I'd rather have you, cursed or not


Hey gorgeous, I'm Beth (17) and I'm English. If you love Supernatural, Sherlock, New Girl, The Vampire Diaries, Harry Potter, Orphan Black, or Doctor Who, then I think you're gonna like it here. The pretty picture of me up there^ was made by winchesterbourbon.
-I write many a fandom song (every tuesday in fact)- BUY MY SUPERNATURAL ALBUM?! http://bethjo.bandcamp.com/

jinxyourself:

qkarissa:

skiesfullofstars:

johannamanuela:

The same unique expression. 40 years time difference.

This is probably the greatest post I have ever seen on tumblr. Ever.

She’s still so beautiful.

she is stunning .


cityoftimelordsandhunters:

Can we talk about the fact that Sam says “my pretty”?

image

This season’s gag reel is going to be epic


chestiel:

Supernatural in Infographics: Seasons 1-8 (click to enlarge)


hi:

rebuy:

imagine someone shouting your url at you across the street.. 

it happened like 3 times today :/


crash-mcbarason:

to people that sleep with their bedroom doors open:you are brave but you are going to die young


gingerblivet:

do-you-have-a-flag:

I watch this disturbing video every easter

The entirely pastel backgrounds are what make this a masterpiece. 



slayboybunny:

dont ask me for relationship advice because i will always just tell you to break up w/ them and throw their shit in a dumpster because i do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly this is a zero tolerance zone 


stellarbisexual:

THANK YOU, GOOD LUCK HAMSTER.

stellarbisexual:

THANK YOU, GOOD LUCK HAMSTER.


Describe yourself on anon and I’ll say if I’d date you.

Age, gender, height, eye and hair color, then tell me what your favorite something (hobby, class, music, etc) and what kind of date you want to take me on.


naturallywholocked:

this is by far my favorite

naturallywholocked:

this is by far my favorite


chakrabot:

maja-stina:

fandomsandfeminism:

generalmaluga:

albinwonderland:

fandomsandfeminism:

betterthanabortion:

"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon. 
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy. 
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died. 
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies. 

reblogging for commentary 

But, assuming the mother wasn’t raped, the choice to HAVE a baby and risk sacrificing their “bodily autonomy” is a choice that the mother made. YOu don’t have to have sex with someone. Cases of rape aside, it isn’t ethical to say abortion is justified. The unborn baby has rights, too. 

First point: Bodily autonomy can be preserved, even if another life is dependent on it. See again the example about the blood donation. 
And here’s another point: When you say that “rape is the exception” you betray something FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN about your own argument.
Because a fetus produced from sexual assault is biologically NO DIFFERENT than a fetus produced from consensual sex. No difference at all.
If one is alive, so is the other. If one is a person, so is the other. If one has a soul, then so does the other. If one is a little blessing that happened for a reason and must be protected, then so is the other. 
When you say that “Rape is the exception” what you betray is this: It isn’t about a life. This isn’t about the little soul sitting inside some person’s womb, because if it was you wouldn’t care about HOW it got there, only that it is a little life that needs protecting.
When you say “rape is the exception” what you say is this: You are treating pregnancy as a punishment. You are PUNISHING people who have had CONSENSUAL SEX but don’t want to go through a pregnancy. People who DARED to have consensual sex without the goal of procreation in mind, and this is their “consequence.” 
And that is gross. 

This has been added to since I last saw it, so reblogging again.

Busted wide open.

chakrabot:

maja-stina:

fandomsandfeminism:

generalmaluga:

albinwonderland:

fandomsandfeminism:

betterthanabortion:

"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.

See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon. 

Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy. 

To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died. 

You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies. 

reblogging for commentary 

But, assuming the mother wasn’t raped, the choice to HAVE a baby and risk sacrificing their “bodily autonomy” is a choice that the mother made. YOu don’t have to have sex with someone. Cases of rape aside, it isn’t ethical to say abortion is justified. The unborn baby has rights, too. 

First point: Bodily autonomy can be preserved, even if another life is dependent on it. See again the example about the blood donation. 

And here’s another point: When you say that “rape is the exception” you betray something FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN about your own argument.

Because a fetus produced from sexual assault is biologically NO DIFFERENT than a fetus produced from consensual sex. No difference at all.

If one is alive, so is the other. If one is a person, so is the other. If one has a soul, then so does the other. If one is a little blessing that happened for a reason and must be protected, then so is the other. 

When you say that “Rape is the exception” what you betray is this: It isn’t about a life. This isn’t about the little soul sitting inside some person’s womb, because if it was you wouldn’t care about HOW it got there, only that it is a little life that needs protecting.

When you say “rape is the exception” what you say is this: You are treating pregnancy as a punishment. You are PUNISHING people who have had CONSENSUAL SEX but don’t want to go through a pregnancy. People who DARED to have consensual sex without the goal of procreation in mind, and this is their “consequence.” 

And that is gross. 

This has been added to since I last saw it, so reblogging again.

Busted wide open.


Reblog if you want your followers to ask you anything they’re curious about.

satanthemusical:

spiderbuttmerlin:

fangirling-always:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

gallifrey-feels:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

m-chi:

It’s time to take your medicine Amy
#reality

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOFUCKYOU

nOPE

He doesn’t understand what went wrong. He doesn’t understand how this could have happened. His best friend, the little girl he had a crush on all those years ago… something in her just snapped. She started to break from reality.
He remembered playing her silly games - but for him that’s all they were. Dress up and exploring the neighborhood. Imagination and pretend. But for his friend the Raggedy Man was so real… Her imaginary Doctor.
He became a nurse only after realizing he did not have the skill to be a proper doctor. But he knew he could still learn more. See more. And maybe, something he learned in his work he could use to help her. Help his best friend. And then… the break happened. She snapped. She started babbling on and on about how the Raggedy Man, her Doctor, had finally come back. And then… Nothing.
It was only after he learned that her psychiatrist had put her on a new medication, and apparently it was working, that he tried to reach out to his best friend again. She was embarrassed by her condition. Sorry that she had put everyone through so much.
And for a time, she was Amy Pond again. And he was no stand-in for her imaginary friend. He was, for the first time in his life, just Rory.
He should have known it wasn’t going to last. He should have known she wasn’t really happy this way.
She ran off, the night before their wedding. Screaming into the night in naught but her dressing gown. Shouting about aliens and monsters and space whales. Walking through the cemetery and screaming and crying at every statue she saw before fleeing in terror into the forest.
They found her the next day, curled up in a ball babbling about Stonehenge and pepper pots and robotic men. Of plastic Romans and… and…. Rory.
Now he spends his days watching over her, transferring to the psych ward. She bites everyone else, and won’t take her medicines unless Rory brings them himself.
He does this for years. Watching her. Comforting her in the only way he can as she babbles on about rivers and songs and melodies and ponds. Time passes, and he has to retire. His body simply can’t keep working anymore. But he visits her, every chance he gets. And then, one day, when he’s old and she’s gray, he comes. It’s his last day… and he knows it. But he refuses to go, refuses to give in and just die until he has seen her face one more time. Tried to look into her eyes and find some part of her that still remembers him. Still remembers reality.
So he goes. And he waits, coughing into his handkerchief as the old woman is wheeled out, unable to walk on her own anymore. And he does his best to rise to his feet until she is settled at the table.
"It’s been such a long time, Amy," he says.
And finally… finally she looks up at him. For a brief second, he sees it. He sees in her eyes recognition. And a great sadness. “Rory,” she says, her voice hoarse. And that’s all they say to one another. It’s all she can say as her delusions set back in. More crying statues. Strange tall buildings and rivers and songs. The Raggedy Man and his magic box. And she cries. Oh she cries.
He leaves the hospital that day, saddened. Knowing he couldn’t help her. Not in the ways she needed.
Rory passes that night. Unknowing that so too does Amy Pond… Unwilling to let the only constant, the only thing that made sense in all of her delusions leave her forever.
Because in her mind, every time Rory came back to life, it was when he came to give her the medication. Every time he died, was the moment he left her padded cell.
In her brief moment of clarity, she knew. She knew what she had done to this wonderful man, and he would never know how important he was to her. How much she still loved him, adored him…
And even in her own sick mind… she knew she could never live without seeing his stupid face again.

because i’m a terrible human being, I’m putting this back on my page.

oh god l’m crying

I

that was so well written omg

satanthemusical:

spiderbuttmerlin:

fangirling-always:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

sherlock-holmes-is-a-dickbiter:

gallifrey-feels:

i-have-been-johnlocked:

m-chi:

It’s time to take your medicine Amy

#reality

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOFUCKYOU

nOPE

He doesn’t understand what went wrong. He doesn’t understand how this could have happened. His best friend, the little girl he had a crush on all those years ago… something in her just snapped. She started to break from reality.

He remembered playing her silly games - but for him that’s all they were. Dress up and exploring the neighborhood. Imagination and pretend. But for his friend the Raggedy Man was so real… Her imaginary Doctor.

He became a nurse only after realizing he did not have the skill to be a proper doctor. But he knew he could still learn more. See more. And maybe, something he learned in his work he could use to help her. Help his best friend. And then… the break happened. She snapped. She started babbling on and on about how the Raggedy Man, her Doctor, had finally come back. And then… Nothing.

It was only after he learned that her psychiatrist had put her on a new medication, and apparently it was working, that he tried to reach out to his best friend again. She was embarrassed by her condition. Sorry that she had put everyone through so much.

And for a time, she was Amy Pond again. And he was no stand-in for her imaginary friend. He was, for the first time in his life, just Rory.

He should have known it wasn’t going to last. He should have known she wasn’t really happy this way.

She ran off, the night before their wedding. Screaming into the night in naught but her dressing gown. Shouting about aliens and monsters and space whales. Walking through the cemetery and screaming and crying at every statue she saw before fleeing in terror into the forest.

They found her the next day, curled up in a ball babbling about Stonehenge and pepper pots and robotic men. Of plastic Romans and… and…. Rory.

Now he spends his days watching over her, transferring to the psych ward. She bites everyone else, and won’t take her medicines unless Rory brings them himself.

He does this for years. Watching her. Comforting her in the only way he can as she babbles on about rivers and songs and melodies and ponds. Time passes, and he has to retire. His body simply can’t keep working anymore. But he visits her, every chance he gets. And then, one day, when he’s old and she’s gray, he comes. It’s his last day… and he knows it. But he refuses to go, refuses to give in and just die until he has seen her face one more time. Tried to look into her eyes and find some part of her that still remembers him. Still remembers reality.

So he goes. And he waits, coughing into his handkerchief as the old woman is wheeled out, unable to walk on her own anymore. And he does his best to rise to his feet until she is settled at the table.

"It’s been such a long time, Amy," he says.

And finally… finally she looks up at him. For a brief second, he sees it. He sees in her eyes recognition. And a great sadness. “Rory,” she says, her voice hoarse. And that’s all they say to one another. It’s all she can say as her delusions set back in. More crying statues. Strange tall buildings and rivers and songs. The Raggedy Man and his magic box. And she cries. Oh she cries.

He leaves the hospital that day, saddened. Knowing he couldn’t help her. Not in the ways she needed.

Rory passes that night. Unknowing that so too does Amy Pond… Unwilling to let the only constant, the only thing that made sense in all of her delusions leave her forever.

Because in her mind, every time Rory came back to life, it was when he came to give her the medication. Every time he died, was the moment he left her padded cell.

In her brief moment of clarity, she knew. She knew what she had done to this wonderful man, and he would never know how important he was to her. How much she still loved him, adored him…

And even in her own sick mind… she knew she could never live without seeing his stupid face again.

because i’m a terrible human being, I’m putting this back on my page.

oh god l’m crying

I

that was so well written omg


justdesti-el:

Okay basically it’s my birthday tomorrow (I’m 18 so excited!) so I’m doing a little giveaway for you guys:3 Here’s what I’m giving away..

  1. Hermione’s Time Turner oooooooOooooOoo
  2. Nightmare stag ring ahhhhhh
  3. Signed Copy of my CD ‘Home’ wahoooooOoooOo

PRIZES

  • 1st place- A signed…