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“Two years he walks the Earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ‘cause "the West is the best.” And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the great white north. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.“

-Chris McCandless

The 12 Days Of Christmas
Bob & Doug Mckenzie

Okay now, this is our Christmas song
In case you don’t know what
To get somebody for Christmas

There’s lots of ideas in here
So listen and don’t get stuck

By the way, that’s me on the organ
(Aw, jeez) you start (okay)

On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me, a beer
On the second day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Two turtlenecks and a beer

On the third day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks and a beer

There should be more there
(Where) on the…go

Fourth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Four pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks and a beer
In a tree, see, you need more

On the fifth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Five golden toques
Four pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks and a beer
In a tree

Okay, on the sixth, you go
Christmas, my true love gave to me
Six packs of two-four
Five golden toques
Four pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks and a beer
In a tree, okay

On the seventh day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Seven packs of smokes (nice gift)
Oh, six packs of two-four
Five golden toques
Four pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer in a tree

Right, I keep forgetting

Phew, this should just be
The two days of Christmas
It’s too hard for us
(Um) go, hoser (oh)

On the eighth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Eight comic books
Seven packs of smokes
Six packs of two-four
Five golden toques
Four pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer on my tree

Yeah, that beer’s empty
Okay, day (twelve) twelve

Good day
And welcome to day twelve

Five golden toques
Four pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer in a tree

Beauty, eh
Where’d you learn to do that
Uh, albums

Boy, so, like, that’s our song
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
And good day
Good day, everybody

Merry Christmas, eh?

When I first read this scene, I remember thinking “God, does Elias get along with anybody?” but upon further review, I’d like to take a minute to appreciate two things:

1) Elias is literally over here Like “…whatever you’re doing don’t do it. STOP EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF MY NEW GIRLFRIEND, BRO.” Because a complete smartass older brother as likely to mess with Elias as he is to take care of him is definitely what Lindel is.

2) Considering that their antagonism is in fact all smartassery and sarcasm and they both clearly have a sense of humor built entirely on messing with people, the two of them as a unit, wandering the great white north for who knows how long? THEY MUST HAVE BEEN A MENACE.

The magical sass brothers. Picture it for a second. THEY’RE LIKE THIS AS ADULTS 300 YEARS LATER

SO AS SASSY UNSUPERVISED YOUTHS

CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE

anonymous asked:

The other night, around 2am. I got screamed at for not giving back exact change (customers total was $7.18, paid with a $10, change was $2.82). The customer could see my till screen from outside because the service window is behind me, and he just lost it because I wouldnt give him the 2 pennies. We dont have pennies here in the Great White North, haven't for years. It's not like he had an excuse either, his vehicle had local plates. Eventually he just screamed "Fuck you!!" And left 🤦

I just saw this ugly old white woman all but do backflips to get away from this beautiful woc at the polling station just so she could be helped by a white woman instead. 

Like the other white woman was busy with someone, and the woc was free. She was standing right in front of her when the other white woman freed up and she pulled a 90 degree turn so fuck’n fast she damn near broke her fucking neck so that she could be helped by this other white woman instead. 

I mean I could say I was surprised, but I think we all know I’m not. So y’know, Canada is racist. I’ve been saying that for a while just more proof. 

anonymous asked:

aaah, okay may i request some modern!mitsukiki cuddles or going on a date? (:

The winter air feels like relief on Mitsuhide’s skin, cooling the heat clinging to him even beneath his parka. It lasts until he’s in sight of the chapter house, where it finally settles into his overworked muscles, making his quads feel heavy and his delts just – fried. Can muscles be fried?

Who knows? Not him.

(Probably Shirayuki)

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2 năm anh ta đi khắp nơi. Không điện thoại, không bể bơi, không thú cưng. Không thuốc lá. Sự tự do tột bực. Một người cực đoan. Một người du hành., coi mặt đất là nhà. Và bây giờ, sau 2 năm du ngoạn, cuộc phiêu lưu lớn nhất và cũng là cuối cùng bắt đầu. Cuộc chiến với thiên nhiên để giết chết sự giả tạo tiềm ẩn trong người và dẫn đến cuộc cách mạng tinh thần. Sẽ không còn bị đầu độc bởi sự “văn mình” nhân loại, anh ta chạy trốn, và bước đi một mình trên mảnh đất này để rồi lạc giữa hoang dã

“Two years he walks the Earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ‘cause “the West is the best.” And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the great white north. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.”
Alexander Supertramp, 5/1992

- INTO THE WILD (2007)

DeanCas Coda to 12.06: Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox. Special thanks to @dudewheresmypie​ for that line.

There’s a buzzing against his thigh, and Dean barely has to do acrobatics to fish the damn thing from his pocket.  One look at the Caller ID makes him light up from the inside out. “Uh, sorry, I gotta—”

Jody smirks at him as he all but trips out of his Tim Horton’s chair, cursing the Canadians and their weird obsession with this dumbass Dunkin’ Donuts wannabe. What’s wrong with swivel chairs and goddamn diner booths? Making a huge show of clearing his throat in an attempt to cover his beet red face, Dean nods awkwardly at his mom and Sammy before stumbling towards the door.

“Cas?” Even to his ears, he sounds breathless and excited, but he barely has time to be embarrassed because Cas is murmuring his hello Dean, and Dean is a total goner.

“Hey,” the hunter smiles. He makes his way across the parking lot and leans against his Baby’s side. “What’s up, Sunshine?”

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