so basically we hate eurovision but we watch it anyway
but if greece wins
who pays for eurovision next year?????
You can be a fan of something and still see flaws in the writing, characterization and continuity.
You can be a fan of something and dislike the writer/s and their writing style/s.
You can be a fan of something and notice and discuss problematic elements of it.
You can be a fan of something and critique and analyze it.
You can be a fan and do none of the above.
Stop judging others for how they choose to enjoy their media or their opinions and beliefs.
People of Tumblr. Friends and lovers. Heros and Villains alike.
Hear my plea.
I am in my second year at college. Due to some mix ups and unforeseen events I owe a large sum of money. For me to return in the fall, I have to pay it off August 1st.
I gotta sign up for classes and stuff.I literally have no money and no way of acquiring enough except for this last effort. (My last few dimes were spent on yarn T_T)
In order to raise money I have decided to sell Avenger inspired hats. PLEASE BUY ALL THE HATS. PLEASE.
My goal is 50 hats overall. That will raise enough to pay what I owe. Please help a starving artist.
Please I beg you I’m groveling omg help gah death asdlfjakjsdhfashf OTL.Ahem.
If you want a hat and are feeling compassionate OR do not want a hat and are feeling compassionate, please feel free to click the link below.
Please my whole future is in your hands omg i don’t know how I got into this mess ilu guys please help
If you guys have any questions don’t hesitate to ask.
GUYS PLEASE PLEASE HELP MY ROOMMATE OUT SHE’S QUALITY AND DESERVES TO BE HERE
IF YOU CAN’T AFFORD A
SWAGGITYHAT PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST!
LAWS OF NATURE
Tyler Hoechlin’s Spirit Animal 3/?
No! Into the corner with you!
As the music starts, the camera shows the sightless eyes of Kevin Tran, lying on the floor, weak body from starvation and sleepless nights apparent. The camera moves to show his mother, Mrs. Tran, lying next to him. Both of them tried to shield the other in the chaos and blood. They lie dead together.
The next scene shows Garth, lying on the ground, Bobby’s cap lying beside him, stained with blood. He is loosely holding a rifle, which contained salt, in an attempt to fight them off. To win once and for all. The salt is scattered on the ground around him. His body remains there until decayed.
The camera comes up from the ground to reveal the blank face of Sam Winchester, the one Azazel chose, the one who threw himself into hell for the good of earth. He lies, jacket stained, separated from his brother and his friends. He never got the family or the happy ending he wanted. His hair is stained and chopped, uneven in places. The blood drips down the side of his face, mirroring Jess.
Finally, we see Dean and Cas, dead on the ground. The scorch mark of Castiel’s wings cover the ground and Dean’s face and body, shielded by an angel until the very end. A gold amulet on the ground next to him, fallen out of his ripped trench coat. Dean clutches a demon blade, covered in blood, but more of his own than of the enemy. His body lies close to Cas, destined to remain together since he was raised from hell. They are now burnt and broken shells of men and angels. But they knew their only purpose.
In the corner of the field, hidden away in a presumably good parking spot, is the Impala, where it has been for a while, and will continue to be there until the trees and plants grow around it, crushing the windows, demolishing the rust, moulding the leather seats. The army men will be consumed by the soil, and in many years time, decompose. This car will be like any other old car seen abandoned in a field or on a road. Its age will show when Dean is not present to take care of her. The heater will never rattle again.
People will find the bodies, perhaps, and catalogue them as John or Jane Does, unknown to the world, unknown to the great service they gave them. They all gave their lives. And in return we live ours for them.
The camera fades to black.
DON NOT PLAY THE SONG WHILE READING THAT. YOU’LL FUCKING REGRET IT FOR LIFE OH GOD
Are you fucking kidding me right now holy fuck my life just ruined i don’t even want to thinking about that shit why would you do something like that on my god it’s six am and i’m fucking crying my eyes out thank you for that you asshats.
WERE YOU NOT HUGGED ENOUGH AS A CHILD
DID I KILL YOUR FATHER
IS THAT WHY YOU’RE HURTING ME
what if i killed you
my fucking keyboard is wet. GET OUT
so do you wanna drown by my tears now or now
Character archetype: the Mentor
The best teacher is not the one who knows most but the one who is most capable of reducing knowledge to that simple compound of the obvious and wonderful.