Jessica Simpson’s been working out…check out her calves
Wonder woman calves
Why You Shouldn’t Take Selfies Right Next to a Moving Train
im sorry but
So the guy on the train stuck his foot out??? Lmfao
For most superheroes, fighting for truth and justice means fighting for the status quo. The typical plot: Supervillain(s) attempts to take over the world and/or steal property; superhero(es) stop them.
The journey from disjunction to order is only emphasized by the fact that the heroes are themselves often outsiders in some way. Superman is an immigrant; Batman has a traumatic childhood backstory; the X-Men are policed and persecuted mutants. Yet despite the fact that they are underdogs, the heroes nonetheless fight for the mainstream authorities. Thus superheroes are often fantasies of assimilation—a dream of outsiders being accepted by, or turning into, insiders.
At best, that fantasy offers a promise of acceptance to everyone, making for an inclusive vision of the American dream. At worst, superheroes end up as establishment lackeys, marginalized individuals currying favor with the mainstream by targeting other excluded groups on behalf of the Man.
Twenty-five years ago, though, in 1989 writer Grant Morrison and artist Richard Case began working on Doom Patrol, a comic that ended up telling a different kind of superhero story. Over four years and 44 issues, Morrison, Case, and a number of other fill-in artists inverted the usual connection between heroes and the law.
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The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.
The only historically accurate line in the whole film.
what if u woke up and ur fav fictional character was snuggled next to u and they were like “good morning”
nemo.. you cant be here.. your dad will be worried sick
Just took these pics of my stomach to show people that I’m classified as obese to my doctor and she told me to start losing weight… I know for a fact I’m not unhealthy though! Work out everyday and eat healthy, and weight depends on water and muscle too, it’s not as if I’m 170 pounds of all fat! Still a work in progress. (I’m 5’5)
hot doctor game too strong
3 Bats; Kisses
Three small kisses on the cheek
There, then not, mon ami
Gone in a heartbeat.
There, there, not- mon ami
I don’t remember what the sound of your voice is like.
I do remember what I used to think.
I liked the inflection of your tone; I liked how you would build
A speech inside your head, it seemed, in a split second
The time it took to bat my eyes at you, you had created
An entire world inside yourself of ideas
So you could convince me what you said was right and I
Was just a stupid little girl, and I didn’t know the ways of the world.
And you are not my brother
And you don’t know love
You are a 7 year old boy receiving some very bad news
Your heroine has died, so a part of you did, too
And you looked for her in me.
But that’s not who I’m supposed to be.
So long, vous revoir, mon ami.