This is what terrifies me about the ocean.
the few times I’ve gone snorkelling this is the most intensely scary but amazing thing about it, the bit where the reef ends and it suddenly just drops off and you cant see the bottom or what’s down there, and you swim over the edge and suddenly your in open water, and you feel so vulnerable like you’re a fish that lives on the reef, and you finally understand finding nemo
you finally understand finding nemo
Tell me these movies are just dumb comedies. Tell me Po is just a stupid Panda. Tell me. I will fight you.
Kung Fu Panda is about a character with legitimate low self esteem issues who is mocked and ridiculed by the people he looks up to. No matter how hard he trains, he doesn’t believe in himself until he discoverers that there is no “secret ingredient” that will make him great, because HE is what makes himself great.
Po: There is no secret ingredient. It’s just you.
Oh my everlasting Primus, THIS.
This scene right here hit me like a punch to the gut. I thought I was gonna start crying in the theater, because that was ME up there. Someone, whoever wrote those lines, understood what it felt like. To go through life fat and clumsy, a walking punchline. To not know what pretty or strong or popular or good at something even feels like, and what other conclusion can you come to but that you are worthless?
Until… Shifu gets his head out of his ass, turns his thinking around, and starts training Po in ways that are useful to Po. Until Po finally gets the chance to apply the passion he’s always had and the kung-fu-nerdery he’s been amassing since he was little. Until Po becomes a master in his own time, in his own way, and saves the world without having to lose a single ounce to do it.
That was the second punch to the gut for me. Po doesn’t slim down and become buff. He still gets out of breath climbing stairs. He’s a giant awkward nerdapalooza and he’s pretty much always hungry. He’s still the same fat kid he always was, and the change, the miracle, is that that’s okay. He doesn’t have to not be a fat kid in order to be worthy.
I don’t know why Kung Fu Panda doesn’t get more love than it does. It should be our banner, y’all.
Kung Fu Panda was one of the first movies I EVER saw where the main character was fat and clumsy and awkward, basically a giant dork, but those things weren’t changed or gotten rid of during his hero quest. No one took him seriously because of them—not even himself—but it turns out that all the things about himself he was always embarrassed about did more to make him a hero and an essentially good person than training with the most skilled practitioners of martial arts in the country ever did. Normally, the fat or awkward or dorky protagonists turn out completely different by the end, at least in appearances if not personality.
When KFP came out I was still very insecure about my weight and my personality. I’ve been chubby, awkward and nerdy since my childhood, and I’d tried everything to fit in with other people—from karate classes and straightening my hair to desperately vying for popularity. But from the start of this movie, I LOVED Po, and I identified more with him than I have with any other character. And watching this scene, and all the other scenes afterwards, watching Po and everyone around him realize that he was strong and brave and good exactly the way he was, I realized the same about myself. That’s an important lesson for EVERYONE, regardless of age.
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The national geographic one gets me all the time.
sweet milk of justice
Narwhals travelling along their narwhallian highways to get to Nar-whal-nia
bunnies are so stupid i love them
i wish i looked cute sleeping
wtf how do you know what i look like when i sleep
WHERE THE HELL DID THAT GIF COME FROM
tHAT GIF I’M FUCKING PISSING MYSELF
He’s like a damn comic book villain.
if he was a tiny schoolgirl this would be the premise for like a dozen animes
I’m verging on videogame boss myself
No one’s going to talk about how these two particular guns, capable of ripping tendon and flesh from bones from recoil alone is, with multiple rounds, being hip fired without hand guard support all by one man?
Fucker no this is superhuman.
#Those are not just ”guns”#those are antimateriel sniper rifles better known as Barret M82A2 if I’m not mistaken#those are rifles designed not to kill humans but rather incapacitate vehicles by shooting penetrating .50 CAL rounds into..say…a jeep’s engine#Those fucking rifles have a HUGE stopping power and the guy’s not even using his fucking shoulder to stop that#he’s shooting them from the HIP as if he were Salvador from Borderlands 2#and he fires more than one round from each#that man has really fucking strong muscles#on closer inspection he does have his left leg forward so he’s properly footed on his right leg#fucking amazing
metal gear boss
Metal Gear Badass.
So … I found this pic and wrote a Creepypasta about it
He who changed
When I was a kid I used to go to the forest a lot , play there and explore you know what kids these days do in a forest .
Then I found a beautiful little fox , he was still a baby he was lying over his dead mother , I bought him home , I feed him , played with him , we were always together until that day …
I came back from school , my dear Maksy like always came running to me , I petted him and gave him food , the light went out , and then again off , I went out to meet my friends , it was really nice being with them , but I didn’t relaise that that was my last day to live .
When I came home I found my dear Maksy sitting there looking at me with that terrifing face , the door closed and he stood up whispering “welcome home … my food „
Cat 1: eww gross have you seen what she’s wearing ??
Cat 2: OH HELL NAWW MY NANA KNIT ME THIS BITCH