nowadays it’s kinda “in” to hate this show and mock it and tbh I’m not nearly sober enough to get into that, but I am sober enough to talk about the stuff I love (regardless of how much I complain about this show and how much of a spiteful bastard I sometimes am)
but, see, I started watching this show when I was barely a teenager – I can’t claim I was here from the very beginning, but I’ve been here for a solid decade – and I secretly watched the DVDs on my laptop in the middle of the night under my covers (age restrictions! very controlling mother! anyway) and it’s a feeling I cherish to this day? there’s just something different when you don’t know what will happen, when it’s a new concept and you’re not as genre-savvy yet, and you have your head under the covers where it’s hard to breathe and someone on the screen dies violently because they whispered “Bloody Mary” into the mirror three times
it was scary and breathtaking and I never knew what would happen! it was one of the first times i was truly invested in a TV show, and it had a large following, too! I was a bookworm, and I liked obscure fantasy from the 80s, and no matter how obsessed I was and how many times I read the same novel, there weren’t many people I could talk to about the thing! But with Supernatural I could, I was on Livejournal ever day for years and years, and eventually obviously I migrated to tumblr and met some fantastic people in this fandom here.
and I guess that’s just the thing, isn’t it? I loved the show, I love the show still, and it was with me through shitty traumatic things in my life, through me figuring out I was queer, through my first relationship and first breakup, through high school graduation and university applications, through moving out, and no matter what, if I feel down and sad I can turn off the lights and let down the blinds in my home and watch an episode from the early seasons and just feel like I used to
this show has given me so much and this fandom has given me so much and there’s no point to this post beyond how grateful I am
Tag: positivity
Bob Ross would have fucking LOVED minecraft
Its your world where you can do anything you want. You can put anything you want in it. You can put the happy little trees anywhere
This is the purest thing I’ve read today
is there anything more iconic… more sexy… than eyes that are so dark brown they look black
I’m upset because I want to change the world but the world is too big and people are too mean
“Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.” – Rabbi Tarfon
I needed to hear this
not obligated to complete the work, not free to abandon it.
“You’re too old for that.”
Is really a shitty concept. You’re too old for everything. Cartoons, sleepovers, candy, etc. Basically, you’re too old for fun. You shouldn’t be too old for fun ever in your life. If you want to watch cartoons, do it! If you want to have sleepovers, do it!
CS Lewis famously said that the intrusive desire to appear grown up all costs was in of itself a childish trait that secure adults should’ve grown out of it.
He worded it that “When I was young I hid my love of fairy tails for fear of ridicule, now that I’m 50 I read them openly”
All this is true.
The intrusive desire to appear “mature” is a major insecurity in and of itself and the sooner we learn hobbies have no age limit that get’s you thrown out for hitting it, the better.
You’re an adult, do whatever tf makes you happy, who cares what other people think.
A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying “You can pet me, but don’t pick me up!”
One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him “did you see the sign?”
He said “yeah! it says that you can pick them up but don’t pet them!”
Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said “I didn’t read it right did I?”
And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said “its ok, i know you’ve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shits”
And I still haven’t gotten over that interaction.I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. He’s a little thing tbh we call him short and long.
So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like “hey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but your’s is so small I think it’s a good place to start.”
Ofc I was like “yes he’s very friendly!” So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks “can I pick him up?” And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number two’s lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes “hey man, it’s okay just relax I’d never let anything hurt you. He’s a good boy.” I’ll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5’3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like ‘ah yes the two least intimidating living things I’ve seen in Boston all day he’ll feel relaxed around them’ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happyI love this
I was (of course it was) in NYC at the time, riding on the R train and this burly, tall, leather and black jeans with fuck off huge steel-plated knee-highs and a fourteen foot lime green mohawk gets on the train and sit’s down, his jansport backpack making this Ghu-awful THUNK as he sets it between his feet. And no one says anything. Everyone saw him because how could you not?
And he opens his bag and starts rustling through it and sets aside some YA novel that I don’t remember but that it had this absolutely lovely lavender purple cover. and then he pulls out his fucking knitting and just goes to town. Just, minding his own business, knitting away intently, listening to his earbuds.
And wasn’t a person on that train gonna say a DAMN thing about it. No one pointed or made any comments because this dude was built to crush motherfuckers. And he was knitting in public so you know he knew no fear and was happy and confident and then this little girl walked away from her mum and walked straight up to him and waved and her mother looked surprised (but not scared, this is NYC – we don’t know fear because we’re too busy). But the guy sees this little girl wave at him and just gives her the BIGGEST SMILE and waves back and takes out an earbud and says hi and they start talking about knitting and how he learned on his own and she wanted to learn and her mother didn’t know. But he suggested that there were knitting clubs and a lot of them were free and would happily help a new little knitter like her.
It was the single most adorable and heart warming thing of my life. Like here’s this dude with a Rancid t-shirt that looks like it was probably printed in someone’s flat fifteen years ago with an anti-nazi patch right over his heart and enough metal in his clothes to be worth recycling but a little girl waved and what type of nasty, heartless fuck doesn’t smile at kids? That ain’t punk.
i refuse to die until things are better and that is a threat
Capitalism at its best. Some role models we should all consider. I am a fan of Hagen Daz, but after reading this, I need to get me some Cherry Garcia!
I just need to work for them tbh
And they openly support Black Lives Matter. They are GOLD ❤️
they also have an AMAZING dairy free almondmilk ice cream. changed my life
They’ve also gone in front of congress to testify that every shitty business’s claims that minimum wage hikes are bad are complete bullshit
Ben and Jerry have also been arrested for peaceful protest at least one time, so we know they’re the coolest
artherra 