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a message from Benny to Dean…
Hello, Dean. Been awhile. The rumors of my early demise have been greatly exaggerated. I’m topside again. [Chuckles.] And a little birdy told me you went and picked a fight with God. [Hums low.] You sure know how to pick ‘em. But like my old man used to say: God is nothing but dog spelled backwards. And I ain’t never seen a dogfight that you couldn’t win. Go give ‘em hell, brother. I miss you, buddy.
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚜
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The Perks of Being a Plain Girl
I thought of calling this post The Perks of Being Ugly, but I thought that would just start things out on the wrong foot. There are truly ugly people out there; the uncaring, arrogant, hateful, hurtful, ignorant and spiteful people we have all encountered through our lives. Ugliness is a character trait, a deep, cultivated, abiding rot that infects a person’s soul, regardless of their outward appearance.
In this post I am speaking of the beautiful souls; the kind, generous, patient and selfless people who bless all those whom they touch. These people may not be beautiful, they may not feature on magazine covers, they may not make you walk off the sidewalk for staring. These people look plain, features too far from symmetrical to be striking, weight distributed too carelessly to be balanced, skin patterned with colour, hair, blemishes and texture too generously to be entirely camouflaged with makeup. They are the Plain Looking People.
There are certain disadvantages to being plain looking. We all know what they are. They are the bridesmaids, never the brides; the 40 year old virgins. They are the wallflowers, the punchline of the basement dweller joke, the invisible water boy on the sideline, they don’t get drinks bought for them, the… well, I’ll use the phrase it’s meant for… The Coyote Ugly.
But there are advantages, too. There really are! Plain Girls don’t get cat called, they can walk alone utterly unmolested, essentially ignored. We don’t have to fear a stray hand or inappropriate comment on the train, or bus, or in the hallway.
We can leave an open glass at a bar table and be completely assured our drinks will never be drugged. We can be confident we will not be subject to drunken leering on the dance floor.
We can go completely unnoticed in a crowd. We blend in, heads don’t turn in the middle of the sidewalk, interrupting foot traffic. People walk around us, we don’t need to worry about strangers bumping into us on “accident” as they pass.
Plain girls make their friends look GOOD. We are the perfect wingmen/women! Plain girls can be assured that if a man does happen to take notice of her, she will be expected to talk up her friend in the manner she deserves.
As a matter of fact, we can be assured that our friends love us for ourselves, and not for how we look together. We are far more inclined to attract other genuine, loving, selfless friends. We have the opportunities to let our real talents shine.
Creativity, intellect, convictions, it will never come as a surprise if a Plain Girl demonstrates aptitude in subjects not commonly oriented toward women. We will always be considered more mature, wiser, smarter; our intelligence will never be condescended. We will never be hired for a job for any other reason than our purest demonstrated skills and qualifications.
There is much less pressure to be fashionable, or trendy. What a savings of money! If a Plain Girl dresses plain, well that’s just what is expected. We are allowed far more latitude to have a lazy wardrobe/hair day. If we dress or groom ourselves a little less than perfectly, well, that’s okay, it suits us.
Attractive men are actually far less threatening. Think about it, no one is going to take our flirting seriously. There’s no anxiety of “does he like me? Is he flirting back? Was that a wink?” because we already know the answer. It takes a lot of the pressure of performing off. Other women are far less likely to be jealous of our interactions with their men, because we are simply not going to be considered temptations. Our intentions will never be questioned.
Compliments on our appearance may take one of two forms; either very broad - “you’re a classic beauty, a natural beauty”, “you’re interesting, striking, incredible”, or very specific - “you have lovely eyes, an engaging smile, impeccable posture”. We will never hear the “cute” or dismissive platitudes.
We will never find our nudes leaked online from a jilted ex.
Being a Plain Girl allows more freedom than you might first expect. Being a Plain Girl means we are common, we are average. Plain Girls are free to just be Plain, and that’s a great thing.
This is officially stupid. There's a lineup to get into a god damn garden center. FFS the chances of catching anything are 1 in about a million here. It's been a month and a half. Yes, I'm gonna be the one all up in ya space.
8.05 | Blood Brother
Dean Winchester ( 15x11 )
I will always remember Christopher Lee as that horrifying moment in the LOTR commentaries where Peter Jackson says he started to direct him on how to act like he’d been stabbed and Christopher Lee goes “no no peter dear, when someone is stabbed like this, THIS is how they look, they don’t make a sound, air just leaves them all at once” and peter jackson remembers in that moment that lee was in the secret service and just slowly backs away.
Y’all… Christopher Lee was literally James Bond. He and Ian Fleming were cousins, he was one of the real life sources of inspiration for James Bond, and was Fleming’s first choice to play Bond in the movies. Saying that he was in the secret service doesn’t do it justice. His unit was informally referred to as “The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare” and his service records are still sealed. When an interviewer asked him about his service, he asked “Can you keep a secret?” the interviewer of course said yes, so he leaned in, lowered his voice, and said “So can I.” He also performed for a metal album in his 80′s. Christopher Lee was one of the most awesome humans ever to walk the Earth.
To quote my favourite article about his life, written before his passing:
“Christopher Lee is a 6'5" tall world champion fencer, speaks six languages, does all of his own stunts, has participated in more on-screen sword fights than any actor in history, served for five years defending democracy from global fascism as a British Commando blowing the shit out of Nazi asses in World War II, and became the oldest person to ever record lead vocals on a heavy metal track when, at the age of 88, he wrote, performed on, and released a progressive symphonic power metal EP about the life of Charlemagne (because why the fuck not?).
The most prolific actor in motion picture history, Christopher Lee was born somewhere in England in 1922. His mother was an Italian Countess who was actually descended from the line of Charlemagne, and she was so important that she was allowed to wear the royal seal of Frederich Barbarossa and so MILF-y she had her portrait painted by something like a half-dozen famous Italian artists. One of Lee’s ancestors on that side was the Papal Secretary of State who refused to attend the coronation of Napoleon and is buried in the Pantheon in Rome next to Raphael (the painter not the ninja turtle), which seems like kind of a big deal. Lee’s father, meanwhile, was a distant relative of Robert E. Lee and was multi-decorated war hero who’d served as a Colonel in the 60th King’s Royal Rifle Corps during World War I and the Boer War. Growing up, Lee studied Classics at Wellington College, where he was also a champion squash player, a ridiculously-badass fencer, and spent his spare time playing on the school hockey and rugby.
Shit got real in 1939 when Christopher Lee quit his day job, caught a boat to Finland, and decided to enlist in the Finnish Army to help them fight off the Soviet invasion of Finland. Lee got geared up to kick some commie asses up and down the frozen wastes of mid-Winter Finland, but didn’t see much action, returning home in 1940 to deal with a much bigger and more England-centric problem: Nazis. Christopher Lee enlisted in the Royal Air Force in 1940, where he worked as an intelligence officer specializing in cracking German ciphers and skulls and any other Nazi bullshit he came in contact with. In North Africa he was attached to the Long Range Desert Patrol, the forerunner of the SAS, where he would jump in a badass fucking four-wheel-drive jeep with a gigantic machine gun mounted in the back, drive hundreds of miles behind enemy lines, survive the scorching heat of the Sahara Desert, then sneak-attack Luftwaffe airfields by rolling up on them at sixty miles an hour with his .50-caliber machine guns blazing out curtains of white-hot Nazi-smiting justice, planting dynamite on their airplanes, then peeling ass out of there leaving nothing but bullet-riddled corpses and gigantic explosions in his wake. After working with the LRDP, Lee was assigned to the Special Operations Executive – better known as Winston Churchill’s Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare – a group that did shit like lead a twelve-man assault that destroyed the German top secret nuclear weapons development facility in Norway and assist brave Eastern European partisans and rebels sabotage Nazi supply lines to prevent them from bringing reinforcements up to fight the Soviets. His service records are sealed and Lee doesn’t talk much about his service (when pressed on the subject, he reportedly asks his interviewer, “Can you keep a secret?”. When they excitedly say yes, he leans in close and says, “So can I.”), but we do know that by the time he retired as a Flight Lieutenant in 1945 he’d been personally decorated for battlefield bravery by the Czech, Yugoslavian, English, and Polish governments and was good friends with Josip Broz Tito, so draw your own conclusions.
In addition to his iconic, definitive role as Dracula, Christopher Lee has also portrayed some of the most memorable villains of all time. Sure, everyone knows him as Sauroman the White from Lord of the Hobbits: Return to Fellowship Towers and Darth Tyranus from those otherwise-terrible Star Wars prequels… he played the ultimate Bond Villain in The Man with The Golden Gun – a role he got thanks in no small part to the fact that Bond creator Ian Fleming was not only Lee’s cousin, but the two men had fought together in the SOE during WWII. So Lee was basically part of the team that inspired James Bond, then he went on to play a fucking Bond Villain
I won’t get too much into it, but Christopher Lee has basically been in every movie ever, from billion-dollar Academy Award winners to the sort of shit that Elvira pimps on Channel 875 at four in the morning on a Tuesday. He’s almost always the villain, and as such has probably died on camera more times than anyone ever. He’s been Fu Manchu five times. He was the definitive Count de Rochefort in a couple Three Musketeers movies. He’s been The Mummy, Frankenstein’s Monster, Willy Wonka’s Dad, the Emperor of China, the Grim Reaper, Lucifer, Grigory Rasputin, Charles Marlow, Ramses, Tiresias the Blind Prophet of Thebes, Vlad the Impaler, one role where he’s simply credited as “Ship’s Vampire”, and another where he’s “Resurrection Joe.” He’s hosted SNL and been in Police Academy, the Last Unicorn, Charlie’s Angels, Season of the Witch, Gremlins II, a Polish Tales from the Crypt-style TV series and a softcore porn based on the works of Marquis de Sade, but he was also in Lord of the Rings, Shaka Zulu, A Tale of Two Cities, The Wicker Man, Moby-Dick and the Hamlet with Lawrence Olivier. He’s worked with Peter Cushing, Jimmy Stewart, Charlton Heston, Errol Flynn, Patrick Stewart, Stephen Spielberg, Orson Welles, Vincent Price, Christopher Walken, Sam Eliot, Jeff Bridges and Jayne Mansfield, but also Nicholas Cage, Heather Graham, Sacha Baron Cohen, Tom Arnold, Casper Van Dien and Armand Assante, and he once appeared in a movie called “Howling II: Werewolf Bitch” with the dude from Space Mutiny.
He’s the only person to play both Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes (he was also Sir Henry Baskerville). His characters have executed both Charles the First of England and Louis the Sixteenth of France (and, as a badass side note, Lee is so into the idea of public executions that in real life he can recite every official executioner in England since the 15th century). He’s portrayed Englishmen, Egyptians, Spaniards, Transylvanians, Frenchmen, Greeks, Poles, Chinese, Indians, Italians, Wallachians, Romans, Germans, Arabs, Gypsies, and Russians, played the lead role in the biography of Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan, speaks English, German, Russian, Swedish, Italian, and French, can do any English accent he wants, and sings everything from opera and death metal in a hardcore bass voice. IMDB credits him with 274 acting roles, Guiness says he’s appeared in more films than anyone ever, and the Oracle of Bacon lists him as the Center of the Hollywood Universe because anyone in history links to him in 2.59 steps (he links to Bacon in 1). If that’s not enough, Lee’s movies have grossed more than any actor ever – his top five alone grossed $4.4B (number two is Harrison ford with $3B) and that doesn’t even include the new Hobbit stuff
Lee also belongs to three stuntman unions, does all of his own stunts, once busted his face smashing head-first through an actual plate glass window for a scene, injured himself falling into an open grave while portraying Dracula, and once had his hand slashed open during a drunken sword fight with Errol Flynn.
Oh, and while we’re on the subject of swordfights, Lee has appeared in more on-screen sword duels than any other actor ever. A masterful fencer, he’s been in everything from cutlass fights on the decks of waterlogged pirate ships to rapier duels in seventeenth-century France to taking on a couple guys one-third of his age with a lightsabers and a fistful of force lightning on the deck of whatever the fuck they called Imperial Star Destroyers in the prequel movies.
A classically trained singer, Christopher Lee also released a heavy metal hardcore symphonic power metal concept album about Charlemagne when he was 88 years old. He’s played with Rhapsody and Manowar, and on his 90th birthday he released a metal single called “Let Legend Mark Me as the King” with music written by some of the guys from Judas Priest.
He is [was] still acting at ninety years old.”
In case anyone is interested, the charlemagne metal EP’s are available on Spotify
WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK???????????
bruh.
Jensen Ackles | Radio Company BTS [x]
THE SUPERNATURAL GIF CHALLENGE | alwaysenduphere vs. savingchesters round number #3 | Favorite Angel or Demon + Favorite Episode
Lucifer + Swan Song; ”- —I’m not the bad guy…”
Things that Dean is better than Sam at:
Fighting
Selflessness
Charm
Not being corrupted by power
Gut instinct
Judging others' trustworthiness
Humility
Being funny
Having a personality
Rehydrating a Selaginella Lepidophylla. (Source)
And thus, the spirit of life touched upon its being. Alive, it came to be.
A fan asks Jensen for some modeling advice to improve her photo op expression 😁 and Jensen does a little coaching | SPNDC 2019 [x]
Invisible Touch
Pairing: Dean/unnamed female, established relationship
Word count: 2587
Warnings: Smut. Nothin’ you haven’t read here before, oral, just the usual with a little twist
Rowena teaches Dean something new, and he gets inspired. I have no idea where this came from, but here it is…
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She turned yet another page with a weary sigh, reaching to rub her neck and shoulder as her eyes scanned the page. She and Sam had organized and sorted, but it still took so much time to find the lore on specific things, and they dreamed of a day when it would all be on a searchable database. Like they had time for that.
She felt Dean’s hands on her shoulders, his thumbs pressing and rubbing gently along the tense muscles. “That feels wonderful,” she breathed, leaning back against him a little and closing her eyes.
“You need to take a break,” he breathed in her ear, and then his lips brushed over her neck, little nibbles that sent goosebumps skittering up her arms. She turned, then let out a little shriek of panic, her eyes wide, her chair hitting the floor as she scrambled back.
“Sam! Dean! There’s something in the bunker!” She could hear his laughter as she put the table between herself and whatever had been touching her.
Whoooo baby, you can still get me!