Keep It Stupid Simple. Its Simple, Stupid.

Val has too many interests.

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Im not amazing at this but here’s my painting of who else but Hughie.

hoap:

I am leery of diving too deep into tumblr’s posts for The Boys (bc spoilers) but in Episode 2 when Billy Butcher basically tells Hughie Campbell… well… let me see if I can just recall the convo…

Hughie: I’m not a murder.

Billy: It’s ok…

Billy: (starts to walk away)

Billy:

Billy: …I am.

OH MY FREAKING GOSH I JUMPED IN MY SEAT SCREAMING!!! THIS IS THE KIND OF ANTIHERO (aka VILLAIN) I GO BONKERS OVER!

vcugifs:

Do you accept the Lord, our Father, as your Savior, and Jesus as his son? Yes.

2 seconds later:

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jokeresque:

I can’t remember the last time I saved anyone. 

You saved me. 

secretlyamess:

Frenchie: Alright, listen up you little shits

Frenchie: Not you, Hughie, you’re a god-damn angel and we’re happy to have you here.

futureblackpolitician:

kirbys-return-to-memeland:

charlesoberonn:

thespectacularspider-girl:

klubbhead:

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He doesn’t even flinch with the bullets

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But he does with the punch.

Worst Superman ever

He could be moving with the blow to rob most of it with hit’s power.  Punching Superman while he’s staying stock still would be like punching a brick wall with all your might.

You’d likely shatter your hand and tear open your knuckles, at the very least.

This is just Superman getting the point across without destroying the guy’s hands.

This is a great Superman depiction.

Supes has actually done this in the comics!

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Fake Superman fans be like

(via felsicgay-deactivated20200528)

rbmadd:

I know Jordan Peele is the new modern master of horror but i seriously refuse to watch the new Twilight Zone reboot because everytime they pan the camera over at Jordan Peele and he’s like “we have now entered… The Twilight Zone…” i’m not gonna be able to fucking take it seriously because i’m going to look at him and i’m just gonna be reminded of shit like this

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lizzie-mcguire:

You know, I dream sometimes about flying. It starts out like I’m running really, really fast. I’m, like, superhuman. And the terrain starts to get really rocky and steep, and then I’m running so fast that my feet aren’t even touching the ground, and I’m floating and it’s like this amazing, amazing realness. I’m free. I’m safe. Then I realize… I’m completely alone. And then I wake up. 

500 Days of Summer (2009) dir. Marc Webb

(via taraantino)