Limnaia

Halfway is my natural habitat

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I keep having to pause watching Supernatural because I’m laughing too hard.

Because Sam dealing with having a snarky cutiepie that no one else can see around 24/7 who makes barely veiled comments about sex and mostly just finds my shit hilarious and just wants me to pay him attention already because fuck babe, what else is more entertaining than me?

Hi, I’m Jim. Welcome to my marriage. In stereo where applicable.

Honestly, if there was just a version of Gabriel hanging out with Hallucifer for funsies it’s pretty much just my life. There’s a reason I ship Sam/Gabriel/Lucifer and it’s because THAT IS MY MARRIAGE I SWEAR TO GODS - two snarky disembodied fucks and one classy motherfucker with fabulous hair stuck in the middle just trying not to lose it altogether. 

I suppose at least I don’t have daddy issues. And shagging me doesn’t mean someone has approximately ten seconds to live. And I’m travel sized for convenience. And my siblings aren’t in denial the closet. 

Seriously, though, while hallucinations are scary shit and talking to my gods isn’t remotely anything like hallucinations, the occasional snarky interjections when they’re around reminds me a hell of a lot of what you see in some of these episodes.

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nornoriel:

As an aside, my Frey devotional totally has a chapter called “Frey the Gay”, getting into the fact that Frey has a disproportionately high number of gay male followers, and some of the Dudebrotru complaints about it (which is where the title of said chapter comes from), and why said complaints are…

*high fives Nono*

*does the Dance of Joy*

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So, my friend is stage managing Macbeth and made this status today…

the-enochian-starchild-earendil:

fuckingmultiverse:

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honeychildplease:

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I’m quite pleased with this.

Rapping this out loud in my empty classroom like swag.

WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WADDUP I AM A BIG SCOT

I’M SO PUMPED ABOUT SOME VISION THAT THE WITCHES GOT

I WILL BE THANE, SO SAYS THE PROPHECY

THAT PEOPLE LIKE “DAMN, MACBETH DESERVES GLORY”

I reblogged this so fast guys

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Of course his last word is ‘Idjits’. Of course it is.

Bon voyage, Bobby Singer, first of his name, king of the hunters and the straight talk.

Say hi to the Khaleesi for us when you get upstairs.

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There are books that one reads over and over again, books that become part of the furniture of one’s mind and alter one’s whole attitude to life, books that one dips into but never reads through, books that one reads at a single sitting and forgets a week later.
George Orwell (via vintageanchorbooks)

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Signs as Super Heroes

littledinobug:

bookoisseur:

astrologycat:

Aries- Wolverine 

Taurus- Aquaman 

Gemini- The Hulk

Cancer- Cat Women

Leo- Spiderman

Virgo- Batman

Libra- Superman

Scorpio- Iron Man

Sagittarius- Wonder Women

Capricorn- Professor X

Aquarius- Thor

Pisces- Green Lantern

I’M WONDER WOMAN SWEET!

GREEN LANTERN!  

In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight!
Let those who worship evil’s might,
Beware my power; GREEN LANTERN’S LIGHT!  WOOT!

I’m a Red Lantern actually. Dex-Starr is my spirit animal.

With blood and rage of crimson red,
ripped from a corpse so freshly dead..

My only connection to the Green Lantern oath was that nekuramanji and I used ‘in brightest day, in blackest night’ in our wedding vows.

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WILLKOMMEN, BIENVENUE, WELCOME! - Spirit And Flesh Magazine

Can I bellow “CUMMING” the same way I bellow “SWINTON”?

I remain skeptical.

yes, yes you can.

Also gentlemen, take note: this is how you age spectacularly.

I view him and SWINTON as the benevolent, saucy, ambiguous godparents we ALL need. 

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I laminated a paper towel

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You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever. 
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K

Write. A. Book.

What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels

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cuddlemonstercas:

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I laminated a paper towel

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You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity

Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

But you remain.

Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 

OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

A LAMINATED

PAPER

T OW E L

IDK MAN,

I D K

Write. A. Book.

What if I did write a book

and the pages of that book

were made out of

laminated

paper towels

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