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please reblog if school is a major stressor for you

it’s for my psychology midterm.

please reblog if the item above is a stressor (i.e, something that stresses you out) for you. please only reblog once and please don’t like the post, it’ll mess up the numbers!

brodhi-rook

It took me 12 years to go frame by frame and realize that weird lag I had always noticed was Tulio pausing to kiss Miguel before pushing him off the cliff in a desperate attempt to save their lives…

jauntylittlefrillyboy

MY SHIP IS UNSINKABLE

valdrein-blog

“The Road to El Dorado: Miguel & Tulio: The original script had them be lovers, calling each other ‘darling’ and such. Although the idea was shot down, they left in scenes where you can kind of tell what they were pushing for.”

newhologram

pandalolli

:

You’re forgetting the scene in the beginning where they’re prisoners in the ship. Tulio is lifting Miguel so Miguel and look out, and Tulio briefly rubs his face against Miguel’s ass. Best. ever.

Don’t

fucking get me started

on my gay analysis

of El fucking Dorado

^This part is subtle and often missed. At the end, when Tulio and Miguel are reunited, they run to hug each other and Altivo interrupts just as Tulio has his hand on his pal’s waist.

All gifs here made by me because SACRIFICES! I actually have hundreds more to make but who knows if I’ll ever finish—especially since my hard drive kaboomed and I lost my perfectly organized clips.

Edit: AHH IMAGES FIXED. SO SORRY ABOUT THAT. Some of you have been asking for further analysis. I direct you to a fic study I did on their relationship in the movie: The Magnificent.

So I saw my ex sleeping in a chair in the library and because just looking at him pisses me off I called him but used the *67 shit so he didn't know who it was and his phone went off and he spazzed out and fell off his chair and then when he finally answered it spent like two minutes trying to get someone to say something back so he didn't feel like such a fool

kissmyastrology

The coffee squad: Aries, Taurus, Cancer, Sagittarius

The tea squad: Leo, Libra, Aquarius, Pisces

The “I don’t care as long as it’s caffeinated” squad: Gemini, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn

sarcasmental

As a cancer, I approve this message

"I'm a moosen moose."

#brian regan #I saw a flock #of moosen #out in the woods #in the woodez #in the woodsen

So, assuming we all hit that rebellious stage, how do police officer's kids rebel? Like, "Put your seatbelt on, Kevin." *glares condescendingly* "MAKE ME DAD."

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thestudentprincesss

oh my god i just discovered a site where you can by bulk candy by color/flavor

you can buy two pounds of exclusively pink starbursts

you can buy endless red skittles

i never thought i’d see heaven

love-personal

loki-cat2

me blogging

freddymercurywaseatenbycows-dea

zaynsfuckk

clovvenhoof

i’ll stop dressing in black when they invent a darker colour

samandriel

internetastronaut

finally something to match my soul

hektikk

If you haven’t seen this, it’s actually so black that if they made clothing out of it, it would just appear as though there was a photoshopped hole where your clothing is.

cosmic-aria

finally i can become the void

jenarcherwood

When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday.

He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.

He eats every deep fried concoction possible.

When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.

Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.

“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”

Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.

Dean takes the bag, mystified.

“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.

tardis-mind-palace

did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels

chevyimpala

#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)