your life hasn’t been completed until you see giraffes fighting
i thought they were partying
I'm a band kid who's just trying to figure life out. 17, in love with art, and my OTPs are Spideypool and Destiel.
Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen
here's a test i found. go wild, y'all. (im choleric.)
and it is the most important line ever spoken in the history of our series
if you don’t reblog this i am judging you
this is the very essence of our fandomit is our originsso reblog now
This is the moment that defined the show. Because it was supposed to be about two boys killing monsters and demons and episode by episode telling a short little action story. It was supposed to be about the tough, brawny big brother and the smart, more introverted little brother who ran away but the monsters were still out there. It was supposed to be a superhero story about winning and beating what’s in the dark. What we know is that everything it was supposed to be stayed only as “supposed to be”.
It’s a story about love, loss, and desperation. It’s about watching Dean’s eyes die as every season progresses. It’s about every time Sam suffers needlessly, every time he fails and every time he gets back up. It’s about how two brothers turned the world, heaven and hell, against them and about how they loved each other enough to sacrifice it five times over and still manage to save its sorry ass. It’s about the way they sing in their ‘67 impala at the top of their lungs. It’s about the times they’ve cried. It’s about driving down that tired road and classic rock and the feel of one another’s shoulderblades against their own, pistols out, surrounded by monsters. It’s hope and family and how that can include a winged tax collector in a trenchcoat, and a bearded old drunk who puts his own spin on “idiots”.
In this moment it’s family that has left and family that has been brought together. Two brothers crashing to the ground, one defiant against the darkness in and around him and one loyal to a fault with the faith of millions.
Dean’s going to open the pages of this book and tell you their story. He’s going to tell you everything.
Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.
Protesters upset about the smearing of Mike Brown converged at CNN headquarters.
people complain sooo much about social media and “twitter activism” completely ignoring that without social media the only way anyone would know whats going on is through media controlled by straight, white, capitalist men
White Man from San Diego Waves Gun Around Small Children In Confrontation With Police and Is Taken Into Custody Alive.
This white man walked towards the police with a gun pointed at them and they spend half an hour talking to him before they shoot him one time. If he had been a black man, they would’ve shot him dead. Before you police apologists claim this man has a history of mental illness (he does) that’s why the police was lenient, Ezell Ford, a mentally ill black man, was recently killed by the LAPD.
Haha like. … what. …
This is. .. this is it. This is what we talk about.
This is white privilege
You know when a fast angry song comes on that you know every word to and you’re in just the right mood that your eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive
puT ON YOUR WAR PAINT