I can’t imagine how scandalized those critics who were relieved to have something that was mild enough to not excite their kids would’ve been if they’d stopped for a second and realized what was actually going on. The very first rule of Scooby-Doo, the single premise that sits at the heart of their adventures, is that the world is full of grown-ups who lie to kids, and that it’s up to those kids to figure out what those lies are and call them on it, even if there are other adults who believe those lies with every fiber of their being. And the way that you win isn’t through supernatural powers, or even through fighting. The way that you win is by doing the most dangerous thing that any person being lied to by someone in power can do: You think. — Ask Chris #81: Scooby-Doo and Secular Humanism (via missshirley)
92% of teenagers have turned to hip hop and rap…reblog if you’re part of the 8% that still supports Leninism and the glorious return of the Soviet Union
#if you dont think about a group of human rebels in a post apocalyptic zombie wasteland developing xmen powers to survive #and bathing in the blood your your enemies in 8 inch heels #then you arent listening to this right (via girlwiththetea)
THE TAGS THOUGH
I LAUGHED REALLY LOUDLY AT HOW PISSED DEAN WOULD BE IF SAM BROUGHT THIS HOME
“I’m back, Dean! Guess what I brought!” Sam called as he let himself into their hotel room.
“Took you long enough. What, some conditioner?” Dean didn’t even try to move from his spot on the bed. He was busy looking through the newspaper for reasons known only to Dean Winchester.
“Nope. Your favorite thing.” Sam pulled the plastic container out of the grocery bag and waved it at just the right angle. Dean glanced over, seeing the flash of crust strips over red filling.
“Dude! You got an entire freaking pie?” Dean was on his feet and after the pie instantly. It’d been weeks since they’d gotten decent pie.
Sam grinned enthusiastically as he set it on the table. “Yeah. Dig in. It’s not fresh, but its probably good.” He retreated out of the room.
Dean worked the clear covering off and found a fork somewhere. There was something kind of weird about the pie, but he didn’t care. Mouth watering, he dug the fork in and-
What the.
There was no thick, liquid resistance against the fork edge, no stain of red juice bubbling over the edges from the pressure. He forked out a bite and lifted it, staring in disbelief.
It was white cake.
It was fucking white cake disguised as pie.
“FUCKING HELL, SAMMY, I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS SENSELESS!”
(via sigmund11)
Joan Crawford in Possessed (1931)
82 years later and it’s still relevant
This will never not be relevant.
You’d think it was right for me to go out and get anything I could out of life, and use anything I had to get it.
(via sw33td3m0n)
- Jensen: We actually specially stock our house for when Jared visits. And when we lived together I didn’t even bother doing the grocery shopping because what I eat in five or six meals Jared eats in a snack.
- Jared: I didn’t know that’s why you never went grocery shopping! I just thought you thought I was better at it!
- Jensen: At grocery shopping?
- Jared: Yeah!
New favorite scent.
mmm, burnt apartment.
