lemonrow submitted:

Oh my gosh, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU SO MUCH for that post about Misha and the movie, Karla

I am a Canadian, from the Scarborough area, who was growing up around the time that Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka were active, and that is truly one of the darkest, most terrifying times I can remember in my life. I haven’t seen the movie so I can’t comment on how they were depicted in it, but the crimes they actually committed, and the manner in which they committed them, are truly unspeakable

Even now, twenty years later, all you have to do is mention one of those names to people in Canada (at least anyone from my province), and they shudder and cringe. I’ve seen it happen. Bernardo and Homolka are the embodiment of true, undiluted evil in a lot of our minds. 

Seriously, just sitting here typing this, having to think about them in even this peripheral sense, is giving me the willies. 

I remember being absolutely horrified back when I saw a preview for Karla on my TV. I was even more saddened when I recently learned that Misha was involved.

Just… I want to back you up 100% when you politely ask people not to talk to Misha about this movie

This is not some cutting edge, indie film, where we’re exploring the oh-so-taboo life of fictional serial killers. These were real people, who committedcrimes so brutal that they continue to echo through my country’s social fabric twenty years later.  

Free speech be damned, I don’t think this is a movie that should ever have been made. These are not people whose story deserved to be put on film, for entertainment purposes. 

So yes, please. I can’t stop anyone from watching this movie, but please understand how deep its roots go. Where those roots come from. Please understand that Misha took on the role of a real person, and thus had to put himself in the mindset of a true monster while he was filming this movie. 

I’ve heard that people sometimes talk to Misha about Karla, or bring DVDs for him to sign, and I can only imagine it’s because they don’t quite realize what they’re doing, and where the movie (or the story) comes from. 

Please, please, please don’t talk to him about it. Again, (I think it’s a pretty safe assumption that) he’s not trying to be coy, he sincerely does not want to talk about it, and I don’t blame him. 

Anyways, I apologize if you weren’t looking for a long-winded response to your post. Just, for obvious reasons, this is something I feel strongly about, too. I lived and breathed this case, for real. I slept and went to school and played with my friends a stone’s throw away from where it was all happening. 

This case was the embodiment of true terror, and it casts and eternal shadow in my mind.

So I suppose I’m just adding my voice to yours. I mean, perhaps the true events behind this movie are irrelevant to your (and Misha’s) request for people not to talk to Misha about it, since ultimately the film and the events are different things.

All I know is that if Misha had to walk in Bernardo’s shoes while filming this movie, well… all things considered, it should be obvious why he wouldn’t want to talk or even think about the experience ever again. 

(And on top of that, as far as I’m concerned, even without having seen it, every copy of Karla that was ever made should be loaded onto a rocket and sent hurtling into the sun.) 

You’re welcome and thank you! Thank you so much for sharing this with me. I can’t even imagine what that must have been like. How awful and scary of an experience that must have been. And I’m truly sorry you had to think about this again.

Everyone should read this. 

For future reference, I don’t mind people talking to me about Karla because I’d like them to be informed instead of naively asking Misha about it but if you don’t want to see anymore posts related to it, I tag every one with “karla for ts”.

The Many Numbered Heavens

There are certain regrets that Castiel has when he thinks of his time as an angel. He regrets never visiting Ellen or Jo’s heaven. He regrets never taking the time to find this “Ash” person he has heard about, who was apparently the one to aide Dean and Sam on their journey through the Axis Mundi. That seems so long ago now, when Castiel was forced to speak to Dean through covert whispers on a radio, a shaking image on a television screen, barely able to communicate amongst the static and fear. Heaven, and his existence in it, is now so far away it’s only a distant memory.

He dreams of that Tuesday afternoon sometimes, when he falls asleep on the couch, dust trailing and dancing in the sun beams. He takes well to summer–he likes it so much, the tail-end flickering away into fall–summer is warm. Summer is the heat that makes Dean gripe and grumble, that makes even Sam’s even temper irritable. But Castiel does not mind it. He does not mind, because becoming human so suddenly makes him always feel cold. Becoming human means that the feeling of winter is unbearable, and that the trench-coat he has worn for ages is now suddenly either too much or not enough. He keeps it, though. Rather, Dean keeps it. It is buried somewhere in the very back of his closet, because, as Dean says, “You never know.”

Castiel isn’t quite sure what he’s supposed to know, or never know. Who he is supposed to be, what he is supposed to be–these are questions which no longer plague him as they once did. The terror of humanity is slowly, gradually replaced by joy. Yes, he is irritated by the cold. Yes, he is irritated by the seemingly constant need to relieve himself. He is irritated by sickness, by hunger, and by exhaustion, an everyday part of a hunter’s life. His muscles ache because he has never felt the use of them before–his eyes hurt, his hands hurt, his legs, his thighs. His heart hurts too, for very a long time.

But not anymore.

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Okay, so one of you Nutella additcts: What's the best way to eat it?

I just bought it for the first time because of *cough*certain Tumblr people*cough* and am excited about trying it.

(also I just ate, so I’m not gonna try it now, but I was just curious how you guys ate it. On bread? On cookies? Just with a spoon? Lol.)

Okay doing this bc Lemon tagged me.

List 10 books that have stayed with you. Try not to think too hard. They don’t have to be “right” or “great works” they just have had to have touched you in some way. Tag 10 friends including me so I can see your list.

In no particular order:

  1. Harry Potter (not specifying a book bc I mean the whole series) - JK Rowling
  2. Demonata (same deal as Harry Potter) - Darren Shan
  3. Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
  4. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky
  5. Hawthorn Tree Forever [山楂树之恋] - Aimi [艾米]
  6. Watchmen - Alan Moore
  7. Ender’s Game - Orson Scott Card
  8. The Gangster We Are All Looking For - lê thi diem thúy
  9. The Poisonwood Bible - Barbara Kingsolver
  10. A Hero of Our Time - Mikhail Lermontov

Relapsing, Boys Night Out

To be quite honest, I am a sucker for female vocalists. Although at the same time I’m kind of picky about it.

To be honest a second time, I really don’t love this song as a whole. Not a huge fan of the guy’s voice.

Sometimes though, all it takes is just one little aspect of a song for me to fall in love with it. In this case, it’s the woman singing. That little build for about three seconds at 3:00, and then the way she just lets go starting at about 3:45.

Heh, and another thing I’m a sucker for is group singing, which… yeah, the whole last bit of the tune.

So again, don’t adore this song. Mostly just brought it forward because of the aforementioned chick vocalist love.


GUYS! IT IS UP! FINALLY! MY ACCENT CHALLENGE! Here’s a few things you should know before you watch:

  1. Yes, I am chillin’ in my bath. It’s the only place I can talk in peace without disturbing that has enough lighting for you to see my face.
  2. Yes, I am french and my english is terrible.
  3. I say it in the beginning of the video, but it’s the third one I made. So some things have been left out. But it’s 4 minutes so there is enough stuff for you to enjoy and laugh at me.
  4. I look like I’m out of breath and yes I was actually really really nervous.
  5. I know some people might be interested (look Julia you can hear my voice - even though I honestly don’t sound like me I don’t know stupid low quality video -) SO I TAG YOU.

lemonrow  asked:

(Seriously I will abuse this privilege I'm warning you)Or how about when they have Sam over to their place for dinner. And they're not all hands-y with each other, but they're always touching and moving into and around and against each other. After the meal, Cas is sitting beside Dean on the couch, watching/listening to the news while Dean and Sam are talking with each other, but Cas has one hand resting on Dean's knee the whole time, and Dean is idly and mindlessly fiddling with Cas' fingers.

All those casual touches, so easy, effortlessly intimate, and to Sam it seems like they might not even realize they’re doing it, and then Cas will catch Dean’s gaze, hold it for a moment, and Dean will smile, that small little smile he has just for Cas, and Sam has to look away—to watch would be intrusive. 


Tightrope, Janelle Monae

This was one of the first songs in a long time to restore my faith in current music and musicians. I honestly feel like most (popular) musicians of today have lost the plot in the worst, most indescribable way.

I love that it’s a hip-hoppy feeling song that isn’t about getting with some other woman’s man, or her booty (I feel dirty just saying that word), or getting drunk, or any of the cliche, incredibly boring, insipid messages that are contained in so much of today’s popular music.

A sampling of some lyrics that I’m a particular fan of:

When you get elevated,
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
Why they jumpin’ round ya
They trying to take all your dreams
But you can’t allow it

See I’m not walkin’ on it
Or tryin to run around it
This ain’t no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead, yeah

I fight for what I believe

Plus, the music video itself is just so much fun. Classy, too. Black tuxes. Plenty of funky dancing. The “funkiest horn section in Metropolis”. Unfortunately I couldn’t post it because embedding is disabled, but I highly suggest you watch it.

I don’t wanna clutter this up with too much musical meta, because really… this song itself does all the talking. Fantastic. Fun. Wonderful.


Rock and Roll Music, Chuck Berry f. Etta James and Keith Richards

Rest in Peace.

Except not.

Keep on singing, Ms. James.

Tumblr Crushes 2/19/12

Obviously it hasn’t updated since this morning. I reblogged a lot of Buffy on actuallyitsaidpratty last night and earlier today.

It’s come to my attention that I first posted the tigerstiel snippet like eight months ago?? And I haven’t touched it since like January or February, but I have something like 12k sitting on my computer, and I keep bringing it up, so I’m just gonna put the first chapter here for your viewing pleasure. (Also as incentive for me to actually get back to writing it bc I’m a slacker who slacks).

So yeah, here it is.

Chapter 1

Some people say that when you’re about to die, your whole life flashes before your eyes.

Yeah, that’s a load o’ crap, because the last thing Dean sees when he’s about to die is the pair of wide, sickly-yellow eyes of the spirit he’s supposed to be hunting.

And then it’s over.

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