College is a fucked up place
I never felt a personal inclination towards bdsm…
until I was introduced to Jesse Pinkman.
You know it’s going to be a lucky week when you get your period on the first day of finals.
OKAY THIS IS RIDICULOUS BUT THE SYMBIOTE NOPING OUT OF THE DEADPOOL HUG WAS CUTE
im great at texting
if u think about it this is kinda a summary of tumblr actually
HE SPENT 4 YEARS AT A 2 YEAR COLLEGE
NOW HIS ONLY WAY OUT IS TO GET BACK IN
You know what I’m saying? I’m saying this is bullshit. If a sixteen year old Dean Winchester came face to face with a werewolf like that, he wouldn’t be alive. The werewolf wouldn’t grab him from the forearms. He or she would bite him and claw him till he was dead or too weak to move.
So yeah, this isn’t a werewolf. That’s just John.
Friendly reminder that Dean didn’t ever personally encounter a werewolf until Season 2, 11 years after this episode.
Oh hi there. Just wanted to show you guys something:
And once again, this gif is way too accurate:
I CAN’T HANDLE THIS KID AND THE AMOUNT OF WORK AND DEDICATION HE PUT INTO THIS CHARACTER FOR ONE EPISODE. MAKING SURE HE MADE TEEN!DEAN BELIEVABLE… STUDYING JENSEN’S MANNERISMS WHILE PLAYING DEAN AND THEN USING THEM AT ALL THE RIGHT TIMES… WATCHING ALL THOSE SEASONS IN A WEEK… LOOK AT THAT CRYING FACE, THAT IS JENSEN’S CRYING FACE. FUCKING KILL ME I LOVE THIS KID I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MAMA
ALSO HE DID THE JAW-THING
60% my ass. Every POC I know, particularly black, has experienced this type of discrimination while shopping at some point in time
OUT OF 100 PEOPLE TO WITNESS THIS SCENARIO, ONLY ABOUT 20 ACTUALLY SPOKE UP AND MOST OF THEM WERE POC
To be perfectly honest, this is another reason why I’m prejudiced. I am. I have no problem admitting that. We get followed, harassed, and killed for looking suspicious. And the “respectability” crap that Don Lemon and others have suggested means nothing- Look what happened to Oprah, one of the wealthiest women in the world. So I don’t smile at white kids or their parents because all I can think of in the back of my mind is them discussing the little out of place black kid at the store and how they should avoid “people like me” around the dinner table. I won’t hold the door open, I do my best to avoid conversation or contact.
And before anyone attempts to come at me sideways saying “all white people aren’t like that!” or how you “have black friends,” let me remind you of how many people spoke up in this video, which is a damn accurate, if not generous, representation of how many do in real life. Let me remind you of how many “people like me” have been harassed or killed. Let me remind you that 1, one, person’s life being taken because of some excuse like “prevention” or “suspicion” is more than enough.
And I’m escalating to murder because that’s the reality of this mindset. This doesn’t stop at shopping. It doesn’t stop at clutching your purse when I walk by you on the street. It means that if I see a white woman struggling with bags and bags of groceries, I fight my natural inclination to be the gentleman my parents raised me to be and decide not to ask if she needs help in fear of my actions being mistaken for something malicious. It means having to always be cognizant that I am a black man operating in a space that isn’t always happy to see me. It means that when I have kids, the most prevalent conversation we’ll have is one of their safety from other people who don’t know them. And God, that’s just when people think low of us. I also have to teach them not to walk with their heads held high in certain areas because people perceive that as being “uppity” or “out of place” and people are killed for that.
And yes, I’m playing my “black card” because that’s the hand I was dealt. I am black. And blatant attacks on my humanity for that get called out. It’s damn near always about race. Always. And if someone tells you it isn’t, they’re lying.
to be honest i think i reblogged this already but it’s too real.