Disney Animation to Live Action ➝ Aladdin
Disney Animation to Live Action ➝ Aladdin
I have no idea what’s going on here but I love it.
The hot dog is people.
We have a winner.
look at dat acting
JESUS CHRIST I’M REBLOGGING THIS TWICE BECAUSE LOOK AT THE FUCKING MUSCLE SPASM IN THE 4TH GIF LOOK AT THAT JUST HOLY SHIT HOW CAN WHOVIANS NOT LOVE THIS MAN AND THIS MAN’S ACTING AND JUST
let’s talk about things that aren’t okay
This is why I flip my shit when I hear people telling new Whovians to “skip Nine.” UM. EXCUSE ME. HOW ABOUT I INTRODUCE MY FIST TO YOUR FACE.
IMPORTANT - the arguments AGAINST Equal Marriage, made succinctly and with some force by Mitch Benn
Hiddleston, who previously told Whatsonstage.com that he would soon be returning to the stage, was last seen at the Donmar Warehouse in 2008 when he appeared in Othello andIvanov.
The cast will also include Mark Gatiss. Coriolanus will be broadcast to cinemas around the world on 30 January 2014 as part of NT Live.
Public booking opens on 25 June 2013.
I AM GOING TO BE IN LONDON IN DECEMBER YOU GUYS
I AM HYPERVENTILATING RIGHT NOW
The Zaeed dialogue I mentioned in this post (where you can also find the script of all the lines from this video).
It mostly makes sense, though it starts off with the non-glitched lines we’re all familiar with it continues on into what we were deprived of by the glitch. Ever wonder why Zaeed left Cerberus? Wonder what happened to Vido?
Here’s your answers.
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.
I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.
I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.
So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.
The reason the Doctor’s name is such a mystery is that he forgot it during a particularly bad bout of amnesia as the Eighth Doctor.
The majority of the show’s budget during the 3rd Doctor’s era was spent on the ridiculous salary of Jon Pertwee’s eyebrows. They would stay in their separate trailers and demanded various luxury items, only agreeing to be filmed once their needs had been met. Pertwee, now rendered powerless, was unable to coax them into coming out of their trailers and acting.
The show’s creators have now solved the problem by hiring Matt Smith. The BBC has now come under attack from the eyebrow union for this controversial business move.
not gonna lie, i teared up.
MY DAD GAVE ME A GOLDEN GAYTIME IVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER
I DIDNT REALISE HOW THIS MIGHT SOUND TO NON-AUSTRALIANS IM REALLY SORRY
i feel like you australians are just fucking with us now
When you live on a barely hospitable desert island that was once a continent-sized penal colony, your life tends to be a little more badass than the average person’s.