white hat's off

things i associate with mbti types

enfp: a balloon blowing on the wind, the moment right before a hug, popping bubbles, reading a book while sitting next to your friend, sunshowers, superman ice cream, graffiti, hot air balloons, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, hot wax, your best friend’s laugh, a sugar rush, confetti that looks like tiny stars

enfj: getting someone else’s lipstick on your lips, revenge, neon lights, mystery flavored lollipops, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can’t help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug, smiles that show all your teeth

infj: libraries, abstract art, looking up at a full moon, quotes, loneliness, a rainbow through a prism, the aurora, instagramming your starbucks, the way fairy lights look like stars, optical illusions, the vastness of the universe, almost touching, a message in a bottle, walking through the snow, spiral staircases, trompe l’oeil, waterfall mist, echoes

infp: dragonfly wings, a wildflower field, random acts of kindness, watercolors, tears that burn your eyes, diaries, a messy room, a tea kettle shrieking, falling asleep in a hammock, the first day of spring, blanket forts, climbing vines, braids, dewy grass, tree houses, laying on a field and looking at the clouds, sun over an open field

intp: puzzles, light shining through blinds, braille, lightning, tide pools, typewriters, white bedsheets, windowless hallways, waking up before dawn, old maps, writing late at night, blowing glass, warning signs, street musicians, crisp suits, the subway, mathematical formulas, broken fingernails, making music with wine glasses

intj: red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements,  blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate

entj: dark chocolate syrup, memorizing equations, skylights, thick makeup, constellations, feeling invincible, city nightlife, falling from the roof of a building, balancing on a tightrope, the golden gate bridge, kissing someone’s shoulders, loud voices, screaming for no reason, sharp teeth, old churches, brain scans

entp: wildfire, writing words on a bathroom stall, lighting a match, wind-blown hair, staying awake for too long, counting lane dividers as you pass by, wandering through the woods, staring contests, the light changing your skin color, fences, a blank sketchbook, people-watching, leathery hands, running through an alleyway, blowing a fuse

estp: blurring lights, going over the speed limit, the feeling in your stomach when you go upside down, jumping over a waterfall, drinking straight from the bottle, being on a roller coaster, belting your favorite song, late nights, one-night stands, movie theatres, parties full of strangers, forbidden books, blacklight posters, duct tape, fluorescent bulbs

esfp: unwrapping a present, a sparkle, hot soup, bubblegum, laughing with your friends, a spinning carousel, hickeys, strobe lights, a hershey’s kiss, songs on repeat, jumping into cold water on a hot day, burning your hand, the thrill of being onstage, dramatic entrances, spinning until you get dizzy, rainbows on a cloudy day

isfp: a flock of birds, blowing bubbles, cigarette smoke, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, doodling, the night sky, a picture of a nebula, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality

istp: a stormy ocean, skydiving, cracking your knuckles, shaking a soda, looking down from a height, salt plains, limestone, sand on a wooden floor, bioluminescence, clutching something so tightly your knuckles turn white, throwing off your hat, a cloudy sky, tinted windows, skipping class, seeing your reflection in metal, breaking glass, dry ice

istj: graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, punching a mirror, hammering a nail into place, ice water, machinery, boiling oil, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights

isfj: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly’s wing, rocks in a stream

esfj: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing at a crosswalk, tile floors, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children’s laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch

estj: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines, cracked pavement, the world through clear glass

I’m A Chef

Pairing: Dean x Reader (kind of)

Summary: Sam and Dean find a new place for breakfast.

Word Count: 761

Warnings: none, just Dean being a cutie.

A/N: Written for @revwinchester‘s birthday challenge but I suck so it’s like a week late :) The job I chose was chef (if you know me, you’re probably sitting there like ‘well, duh’).

You watched as two men walked through the glass door, the chime echoing and rattling you out of your daze. These men weren’t two you could miss - one of them towering over 6 feet tall, the other absolutely gorgeous with piercing green eyes that met yours almost immediately as they sank down onto the stools at the counter.

“What can I do for you, gentlemen?” You straightened yourself and reached for a pot of coffee.

“Two coffees, black. And a couple’a menus if you don’t mind.” The green-eyed beauty smiled at you.

You swore your heart stopped in that moment. He was already perfect, and that smile… 

Passing them two menus, you watched as they flipped to the breakfast page. 

“Aw, Sammy. Waffles!” Green eyes grinned and slapped his tall compadre on the shoulder.

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mississippi blues
led zeppelin
mississippi blues

led zeppelin - [the] mississippi blues (unreleased).

this early version of hat’s off to (roy) harper, was recorded during the zeppelin iii sessions (summer ‘70) at bron-yr-aur.  the track features pagey playing bottleneck slide guitar, and percy’s vocals, processed through a vibrato amp, sounding like a tremolo effect.  his lyrics are loosely from elvis presley’s “i feel so bad”, sleepy john estes’ “diving duck blues”, arthur crudup’s “that’s alright mama”, robert johnson’s “32-20 blues”, and bukka white’s “fixin’ to die”.

Hedgehog Awareness Week - Day 7

Fact of the day: let’s cap this off with a general fact. All hedgies are part of the Eulipotyphla order, a name that means: ‘truly fat and blind’, which is kind of great. The second bit is probably in reference to moles, but the first bit works for our portly, prickly friends. 

It’s worth noting here that only some hedgehogs are adoptable, and if you want to have a prickly child, you should look up which ones are allowed in your area, and adopt one! Many hedgehogs are sadly abandoned, mostly because they’re misunderstood. Hedgehogs require lots of attention and specific care; they’re not just strange hamsters! So if you want a hedge, make sure you’re aware of how to keep them safe and happy first. 

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The Struggle

We cannot think of being acceptable to others until we have first proven acceptable to ourselves. - Malcolm X

The words stuck to her heart like a magnet. Years had passed and every single word that he uttered – false, degrading, poisonous – were still deeply rooted within her. Like a wounded animal, trapped and broken, her mind could not get past this. As much as she tried to believe that all the insults and side eyes were beneath her, this was the norm. It had been since she was a child. With no one else to defend her. To tell her, No, this is not who you are. To look her in the eye and promise that she was not like this. 

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Deforest Kelley + Hats in Steve Canyon: Operation Jettison

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18 weeks of captain swan
week 10: no color 

Where the Wind Comes Sweepin’ Down the Plain

So I’ve had basically the same conversation for the last six months since the release of Batman v Superman (and indeed, for the past three years since Man of Steel) with basically everyone I know – casual moviegoers, hardcore Marvel Stans, long-time DC fans who reject the DCEU as “Not my DC,” et cetera– and every time, apart from the inch-deep digs at the ‘Martha’ moment or Jesse Eisenberg’s performance as Lex, the primary complaints about the current state of the DCEU have very little to do with what it is, and near everything to do with what it isn’t.  It isn’t funny enough, it isn’t light enough, it isn’t enough like the Marvel movies or the Christopher Reeve series or the DC Animated Universe.  The general public has a very specific set of expectations now for what a superhero movie “should” be, and anything that falls outside of that purview is dismissed, lamented, or insulted as “wrong.”

Put it this way……

Imagine back in 2008, instead of Iron Man, Jon Favreau and company make a big-budget remake of Oklahoma!  And it ends up being a big hit.  A huge hit, as a matter of fact.  So much so that Disney just keeps cranking out musical Westerns about singing cowboys.

For the better part of a decade, people flock to go see Paint Your Wagon, and Annie Get Your Gun, and My Pal Trigger.  They even do a big crossover where Roy Rogers and Gene Autry and Elvis Presley all ride together to stop Lee Van Cleef from poisoning the water-hole or whatever, and John Wayne shows up as a fun Easter egg.  Maybe even have some irreverent parody with Blazing Saddles so the real fans of musical Westerns can show how edgy and in-your-face they are.

This goes on for years, and audiences are trained to expect anything set in the Old West to involve sing-alongs on the prairie, a bar-brawl that has more hijinks than actual violence or danger, and the hero easily besting the villain in a quick-draw contest before tipping his white hat and riding off into the sunset with a big toothy smile as the chorus swells.

Now imagine in the middle of all that, Clint Eastwood makes Unforgiven.  Imagine the shit-storm that would follow in its wake.

“It’s utterly joyless, and where are all the songs?!”

“Here’s what Clint Eastwood obviously just doesn’t understand about Westerns…”

“I don’t care that they shot the hero at the end of Oklahoma, singing cowboys don’t kill, ever.”

“Clearly you don’t appreciate the appeal of singing cowboys if you liked him just dragging the genre through the mud like that…”

“Cowboys are supposed to represent adventure and freedom, not be moody and violent!”

“Who cares about trying to take the genre seriously?  It’s just silly stories about guys on horses; they’re supposed to be light-hearted nonsense!”

There’s nothing wrong with Oklahoma! for what it is.  I happen to like Oklahoma! quite a bit.  But I would never go around telling people that you can’t make a Western without songs and dance numbers.  There is always more than one viable way to approach a genre, whether the hero wears a cowboy hat or a cape, and if you’re going in to Unforgiven expecting Oklahoma?  Well, sorry, pardner, but that’s on you.