under the carpet

Just a reminder:
Your feelings are your feelings, and any that exist are there for a reason. Try not to sweep your own thoughts under the carpet, for this leaves both your thoughts as well as the external circumstances un dealt with. Care about yourself enough to be able to acknowledge your feelings, regardless of what they may be.

just because it happened at school doesn’t mean it wasnt abuse, doesnt mean it wasnt trauma. teachers, students, administration…all of those can cause legitimate trauma.

it’s incredibly easy for people to get off the hook with abuse at school because the punishment system is he said/she said and the administrator’s word is final. its a system built to wipe records and take advantage of underprivileged students. school can be horribly traumatizing for some kids and their experiences should be validated, not continually swept under the carpet.

Picture something for me

Zack can’t think of a suitable word in English for what he wants to say, so out of habit he says it in Mandarin, and of course the others have no idea what he said. He expects them to complain, because his teachers did back when he tried to contribute in class, and starts to apologise

but instead of telling him off or staring at him blankly Billy has out his phone, looking up the meaning, and the other three are over his shoulder reading the translation and description of the word, and once they get it they’re like “Oh yeah totally, I feel that-” and carry on

Zack who takes note of all his friends tiny quirks and needs because he’s so used to looking out for those things being a young carer he does it without meaning to anymore, being totally taken off guard when he realises they’re doing the same for him and making these extra efforts because they love him and he’s not alone anymore. Friends do that, friends do that for the people they care for and he has someone else other than his mother now who does that for him: these four give a shit about him, they genuinely love him and want to know and work with this stuff

I feel like a lot of people focus on how having friends is a welcome, yet surreal change for Trini, but Zack’s the same and I think he gets brushed under the carpet a little

Sherlock S4 fuckiness and the post-its I keep to remind me of it

In no particular order, I present the list of things that are particulary infuriating to me about S4 that I’ve been keeping on post-its by my bedside table the last month in case I lose hope. They are, for me, enough proof for The Lost Special. Today being 8th of March it seems fitting to keep them in mind.

(Disclaimer: this is a compound of theories developed by hundreds of people over a long time and I cannot possibly credit everyone or explain them at this point, so I’ll just list them.)

  • The Importance Of Being Ernest, by Oscar Wilde being quoted in TFP
  • Mycroft-> Lady Bracknell, the baby in the handbag = gun in the handbag (Euros and Vivian Norbury). The baby gets thrown in the Thames?
  • Queen’s I Want To Break Free in TFP stoping at “I’ve fallen in…” (love)
  • Elephant Glass Shock Proof in Euros’s cell
  • The elephant in the Thai menu in Mycroft’s frige
  • Rosie’s elephant toy
  • The elephant in John’s living room
  • The endless horror film references in TFP (many of them being hyper meta, especially Shutter Island)
  • John/Culverton mirror
  • Una Stubbs’ voice in TFP “Softer, Sherlock” instead of Euros’
  • Russian and Turkish leaks with no reaction
  • Over reaction with the promo chess pictures being leaked
  • Promo pictures being very similar to Clue’s movie poster -> Clue’s different endings and the similar final paused shot in TFP
  • The bulding up to Moriarty not making any sense (especially if we take into account M Theory, because he IS alive)
  • TLD having the gun shown multiple times, a smoking gun that is definitely not a tranquiliser gun. The last shot fading with red, like in Bond movies
  • The enormous red carpet under John in the therapist that resembles the blood pool in the market
  • HLV/TLD paralels
  • Martin breaking the 4th wall in T6T noding to the camera while holding the glass of wine
  • SHERLOCK: Romantic entanglement, while fulfilling for other people … JOHN (interrupting): … would complete you as a human being. NO PAY OFF FOR THIS. This mirrors the greenhouse conversation in TAB
  • Why was Molly upset when Euros called in TFP?
  • John/Molly mirror (Molly wearing the same jumper she wore in TEH while taking John’s place, the framing of that hellish shot with John and the coffin cover “I love you”)
  • “John is clearly standing behind him in the trailer, so unless he’s talking to a mirror for some very bizarre reason, I should think not.” -Mark
  • Sumatra/Samarra pointing out to TEH which lead us to The Lost Special and MINDING THE FREAKING GAP->Moriarty
  • “It’s never twins”
  • The camera shown in the hotel in T6T
  • Season 4 DVD not having “complete” like the other DVD’s had
  • Mark’s picture with the 4 fingers raised in Twitter
  • “Has it just occurred to you you’ve been played for an ad campaign” hello Apple Tree Yard  
  • Moriarty at the end of S4 DVD “You didn’t think I would just disappear, did you?”
  • The whole promotion about S4 and the season itself being about hacking
  • Skull Hell
  • Sherlock saving the tea cup and the boy in the hotel in T6T dropping the tea
  • Tea code being confirmed
  • “Is this a new person? I’m against new people.”
  • “You’d be better off with clown outfits. At least they’d be satirically relevant.”
  • Cake=violent death John and Sherlock going to get cake
  • Lady Smallwood’s name
  • Vatican cameos ignored
  • “And boop, they are fine”
  • Sherlock breaks the 4th wall (like in Queen’s I Want To Break Free videoclip)
  • The Garridebs literally cliff-hanging
  • Chekhov’s gun on the promo picture and literally hanging on the wall in the Garridebs scene
  • “People always give up after three” 
  • Blue Power Ranger gay subtext
  • T6T being an old case about a gay couple -> Margaret Thatcher getting smashed, Sherlock not knowing who she is despite the fact that he knew in THoB
  • “Fresh paint to disguise another smell”
  • Mycroft watching his own romantic movie turning into an horror film
  • T6T starting with doctored footage
  • “That’s not what happened at all”
  • “Why does anyone do anything” Norbury/Moriarty
  • “Sherlock, the dragon slayer” (Mycroft, Moriarty and kinda Magnussen have all alluded to this and now Mary does)
  • Shark hell
  • Sherlock’s recurrent dream (?)
  • “Oh, good, I love an acronym. All the best secret societies have them.”
  • “It is what it is” either being followed by “says love” or being a quote by John Locke
  • "I don’t like loose ends. Not on my watch” says Mycroft/Mark, as he holds a pen and looks at the camera
  • #Ohwhatabeautifulmorning tying in with Oklahoma! and consequently with  Green Grow the Lilacs, a play with gay subtext all over that got misunderstood and very famous
  • Steven starting TLS rumors
  • TD-12 being memory corrupting
  • The freaking guy from the official Sherlock Youtube channel teasing TLS and saying “The greatest love story never told”
  • The girl on the plane being the same one from ASiB
  • The TAB-like transition when John faints in TFP
  • The S1 scripts being released for no reason
  • “Childhood trauma masked by an invented memory. Boring!” THoB (person=dog)  
  • Mary’s death not being realistic as pointed in HLV (thank you for reminding me, @antisocial-otaku)
  • The explosion in 221B not having the consequences in the building that   Mycroft foreshadowed and them being perfectly ok afterwards.
  • Where is Ben’s 26 pages scene?
  • What was Ben’s kissy gesture while saying “Very well. It’s going very well” in SDCC all about?
  • TFP as a whole. Too much to analyze there


  • “Love conquers all” 
  • “Groundbreaking”
  • “History making”
  • “Rug pull”
  • Derren Brown

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Harry Styles - “Confessions”

I completely left this open(and have already planned) for a part two. So… if you would like a part two let me know! Enjoy! And be ready to have your heart broken.

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Harry sat on the edge of his bed in Los Angeles, his head in his hands, as he tried to hold back the tears and will his breathing to stay even and calm. His phone lay beside him, the screen still lit up to show him his recent calls - the last of which had just turned his world upside down. 

He eventually sits up, letting out a large sigh as his large ringed hands push through his short floppy hair, pushing it back from his forehead. His green eyes look across the room where on top of the chest of drawers sat a picture of the person he cared about most in the world. He stared at your smiling face, his own smiling face next to you and that’s when the tears came. He was going to lose you, he knew that he was. 

Just then his phone began to ring beside him. He dreaded it was her, the person who had called a few minutes before him and broke the news but instead he saw your face appear on the screen and that, in that moment, may have been worse. He picks up the phone, staring down at your picture as the phone continues to ring. 

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t hear your voice, happy and still in love with him, when he now knew what he did. He couldn’t tell you over the phone. He had messed up, he knew that, and he had to say it to your face. After the phone finally stopped ringing he gave a sigh and pulled himself up and off the bed. 

He had things he needed to do in LA, meetings to attend, interviews to be done but he couldn’t. He needed to get to you and tell you as soon as he could so he called Jeff. He couldn’t say it though, he couldn’t tell him exactly the situation, just that he had to go home - and now. 

Once he landed in London the next day, his hands were shaking, his palms were sweaty and his breathing was shallow as he sat in the back of the car headed towards your house. He kept trying to play out and plan his words for this conversation. How would he go about it? Where could he possibly start? He had so many confessions to make and what he was most afraid of was the inevitable - losing you. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to handle that hurt, devastated, and heart-broken face that he was soon going to see before him. 

The idea brought tears to his eyes. He rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes, grinding away the tears harshly. He hated himself, his entire body was full of regret, remorse, and dread knowing that he could never take this back. 

“Hello?” Harry calls a few moments later as he enters your shared home. He knew you were home, it being your day off work and your car was parked out front but he heard nothing. “Love?” He calls out again. 

“Harry?” He finally hears from the kitchen. He couldn’t will himself to move towards your voice. He wanted to run back out the door to never have to face this situation, he wanted to pretend everything was okay. But it just wasn’t. And never would be again. “Harry!” You gasp once you see your tall, tattooed and handsome boyfriend standing in the entryway of the living room. 

“Hey.” He mutters, barely able to get his voice above a low gravel. He clears his throat and puts his bag down at his feet, sliding off his jacket. He was trying to delay this, anything to keep the truth from coming out. 

“What are you doing home? Why haven’t you answered my calls in two days?” You were full of questions but then in that moment you didn’t care. You had missed Harry so much and if he was home - that was all that mattered. So, you cross the room and burrow yourself into his chest. You wrap your arms tight around his torso, taking in that familiar scent of his cologne while his arms wrap around your shoulders. He buries his face in your hair, his eyes closing as the tears began to slide down his cheeks. This was surely the last moment he would hold you in his arms and he wanted it to last as long as possible. “What’s going on?” You question, looking up at him. You gasp when you take in his tears. “Harry, what is it?” Your mind was racing. What possibly could have happened to cause him to act like this? You reach up, brushing your thumbs under his eyes along the tracks his tears were making. 

“I messed up, love.” He finally says, his voice a quiet whisper as he stares down into your eyes. You frown, shaking your head a bit in confusion. 

“What do yo-” 

“I slept with someone.” The words were out before he could over think it. He watched the gears turn in your head as you processed this. As soon as he saw it click, you backed out of his arms, distancing yourself from him just as he knew that you would. “Please, love, i’ was while we were going through tha’ rough patch a few weeks ago. I was angry, you were angry, I didn’ know where we stood-” 

“So you fucked someone else and never told me?!” You interrupt as your blood began to boil. “You came back here acting like it was all okay?! As if nothing ever happened!” You also felt your heart break, a dull ache began in the center of your chest. Harry was the love of your life, the man you were going to spend forever with and yet .. he had hurt you in the way he always vowed he never would. 

“I jus’…” He scratches at the back of his neck, shaking his head a little as he gave a sigh. He looks at the floor, anywhere but at the hurt and angry face before him. He also noted the fact that your eyes, those gorgeous eyes of yours that he loved so much, had begun to well up with tears. “I don’ know how to make up for this bu’ tha’ isn’t all.” He knew he had to say it, he had to get everything out so just maybe, maybe, the two of you could start trying to work it out. 

“What else is there?” You cross your arms over your chest as the tears slide down your cheeks. What else could there be? Had he slept with her again? Was he leaving you for her? Your mind was racing and you weren’t sure you would be able to handle anymore of this. Harry was your life and even with him standing in front of you still you felt it might not be for too much longer and you already felt lost. 

“She called me yesterday mornin’,” He began, his eyes peaking at you through his lashes as he kept his head slightly down. 

“Okay?” You urged but felt that sense of dread begin to creep up in your head as you surely knew what was coming next. Why would you contact the man you slept with weeks before? There was really only two reasons - wanting to get together again or being pregnant. Your blood ran cold at the latter possibility. It couldn’t be that, it just couldn’t. 

“She’s… she’s pregnan’.” The words pained him to say out loud. He hadn’t spoken it since he heard her mumble it through her sobs on the other end of the phone the morning before. He saw your face crumble then. Your eyebrows furrowed together, your eyes swimming with tears, and he saw your breath hitch in your throat. 

“You got another girl pregnant.” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t accusatory, it was just a statement as you took to trying to process this. Harry was going to be a father, and it wasn’t with you. This just couldn’t possibly be happening. 

“I don’ know what I’m goin’ to do, bu’ what I wan’ first is to try and make things work with you. Please, love…” He trailed off when you shook your head vigorously, the tears now falling freely down your cheeks. 

“You expect me to just forgive you for this?” You give another shake of your head. “Would you forgive me if I got pregnant by another man? If I cheated on you and got knocked up? Would you be willing to move past that?” Harry bit at his lower lip and stared at the carpet under your feet. He knew you were right, he would probably never be able to move past it if you had someone else’s child. 

“You won’ even try? For us? We’ve been together for-”

“I don’t need you to remind me how long we’ve been together, Harry! I don’t need you telling me about the life we’ve started here together because I remember, I know!” You felt your anger begin to flare up. “It was you that seems to have forgotten the life we have together while you were busy fucking someone else!” He cringes at your choice of wording as well as your now raised voice but he knew he deserved it all. You were of course right, after all. 

“Please,” He takes a step towards you, holding his large hands out towards you, his cheeks wet with his still falling tears. He felt a sob building in his chest as he felt this was it, knowing you would most likely never forgive him. “I made a mistake, I will pay for tha’ for the rest of my life but I need you.” His voice dropped off to a whisper. “Don’ give up on me.” It was then that the sob finally fell from his lips and he felt his knees give out. 

“Harry,” You whisper as you watch the man you loved fall to his knees right there in front of you, his face pressing into his hands as large gasping sobs fell from his mouth. You feel a sob of your own and you take a step closer to Harry. You fall to your knees in front of him and bring a hand up to brush through his brown hair. He lifts his head up, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes meet yours. “I don’t think I can ever forgive you.” You watch his face crumble even more as he takes in your words. 

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers and the sobs resume. He then falls into your chest, his cheek burrowing into your t-shirt and his arms wrap tightly around your waist. You support his weight, your arms going around his shoulders, your fingers brushing at the hair on the back of his neck. “I’ll never forgive myself either.” He whispers through his sobs. 

You sat and held Harry, both of you crying and clinging to one another, knowing that this was it, for a good while until finally you pried him off of you and both of you stood up. 

“I think it’s best if you left.” You whisper as the two of you stood awkwardly facing each other. Harry gives a small nod, closing his eyes for a second. His eyes burned, the tears drying his eyes out but he knew he would probably spend the entire night crying. 

“Can I do somethin’, one las’ time?” You frown at him but he then takes a step closer to you and as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek you understood what he wanted. You don’t move as his face dips towards yours. You try not to return the pressure his lips press into yours but you couldn’t help it. As if by reflex you were kissing him back and bowing your body against his as your arms wrap around each other. It was as the kiss intensified and his tongue slid against yours that the reason this was to be your last kiss together reared back into your mind and you pulled away from him, breaking all contact together. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this, Harry.” You mutter, seeing that hurt and aching look in his green eyes as his chest heaved. He had hoped there for a second as he held you close again, your lips melded together perfectly like they always had, that just maybe you could forgive him. “I can’t be with you, I’m just going to picture you with her every time and I just can’t.” 

“I understand.” He gives a nod, hanging his head a bit. He pushes his fingers through his hair and looks back up at you. “I’m so sorry that I hur’ you.” He stares at you for a few seconds before backing towards the door. “I’ll always be jus’ a phone call away. I love you, with every piece of my soul.” You ignore the fresh tears sliding down your cheeks and simply give a nod. You look away from his heartbroken face and look anywhere but at him as he reaches for his bags and then a minute later was gone from the house. 

You fall to your knees right there where you stood and begin to cry into your hands, feeling like a piece of your heart had just walked out that door with Harry. 

Harry meanwhile had gone into the garage and got into his Range Rover but as soon as he was behind the wheel he rested his forehead against the steering while and let the sobs return. They were loud, chest heaving, sobs. Not only had he just lost the love of his life but he also now had to decide what he was going to do about his child on the way. 

Swimming in a portable hole

backstory: so our group has helped out a cult get a special weapon that was stolen from them, after getting the weapon they begin to use it to open a portal to the wyrd ( a special dimension created by a litch to embody all of his creations that would never die) the portal opens under a lake and water starts spilling out into the room quickly, the BB slows time to enjoy our final deaths. Me, a Goliath Barbarian, Anton a Human Sorcerer and Viosa a Dragonborn Cleric try to figure out what to do.

DM (as BB): You know I like to savour these little moments, they always… (BB puts his hand to his ear) wait what? ok wait right there. (to us) well this was fun, I’m Sad I don’t get to see you die…Bye!

Anton (ooc): wait my carpet is like an infinite portable hole right?

Dm: ya

Anton (ooc): I open the carpet and tell everyone to get under it so we are not crushed by the pressure 

Dm: you all cram under this 10 foot carpet and you wait to be bowled over by the water, and just like a waterfall, water quickly fills the room.

Me: wait Anton I can’t swim!

Anton: why didn’t you bring this up earlier

Me: we never had to go swimming so I thought it was never really important

Dm: Wow that is just perfect ok make a Wisdom save

Me (ooc): *rolls an 8* 9

Dm: you start to drown as the thought of having to even be this close to water has you start panicking

Me: (screaming) Anton you’re a sorcerer why don’t you have anything to get this out of here

the party is crying with laughter since this is something they have never seen, this tough massive goliath shreeking in terror as water starts to fill up

Anton (ooc): I cast levitate on the Barbarian

Dm: ok (to me) you start to float up into this lake faster than everyone else

Me: No Anton don’t leave me! (starts to try to swim down)

Viosa (ooc): *face palms* Can I cast sleep on him?

Dm: (surprised) sure uh..make an attack role

Viosa: *rolls a natural 20*

Dm: ok (to me) just as you think you are about to die your whole world goes dark, (to everyone) the water in the lake slowly starts to drain out I want you all to make strength saves except the barbarian cause he is asleep.

*all of the group fails*

Dm: Wow…you are all sucked into the hole and fall for a while before you realize you are not actually falling, but rather floating in space.

Me: *wakes up* (still screaming) where are we!? did we die?

Anton (ooc): can we swim? like move around?

Dm: sure ya you realize you can move a little

Anton: ok everyone I think I see the hole

Me: Again…I can’t swim!

(everyone again loses their shit and the sorcerer spends a good 20 min teaching me how to swim, we make it out of the hole to find we are in a lake bed with all of the water drained)

a fragment | (m)

• pairing: kim seokjin x reader, warlock! seokjin
• genre/warnings: supernatural, smut, some type of fluff, angst
• words: 22,361
→ summary: Who’s the mysterious guy that’s just appeared in your life and plagued your dreams? He’s been showing up ever since your “friends” convinced you to do a ouija board in the old, creepy house that looks over your town. Your brain tells you to be afraid of him, but your heart tells you something different… Why aren’t you scared of him? You’re intrigued by the handsome stranger, and you want to get to know him better…even if it proves fatal…or eternal

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gbs19  asked:

HEY! CONGRATS ON GRADUATING COLLEGE! <3 Here's a question: looking back, do you have any advice to give your freshman self knowing things you know now?

ahhhhh thank you so so much! and DO I. i have so many things i wish i knew. 

so you’re about to enter the next chapter in your life. it’s a scary thing, and very intimidating, but here are some tips that can help you. these are some things i would tell myself if i could go back in time: 

  • be comfortable being uncomfortable!
    • you’re going to feel awkward, but that is okay
    • embrace every encounter you have with people 
  • don’t dive into a relationship so fast
    • focus on your studies first
    • don’t let boys/girls distract you from learning 
    • you’re going to want a connection and just the smallest sparks can convince you that you need a person - that’s not true
    • find yourself first
  • dedicate some time each day to studying 
    • study then party
    • breaking up your studying is SO much better than cramming the days before an exam
    • relieves so much exam stress
  • start strong!! 
    • don’t procrastinate from the very start 
    • start off productive and it’d be easier to keep going 
  • don’t turn down every offer to go out with friends/roommate/etc.
    • sometimes, bonding is just what you need 
    • connect with people, don’t hole yourself up in your room forever 
  • just because you were smart in high school doesn’t mean you don’t need to study in college
    • THIS IS A LIE.
    • study your ass off.
    • i’m not joking.
  • join organizations and get involved
    • even if it’s just one 
    • take time to expand your horizons
    • you also can meet new people
  • your friend circle is going to dwindle, but you end up with the people you talk to for the rest of your life 
    • it’s okay if you feel like your friends from high school are growing distant 
    • make new, valuable friends in college
  • choose your friends wisely and minimize negativity in your life
    • surround yourself with people who want to be successful 
    • if you feel any negative energy, leave it/them be and move on 
  • call your parents or someone close at least once a week 
    • it’s a nice thing to talk to someone familiar
    • comforting for those stressful times 
  • get to know your professors!
    • introduce yourself the first couple weeks of classes
    • ask them questions if you don’t get the material 
  • GO. TO. CLASS. 
    • i don’t care if you have to get up at 7am just to go to a class with a professor you hate 
    • go to class and be present
    • just being there lets the professor recognize you and recognize your effort 
  • sit in the front of the class
    • honestly, this is so calming 
    • you have no one in front of you
    • you can slouch, spread out your legs, etc. 
    • the teacher notices you first
    • you don’t have to answer a lot of questions (basically, the prof will call on people in the back rows) 
    • minimized distractions
    • forces you to not check your phone during class 
  • start homework and projects early
    • deadlines sneak up on you 
    • there will be dead weeks and then BAM. EVERYTHING’S DUE INCLUDING YOUR SOUL. 
  • keep a planner 
    • write down every test date/project deadline/paper deadline/etc. 
    • fill it out the first week of school 
    • know everything ahead of time so you’re not blindsided
  • manage your time wisely 
    • don’t spend too much time on things that aren’t productive 
    • try to keep track of your day and how you’ve spent it
  • you’re going to make mistakes, and that is okay
    • you’re going to have some bad grades 
    • just work out what you missed and move on
    • keep working hard
  • keep track of your spending
    • don’t go overboard with meals
    • but remember to eat, too
    • eating healthy in college is super difficult, but there are a lot of ways to do so
  • make good decisions
    • go with your gut feeling 
    • if something feels weird or off, avoid it 
    • don’t drink more than you can handle
    • have a designated driver if you go out, or uber home 
  • conflict resolution saves roommate situations 
    • learn how to compromise
    • don’t make relationships with your roommate(s) sour 
    • talk about problems you guys are having, don’t sweep them under the carpet 
  • don’t ever walk alone at night 
    • find friends that will walk with you 
    • find study buddies that will stay with you during the late nights in the library 
    • have your phone in your hand or your keys if you are walking alone
    • let someone know when you leave a place and when you get home
  • make the most of it
    • take road trips with friends 
    • go to football or other sports games and scream for your school
    • settle into the library and just read for fun sometimes 
    • discover cool places on campus 
    • put up fairy lights in your room 
    • fill in a leadership role

whew!! i guess i should’ve made this a reference post, huh? i can always convert it to one in the future after making a banner for it. anyways, here you go! hope this helps<3 


Freshly shed boy doin a lil ‘splorin in the renovated room ft my hand for a size comparison(though I do have small hands). He’s getting so big and I love him to death

12x23: Some Destiel foreshadowing for S13...

I’m crying with laughter, but I’ll just compose myself and share this with you.

I’m rewatching 12x23 (because @margarittet sucked me in with her wily ways) and dudes, within the span of a few minutes - and within the same sequence of scenes - Dean refers to two things that I feel are heavy with innuendo. And, possibly, hopefully, with foreshadowing for what to expect for Dean and Cas’ Love Story Arc in S13. 

The first of these two references I’ve been aware of since the first time I watched the episode because it stands out like a sore thumb, but the second I only just discovered, and it’s what has me laughing with glee. 

(I swear the writers must be taking the piss at this point)

1. Narnia

Originally posted by xabbisx

The first association that springs to Dean’s mind when Cas tells the brothers they’re dealing with a tear in space and time, a doorway to another world, is to say “What, like Narnia?”

Now, Narnia is a fairy tale kingdom that does exist outside of our space and time, so it’s a shrug-let’s-move-on assumption that this could be an accurate parallel. Cas, of course, informs him that this isn’t what it is: it’s like our world, just different.


So, to clarify: Dean’s mind immediately parallels Cas’ description of “a doorway to another world” with crawling into a closet of fun and magic and adventure that’s filled with Biblical symbolism - such as Jesus in the form of a mighty Lion that sacrifices himself and then rises again in the light of dawn. 

A closet, one should add (and put thick lines under for emphasis) out of which you return changed, bettered, but still the same.

Dean’s mind goes there

While Cas immediately debunks this parallel and states that no, this world they’re about to enter is just like Earth, but different.

Do you see where I’m going with this, guys?

If not, let’s see what reference Dean makes once they’re through the door and looking at this Earth that is like our own - just different.

2. A Whole New World

Originally posted by all-things-disney-gifs

Well. Disney, Disney, Disney. Stuffed full of the most romantically trope-y romantic arcs of all the romantic arcs that ever did arc. @tinkdw knows and has written extensively on the subject. @margarittet knows, too, we’ve been talking Dean’s Disney Library for a few days now.

And here we have yet another reference to a Disney movie. And not just a movie, but - true to style for our beloved Dean - a reference to an actual song. (I googled A Whole New World just to be absolutely sure this isn’t a reference to some obscure classic rock ballad or something) (it is not)

I will now attempt to write down these beautiful lyrics with a straight face:

I can show you the world/ Shining, shimmering splendid /Tell me, princess, now when did/ You last let your heart decide!

I can open your eyesTake you wonder by wonder/ Over sideways and under/ On a magic carpet ride

A whole new world/ A new fantastic point of view/ No one to tell us no/ Or where to go/ Or say we’re only dreaming — [Free Will rules]

A whole new world/ A dazzling place I never knew/ But when I’m way up here/ It’s crystal clear/ That now I’m in a whole new world with you

Unbelievable sights/ Indescribable feeling/ Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling/ Through an endless diamond sky

A whole new world/ (Don’t you dare close your eyes)/ A hundred thousand things to see/ (Hold your breath it gets better)

I’m like a shooting star/ I’ve come so farI can’t go back to where I used to be

A whole new world/ (Every turn a surprise)/ With new horizons to pursue/ (Every moment, red-letter)

I’ll chase them anywhere/ There’s time to spare/ Let me share this whole new world with you

A whole new world/ (A whole new world)/ That’s where we’ll be/ (That’s where we’ll be)/ A thrilling chaseA wondrous place

For you and me

This is a beautiful, beautiful love song.

And it’s also rife with innuendo when it comes to a radical change in lifestyle. (yes I have a dirty mind) (I will not apologise) (ok maybe I will) (someday) (just quietly giggling) (never mind me)

And though Dean’s line of dialogue is “A whole new world, Sam”, he’s quoting Cas here, as Cas began this sequence of scenes by stating that the tear is a “doorway to another world”, which directly links Dean’s reference to Cas.

*slow motion eyebrow raise*

The core of any good Love Story is the Lovers facilitating a healthy internal growth for the other. By questioning each other and challenging each other and guiding each other. By highlighting what the other person needs to let go of in order to move on from old beliefs about themselves and the world at large and become a whole person. Once they’ve grown into a whole person, they get their reward: which is true love, shared with the person who facilitated their growth.

Originally posted by oldhollywoodcinema

Usually the Lovers are therefore, by necessity, Opposites in many superficial things, while sharing core character traits that clarify why they’re perfect for one another. These shared traits are what make us root for them to get together. Clearly it’s meant to be, if they could only let go of all that baggage already!

We are watching the love story between a man afraid of flying falling in love with a man who has wings on his back. Wings. On his back

I sincerely cannot think of a more poignant or visually compelling use of the Opposites trope.

My point is this:

In Dean’s Narnia reference there’s an acknowledgment of there being a closet, and the closet is a safe space, filled with the promise of adventure and growth, but just because one was to indulge doesn’t have to mean one has to change, right? Time stands still in the closet, you come out with more experience, but still the same. Right?

Wrong as fuck, so says Cas.

And why is it Cas who says this?

Originally posted by imorethaneye

Because Cas started Dean’s character growth towards self-acceptance and true self-worth, which will result in endgame and a long and happy life for Dean. (no going out in a blaze of glory Dean) (let that go now)

Cas is the reason Dean wants to go through the growth, because Dean is so in love with Cas that he can’t imagine life without him, and he wants a shared life with him. Dean is now so deep into his internal growth that what he truly wants is to reach the endgame of his shared love story arc with Cas. The obstacle in the way of this, at the moment of this Narnia/Aladdin exchange, before Cas’ angel death, is Dean’s fear of rejection. He is scared of getting hurt, of Cas getting hurt, of getting Cas hurt, of all the things that actually take place throughout 12x23.

And so Cas is there, yet again, to call him out on his bullcrap.

Because, no, Dean, this whole new world you’re about to enter in S13 is nothing like the closet in Narnia. You won’t crawl into it and have your fun and crawl back out again, still the same as when you went in. (pfffffff)

The whole new world you’re about to enter in S13 is like the Earth you’ve always known, but different. 

And, my darling Dean, that’s ok. Because Cas will be right there with you. Every step of the way. 

(yes this will most likely be a bit of a bizarro world to Sam) (though I’m sure he will not be the least bit surprised)

*crossing fingers*

He’s Mine

A/n: Ive seen a lot of people requesting FP Jones.. so here goes.

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Summary: Older sister of Cheryl Blossom is caught is caught with her much older boyfriend.

Excitement was something I lived for. I loved the rush of adrenaline I got whenever I was with him. I don’t know if it was because I knew what I was doing was wrong,in some peoples eyes. But that didn’t make us stop. He liked it just as much as I did.

I first met FP at the Whyte Worm, when a couple of friends decided to sneak in and try and get served some drinks before going to party. I noticed him staring at me from across the room and the rest is history.

Thornhill was somewhere I always felt trapped. My parents never really appreciated me as a child, it was always about the twins and their accomplishments, so when Jason was killed, I was brushed further under the carpet, while everyone catered to his mourning twin. The only person that was there for me was FP. He comforted me in ways no-one else could.

It was like any other time that FP and I were hanging out. I’d received a text message from him asking me to come over. I tuck my red hair into a high pony tail before changing into more comfortable clothes.I step down the stairs and head towards the ‘grande’ exit, when the familiar clicking of heals stops me in my footsteps.

“and where are we off to, big sister?” I turn and see Cheryl standing there hand on her hip.

“And here I am being dictated to by my baby sister” I retort back a sly smirk n my face.

“Well I’m not dictating I’m just curious as to where, or should I say who you keep running off to in the middle of the night?” She questions turning her head to the side with a smug look on her face.

“So what if I go out at night I;m 19 I can do what I like, besides I don’t meddle in your love life so you should stay out of mine” and with a final nod, I left the house.

I walk the cold streets of the night until I reach the trailer that truly felt like home. I knock on the door three times before FP answered with wet hair and a smug look adorned on his face. “Jeez, you that eager to see me?” he smirks opening the door wide for me to step under his arm.

“Not particularly, it’s just a bit cold” I teased. Snaking my arms around his torso. He wraps an arm around me as the other closes the door. He leans down and briefly presses his lips against mine.

“Can I get you a drink?” he sighs pulling away his mouth turning up into a smile. “I’ll have a coffee if you wouldn’t mind” I smile back leaning to press my lips to his once more.

He lets go of me and retreats to the kitchen area where I hear the kettle boiling. I take a seat on the couch and notice the football match playing on the tv. FP returns carrying two mugs and takes his place beside me on the couch. I take of the mugs out of his hand and take a sip before placing it down on the coffee table. I snuggle into his side and settle my eyes on his face. Although he was much older he still had a handsome face. the greying facial hair only made him seem more attractive. He slowly started playing with the ponytail atop of my head, his fingers messing around with the band before releasing my hair of its tight capture.

His fingers tangle in my red hair relaxing me and coaxing me closer towards him. FP leans down to me and places his lips upon mine, I kiss back sitting up to get closer to his body. His hands found their way to my hips where he gripped at hem harshly, tugging me to straddle his lap. I weave my fingers through his hair as they gently settle on the back of his neck. I pull on the hair at the bottom of his neck and press my lips harder against his gaining a small groan to leave his mouth.

FP bunches my shirt up at my hips lifting it so his hands caressed the soft skin. We hadn’t heard the door to the trailer opened due to being consumed in each other but I wish we had.

“Jughe-” We pull apart frantically to see Betty Cooper standing there wide eyed and frozen still, in her place. I push myself off FP’s lap readjusting my shirt and taking a step towards her. FP soon joins me an arm coming around my waist.

“Betty, It’s not what it looks like” I breathe out quickly becoming short of breath. She shakes her head and continues to look around the room in confusion.

“Betty, you need to promise us you won’t tell Jughead” FP asks the girl calmly trying not to shock her even more I presume.

“How can I not tell him, I just caught his father having an affair with one of our friends older siblings, how do you expect me to keep something like that from him?” she turns for the door and practically runs from the trailer park, probably to tell her boyfriend what she saw.

(The Next Day)

I return home to Thornhill after FP and I had a very heated discussion about what we were going to tell Jughead about our relationship that had been going on for many months but he never came. I ended up falling asleep on the couch and waking up the next afternoon.

I was beginning to think that Betty had held her tongue and thought it best to not tell him but that all came crashing down the second I walked through the doors of my house.

I was greeted by a slap across the face from mummy dearest as I stood over the thresh hold. All three, mother, Father and Cheryl stand there with disgusted looks on their faces.

“ow what the hell” I announce bringing my hands up to my cheek.

“Don’t you dare use that language in this house, young lady. Not after you’ve disgraced your family name, or is that something that he taught you to do too?” Clifford seethed through his lips.

“What are you talking about?” I ask wildly becoming infuriated with being held hostage.

“We’re talking about my darling big sister sleeping with a Southside Serpent.” Cheryl butts in.

“One old enough to be your father, may I add” Mum says shaking her head.

“It’s not like that, I’m not just sleeping with him, we lov-”

“Don’t you dare say you love FP Jones, That man is a criminal, he could have been the one to kill Jason for all we know”

“But he didn’t! He wouldn’t do that to us, to me!” I raise my voice testing my family.

“You won’t be seeing him again Y/N Blossom, I swear that on your brothers grave” mother says with a serious look on her face, the look that makes her look sort of insane.

“How can you say that? What if I leave? what happens then?” I challenge.

“Then you will never set foot in this house again.” my father sates looking me dead in the eye.

“You didn’t get to hear the rumours running around the school about you today, people are saying you’re pregnant with his child, calling you a Southside Slut, how is that supposed to make me feel, Y/n”  I look into Cheryl’s eyes and see nothing but sadness. I can only imagine the conversation FP is holding with his son right now.

“So you’re saying that If I walk out that door right now, I can never come back?” I lower my head afraid to meet my parents eyes.

“You will not be welcomed back with opened arms when he leaves you” my mom says spitefully.

“Okay then, see you around.” I say and walk out the door.

hwasa talking about being proud of her thighs is so important, young people in korea who don’t have ‘perfect’ figures are going to see that and know that it’s okay to look different from the accepted ideals of beauty. she doesn’t just brush it under the carpet, she doesn’t say ‘well i’m proud of my body despite not being super slim’, she brings it up whenever she can. she revels in it. 

anonymous asked:

your writing is amazing!! could you write Baltimore/post baltimore andreil in the daemon au pretty pls with extra chocolate on top?

There’s faith, and there’s knowing that Andrew won’t leave without seeing Nathaniel first.

The real question will be whether Andrew pauses long enough for Nathaniel to apologise before taking his head off. It might end up being for the best – Nathaniel doesn’t know what to say to him anyway.

Browning’s SUV pulls up in front of a Fed-infested motel and they bundle Nathaniel out. Jacinth is curled over his shoulders, partially obscured with an oversized jacket and the folds at the back of his hood. The wounds on her haunches are healing faster than any of his, but she’s not moving any more athletically than he is right now.

“Twenty minutes,” Browning reminds them as he and his badger daemon lead them up the stairs to the second floor. When he knocks on one of the doors, it opens a crack to show a suited guard with a scowl on his face and a big Alsatian daemon. He looks at Nathaniel before turning to Browning.

“I don’t like it,” he says.

“Noted. Watch him for a moment,” Browning replies, and steps by him with a brisk clap. “Listen up, people. You’ve got twenty minutes. Let’s keep this orderly and have only one person up at a time.”

The guard on the door lets Nathaniel straight through – into a wave of protests from the Foxes all objecting as one to Browning’s proposal.

“Twenty minutes? You’re kidding me,” Dan snaps, before she sees Nathaniel in the doorway, hood pulled up around his face. The shift in her expression isn’t anger – it’s relief, pure and laced with fear. “Neil, oh my god. Are you alright?”

Nathaniel hasn’t got the words to reply. It’s the sight of them that does him in, bruised and exhausted but still here when he thought he would never see them again. And as much as seeing them is a relief like every soft thing in the world, he knows that this is a goodbye. He can’t see himself leaving out that door without breaking into pieces.

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Mermay Prompt.

Thanks @chrissihr. So here’s the start of something that I will probably never finish but whatever! I give my gifts of half-completed fic to the universe in hopes something good comes out of it.

Darcy is secretly a mermaid and Steve finds out when he heads down to the pool (saltwater, oc) early and catches Darcy stretching her fins when she thinks she’s alone 😉And Steve, the artist, is so enchanted with his pretty crush’s scales, he’s not sure whether he wants to draw her or touch her

Everything hurt. Right down to the web of skin between his toes. He ached, and about thirty minutes prior he’d been covered in the slimy-remains of decomposing exoskeleton… that had belonged to a guy named Everest Hampdon.

Mr. Hampdon was no more, along with his mutated exoskeleton that he’d used to rip through half of Harlem. Steve Rogers wasn’t ashamed to admit that the thrill of battle certainly got his blood going from time to time, and this was one time that he was more than happy to put the bad guy six feet under.

If only the fight hadn’t lasted a good three four hours, and hadn’t made his whole body feel like absolute, aching shit.

The only thing keeping him upright after his scrub down in the showers, was the promise of Tony’s newly installed, heated, salt-water pool on the fiftieth floor. With a view of the city that inspired the artist in him, and enough warmed water to soak himself up to his eyeballs in.

With his sketchpad tucked under his arm, and one of the extra-large bath-sheets slung over his shoulder, he padded through the darkened halls of Stark Tower, delighting in the feel of carpet under his bare feet.

The tower was a monument of luxury, and while he rarely felt like he deserved to even set foot in it, he knew he’d done a damn fine job that day and saved more than a few thousand lives. For once, Steve felt like he belonged among such finery that he’d never have been able to dream of back in the 40′s.

Almost in the mood to whistle, he leaned against the side of the elevator, the piped in classical music squashing his urge to make a noise.

The doors opened with a soft chime, and he heard FRIDAY’s muted farewell, wishing him a good evening.

Evening, he thought with a snort. It was half past two in the morning. Still, he raised a hand in a casual wave, knowing that FRIDAY would see it, no matter which direction he flapped his fingers.

He picked up his pace as the hot scent of salt water hit his nose, tingling in the back of his throat, and the pure need to be alone washed over him.

Steve nearly groaned as he wasn’t half-way down the hall and his hearing picked up the sound of someone splashing in the pool. Instantly his good mood evaporated, and he had half a mind to head back down to his apartment and just drown himself in his bath-tub instead.

An enormous splash made him pause in his almost-retreat, however, and he frowned. There was a sound like flailing… and a gasp of air. His pulse thudded in his ears as he raced down the hall, convinced that whomever was swimming had actually gotten themselves into trouble.

What he saw as he entered onto the sweltering pool deck had his feet skidding over the slick tile.

Ohfuck,” Darcy said, lifting a hand to her mouth, staring at him just like he was staring at her.

Staring at her not because he’d been clinging to a torch over her for the past, say, twelve months hahaniceonerogerstrythreeyears, no… no he was staring at her not because her top half was barely covered in a white crop top that melted over her skin… no.

No he was staring at her because her bottom half flitted in the warm, salt-water, the colours of her fins glittering just under the surface. Purples. Purples, and hints of red, and even a dash of black-green when she rolled over and sank down, up to her nose. Her hair floated along the water, dark tendrils, and her blue eyes narrowed balefully at him.

Oh fuck, indeed.

“What…?” he asked/stated, and gulped in a lungful of the sweet, salt-air around them. His brain pinwheeled for a moment and then he blurted out- “Issthatacosplay?” without a pause between words.

Cosplay. It had to be a costume. She and Jane were always getting all glittered up and heading out to comic cons or whatever the kids these days were doing that wasn’t Stark science fairs.

He knew the word cosplay. He didn’t think it was, because he could swear that the mermaid half of her (it… it was a mermaid, right? He was allowed to call her that. Right? He wasn’t… accidentally oppressing her with that terminology? He was still struggling to catch up on third wave feminism.) was firmly attached to the human top of half of her.

Darcy’s eyebrows rose up in surprise and she let out a snort of laughter as she rose up out of the water. Her arms crossed over her breasts self-consciously, although he wanted to assure her that his eyes were firmly stuck on the fact she had fish parts and not so much on the rosy-soft pink of her nipples showing through the transparent fabric.

Although… he’d noticed the fabric. And the nipples.

Fuck. What was even…

“Alright, you caught me, I’m a monster, just like… can you give me a twenty-four hour head start before you come after me with the rest of your band of merry mermaid-murdering super friends?” Darcy’s words may have been sharp, but there was a hint of very real, very misplaced fear in her voice. That’s when he noticed her fingers trembling as they gripped her upper arms, and her eyes were wet… not from the water.

“Head-start?” he asked, dumbfounded. “Darcy…”

She tossed her head, some of her hair following the movement, the rest sticking to her shoulders.

“I’m a siren, we’re not the greatest fish in the sea. We lure people out to their deaths and-”

“Hold up,” he said, lifting his hand to stall the flow of information. “Too much… back up for a moment. Can we just.. take a breath?”

She stared at him in disbelief, the delicate, translucent tips of her fins shivering just under the water and making it ripple.

“I’m going to change back,” she said cautiously, looking as if she might bolt, but there was no way she’d out-run him on land if she tried and as powerful as her tail looked, there wasn’t any way for her to swim out of her current predicament. “Could you… look away?” Her face tilted down and to the side, her arms hugging herself even tighter.

“No, I don’t think so,” he answered her. He didn’t trust her to bolt if he did look away, or… or do something stupid. She was looking at the tall, glass windows that walled the pool in with something that was too close to longing for his comfort. “Hey…” he took a step towards the edge of the pool, and when she didn’t move, he took another. “I’m just gonna…”

He slipped down, kneeling at the edge of the water, and then slid his feet into it, sitting on the side.

She sank down low, down to her chin, her tail curling under her, and behind, like she was trying to hide from him.

“Darcy, it’s okay,” he said gently, “whatever’s got you scared, whatever you’re thinking? I can guarantee it’s not gonna happen.”

“But we kill people, Steve,” she said, her voice rough, and now the wet of her eyes was slipping down over her cheeks. Christ, this was a mess.

“When was the last time you killed anyone,?” he asked, more boldly than he felt, because he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer. Her lips parted, then pressed tight together. She lifted her eyes properly to meet his.

“Never,” she answered.

“Then what’s this we you keep talking about. Seems more like a them from where I’m sitting,” he murmured softly. She glanced away and then straigthened her shoulders with a huff.

“You’re not freaked out?” she asked. He let out an amused noise and then quelled it when she glared at him.

“I might owe Fury another ten bucks…” he said with a shrug, and then glanced down at where her tail flashed and glittered under the water. His fingers itched to draw it, and he was reminded he’d dropped his sketchpad and towel back in the hallway.

“So, uh…” he gestured at her tail as he fumbled for the right words for it.

“You seen the Little Mermaid?” she asked. He felt his cheeks go pink. She smirked. “Okay you have. Well it’s nothing like that. Okay? I’m not a princess, and my daddy isn’t a king with a big gold pitchfork. I’m just… yeah… my people, my family, aren’t the greatest, so I thought I’d take my chances with the land-walkers for a bit.”

“How’s that working out for you?” he asked, a million other questions crowding his mind. She sighed, looking away for a moment, then back at him.

“Well… I guess that kinda depends on you now, doesn’t it Rogers?”

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Summary: After Betty confronts her dad about Polly’s and Jason’s engagement as well as learning about the Coopers - Blossoms feud, there’s only one person that can take her mind off things. (Takes place after Betty’s and Hal’s fight and before Bughead’s scene at the Blue & Gold.)

(Taking a small break from your prompt requests to write something that stuck in my head and I had to get it out lol. I was listening to Let It All Go by Birdy feat. Rhodes and I had way too many feels so yeah… Hope you like it guys!!)

The Hitchcock blonde was once again locked in her floral pastel room that nowadays didn’t seem to match the air of depression that spread around the whole town and, most specifically, this very house. Soft music was playing in the background, the girl wanting to silence down the million thoughts that were running inside her head and suppress her still boiling anger and deep disappointment at both her parents. Usually, her mother would always win first place in the list of people Betty felt smothered by but after that evening, her dad was ranking a close second. She was at least thankful that he had the good sense to let her be, keeping himself busy in the house office downstairs for hours.

Dear Diary,

I don’t even know who my parents are anymore. How can the two people that are supposed to be everyone’s most valuable confidants in life, hide behind so many lies and weave webs of conspiracy and mystery around innocent teenage kids? How can I not know what is going on in my own house, with my own sister? They keep pushing me to drop the subject, stop snooping around and bury it all under the carpet like they did and for what? An idiotic vendetta that probably costed the life of two kids that did nothing wrong but fell in love. Why do we have to break so hard? Why does my life get to be filled with such uncertainty and fear of what the future will reveal next? I dread even to think about the obvious, I try so hard to hold my mind back, for it to not go there but it is already there and I feel scared. Sometimes I wish I was just another person, the identity of Elizabeth Cooper to not weight so much on my shoulders…”

The characteristic sound of pen against paper stopped and the red ink covered peak hovered over the rest of the empty line, Betty taking a moment to breath and slow down the gradually quicker raise and fall of her chest. One of her usual panic attacks was the last thing she needed right now, she thought and closed her eyes, dropping her head back against the wall, clutching the teal cover of her diary inside her icy cold fingers. She didn’t know how many hours had spent there, sitting on the wooden bench of her window and pouring into paper the anger and extreme sense of unfairness she felt after the fight she had hours ago with her father. But the worst of all, she felt hopeless, too small in a secret too big for her to handle, something that made her eyes whale up with tears again. She brought a palm to softly swipe the corner of her right eye in hopes of stopping the waterfalls but she failed, letting them finally be and watching as they soaked the paper in small shy droplets.

The chime of her phone had her eyes lazily turning to the side to face the machine, not in the mood of interacting with people right now. The message that brightened the screen surprised her though.

Don’t cry. Please.

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“Maybe if you stopped looking up stuff online you wouldn’t be like this?”

Or maybe looking up stuff online was the only way I could find out what the hell was wrong with me and how to get help for that because nobody here wanted to address that I was struggling and therefore I thought I was a failed human who should just die because I couldn’t cope, rather than a person with an illness that needed support? Maybe looking online was what led me to understand how to cope with my symptoms and find a community who actually wanted to support me instead of make me ‘normal’ aka brushing it all under the carpet and pretend like the mental breakdown wasn’t happening? Maybe looking stuff up online isn’t young people trying to be ‘quirky’ but young people actually taking the initiative in figuring out how to help themselves because nobody else around them is giving them the time of day? Maybe?

anonymous asked:

Why is Columbine so overrated? Virginia Tech surpassed it in kills, many kids who shot up schools were troubled teens and Eric and Dylan weren't the first duo to shoot up a school.

I think you’re focusing on the wrong thing here. It’s not about the kills. It never was about the kills.  Columbine was the first of it’s kind. It was the event like no other. Two boys, from good homes and a “top” school, working together secretly planning for months to blow up their school and kill a mass quantity of students. They caught the school administration and the authorities off guard with their pants down. The world watched in abject terror as they had never seen such a thing before calculatedly planned by our own kids. Luckily the bombs never managed to go off but the boys still managed a terrorist-like siege on the school. SWAT had no clue what sort of animal they were dealing and because of that fact, the boys were allowed the upper hand over the authority that stood outside helpless for hours.  Sure, there weren’t many kills but the psychological terror of something grand scale that had never happened before is what defines Columbine..and to this day.   Columbine was the blue print that defined all future school shootings. I hate to use this term, but this event became the “pioneer”.  Other disenfranchised kids got the message loud and clear from the boys - regardless of the Basement Tapes never being released.   Seung-Hui Cho of Virginia Tech mentioned that he himself was inspired by Eric and Dylan and ‘got’ what they did and why.  Virginia Tech was a result of Columbine.  Without Columbine, it’s not too terribly likely that Cho would’ve felt compelled to do what E & D had done to make his own rage-cry mark on the world. Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook and all the rest after it.. are a repeat performance to the point where people have become completely numb to these events.  No, it was never ever about surpassing kills.  In the end, surpassing kill count is meaningless.  Just look at Sandy Hook: massive kills and children. Yet, sadly, the world has managed to recover and forget so quickly. People tend to see it as ‘more of the same’ derived from Columbine.  Expecting to trump Columbine through kill counts is irrelevant.  It  just never was about that. Any would-be shooter that thinks it is, is deceiving themselves. They will always be another just another disillusioned, isolated, marginalized casualty jumping off the same death cliff of Eric and Dylan. Columbine will always be the definer, the start of the end of an innocent age. Yes folks, now even our youth can make war along side adults.  Other shootings thereafter are merely the ripple effect still echoing from that epicenter eighteen years ago.  The world is stuck on brushing yet another faceless, nameless shooter under the carpet and deflecting on how mental health should be better, bullying should be prevented or talks of tighter gun control.  Yet, nothing ever changes in society and the cycle of destruction continues on in this karma-like repeat spell that Eric and Dylan helped create in our global consciousness.