#shocked?

[sspadfoot]

Someone told me I’m a manipulative person today and that I act like lady Macbeth

[rob-is-not-a-deer]

TIL: Dr Gerald’s first name is Rodney apparently??

[covveycrow]

my dad just kicked my cane while i was standing. the amount of self-control it took to not flip my shit is far more than i should have.

[duncans-idahoe]

I spent 2 seasons of Rebels laughing at the fact that Ezra only ever uses stun on a blaster... SO IMAGINE MY SHOCK WHEN IN THE FIRST 5 MINUTES OF SEASON 3 HE PULLS A BLASTER WITH LIVE BOLTS ON STORMTROOPERS

[animestuff-iguess]

what expression does he have-

Can someone please tell me....

[tearsofgrace]

written for suptober day three: demonic

It was all black and red and smoke and mirrors. Too easy to slip into the haze and forget anything else existed. He loved it. The high, the rush, the risk. 

It was so much easier. After years of carrying around so much guilt, so much responsibility, so much fear, he finally could let it all go. He liked the person, or not-person, he was without it all. He was so free now, completely unfettered from the burden of morals. 

His lip twitched as he tried to stay in the cloud of red and black. He wanted to stay free, but his idiot little brother was trying to “fix” him. Couldn’t he see? Couldn’t he see this was the happiest Dean had been in years? That he didn’t need any fixing?

Guilt and morals do crazy things to a man. He’d seen it again and again in the past few months with Crowley. He finally had clarity in thought, his vision bright enough to see through the bullshit that had clouded it for years. Humans were miserable. Forcing themselves into codes, forcing themselves to follow something to the letter when their heart cried for something else. There was too much feeling, too much pain, too much unnecessary thought into every decision. 

His brother was the worst at it too. Always questioning, always wondering if what they were doing was truly what was best for the world. That didn’t matter now though. Everything was black and red and nothing mattered. 

Sam was facing away from him, his broad shoulders drawn tight with tension. And Dean tried. He tried every tactic he knew would work against little Sammy but the bastard didn’t break. He spat falsehoods, claimed the blood wasn’t affecting him, stayed calm and collected but Sam just looked at him with those wide puppy dog eyes, and Dean knew he was fucked. 

Because it was working. He could feel the blood in his system, slowly dragging him down to the useless man he used to be. He could feel the guilt returning, could feel the foolish compass that guided so many of his decisions spinning frantically, begging him to listen. 

But he didn’t want to. He screamed at it, frantically crawling away from the chains that latched around his ankles, clawing at the walls to stop from slipping. Inch by inch, he was dragged down. The red smoke started to turn blue, and the black faded away. The shine from the mirrors was gone, replaced by a gaping black hole. 

So he smiled at Sam. Sneered, laughed, blustered his way through. But inside, he knew there was no going back. He would never be free again.

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okay so like in my netflix binge that started over the weekend, i started watching the Vietnam War documentary by Ken Burns and holy shit -- I’m completely outraged over what I did not learn in schoolabout it. 

i didn’t know that it was a series of lies and fear of american humiliation in the world that kept us in this war; i didn’t know it was the body count they cared about so often they didn’t care if they killed innocent civillians; i didn’t know nixon sabotaged the peace talks to win an election; i didn’t know that he sent 17,000 south vietnamese troops into laos and half of them either were captured, loss their lives, or simply went missing; i didn’t know we were responsible for the shitty governments that the south vietnamese had to deal with, i didn’t know that we lost so many american lives just to take a hill, only to abandon it, then we had to go back and fight on it a week later for no reason; i didn’t know that unpopular officers who were hell bent on only killing and creating racial tensions in the group were often killed by ‘fragging’; i didn’t know of the protest by returning veterans when they went to capitol hill and threw their medals over a fence in protest of the war --

there’s so much i didn’t know of, and i think the worse thing was My Lai. I was never taught about the My Lai Massacre. no one ever mentioned it in my years in school.

i also had limited education on native american history and what we did to them, as well as civil rights history. i managed, in college, to learn so much about civil rights (but still not enough) that i felt it fixed my public education lessons on it. 

but i’m still outraged i didn’t know