cheshirewolfy:

Some of the more interesting sprays that i caught from the trailer

mamalaz:

New Thor Ragnarok trailer

paintbucket:

well done blizz you finally figured out what the people want: more of zarya flexing.

verily-thor:

christineismychapel:

poehlerfey:

YOU SPOIL THOR AND I WILL FIND YOU AND END YOU

Too late. I already bought him a new video game and a pony. His bed time is never.

booksofadam:

please respect my privacy in this difficult time.

important

dinosaurjam:

geardrops:

izfierce:

foxtalbotnegatives:

apiphile:

Have you ever thought “Man, I feel impossibly shitty and I don’t know why”?

Run through this checklist before you do anything else.

What have I eaten in the last 24 hours? Is it enough? If not, go and eat some food, you butt.

Am I hydrated? If not, put some fluids in your body, fool.

Have I slept an acceptable amount in the last 24 hours and preceeding few days? If not, do your utmost to have a nap. You need a reset, bro.

Have I been outside/partaken in whatever form of exercise I am capable of? You’re stagnating, homie.

Have I communicated with anyone? At all? About anything? In the last 24 hours? Sup, you’re not actually a lone wolf, and even if you’re just shouting BUTTLUMPS at someone over the intertubes, it’s better than shouting it at yourself inside your own head.

So basically: eat, drink, sleep, walk, and talk. If you still feel like emotional ass after that, start looking for more involved explanations.

This shit is no joke.

All of these are extremely important.

Adding: 6. Have I communicated too much? Am I overstimulated? Do I need some quiet time? Go stare at a blank wall in utter silence for a bit.

I try to go through this kind of checklist whenever I feel funky. It really helps.

altersociety:

danielkanhai:

i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life.

i consider this a sort of prose poem to be honest