“this character is terrible and awful and actually very serious and scary and powerful. i want to see them making coffee and grocery shopping and doing other domestic things.”
daily reminder that
- your problems matter
- mental illnesses are real
- you deserve accommodations
- you deserve respect
- you are worthy of love and care
creepy fucking whistling - Supernatural S8x05
This was awesome! How perfect is In the Hall of the Mountain King?
This reminds me of “Kill Bill” 1 & 2.
The notion that if we cut our defense budget by as little as 10%, we’d be completely defenseless and prone to disaster is ridiculous.
We could cut our defense budget by 75% (nearly $500 billion!) and we’d still spend more than our two biggest threats combined; Russia & China.
Can we plaster this graph all over the news, and billboards, pls?
And the notion that we need to INCREASE our defense budget by two trillion when the DOD isn’t even asking for it is even more ludicrous.
I think the U.S defense budget is a direct correlation between how much fucked up things the U.S has done as a country and how much protection we think we need as a result of that.
… Can we just note that Canada isn’t even on this list.
A guy with a rifle in a canoe doesn’t really run you billions of dollars.
so I looked up sex offenders in detroit and I learned that apparently they cannot cross running water
because the other side is canada
When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday.
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.
a vote for romney is a vote for a HARDCORE RACIST apparently HOLY SHIT
do you ever feel like you like someone a lot more than they like you and then start to feel like you’re just annoying them because while you always want to talk to them they probably don’t always want to talk to you and it stresses you out a lot and then you just start to feel really depressed about it
i like my men how i like my tea
thrown in the boston harbor
I like my men like I like my wine.
Twelve years old and locked in a basement.
I like my men how I like my meat
ground up and in the freezer
I like my men how I like my books
bound in leather
I like my men how I like my homework
spread all over the table
one on top of the other
I’m so done with this site omg
The Skyler White Effect
The cognitive dissonance that happens when a female character is presented by the narrative as absolutely correct in their judgment of a male character, and yet the viewers assume she’s the bitch.
Perry, I peed on it!What? You peed on what?I peed on the corpse. Can they do, like, ID from that?I’m sorry, you peed on..?On the corpse! My question is-No, my question. I get to go first. Why in perfect hell would you pee on a corpse?I didn’t intend to! It’s not like I did it for kicks!
casual reminder that the star trek fandom waited ten years for an update once