how do people draw like this I can’t even draw stick men
Sometimes I wonder about what kind of problems would come up if Ned the pie maker came over for dinner at Hannibal’s
WHAT THE FUCK
Sam’s Hell is reminiscent of how Mary and Jess died. His personal Hells on earth started with fire consuming first his mother, his home, and then his lover and their home. His chances at the life he wanted for himself. They died because Lucifer and Azazel were trying to get to him. Perhaps Lucifer simply had to remind him of this when they were in the cage and then could just sit back and watch while Sam burned himself up with his unjustified, self-imposed burden of guilt and unfulfilled dreams.
Dean’s Hell is bloody and confusing and exposed and confining and solitary, just like his biggest fears in life. We see him shouting out for Sam, and we know that despite Sam’s best efforts, he can’t reunite with Dean. They can’t be together. Sam can’t be there to help Dean control that spider web of conflicting impulses he carries in his head. He is missing his protective layers of clothing and is stretched out in a mass of raw nerves. So Alistair just has to keep cutting away at Dean’s defenses until he finally gives up on Sam and gives himself over to all the pain he keeps chained up inside his own mind. Dean will torture himself in the forms of all those souls he cuts up and he’ll enjoy it, and he’ll hate himself all the more.
The Hell Crowley shows Cas suits both their sensibilities. Crowley knows he doesn’t need to go to such showy extents as Lucifer because he knows that people left with too much time on their hands will spend it regretting everything they did to get themselves in that spot. Physical pain would only distract them from their guilt and sorrow. And he can show this Hell to Cas without reminding Cas of fighting through Dean’s Hell to save him. Cas won’t have that natural revulsion fire and brimstone and screaming would have caused. Cas will be able to tell himself this partnership is for the best. Crowley is quite clever and knows who he is dealing with and all he really cares about is the power he’s getting anyway. Cas is willing to be fooled by it because he wants that same power.
Bobby has a stereotypical Hell. He’s an older guy and probably was raised with this sort of imagery. This is the Hell that’s most likely depicted in all those books he knows so well. It’s full of other people suffering physical pain and humiliation who he can’t save. His personal pain is caused by being faced with an infinity of demonic Sams and Deans who come to taunt him. In his nightmares he dreamed of his wife blaming him for not saving her. His surrogate sons taunt him in Hell with the fear for them he felt when he died, the reason he wouldn’t move on when the reaper came. They taunt him with the possibility that they’ll be lost after he left. He sits in his unlocked cell day after day waiting for them to come and show him that his greatest fears were realized while he’s been stuck down there in that labyrinth of other people who cry out for help he can’t provide, and he scratches marks on the wall so he can keep track of it all. So he won’t forget. So he’ll stay sane enough to keep punishing himself.
Oh wow, this is super fascinating: infinite, personalized hells as a reflection of the canonically established infinite, personalized heavens. I wonder if the show actually wrote these hells with that specific intent or if it was just kind of a happy accident. Great meta.
12 Years A Slave wins Best Picture at the 86th Academy Awards
Frigga and Sif costumes
I show affection for my pets by holding them against me and whispering I love you repeatedly as they struggle to escape from my arms
So I came home from school a few days ago and found this on one of the cabinets in my house.
See about three years ago my parents decided to go on a big push to get healthy. At the time we were all really overweight, it was a good idea. Our motto became “Eat less. Exercise more.” This was reasonable, because we often had thirds in every meal, and I couldn’t run to my mail box without getting out of breath.
Since that time between the four members of my family we’ve lost a hundred and sixty pounds. I am muscled, curvy, and a weight I love. I exercise four days a week, usually boxing early in the morning before school. Usually in the course of a day I’ll eat two pieces of toast, a sandwich and a fruit, and a small piece of meet with a couple vegetables.
My parents are not impressed. At one time, they always repeated to me “healthy at any weight”, but now it has turned not to being healthy to be healthy, but lose weight lose weight lose weight.
My eleven year old sister and I have started working with each other to sneak food into our rooms that they won’t notice we’ve taken.
The other day, I didn’t wake up at five before school to work out, and my dad yelled at me, making me promise to work out an extra day that week.
My dad picks apart my lunch in the morning. Recently, they started giving me only half a sandwich.
A few days ago, my sister went to get a cheese stick after school, and my mother told her that if she ate it, it would be her entire dinner. My sister ate it, and didn’t get dinner.
My parents told me I need to get a personal trainer so I can “improve faster”.
My family has a history of eating disorders, and everyday my family seems more and more anorexic. I’m scared for both myself and my younger sister. Both of us try to not eat, because we get approval from our parents for being “more healthy”.
I’ve stopped eating lunch, trying to loose weight so that they will be nicer to me.
I don’t think my parents realize that they’re fostering eating disorders, but the other day I tried to make myself puke, because they treat food like poison.
I was wondering if you could reblog this if you think this sounds unhealthy, because I keep trying to talk myself out of thinking that it is.
OP needs to know that what is happening could be considered (is considered) child abuse. Grossly systematic child abuse.
i was pulling up to a gas station and mumford came on the radio so i started blasting it in my car and all the people can hear with my doors closed is just the base and theyre looking at me like “wtf inappropriate rap song is that girl listening to” and i open my car door and out comes the sound of a really aggressive banjo solo
Lupita Nyong’o (via sonofafieldnegro)
this is so important. too many actors fail to thank the people they play on screen. They often think they are those people and that they have actually done something through acting a part. Lupita knows the importance of playing the role of Patsey, but she always pays tribute to this real historical person and all the Patseys who have suffered. Lupita reminds everyone that Patsey is very real. That Solomon Northrup’s story is very real. This history from this movie is real and we must not forget. Thank you, Lupita. You’re an angel.