7. Pepita

Oh look, I haven’t finished it yet how fun

NEW AU NEW POSSIBILITIES ALRIGHT HEAR ME OUT

pretty long overdue spn art

sorry 

me after reading the zootopia pro-life comic: God I wish that were me

You’d know if you went to elf practice

Dear white women feminists who loved Wonder Woman–

Listen, I also loved Wonder Woman. But I also think that Diana would be the first to note that we are not free until we are all free. So if you posted a thousand times about how important WW was for little girls to see, then I hope you are also prepared to post a thousand times about how important the new Black Panther movie is for black kids- girls and boys- to see.

I saw Wonder Woman, and I teared up the first time she stormed the battlefield in her full regalia. But, as a black woman, I couldn’t not notice that the women who looked like me played supporting, and largely non-speaking, background parts. Black Panther is the chance for women who look like me to see ourselves as the heroes in our own story. To see ourselves as warriors, as epic royalty, as fully actualized superheroes. In a major studio blockbuster, no less. Never- not ever- has that happened before.

We are looking forward to your support.

Roses are red

Elf practice is avoidable

honestly getting rid of hermione’s flaws is one of the worst character assassinations the harry potter movies ever did

others include: taking away neville’s competence, ron’s loyalty, all of ginny’s characterisation…

you can tell a lot about someone based on their phone background. it shows what’s most important to them

Reblog this and put what your phone background in the tags

December memes:

WHY. WEREN’T YOU. AT ELF. PRACTICE.

what fucking year is this

The fact that nobody is talking about Secret’s new commercials pisses me off

This makes me so happy ☺️

Yesssss😭 I damn near cried

I LOVE THIS OMFG

YOOOOOOOOOOO THATS AMAZING!!!!!

Can someone help me understand I wanna cry to ..I feel something went over my head

The woman in the bathroom is trans and is scared that if she comes out of the stall the women that walked in will insult or harass her. but when she comes out they compliment her on her dress instead. The add ends with saying “stress tested for women.” It means Secret is including trans women in their definition of women. 

I have reblogged this three times now, each one mentioning the fact that Secret not only included a trans woman, but that they /had the other women compliment her dress and treat her with respect/. I will reblog this every time I see it because it’s so important. More companies should involve trans people in their marketing - we do exist. Props to Secret for getting in on this movement. It makes me really happy to see more of the trans community represented in daily television.

Reblog the shit out of this

We need more positive things like this!

Okay but I did cry

December 10, 2016

Anonymous asked: Hi! I know it’s still early in December and all, but could you possibly do a Christmas/holiday destiel fic? Idk how to fit it in canon, but I’m sure you can do it :)

A/N: Also half-Inspired by my dad not knowing what mistletoe looks like. Hope you like it anon!

Hello,

2 Days.

There was a time of year similar to this one where nothing was happening, an odd case, but nevertheless a pleasant one. We still had to track down a bigger case during that time, but for a brief moment in a holiday season Sam, Dean, and I found ourselves with a few days worth of rest and recuperation. It was during that time that I discovered mistletoe’s significance.

For better or for worse, Dean wanted to decorate the bunker to celebrate Christmas even though we had had a lengthy argument about the true relevance of Christmas not a few hours before hand. Regardless I later found myself in the back seat of the Impala en route to a store in order to purchase garlands, wreaths, “tinsel,” and a Christmas tree. Sam had joked about the elusive “mistletoe” during that ride, which is why I thought it odd we were not also searching for that if we were looking to decorate in a holiday fashion. Dean had quickly shot down the idea.

This time of year was slightly mysterious to me at the time, why humans chose a false day to celebrate the birth of Jesus and yet also create a man in a red suit that delivered presents while on a sleigh. Surely to anyone else that would sound entirely impossible, and yet that is what many lead to believe this time of year has become.

We arrived at the store not too long after Sam’s conversation, therefore the idea stayed in my mind as we split to look into different aisles (“Split up and cover ground faster that way and avoid the jingle dash,” Dean had said. “You just don’t want to be caught in the mistletoe section again,” Sam had replied).

Barring Dean’s instruction, I thought it best to move along with Sam while he searched for the items on a list we had all been given. I have no idea the parameters for choosing viable trees, wreaths, or garlands, therefore it would be very difficult for me to choose any of these items alone. Sam was quick to choose, however, and offered to explain some differences between different wreaths and their meanings. I merely remained silent, for there was still one piece of a particular tree that I was searching for. Seeing as to how different wreaths symbolized different things and were made of different materials, I had assumed the elusive mistletoe decoration would be hidden amongst those.

It was only after I picked up a handleful of different shaped wreaths that Sam realized what I was looking for. Apparently, mistletoe is not considered a wreath and does not look like one either. Sam laughed for a small while after that, but he led me to the mistletoe not after, only he ask that I not hold it near him, instead telling me to do so with Dean. I did not think more of it until we went to the store to check out and Dean had noticed the additional piece and I relayed the instructions Sam had given me.

It appears Sam failed to mention this piece’s particular meaning.

…

Memories, that is all that is now, but I look back on it fondly.

Yours,

Castiel

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