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Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men.

dalekplz:

last-of-the-garrison:

skipping-in-hell:

bless this show

bless the fact that this is how cas and kevin first met

I never noticed he called him a hot potatoe

joewierenga:

Cheshire Cat by Joe Wierenga

joewierenga:

Cheshire Cat by Joe Wierenga

"These are forms of male aggression that only women see. But even when men are afforded a front seat to harassment, they don’t always have the correct vantage point for recognizing the subtlety of its operation. Four years before the murders, I was sitting in a bar in Washington, D.C. with a male friend. Another young woman was alone at the bar when an older man scooted next to her. He was aggressive, wasted, and sitting too close, but she smiled curtly at his ramblings and laughed softly at his jokes as she patiently downed her drink. ‘Why is she humoring him?’ my friend asked me. ‘You would never do that.’ I was too embarrassed to say: ‘Because he looks scary’ and ‘I do it all the time.’

Women who have experienced this can recognize that placating these men is a rational choice, a form of self-defense to protect against setting off an aggressor. But to male bystanders, it often looks like a warm welcome, and that helps to shift blame in the public eye from the harasser and onto his target, who’s failed to respond with the type of masculine bravado that men more easily recognize."
superlockedhogwartianinthetardis:

outercorner:

tenoko1:

wimey:

violethyena:

exorin:

wimey:

getting tickled is seriously the worse kind of torture 

this is fucking adorable.

Omg, tickling Cas and his wings flailing about. I can only see poor Sam getting thrown into the wall so many times…

oki what the FUCK are you guys doingwhat are all those notesare u sickwhatno 

Dude. I can picture them finding out Cas is ticklish. Sam would hold his arms while Dean went to town on him until the angel CRIED from laughing so hard and so much. What’s family for if not to exploit your weaknesses for their amusement. And yours.

Sam wakes up when something heavy hits his back.
He twists away from the wall in the tiny hotel room, hand going for the knife under the mattress, turns to face the threat, and gets a mouthful of feathers.
“Dean!” he gasps out, because after gently - as much as possible, at least, with how much they were flapping around and twitching - separating two long feathers to get a good look at the room, he can see Dean has pinned Cas down on the bed and is in the process of tickling the poor angel to death.
He has to admit, he’d never heard Cas laugh, not this long or this joyously. And Cas’s face is relaxed, open, mouth wide and head thrown back, hands flailing, as Dean sneaks his fingers into armpits and the soft belly, along the ribs and even in the dips of Cas’s collarbones.
Still. Someone has to act the grownup here.
“Dean, oh my god, how old are you?” he demands, trying to get off the bed - Cas’s wing is heavy and forceful and slapping at Sam’s chest - and get to Dean. “Let go of him!”
Dean pauses, and then lowers his head down to Cas’s ear. They both turn to look at Sam and Sam gets that sinking feeling all younger siblings do when their elder sibling stares at them like that.
“No, Dean, don’t even - “
Dean half-pounces, half-flops across to Sam’s bed as Cas pulls his wings back and gives Dean the opportunity to slam Sam down onto the bed. Sam yelps, because he hates being tickled, it is pure torture, and then suddenly Cas is leaning over Sam’s head.
“Cas - ” he begins, but that smile hasn’t left Cas’s face and suddenly Cas is tickling him too, and it’s four in the morning and they’re shrieking like toddlers and it is the best fun Sam can remember ever having in a long, long time.

I LOVE HOW THIS ISN’T SHIPPY IT’S JUST PURE AND ADORABLE FRIENDSHIPPYNESS MY HEART CAN’T

superlockedhogwartianinthetardis:

outercorner:

tenoko1:

wimey:

violethyena:

exorin:

wimey:

getting tickled is seriously the worse kind of torture 

this is fucking adorable.

Omg, tickling Cas and his wings flailing about. I can only see poor Sam getting thrown into the wall so many times…

oki what the FUCK are you guys doing
what are all those notes
are u sick
what
no 

Dude. I can picture them finding out Cas is ticklish. Sam would hold his arms while Dean went to town on him until the angel CRIED from laughing so hard and so much. What’s family for if not to exploit your weaknesses for their amusement. And yours.

Sam wakes up when something heavy hits his back.

He twists away from the wall in the tiny hotel room, hand going for the knife under the mattress, turns to face the threat, and gets a mouthful of feathers.

“Dean!” he gasps out, because after gently - as much as possible, at least, with how much they were flapping around and twitching - separating two long feathers to get a good look at the room, he can see Dean has pinned Cas down on the bed and is in the process of tickling the poor angel to death.

He has to admit, he’d never heard Cas laugh, not this long or this joyously. And Cas’s face is relaxed, open, mouth wide and head thrown back, hands flailing, as Dean sneaks his fingers into armpits and the soft belly, along the ribs and even in the dips of Cas’s collarbones.

Still. Someone has to act the grownup here.

“Dean, oh my god, how old are you?” he demands, trying to get off the bed - Cas’s wing is heavy and forceful and slapping at Sam’s chest - and get to Dean. “Let go of him!”

Dean pauses, and then lowers his head down to Cas’s ear. They both turn to look at Sam and Sam gets that sinking feeling all younger siblings do when their elder sibling stares at them like that.

“No, Dean, don’t even - “

Dean half-pounces, half-flops across to Sam’s bed as Cas pulls his wings back and gives Dean the opportunity to slam Sam down onto the bed. Sam yelps, because he hates being tickled, it is pure torture, and then suddenly Cas is leaning over Sam’s head.

“Cas - ” he begins, but that smile hasn’t left Cas’s face and suddenly Cas is tickling him too, and it’s four in the morning and they’re shrieking like toddlers and it is the best fun Sam can remember ever having in a long, long time.

I LOVE HOW THIS ISN’T SHIPPY IT’S JUST PURE AND ADORABLE FRIENDSHIPPYNESS MY HEART CAN’T

Will Graham - Outfits in Amuse-Bouche

"i feel like doodling the adventure time ladies" quickly turned into a four hour sketch and a very elaborate couch. hopefully i’ll color it one of these days

"i feel like doodling the adventure time ladies" quickly turned into a four hour sketch and a very elaborate couch. hopefully i’ll color it one of these days

surfshoggoth:

damncommunists:

ocelhira:

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

  1. i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 
  2. most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 
  3. im not a pissbaby

my white friends that have reblogged this give me life

4. Sometimes I am a shitty white person and the jokes remind me to FUCKIN STOP

turian-chocolate:

Hannibal Lecter + being an annoyingly cute cannibalistic serial killer

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