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notaflippinmermaid

cockles is all fun and games until suddenly

catatonic1242

The only way this makes more sense is if the trash can is also on fire.

dimples-of-discontent

I thought these cats were supposed to be Jensen and Misha and then I couldn’t decide a) which was which and b) why it was emblematic of their relationship. Now I want to know how you fine folks of Tumblr would apply that interpretation.

daughter-of-the-rain-and-snow

Hahahahahaha at first I thought so too. But you see.. the cat that falls into the trash can, can easily be Jensen. It could be everytime Nesnej makes something crazy, like showing his underwear in front of thousands just for “Misha’s shock value” 😂😂😂

It’s also Jensen everytime Misha shows his beautiful soul

It could also be Jensen loosing it with Misha’s accents…

Jensen watching Misha with those heart eyes™

Misha breathing = Jensen falling into the deep of the trash can

Jensen is Misha’s #1 fan every step of the way and he doesn’t care anymore who sees him falling over and over again 😂😂

dimples-of-discontent

Full consensus on this gifset (also articulated by @tinkdw and @silvie111 among others) is that Jensen is 100% the black and white kitty who thinks he’s playing it cool but just ends up throwing himself in the trash.

I’m absolutely going to use it as a reaction gif now every time Jensen does something that reveals him as the absolute biggest Misha fangirl.

whyjm

PERFECT use of gif!! !00% Approval!!!! :-p

silvie111

Beware. The Cockles trash can has mascot gifs now. Cool cool cool

shirtlesssammy

“Knowing you, it… it’s been the best part of my life.“

Happy 10 years of Destiel!

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take a fucking sip, babes

twitter - instagram - please don’t repost!!

socks-are-love

The McElroy brothers are amazing.

therosebudboy

transcript of the taako and kravitz reunion

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Sometimes I think about an island in the Astral plane. With 2 dogs. and a married couple who are catching up while they expand their cottage.

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abbylady

Tango.

An absolutely unexpected love that entered my life at exactly the right time.

I was heartbroken, intensely depressed, and surrounded by grief. I had lost my father, my long time partner, and something else incredibly personal to me that I don’t wish to share. I barely saw anyone and did the bare minimum in a day: work and sleep. Eat when I remembered. I crawled deep inside myself and swore I would only do things because *I* wanted to. I would do things for *me* and no one else.

Tango took hold of my heart the moment I entered an embrace. This was more than a hobby, more than a passion even. This had become my safe haven. This was neutral ground, a place that was solely mine. A place for me to feel all of my feelings and make it a dance. I barely have the words to describe what it feels like to put all of the longing into the ground, all of the need for comfort in an embrace, all of the passion and rage and loneliness and tenderness I felt into each step.

And the music. So many layers, so many interpretations, so many emotions. Each orchestra offers something new and intense. Again, I’m at a loss for words at how quickly and how deeply the music moved my bones and muscles. I become the music. That’s all I can say.

Tango is my dance. It is a part of me. It probably always was a part of me. It saved me. It was the place I learned how to reclaim who I am.

It is so far beyond a hobby.

I make it a point to practice patience with my fellow humans. I make it a point to empathize. I know it’s why I can handle a lot, and sometimes take on more than I realize.

Big emotions don’t frighten me. The actions that come along with anger or fear don’t frighten me. Yelling is a symptom. Crying is a symptom. Fight or flight is a response to a trigger.

Loaded language doesn’t frighten me. Addiction, suicidal ideation, relapse, aggression; I’m not afraid. Pain is not frightening. Loneliness is not frightening. It’s a response.

Huge actions don’t frighten me. Disappearing, physical aggression, screaming. I’m not afraid. The body needs an outlet, sometimes it bursts out. It doesn’t matter that it’s healthy or not. That’s a conversation for when there is calmness.

People are complicated. We all have our own dark rooms in our hearts. We all have baggage chained in strange places. We all fall down from time to time. I accept this. People break. Sometimes it means that someone is an asshole to me or someone leaves for a while or someone breaks down in my arms. People break, and I’m okay with big - even scary - actions. I’m okay because I know that I’m not being treated badly. I know that it’s from something else.

What’s not okay is indifference. That’s my hard boundary: indifference.

No matter what happens, I deserve more than to be met with indifference. To have my personhood cast aside. To be treated like a doormat. I deserve more.

I do not deserve indifference.

I do not.

I do not accept it.

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In this town, murder’s a form of entertainment.

Chicago (2002) dir. Rob Marshall

All of the things I actually want to say:

I have never known anyone to speak in so many ultimatums. I have never known anyone to so readily cast me off for things that feel worthy of conversations.

I have never told someone that I can’t be close to them, but I’m telling you now: I can’t be close to someone who violently leaves a situation and holds me emotionally hostage. If you think it’s okay to use that kind of language at me with no regard for personal circumstances, then I get to use it at you. I can’t be close to someone who slams the door in my face without any offering of grace.

Your behavior is abusive. I don’t have space in my life for someone who commits so much emotional violence and then claims they don’t. Your behavior is a demonstration of the very thing you fear most: dismissal.

I don’t care about your intentions; I feel violated. You disrespected me. You abandoned me. You, who encourage boundaries and then blows right by them, abandoned me.

I deserve better. I deserve some basic respect. Throw your issues at me all you want, I have no room to care anymore.

This is the swing of the pendulum. I feel low. I feel empty. I feel too much.

And then I remember you.

I remember the empty side of the bed The closed door The crash of your eyes Rolling against your skull As my pleas Crash against the walls It’s too much, said you. And my demons cackled in the space between my ears.