They never said " stick em up." Ivy confirmed that the minute he stopped them, the tree line opened up. The gang had ambushed several cops who tried to do traffic stops. The Texas Rangers didn't take that chance.
Before the snap, thanos was completely bald. but after wiping out half the universe, he suddenly has a faint layer of purple fuzz on his head when he meets young gamora inside the soul stone.
how is that even possible?
This girl borrowed clothes she couldn’t afford just to fit into elite society, but the girl she almost ignored turned out to be the wealthiest heiress in the room.
Batman without Gotham? That’s like Spider-Man without New York. 🦇 Gotham is part of Batman’s identity, not just his address. Why change what makes him iconic?
To master the use of the Time Stone, Doctor Strange had to gain knowledge from the Book of Cagliostro. He practically experimented with it on an apple and even attempted to restore the missing pages of the book! 🍎
But how did Thanos did it without any prior knowledge or practice! 👀
I know many people will CLAIM this but... what have you really lost in life?
Many expect seven times restoration but can hardly account for what they have lost. I'm not denying that God rewards and restores, but faith must go hand in hand with responsibility and action.
Sometimes, your breakthrough begins when you stop waiting for what you lost and start building with what you still have.
Hollywood is running out of original ideas, but apparently never runs out of ways to resurrect a dead franchise😂
Reboots, remakes, sequels, and prequels are taking over while fresh stories struggle to get the spotlight.
At this point, studios would rather dig up a 20-year-old movie than risk creating the next classic.
Hollywood doesn't need another reboot, it needs a creative resurrection 🎬🤣
I accidentally sucked my bestie’s boobs and fingered her all night thinking she was my girlfriend
There were five of us. Me, my girlfriend, and three of her friends. One of them my best mate since college had crashed at ours after the party. We’d all been drinking for hours. Music, shots, someone crying-laughing in the kitchen. By the time we got back everyone was done. Two of them passed out on the sofas. My girlfriend said she was getting water and would be up in a minute. I told her I’d be in bed. I barely made the stairs.
The room was dark. I fell onto the mattress, half asleep already, and assumed she’d followed me. A body was already there, warm, no top on. I pulled her in without thinking. She mumbled something and settled against me. I was too gone to clock that it wasn’t the right shape or the right smell.
My fiancée invited her ex to our wedding. Then the pastor refused to marry us.
I'm 34, and I'd spent two years saving for what I thought would be the happiest day of my life.
My fiancée, Vanessa, insisted on inviting her ex-boyfriend, Tyler.
“He's part of my past,” she explained. “We're friends now. I want everyone to get along.”
I hated the idea, but I trusted her.
On our wedding day, everything was perfect. Two hundred guests filled the church. My mother was crying in the front row. Vanessa looked breathtaking in her white dress.
Then I noticed Tyler sitting in the front row, holding a little girl I'd never seen before.
The pastor began the ceremony.
“Does anyone here know a reason these two should not be married?”
Nobody moved.
Then the little girl stood up.
“Daddy, are you going to tell him?”
The entire church turned toward Tyler.
It would have been fair if Esther stayed behind in order to convince Paul of the danger on ground. Though Paul didn't pay much attention because he was on a phone call.
Lesson is that you should always pay attention to what people have to say; no matter how stupid it may sound.
My girlfriend invited me to her birthday dinner, then introduced me to everyone as her cousin because she didn't want another man at the table to know we were dating.
I had been with Emily for almost two years, and although we weren't married, we had already met each other's families. I knew her mother, she knew my sister, and I had spent Christmas with her family the previous year. We weren't a secret couple, so when she invited me to her birthday dinner at an expensive restaurant, I didn't think there was anything unusual about it.
I bought her a designer handbag she had been admiring for months and arrived at the restaurant before her. When she walked in, she looked beautiful in a black dress. She kissed my cheek, thanked me for the gift, and introduced me to the four people sitting at our table.
“This is my cousin, Alex,” she said.
I actually laughed because I thought she was joking. But nobody else laughed. One of the men stood up, shook my hand, and asked which side of Emily's family I came from.