever seen me cry once in the whole year we've been together, looked horrorstruck. He assumed the worst. Someone got hurt. Something was wrong with my family. Someone was mean to me (a cardinal sin). The panic that washed over his face was unparalleled.
He, upon seeing me, (somewhat theatrically) rushed over and grabbed me by the shoulders. "What's wrong, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked, frantic. "What is it?"
I realized how ridiculous the whole situation was and just shook my head.
He was growing more panicked. "What is it? Why are you crying?"
I then had to stand there and look him, this completely normal human being, in the eyes, and blurt out "Grimace"
Confused silence followed.
"....Grimace?"
I nodded.
"...The McDonalds guy...thing?"
I nodded.
"What...what did...Grimace...do to you?"
I then tearfully recounted the silly internet comic that had absolutely broken my heart. And this poor guy--this poor, wonderfully sweet, nice, patient guy--kindly stood there trying to figure out how to comfort me that Grimace was not, in fact, sad. (Nevermind that he's a corporate mascot who isn't real)
This morning my phone rang just after 5am. It was my boyfriend. It was my turn to panic, to assume the worst.
I didn't even have time to say hello before he started excitedly yelling, "Look at the TikTok I just sent you! Look! Open it!"
Confused and not entirely convinced I wasn't still asleep, I opened the TikTok.
An official release from McDonalds confirming Grimace (who still isn't real) did, in fact, feel special on his birthday.
also while we were in the car headed to dinner I remembered the little panel of Grimace crying and I got all teary eyed again, and my boyfriend looked over and, with all the genuine care, compassion, and sympathy this guy could muster, legitimately asked, “Are you having Grimace thoughts again?” which I don’t think I’ll ever let myself live down
