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>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”
>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”
>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”
>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”
>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”
>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”
>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”
>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”
>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”
>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”
>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”
>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”
>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”
>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”
>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”
>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”
>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”
>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”
>my face when Americans call friction pleasure “sex”
>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”
>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun”
>my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”
>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”
>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”
>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”
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I’m scared and stressed. I don’t know how to explain it really. But it’s like I just want to curl up under a bunch of pillows and never come out.
But the clock ticks and I have to keep up. I don’t want to I don’t want to I don’t want to I don’t want to.
I want to sleep. I want a few extra days. A few extra hours. I want you to help me with everything that I do so I don’t do it wrong.
Go away! But help me. And talk to me really nicely so I’ll be fooled that everything’s alright.
t
drst:
Guys, hey, guys. Do you remember that time that Coulson called Natasha and she ended up forming the Avengers? Remember how she did that by digging up Bruce Banner and introducing Steve to him then was the voice of reason when Tony and Steve were bickering and then how she brought Clint back from being mind controlled so that they can be a team? Remember that? Remember how the Black Widow out smarted a god? Remember that time she kept her shit together when the Hulk attacked her, even though she was really scared? Remember when she knocked an alien off his flying scooter and igured out how to drive it despite it being extrateresstrial tech, then got her ass up to the top of Stark Tower, found Loki’s staff and saved the world from being invaded by turning off the machine?
Remember how she was the central character of the whole freaking movie?
Anyone else remember that? I sure do.
Damn straight. She was the key to the whole damn thing.
yeah, remember when she got her own movie as she clearly deserved?
ugh studio execs suck.
Black Widow for life.
TOTALLY. And she didn’t outsmart just ANY god. She fucking outsmarted the trickster god. The one who outsmarts everyone else. But she got his ass.
BLACK WIDOW IS EVERYTHING.
Black Widow Appreciation Life.
Black Widow foreverrrrrr
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Say what you want about Disney, I will force my children to at least watch pongo. Just because of the amazing intro.
Swingerina!
I’m not beeing very productive with my school work.
But I’ve been working this weekend, so I guess that counts for a few grown-up points, and learnt a couple of new things about the mechanics of the powerpoint projector in the church and how it sometimes refuses to cooperate so that you have to improvise your arse off. But the rest of the mass went fantastic, and I got to burn my first load of intercessions afterwards.
Did my nails today and found out I can somehow speak cat.
When I say “maok” my cat instantly stops and purrs. It’s weird.
Here, have a song or three:
London Concertante – Monti: Czardas
