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peanutbutterbananasmoothie:

marcys-underground:

kripke-is-my-king:

thebibliosphere:

ennui-is-me:

nerdgasrnz:

mitch-that-bitch:

owivizzle:

God I really wish carrying stuffed animals around with you was socially acceptable

I don’t mean to take over a post, but I actually did a project on this for my sociology of deviance class in college!

I carried a large stuffed rabbit whenever I went in public for about a week to observe the reaction of others. The point of the project was to do something harmless yet unusual to see if the action would be considered deviant, in which case someone had to try to correct or shame the behavior.

Long story short, nobody tried to correct my behavior. I was asked about it casually, had a few lingering stares thrown my way and when I was with my boyfriend, shop employees would direct questions to him instead of me. However, nobody refused to assist me when I was alone in a store, nobody said anything about the rabbit besides “oh, thats a cute bunny!” and I attended college classes without even a teacher questioning it.

In conclusion, it is socially acceptable to carry a stuffed animal, its just not a societal norm. ^^

#for followers with a big anxiety or self hate problem #bring a friend with you (via @kingdom-for-muses)

DOING IT

My friend gave me a stuffed monkey plushy when I was struggling with uni, and I took him everywhere for like four years, usually velcrod to my backpack. No one said a damn thing, except my renaissance professor who saw it one day in the hallway and cracked the fuck up because I had a literal monkey on my back and he just looked at me like, “oh god, me too”. I used to leave him on desks during classes and exams (the monkey, not my prof). It was my reminder that someone cared if I was coping. But more than that it was soothing to have something to fidget with that wasn’t a pen. I used to ping those fucking things across the room I was so agitated. Harder to hurt people with a projectile stuffed monkey.

I got what I thought was a normal screen cleaning kit for my computer while I was in college. Much to my delight, instead of a little washcloth or whatever, the kit came with a tiny stuffed pig. 

So I carried this pig in my backpack all through college, periodically taking it out, spraying my screen, and using the pig to wipe it off. 

Now, I kept the pig in the side pocket of my bag where he was completely visible.

Then one day in screenwriting class I pulled him out to wipe my screen. 

One of the guys sitting next to me looked appalled. “You’re wiping it off with your little stuffed animal??” 

I explained what the pig was. 

Turns out, the guy had noticed it and just thought it was adorable I carried a stuffed animal with me every day. He’d never mentioned it before. 

Honestly, people do not care, and will not say anything. No matter the reason for your little stuffed animal friend. 

And if you’re still really nervous about it keep a stuffed animal keychain on your bag. I have a cute little frog that stays on my backpack so when work gets stressful I can squeeze it.

For my anxious followers.

When I worked in an office I kept plush animal clips attached to various things in my cube. I would always attach one to my notepad or pen to take with me to meetings.

ryan-or-jess:

Sexuality

So I first started questioning the whole herteronormative thing when I was in year eight. I had just moved to high school, there were a bunch of new girls there, and I was going through that awkward teen phase of self discovery.

I had one or two good guy friends, and then one or two good gal friends and we would just chill together, nothing hardcore. It was one of these friends that first brought up a same sex past relationship and that got me thinking.

Now I came from a small independent primary school where there were maybe 150 kids in total, and as you can probably guess, diversity was pretty lacking, so I’d never been exposed to the LGBTQ+ community before.

I started questioning who I was ‘in to’ whilst being with these friends, and found myself developing a not so subtle crush on one friend who was sure she would ‘turn me gay’, saying so as a joke on multiple occasions.

I started labeling myself as questioning, even getting a bit uncomfortable when my other girl friends would change or such in front of me, I was worried they would find out I was confused and then freak out and think I was perving.

And yes, I did lose a very good friend this way, they said that even the potential of me being ‘into her’ made her too uncomfortable for us to be able to continue to be friends. Her loss.

So I was about 14 when I was first introduced to the community and although it was nice to have people to communicate with about these problems I found my choice of the term ‘questioning’ wasn’t as well respected as I had been led to believe.

I found that the community began to pressure me to ‘discover myself’ and to just come out of the closet already even though I was happy to be simply experimenting.

Some people hate on ‘it’s just a phase’ but maybe that’s what I needed, I needed to go through a phase to be able to find what worked for me, and I’m still going through phases now.

Sometimes in an attempt to support the lgbtq+ community, people forget that others should be allowed to question and then go back to being whatever they were before that, or never even coming to a conclusion.

Just because we have all these labels doesn’t mean you have to pick one and stick with it, they aren’t a jail sentence.

Be fluid and changing if you want, like boys, like girls, like no one, like everyone. Filter through those labels as fast as you like, or find the right one instantly. Sometimes when trying on clothes the first few items don’t fit, don’t be afraid to say so and try something new, even if someone says the first option looks good on you.

Ryan/Jess

fallnangelstandingby:

//THIS HAPPENED AT SPN VEGAS CON 2018!!!!

My partner @angelbootyandpie was cosplaying Cowboy Dean Winchester, I was cosplaying Cowboy Sam Winchester, and we were in line to get Jared Padalecki’s autograph.

When we got to Jared’s table, he complimented our cosplays (which was so flattering!), then looked at the photo he was asked to sign.  He looked back at us, then the photo again, us, then the photo, then looked at my partner and said “Do you have your phone?” a bit surprised Cowboy Dean responded with “What?”  So, Jared said “Your phone, let me see your phone.”

His phone was handed over, not really sure what he was wanting to do, but then Jared held it up and took selfie with us!!! We were (and still are) both beyond flattered, surprised, grateful, and amazed. It was especially mood boosting and meaningful after a disappointing issue earlier in the day where a photo op was messed up. And this beautiful and amazing man, with one seemingly small gesture, did something that will last in our hearts and memories forever ❤

Thank you Jared, for continuing to be the perfect soul you are. This means more to us than we will ever be able to tell you.

why writing takes forever

writer: *stops mid-sentence* damn what’s the word I want?
writer: *spends 25 minutes on google trying to figure out the right vocab word*
writer: *gets a paragraph done*
writer: *starts another sentence, stops* what is that really specific fact I need?
writer: *spends an hour trying to figure out this obscure thing that probably doesn’t actually matter*
writer: Wait what’s that thing called again?
writer: *has no idea how to search for what I need*
writer: *ends up digging through blogs and other archived websites for details*
writer: *needs to reference source material for fact checking*
writer: *has to eat and sleep at some point*
writer: should it be “she regards him with disdain” or “she glares at him with disdain” ??? (hint: it doesnt matter but gunna go back and forth over it for an hour)
writer: *gets distracted by the internet in general*
writer: HOW IS THIS ONLY 800 WORDS???????
writer: fuck proofreading
writer: okay fine i’ll proofread.
writer: holy shit this is awful.
writer: *reworks entire sections*
writer: *doesn’t think I’m good enough as a writer and stops for a few days*
writer: repeat process as needed.

13×14: The Right Choice(s)

grey2510:

As always with Meredith Gylnn’s episodes, I feel as though I get way more out of them the second time around – and I don’t mean that as a criticism; if anything it’s a testament to how good these writers (well, with two obvious exceptions) are at writing a layered story.

For instance, it might seem obvious, but I didn’t really think about this the first time I saw the episode, just because it was all new: in the cold open in Jack’s torture scene, they could have had Sam and Dean die in a myriad of ways, but they chose fire. And then throughout the episode, we hear again and again from Jack that he is looking up to Sam and Dean, like parents. Neither of them died on the ceiling in Jack’s torture dream, but, there’s still that same thread running through their stories.

And like so many things this season (and the last couple seasons), we’re all about retreading old ground but doing something different (by and large…I’m still bitter about 10×21 vs 12×21 but that’s neither here nor there).

Jack wants his parental figures to accept him and fake!Cas tries to drive a wedge there, but it doesn’t work. In this regard, Jack has early Sam’s arc, but there’s hope that this will go better for him that it did for Sam.

Mary, too, gets closure/redemption for her past, in multiple ways. We see her act far more maternal to Jack than she has to Sam and Dean (which, I get on a logical level, even if my Jodyness struggles to sympathize with). And, Bobby tells her that she made the right choice with the demon deal, even if it caused pain for her sons. Of course, neither Mary could have known the true repercussions of the deal, and this is not to blame AU!Mary Campbell for her decision. Just because Mary Campbell didn’t make the deal doesn’t mean she doomed the world. There are what, 7 billion people on Earth? This is what we call a “team effort” – there’s no way ONE person is responsible for all the decisions and actions (or lack thereof) of everyone else on Earth. Anyway, my point is, our Mary has been carrying this burden around with her forever, and hopefully she realizes that this isn’t all her fault.

Interesting parallel: Donatello makes a jab at Dean that for once, this isn’t something Dean’s been specially chosen by God to do. We get so used to the Winchesters/Campbells being at the center of everything that it was interesting to have a character point out that no, sometimes, you’re just a regular ol’ human. Of course, Donatello means this as an insult, but he doesn’t understand that, truthfully, there’s nothing Dean would rather hear in the world more: that he’s not important, he’s not responsible for the fate of the world. And can you blame him?

Other things…

  • Sam’s instant defeat as soon as they realize Donatello’s been playing them for a sucker. 😦 Sam needs a win!!
  • Dean and Cas are still so close yet so far. Dean tries to talk to Cas and check in with him, but he’s still not getting the words quite right… A criticism he levels at Cas later (lol seriously, Dean? You’re gonna question an angel’s Enochian? What a goober) and which Cas huffily dismisses. 
    • And not just the Enochian: Cas once again reiterates that he loves Dean (and Sam). He knows what he means. He’s using the right words.
    • Yes, I’m aware that Sam and Dean were both hurt by Donatello and Dean’s attack was more severe, which would obviously account for Cas’ instant warrior-mode determination, and it might have happened even if Dean and Sam’s roles were reversed in this episode, but the fact is, the story wasn’t written that way. Dean is the one who nearly dies, Cas rushes to him, and then goes full badass on Donatello.
  • Donatello: *dying out of breath* “Running is hard.” Same, dude.
    • Random note: is it bad that I only just figured out where I knew the actor from??? Seriously, if I’d realized it was Holtz from Angel, I woulda been screaming, don’t let him anywhere near, Jack!!! But oh well. Jack still ended up in a war dimension, honing his powers…and oh hey wait he should only be a baby but suddenly he’s an adult…and jfc I know I ranted back in s12 about how tired of evil mystical pregnancies I was after Cordelia but…ok Imma stop now because I’m just rambling at this point.
  • Gog and Magog fangirling over how pretty Dean and Cas are. They’re not wrong. I am 100% here for feminist queer prehistoric warriors.
    • Also Dean: don’t dis the loincloths. Did you fight a fearsome flannel and denim beast and then skin it for your wardrobe? Didn’t think so.
  • The last scene with Cas explaining the spell ingredients. Of course we only get clear shots of Dean – he’s so concerned and you know it kills him when Cas throws his own words back at him. Really, though, Dean and Sam don’t have a leg to stand on when they accuse him of going too far (hey, Dean, remember how you threatened Kaia at gunpoint not too long ago, buddy?), but that doesn’t mean that what Cas did to Donatello isn’t terrifying. Just because they’ve all done scary af things doesn’t mean they should all continue. But, as Cas pointed out: if he hadn’t, where would they be? It’s a sticky situation all around.

Also, Jack’s shadow puppets. He’s so smol and badass and I love him.