“she’s A Sacrifice Demanded By The Elites” Goes So Fucking Hard. You Tell Them Girl.

If Sam Winchester can look at every moment of his life and still wake up every morning, get out of bed, take care of himself, help people… Then so can I.

If Dean Winchester can carry his heavy heart, his pain, his guilt, look at all the bad around him and still find his faith again… Then so can I.

so i just learned that baby eels (also known as eel larvae???)

start out looking like this monstrosity and can stay that way for SEVERAL YEARS

Waiting around on this rock we call a planet for an end. End to what? Now that I don’t know.

I think this crab is threatening me

Redditors design worst volume sliders possible

Some of these are genius! ( see reddit / via )

Found thousands of tadpoles on my hike, thought tumblr would enjoy bustling tadpoles in these uncertain times.

Qurenten Daydreams

Hear me out, ok?

It's raining outside

There is a fresh warm cup of >insert favourite warm beverage<

A book lies open on your lap as you peer from a window seat at beautiful mountains, pine trees, evergreens, and droplets of water.

You look up and the love of your life is laying in a blanket fort you two made previously, playing their favourite game.

They look up and smile at you and for a moment you forget you can't leave. In that moment, leaving doesn't even cross your mind.

~Signed, NSE

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wanna hear a wild story? my brother’s history professor is closing in on 80 and basically lives at the university. one night my brother visited him for a meeting, and it came up that my brother was gonna be performing as a court jester at the castle the following day. and his professor busts out: “ah, that reminds me of my youth!”

he then proceeded to tell the tale of when he and his friends went backpacking to greece back in their early 20s. then one day they found themselves completely penniless. so they decided that the only reasonable thing to do was to set up acrobatic shows in skimpy outfits on the beach at day, and then drink up the money at night.

after a week or so they gained some traction, and a gang of young greek men walked up to them like “hey y’all are cool as hell, can we join y’all for drinks tonight?” and my brother’s professor was like “of course! y’all have to wear these revealing outfits and do somersaults with us tho” and the greek gang said “sounds dope. y’all are invited to live with us for however long y’all want.”

anyhow, they proceeded to live like this for the better part of 3 months, doing shows, drinking, and sleeping at the greek gang’s apartment. but after a while they decided enough was enough, and said thank you for everything, but we’re going back to sweden now. and the greeks said “sure! love y’all have a safe trip xx”

half a year later my brother’s professor gets contacted by the greek police. they ask him about the months they spent in greece, and then informs him that their greek friends have been convicted of serial homicide and robbery. that the group of young greek men had joined up with several tourist groups for several years “for drinks”, and then killed and robbed them all, terrorising the beach city for several years. with one exception, of course, because “this one group of swedish acrobats in slutty strongman suits were just ‘so damn nice’”.

and that’s the story of how one swedish history university professor survived sharing a flat with a group of serial killers for several months by performing acrobatics in slutty outfits on the beach. moral of the story? be kind of heart, thicc of ass.