I drew Stromae because he’s an A+ cutie
I drew Stromae because he’s an A+ cutie
In which: Joss Whedon fools you into thinking everything is cute and silly and funny
And then rips your heart out and laughs as you sob in a corner at the heartbreaking feels that the finale of this musical gives you ;_;
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If you don’t use an empty house to sing obnoxiously and off key in your underwear you are doing life wrong
I remember last year, some people set up a secret santa for sabriel and it was super awesome. Is anyone doing anything like that this year? Or is anyone even interested in doing something like that this year?
If you’d like, I’d try to set something up.
That would be sweet! I know last year they just made a separate blog to sign up, so if you decide to do it, definitely shoot me a link. Or if you need help organizing anything, I’ll do whatever I can!
8I YES. YES PLEASE.
SIR IAN MURRAY MCKELLEN I SWEAR TO GOD
So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. —Dead Poets Society
Through all of “Bad Boys,” I was trying to figure if Dean was being paralleled by Timmy or his mother. On the one hand, it’s Dean who connects with the kid, and the one who ultimately has to let go in order to keep from destroying the life he’s built for himself. On the other hand, Dean is and always has seen himself as Sam’s protector; he carried Sam from the fire that night all those years ago, and he will continue to “protect” Sam, even against Sam’s wishes, until both of them have lost everything. After agonizing for a little bit, though, it struck me that it’s not that Dean is reflected in one, and Sam in the other: it’s that both Timmy and his mother are representations of two aspects that both exist within Dean at the same time.
Dean connects immediately with Timmy, first in the role of a friend, and then in the role of a protector. Timmy introduces himself by saying that he was fighting monsters, just as Dean does; but Timmy is a version of Dean, much like the young Dean in the flashbacks, who has yet to be hardened by those monsters. Timmy is soft, fragile, odd. He dreams of being like his idol, his little action figure, but is instead sensitive and sweet. The Dean that we know has always emulated John, imitated him down to the leather jacket that never really fit him; and yet, we’ve met another Dean over the years, first in bits and pieces, then in chunks, and now we’ve seen that this Dean, the one who gets nervous around people he admires, the one who likes puzzles and fixing up cars but also playing make-believe and watching Game of Thrones, this Dean existed when he was young as well- that is, if he had the chance to show it. This is also a Dean who loves his younger brother, who smiles when he sees him playing with an airplane, who genuinely wants to spend time with him.
But there is another Dean, and this other, older, hardened and violent Dean is threatening everything that the soft, Timmy-like Dean cherishes in the life he has precariously built. The ghost that haunted Timmy was his mother, always protecting him until that protection became a twisted, ugly thing instead of the love it ought to have been. The ghost that haunts Dean is a mother as well: but instead of the ghost of Mary Winchester, it’s the ghost of Dean himself, the Dean forced into the motherhood role by John. The sole purpose of existence for that version of Dean is Look out for Sammy; it has no other identity. Just as Timmy’s mother died in the fire that night, so too did Dean- at least, the Dean who was young and carefree and could live his life for himself. That version of Dean would have grown up loving his brother, but pursuing his own life as well, becoming a mechanic or maybe even a rock star, taking a pretty girl out to the high school dance; but the version that came out of the fire was the burned and twisted Dean, the facsimile of a loving brother/mother who can only protect by lashing out rather than listening to the one he is supposedly protecting. The ghost that haunts Dean Winchester is the ghost of codependency itself.
Just as Timmy had to let go of his mother, Dean needs to let go of Look out for Sammy, those words that always always always pound in the back of his head, no matter what he tries to hide them with. But just as with Timmy, it isn’t so hard to let go. Dean has relied on his ghost to tell him who to be and what to do for so long; he doesn’t know how to exist without the harsh facade of codependency. The Dean who can no longer control his forced identity is fragile, and can barely stand on its own, let alone live a life without the other Dean. It’s nearly impossible to let that go, to face the unknown when you aren’t even sure that small, fragile being inside even exists anymore.
But it is possible, for Dean as it was for Timmy. The identity that Dean had formed at the tender age of four is still there, hidden under the burned and hardened shell. Letting go of the ghost that has haunted him for so long won’t mean that he won’t love Sam anymore, or that he won’t want to protect his little brother; but it will mean that he can find himself again. It will mean that he can take care of himself again.
this. this is satan
Let’s just take a second to appreciate that Loki fights like his mum.
And that’s awesome.
"Loki, sweetheart, you cannot fight just like Thor. You are puny. Your best tools are speed, cunning, and magic."
"But isn’t magic cheating, mother?"
"In war, the cheaters live, honey."
I think I remember an interview of Tom’s where he talked about how he and the actress who played Frigga really wanted to run with the idea that Loki always still really cared about his mom and she taught him pretty much everything he knows, so I imagine this was intentionally worked with on both of their parts if not on the director’s part as well. I love it when fighting styles come to play in Marvel movies, because a lot of care is taken into those subtle things, you know?
Here’s to the Crazy Ones. The ones who can change the world.