Hola Tannerinos!

Celebrating every Tannerino, from the greatest (Kimmy Gibbler) to the worst (Joey Gladstone, followed closely by Joey Gladstone's impression of Bullwinkle) in all of their glory.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Tannerinos!

theidiotking:

Do you think Gia from Full House would be my Valentine? If she wanted me to smoke cigarettes I’d do it. Because I’m willing to do anything for love.

  • The Gia Years were the only times Stephanie was ever cool
  • I wish Gia’s mom did marry Danny, and then they just kicked Stephanie out, because that would eliminate my eyes from both Steph and Vicky
  • Gia was also the best part of The Baby-Sitters Club movie

This doesn’t make any sense! Lobsters don’t come from the jungle!

Everyone else can see that little girl in the corner, right? I’m not going crazy?

Michelle’s hand looks a little bit too close to Jesse’s can of hairspray in his pocket.

This screencap says more about my feelings towards Joseph than anything I could ever write.

“Is he…is he still there? He’s still behind me? Is he looking? Oh God, he’s doing that creepy smile again, isn’t he? Maybe if I just smile, pretend everything’s fine…ha ha, just laugh it off, pretend I’m OK…how bulletproof is that glass?”

Danny seems oddly calm about the fact that his daughter is turning into a monster.

According to IMDB, during the first season of Full House, there were four full time writers. This means that at one point, all four of those grown adults, plus the director, producer(s?), creative consultants, bigwigs, everyone involved sat down (yes, I am imagining them in a giant board room with giant, stupid, glossy photos of the Olsen twins hung on every wall because even in 1987, they knew) and said “you know, it would be using the best of our talent if we write an almost dialogue-free, homoerotic, incredibly-awkward-for-the-viewer-to-watch, over three minute scene where these two guys decide to see who can go longer without scratching their chicken pox.”

HOLLYWOOD!

Eh, close enough.