tried to change some colors and lights… i think bottom one is too dark???????? still not satisfied with them but don’t know what to do :S maybe i’ll try this again next year!
Woke: No one understands Thor’s antique, spicy asgardian memes
This of course brings up the question of what exactly asgardian memes would be, any ideas lads?
Imma just go ahead and say the tragedy of Loki of asgard is a huge meme at this point
heimdall watches you fap
[pointing at any group of 3 anythings] the warriors three
along the same lines pointing at any green animal “loki??”
if you’re straight you can’t cross the bifrost
if an uncomfortable conversation occurs you suddenly have to go home and [yourname]sleep for a hundred years
loki’s terrible overcomplicated plans
heimdall commits treason every single day and nobody has ever even thought of trying to stop him
odin’s vault is full of things that should not be kept together/anything lost (e. g. “where’s my other sock??” “odins vault probably”)
gET HELP MY BROTHER HE’S DYING (loki flies through the air)
probably the asgardian version of yeet tbh
“Carl this bag’s too heavy wtf is in th-” “YOU’RE JUST NOT WORTHY”
“Day 2737384 without sex: I’m ready to ride a horse. But like, the way Loki did.”
Breaking something any time someone says the word “another”. Like, any context at all
“there’s got to be another w-” *glass shatters off screen* “JEREMY I SWEAR TO FUCK-”
The 5edgy4u types would absolutely joke about Loki yeeting himself off the bifrost so like
*minor inconvenience* “TO THE BIFROST!”
*test goes bad* “TO THE BIFROST!”
*has to do the dishes* “TO THE- (well you get the point)
Giving each other Absolutely Ridiculous titles. (Read: “Bronn, god of that weird itch in your ear that doesn’t go away until you stick something in it”)
*violent thunder* “lmao Mood”
#Odin’sBeardChallenge where everyone tries to grow a majestic ass beard so that eventually they can scream “MY BEARD!” instead of “Odin’s beard” and if it’s Valid someone will say it back
Sokka and Zuko getting married technically makes both of them Fire Lord and Chieftain of the Southern Water Tribe so I’m dead certain that sometimes when they’re bored they just switch places for a while
Royal advisor person: Fire Lord Sokka how should we handle this socioeconomic issue
Sokka, who’s used to running a village of five huts and one snowman: …..can I phone a friend
Young Tonraq: Chief Zuko, are you listening?
Zuko, whose advisors are normally grumpy old people, absolutely not listening because he’s surrounded by eight guys made of pure water tribe beef: Of course I am you said we’re running out of ice
Tonraq: very much did not say that, pretty sure that Can’t Happen
It’s often been remarked that Spider-Man’s schtick wouldn’t work nearly so well if he didn’t live in a town with so many tall buildings, but consider: how well would Batman’s “I am the night” routine work if he was operating out of a normal city where people actually live, rather than a perpetually twilit urban hellscape that looks like the Art Deco movement had a one-night stand with Soviet Brutalism in a wrought-iron-and-gargoyle factory?
That is my favorite description of the Batman aesthetic ever.
OMDFG that’s a perfect description.
Imagine Spiderman ballooning in wide open areas. No, sorry, can’t get to that crime, its against the prevailing wind.
Also, Batman brooding on top of a Wafflehouse.
Batman: God, this stupid city with its sufficient lighting and lack of crumbling infrastructure to shoot grappling hooks into
Superman: Everyone for miles has lead poisoning, I’ve spent the entire night stopping crossword puzzle museum robberies and heists at the Second National Bank of Gotham on the corner of second street and second avenue, and earlier the wall of…clouds? smog?…cleared up for a minute and I’m pretty sure the sky was literally blood red
In response to all those articles about talking to women with headphones…
Someone always says it, whenever it comes up: “I guess I’m just not allowed to talk to anyone any more!”
Well. Yes. It is my duty to inform you that we took a vote all us women and determined that you are not allowed to talk to anyone ever again.
This vote is legally binding.
Yes, of course, all women know each other, the way you always suspected. (Incidentally, so do Canadians. I’m just throwing that out there.) We went into the women’s room at the Applebee’s at the corner of 54 and all the others streamed in through the doors into that endless liminal space, a chain of humans stretching backward heavy skulled Neanderthal women laughing with New York socialites, Lucille Ball hand in hand with the Taung child. We sat around in the couches in the women’s room (I know you’ve always been suspicious of those couches) and chatted with each other in the secret female language that you always knew existed. Somebody set up a console– the Empress Wu is ruthless at Mario Kart and Cleopatra never learned to lose and a woman who ruled an empire that fell when the Sea People came and left no trace can use the blue shell like a surgical instrument.
Eventually we took the vote. You had three defenders: your grandmother and your first-grade teacher and an Albanian nun who believes the best of everybody. Your mom abstained. It was duly recorded in the secret notebooks that have been kept under the couch in the Applebee’s since the beginning of recorded time. And then we went back to playing Mario Kart and Hoelun took off her bra and we didn’t think about you again except that I had to carry this message.
So anyway good luck with that it’s just as you always said it was. Hush now, no talking
Rebellions are built on hope 