Maybe I’m a lowlife too, okay?
Is that what you think?
Everybody else thinks that.
Say my name !
Having a pet is so weird. Like neither of you speak each other’s language and yet you form some strong bond by rubbing against each other and sleeping together and you might accidentally kick them in the face or step on their tail once in a while but at the end of the day you two are best buddies from entirely different species.
The world is weird, man. Weird and kinda beautiful.
additionally, I CANNOT GET OVER Steve’s fucking Sadness Errands that he keeps running around DC, like, his schedule literally goes
6 AM: jogging
7:15: unburden soul to total stranger, lacking better options
3 PM: visit own museum exhibit to stare at the Dead Best Friend Wall
4:30: attempt meaningful human connection with sole surviving contemporary; fail due to Alzheimer’s
6 PM: dinner for one
7 PM: contemplate own loneliness, probably
Speed: Unknown. Size: Unknown. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Never engage this dragon. Your only chance, hide and pray it does not find you.
BREAKING NEWS FROM SDCC: MARVEL STAR CHRIS EVANS ON A LEFT BOOB GRAB RAMPAGE. FIVE PEOPLE ARE DEAD. THIRTY ARE CRITICAL. NO LEFT BOOB IS SAFE.
UPDATE: JEREMY RENNER BRAVELY ATTEMPTS TO RETALIATE:
Narnia Inspirations: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.