elizabeth swan and will turner are actually SO romance in the first movie and not enough people acknowledged this because the early 2000s were the age of the edgelords who only valued jack sparrow’s moral ambiguity and that is the TRUTH
the part where she’s like “how many times do i have to tell you to call me elizabeth” and he shyly says “once more, miss swann” and once she walks away he gazes adoringly after her and whispers “elizabeth” to himself like he’s unworthy of it
then when he’s patching up the cut on her hand and she flinches and he says “i know, blacksmith’s hands… they’re rough” because he thinks that’s what’s bothering her HE KNOWS HE’S NOT WORTHY OF HER!!! THAT’S THE PINING I’M TALKING ABOUT BINCH!!! I DON’T ACCEPT LESS!!!!
he has like 10 chances to confess his love to her but waits until he’s dressed like this to do it:
my man knows 1) the importance of a good outfit when shooting your shot 2) how to ACCESSORIZE. take NOTES.
That’s how I would dress if I was gonna confess my undying love to Kiera knightley
Halloween a few years back my mates and I were dressed up for Halloween and my cat furry roommate (good guy, furries are entertaining folks) was wearing his partial suit out with us. We were in Boston proper and all of us were on a budget at the time, so the only option for a late night drink and dinner open to us was a place called Dick’s Last Resort.
If you’ve never been, the big draw at Dick’s is that they’re dicks to you. The staff are sarcastic, they throw your menus and straws and shit at you, and they make you hats that say mean stuff.
I don’t get it either. So anyways, we’ve got – I’ll call him Frank – the cat with us, and Frank’s 100% ready to go fuck with Dicks,
so we head on in.
The waitress starts doing her bit, but the cat in the room has thrown off her game and she doesn’t really know how to handle Frank in Full Cat mode.
He points out the drink he wants without speaking, with a paw, on the menu and she asks for an ID and starts saying ‘I swear to god your ID better have a big fuckkin’ cat on it or-“
She threw his licence back at us and walked away speechless. Didn’t talk to us the rest of the evening.
Anyways, I dug up this old photo today and thought it deserved to be preserved for posterity. So here you go, the day Frank broke Dicks.
It’s been over two weeks since mankind failed to vote for “Persephone” as a name for one of Pluto’s moons – my way of coping with the disappointment was drawing Hades’ reaction, obviously.
It doesn’t make us go crazy. We just don’t understand the why. No one has ever satisfactorily explained why bagged milk is better than milk in jugs.
There is no literal reason since the jugs we use are just as cheap as bags and with a bag you need to put it into something as soon as it’s opened because otherwise you’re crying over spilt milk
I don’t understand why y’all use jugs though. They’re so impractical.
No they’re not. You have a self contained stand able container.
With a bag you have one floppy boi
We have holders for that. There’s no real difference.
Wouldn’t it be crazy if there was a way you could hold milk without grabbing a separate holder? Some sort of solid plastic or cardboard container, that would be so cool.
Wolf in Shepherd's Clothing 