livebloggingmydescentintomadness

themightyberkian:

minamarrrina:

True story my therapist told me it is 100% natural and healthy to have attachments to fictional characters, especially strong hero types because they may have flaws but in the end they always save the day and some people just need that constant positive force in their life.

You don’t understand how perfect this is.

ambiguous-ash

congalineofdurin:

everybody-calmdown:

congalineofdurin:

had to shut a bitch down today

And that’s how public shootings and school shootings and shit like that happen. I’m not saying that this dude is not creepy as fuck, but this is not the way to handle this! He didn’t say anything mean (on purpose), and when you shut him down like that how the fuck do you think he’s going to react? He must know he’s somewhat creepy, but when a complete stranger that he adores tells him so vividly how creepy he is, that must wreck his world. I’m just saying I wouldn’t be surprised if he bought a gun (legally, but that’s a different issue) and went in to the store he knows you fucking work at. Just be nice to people fuck.

Alright, you know what? I don’t want to reblog this post. I want this post to die. And I have never once reblogged to reply to someone else’s comment on this post. But this one? This one I’m fucking gonna, because how. dare. you.

Are you seriously one of those slimy, inhuman grease traps of a human being who blame VICTIMS OF SHOOTINGS FOR THE FUCKING SHOOTINGS

Don’t you EVER come at me and try to tell me that I need to be responsible, personally responsible, for the mental satisfaction of the kind of monsters who would do something like that. Don’t you ever tell me I have to let myself be uncomfortable around people who LITERALLY STALK ME and put on a big smile and let them down gently because in your twisted little brain it is MY JOB TO KEEP THEM FROM KILLING PEOPLE

H O W   F U C K I N G   D A R E   Y O U

YOU are the problem. YOU are the kind of person who justifies that kind of senseless violence by saying WELL IF SHE HAD JUST GIVEN HIM A CHANCE

IF SHE HAD JUST FUCKED HIM

IF HE HAD JUST ‘GOTTEN SOME’

HE WOULDN’T HAVE RAPED HER/SHOT THEM/DONE IT

Are you fucking proud of that? Are you proud that that’s the tiny drop you choose to drop into society’s bucket? 

I don’t care if it ‘wrecked his world’ when he was called out on his socially unacceptable, disgusting behavior. I don’t caaaaaaaare

His actions are HIS actions. His actions are HIS fault

the next time I see a tragedy like the elliot rodger shooting on the news, I’m gonna think of all the vile comments from people online that say it all could have been avoided if the people he threatened and menaced would just relinquish their bodies and their comfort and their personal space for him, and I’m gonna  s e e   y o u r   f a c e  and I hope you fucking know it.

Don’t you ever talk to me. I am sick to my stomach over your fucking bullshit.

awkward-fallen-angel

abnormal-fallen-angel:

ohhowiloveunicorns:

waystotellyourewhovian:

aanzhen:

prismplague:

Demon summons a human

Yes. good.

Can you imagine, though, this happening to you?

You’re at the movies and about to pay for your popcorn when suddenly you’re not? And there’s a demon standing there and at first you’re terrified but then you realize the demon looks so scared and nervous and you feel this tiny little tug of sympathy.

So you try and joke around a little bit with him. “You know, you’re the third demon that’s done this to me today.”

He immediately looks terrified and possibly on the verge of tears. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I can… I an send you back if you want?”

Of course that catches your attention. It’s not every day you meet a demon that summons people and then gets apologetic about it. “Hey, didn’t mean anything by it. I was making a joke.” You look around. “Nice place.”

That coaxes a smile out of him. “Thanks. I, uh… It’s a little messy. My coworkers decided to torture someone in here, but I, uh…” He starts running around and picking up the various bones and knifes that lay on the floor. “I can tidy up.”

You awkwardly wait around until the demon finishes up. “So, uh, why’d you call me here?”

At this, the demon does something surprising. He starts glowing, which, if you had to guess, was how demons blushed. “I, uh…” He hurries to finish cleaning up and starts dropping bones all over the place.

You can’t help but giggle as you start helping him clean up. Once all the slightly worrying objects are out of view, he turns back to you rubbing the back of his neck. “I get a little lonely sometimes and… Well… I just really wanted a friend that wasn’t into… you know… demon stuff…”

"Oh."You can’t say you’re not surprised. If you were honest, you suspected he called you here to buy your soul or something. "That’s… nice."

"Look, I get it, probably not your thing, being friends with a demon…" He shuffles his feet around and looks at the ground.

"Not something I can say I’ve done before," you giggle. "But it’s a bit of a bad time right now. I was about to go see a movie so…"

"Oh… Oh! Sorry about that…" he says, looking distinctly crestfallen. "I knew this was a bad idea… I’ll just… send you back then–"

"Hang on a second, there. I never said no. It was just bad timing. Happens to the best of us. But after, I’d love to hang out. What’s your name?"

He gives a small start of surprise. “Uh… Adam?”

You smile. “Well, Adam, I’m Y/N, and I would love to hang out after my movie.”

He gives an embarrassed smile. “Thanks… What movie?”

"Avengers."

"No way! I love that movie! Have you seen it yet?"

You laugh. “Only like twelve times.”

"Well, can’t keep you away from lucky number thirteen!"

You laugh with him. “So, like around five?”

Adam grins. “Around five.”

That’s so sweet I’m gonna die

OF COURSE YOU NAMED HIM ADAM

dontsteponthatfishcastiel
jensenacklesmeltsmyheart:

crowleys-interim-ruler-of-hell:

the-fallen-angel-has-the-tardis:

girlofsomanyfandoms:

shmem-the-pem:


onepersonarmy:


onthesideof-angels:


mishaco:


#the transition from jensen ackles to dean winchester


#more like #the transition of dean from season 1 to season 8


SIT DOWN AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE


YOU ARE GROUNDED


Someone add demon eyes and it will be season 1 to season 9

My hand slipped.

F uc k

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??????!!!!!

jensenacklesmeltsmyheart:

crowleys-interim-ruler-of-hell:

the-fallen-angel-has-the-tardis:

girlofsomanyfandoms:

shmem-the-pem:

Someone add demon eyes and it will be season 1 to season 9

My hand slipped.

F uc k

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??????!!!!!

dontsteponthatfishcastiel
steamlord313:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!
I get naked.
FULL naked.
REAL naked.
I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.
No cookies. Blatant nudity.
That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…
And there it was.
This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.
Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.
“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”
Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”
As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.
This was, nearly, one of those.
If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.
My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.
I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:
“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”
And inquiries such as:
“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”
Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?
That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.
An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

Seeing this once again on my dashboard after so long, I am legitimately surprised to see that it hasn’t reached 100,000 notes yet.

steamlord313:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!

I get naked.

FULL naked.

REAL naked.

I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.

No cookies. Blatant nudity.

That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…

And there it was.

This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.

Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.

“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”

Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”

As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.

This was, nearly, one of those.

If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.

My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.

I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:

“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”

And inquiries such as:

“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”

Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?

That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.

An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

Seeing this once again on my dashboard after so long, I am legitimately surprised to see that it hasn’t reached 100,000 notes yet.