@grippedperdition-pushedpurgatory @fandomloverspn

EEEEEEEEE BABABYYYYYYYYYY @grippedperdition-pushedpurgatory

EEEEE

You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.

Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous.

I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte’s bed. Across the room underneath Daniel’s crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. “I’m not afraid of you monster!” She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and… She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. “Move. Over!” Charlotte hisses at me. I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. “What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. “If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.” Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.

WELL GODAMN, WE HAVE OURSELVES A WINNER

Holy shit I’m gonna cry that’s beautiful.

Every single cursed moment of my tumblr existence has led me here. I am whole. I am complete.

JESUS CHRIST

This really works.

I will fucking murder someone tonight.

Fuck all of yall !

This ‘really works’ …. or at least it made me smile 

@hogwartsismyhometoo Oh it almost put me to sleep. so soothing. so pretty. 

Omg, goodbye homework stress! @grippedperdition-pushedpurgatory

I got really excited for this and you don't know how sad I got. @hogwartsismyhometoo @idjitmonkey

should i be in bed? yes

am i? hell no

should i be in bed? no

am i? hell yes

Reblog if you made good friends on internet and you wish you lived next to them.

#bitch please

34 YA Books Every Feminist Needs On Their Bookshelf

#squad goals

Dean Winchester I  In My Time of Dying l 2x01

#GiveLoveToday

I nominate @grippedperdition-pushedpurgatory , @thelittlestbearcub , @fandomloverspn , @amy-de-l-abc , @idjitmonkey , @bloody-woman-in-white , @procrastinating-angels , @chloereneemotionless , @awake-butstill-dreaming , @smoldandelion , and @kaz2y5-imagines for Misha Collins’ #GiveLoveToday event. Thank you for giving me the chance to write this post today.

My heart is with everyone affected by this horrific, unnecessary, mind-boggling tragedy in Orlando. Even the words in the depths of my soul can’t express how shocked and appalled I am to read about an atrocity I can’t begin to fathom. I am so, so sorry.

This post is going to be long, and parts of it will probably be cheesy, or sad, or anything in between really. But my goal is for it to be unapologetically so, because I mean every bit of it: every sentence, word, punctuation mark, down to the very last period. This is my chance to thank every one of you for touching my hearts in ways I didn’t think was possible. I joined Tumblr a little over a year ago, and in that blip of time, I’ve found a group of people I will never forget. I’ve found friends, confidants, mentors, inspirations, partners-in-crime, and family among countless other things. Honestly, I can’t put a label on any of them. If I hadn’t said it before, and even if I have because I can’t say it enough, I love you all. And I’d like to talk about how each of you personally have affected my lives in ways I am so incredibly thankful for.

The first person from my Tumblr family I want to thank for being a part of my life is @grippedperdition-pushedpurgatory . Morgan–or Charlie, as I know her–is forever my big sister. From the first moment I met her in that fateful day on Chatzy, I knew we were going to be great friends. I just didn’t know how close we would actually be. Between fangirling mercilessly over our favorite actors, characters, TV shows, books, and many more fandom-related things, she makes me laugh. She makes me forget anything bad or stressful happening in my life. She never hesitates to check in with me each and every day, send me pictures of interesting things she thinks I’d like, tell me stories about what’s happening at her school, or just tell me a truly awful pun that still makes me giggle behind my hand. I still remember the first time she told me we might be able to “ACTUALLY MEET IN PERSON.” I squealed. Out loud. Little ol’ introverted, self-conscious-around-new-people, babbling-when-I’m-nervous me squealing out loud at the mere prospect of getting to meet such a wonderful girl. I bounced the entire way to my local bookstore where we’d arranged to meet up. The whole half-hour of me traveling there, we texted back and forth furiously in all caps while my mom shared in my excitement from the driver’s seat. Charlie warned me she was probably going to knock me over when she ran to hug me, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the rush of emotion and laughter and love that came with that bear hug. It was like reuniting with a friend I’d known my entire life rather than meeting one for the first time. I’m proud to say I kept my balance, although we’ve fallen down together in similar situations that followed that day. Because of course once we met, there was no keeping us apart, despite the hours between us. I’m so grateful that’s it’s only a few, making our frequent get-togethers possible. Fate was kind enough to give me that along with this gorgeous, thoughtful, funny, talented, intelligent, inexpressibly amazing girl.

Next is Sammy ( @thelittlestbearcub ), someone who proves over and over again that age doesn’t matter when it comes to friendship. She’s a little more than six years older than me, but the gap is irrelevant when it comes to our relationship. She treats me like an equal, not like an adult to a kid. Quite a bit farther than Charlie, we let the Skype calls and texts be enough until she can come out and see me in person again. The first time we met was part of a sweet sixteen birthday surprise where she flew out to see me for a few days. I cried at the airport and chased her down for a hug as big as the one Charlie had given me at our first meeting. I failed to knock her over, but we held onto each other for a long time. Sammy doesn’t give herself enough credit, but I spend every day trying to get her to see herself how I see her, even just the slightest bit. She’s strong, brave, refreshingly honest, empathetic, loving, selfless, beautiful, witty, smart, and a whole list of other things that barely scratch the surface. I feel 100% safe and free from judgment with her. I can break down or be my dorky self and she’ll join me for every minute of it. One of my favorite things about our friendship is that I can just send her a look during any situation and know we’re thinking the exact same thing, and then the giggles bubble up and we absolutely lose it, causing everyone around us to think we’re crazy. And we probably are. But crazy makes the world go ‘round, and the world’s so much brighter with Sammy in it. She’s my partner-in-crime, through and through.

Next is Sarah ( @fandomloverspn ), but I knew her as Mikey first, and somehow I can’t imagine knowing her as anything other than that. She’s my “big brother,” the bubbly girl of our close-knit family, the one who always makes faces when someone pulls out the camera. I swear, I don’t have a single picture with her that doesn’t involve her either a) sticking out her tongue b) pretending to bite my ear c) going cross-eyed or d) all three at once. Within five minutes of a conversation with her, I’m in stitches. Her dry humor gets me every time. And if I just need someone to smother me with cuddles, she’s first in line, sometimes virtually pushing people out of the way to do so. We commiserate together when our shared klutziness causes us to walk into walls, closed doors, or anything solid, really. Our talent for absolute obliviousness when it comes to the world around us can make for a dangerous combination, but she watches out for me, and I watch out for her, and what more could a girl possibly need than that?

The first word that pops into anyone’s head when it comes to Amy ( @amy-de-l-abc ) is “sweet.” Whenever her name is mentioned to someone who knows her, a comment that’s most often made is, “You can’t possibly not like Amy.” And they’re right. No matter how busy or frazzled she is, she will be the first person to ask about your day, how you are, did you have enough to eat today, are you staying hydrated, how was that test you told me you were nervous about, congratulations on that poetry contest I saw you post about on Facebook, did you sleep well last night, is there anything I can do to help make your day even a little bit better? You just smile whenever she’s around. She’s the one who leaves the longest and most thoughtful notes in your birthday cards that make you tear up. When she does rarely take a minute to stop and take care of herself, we’re all right there with her to help, because she’s constantly taking care of us.

Hope ( @idjitmonkey ) is my honorary cousin and weirdo twin. (She’ll deny it, but she knows it’s true. We may as well be the hyenas from “Lion King” with how much we make each other crack up with the dorkiest things). She’s got to be my favorite person to follow on Tumblr, because she never hesitates to tag me in posts she thinks I’ll like, whether they be funny or sweet or sad or just one of the many flattering pictures of Jensen Ackles that’s been circulating the internet. It didn’t take her long to find out that those pictures are my kryptonite. Hope has been witness to many of my autocorrect fails, and though I make no secret of my embarrassment whenever she cackles and uses them against me, it’s honestly one of those seemingly insignificant things that makes me feel loved. Whenever I’m expecting mail from her, I sprint to the mailbox each day in impatient anticipation. It usually takes a few days for the cards to arrive, but it’s worth it when I see the sticker-covered envelope, or rip it open to discover she filled it with some kind of glittery confetti that I now have to clean out of my laptop keyboard. (She was extremely proud of herself for that.) Texts from her are bright spots in my day, especially when she calls me “cuz.” She’s the mom of the group without a doubt, and the best one we could ever ask for. If anyone even so much as looks at you the wrong way, she’ll ask if you need her to bury a body. And as soon as your messages “strt to book like thiss,” it doesn’t matter how much you claim you’re “aawke,” she’ll send you off to bed with a teddy bear and a lullaby. One of these days I’ll meet her in person. There’s not a chance it won’t happen with both of our stubborn determination.

Where do I even start with Toni ( @bloody-woman-in-white )? Her sarcasm and cunning knowledge of how exactly to push your buttons in the best way possible makes my mom ask daily, “What are you laughing at?” And when I’m turning blue and unable to answer, she’ll say, “Toni?” My renewed giggle fit is all the confirmation she needs. It doesn’t matter how crappy my day is, five minutes and a fast-paced gif war later, it takes me a second to remember why I was down in the first place. All I need to do is whisper a few words to get her to go on a long and highly-entertaining rant about season finales or bad writing in a TV show or equality or why her dreams are so weird or anything at all. Sometimes I try to use that as a distraction so I can steal one of her fluffy and adorable cats before she or Hope can jump in and stop me because of my allergies (but pfft, what’s a couple of swollen eyes and a closed up throat when you’ve got a CAT to snuggle??). Watching an episode of “Supernatural” with her is the best commentary you could ask for. I’m sure I’ll get a shoe thrown at me from her for saying this, but despite her short height, she has a heart big enough for a giant. (And yes, I may have worded it that way just to give her a healthy dose of my mischief for the day, but it’s absolutely true.)

Soph ( @procrastinating-angels​ ) is my go-to girl when it comes to fangirling over Marvel movies or “Hamilton.” We share a deep love of Chris Evans and Lin-Manuel Miranda, and she is just as adorable as they are, if not more. (Just take a look at any picture she’s in and you’ll see what I mean when I say I’ve never had a friend more photogenic than she is!) Her playful personality is sure to get any of us giggling after a long day, but somehow she manages to balance responsibility and goofing off better than most people I know. She challenges me to work harder and makes everyone around her happier, like a Patronus against the dementors we may have encountered that day.

Hayley ( @chloereneemotionless ), Riley ( @awake-butstill-dreaming ), and Crow ( @smoldandelion ) are the almost unbearably cute oddballs that make me wish I could be as unapologetically myself as they are. Hayley’s words of encouragement always come right when I need them. Riley initiates a good amount of my “OMG WHAT OISDLJKGLAD AHHHHHH I’M SCREAMING” texts, which then gets us into a long back-and-forth of all-caps messages. Crow makes the time to check in with everybody, even if it’s for a quick hello. They all make me feel like a true sister to our family.

And finally, to the person I can’t even begin to thank enough for making these girls an important part of my life, Kazzy ( @kaz2y5-imagines ). Her stories inspire me to be a better writer and she inspires me to be a better person. I’ve never seen a popular Tumblr blogger so in touch with her fans, so willing to be a listening ear. She is the reason I have a life-long connection with my Tumblr family. Thanks to an impromptu sleepover in her Fort City chatroom, a group of “Supernatural” roleplayers invited me to join them in their fangirl fun. That was the first day I met them all. Every single day that followed I would be in contact with at least one of them. We’ve celebrated victories together, we’ve felt loss together, we’ve laughed and cried and sang and danced, we’ve been rocks in what seemed like an endless ocean some of us almost got lost in, we’ve been the first to wish each other a good morning whenever we wake up, but most of all we’ve embodied the main theme of “Supernatural,” the first thing we all bonded over. Love and family that doesn’t end in blood.

I am and have always been a writer. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t at a keyboard or holding a pen or reading a book and thinking I want to write stories like this. But when it comes to trying to describe these phenomenal girls to people who haven’t yet had the pleasure of meeting some of the best human beings I’ve had the privilege of getting to know, I’m at an utter loss. They welcomed me with open arms and haven’t let me go. They accept my flaws and even love me more for them, they ground me, they rekindle my undying belief that there are good people in this world even when it seems to only be filled with hate. I surround myself with tissues as I type this, and I’ve had to hit the backspace button so many times due to the blurry screen and the fact that I can’t help but feel like I’ve failed to portray my Tumblr family to the extent that they deserve.

There is good in this world. There is love and hope and people who make a difference, even if they don’t realize it. These girls are proof of that. I love them with all my heart and more.

#GiveLoveToday

I think I broke Harry Potter

So it’s 3AM and It’s just occurred to me that the most telling scene in the entire Harry Potter franchise is the scene following the announcement of the participants of the Triwizard tournament.

When Harry’s name is pulled out of the cup, literally one of the first things he is asked is “did you ask an older boy to put your name in the cup for you?“ or something to that effect, insinuating that, that was something nobody prepared for and that it was something that totally would have worked if anyone had been smart enough to figure it out.

However, in an earlier scene a student is turned into a hundred year old man when they try to artificially age themselves with a potion and put their name into the cup. Meaning someone trying to dangerously age themselves with potion they aren’t familiar with was something the teachers genuinely considered to be more likely than someone asking for fucking help from another student.

In other words, the wizards in Harry Potter’s world are so reliant on magic that it doesn’t occur to anyone save for people like Harry that asking for help is even an option in a given situation. This explains why wizards are so fucking ass-backwards at everything, they’re so confident that their magic is capable of doing everything for them that it has never occurred to fucking anyone that perhaps asking for help from the muggle world might be of some use.

Think about it, the wizarding world hasn’t changed in hundreds of years while in that same space of time the muggle world has figured out fucking space travel. I know it’s a cliché to say to say someone could have fucking shot Voldemort, but seriously, somebody totally fucking could have, he killed like 50 people, he was effectively a terrorist, if anyone in the wizarding world bothered to ask for help from the muggles instead of just telling them there was an invisible asshole flying around shooting death curses at everyone, they may have been able to help. 

Pretty much the only reason Voldermort thinks he’s better than muggles is because he’s able to kill them with impunity using magic, something he’s only able to do so easily because muggles don’t understand what magic is. Voldemort is basically like a fucking disease, he’s an invisible, lurking entity preying on mankind from the shadows like a cowardly piece of shit. You know what else did that? Smallpox and we stomped that to death the second we understood it. That’s the difference between muggles and wizards, when muggles don’t understand something, they figure it out.

And here’s the kicker, the only reason muggles don’t understand magic at all is because the wizarding world deliberately withholds information about it. However, even if the wizarding world kept doing that, it’d only be a matter of time until a muggle figured out what magic was and how to stop or harness it because that’s what humanity does, it pushes past what we think is impossible to see what’s on the other side. We didn’t understand the sun as a species originally and now we use it to power satellites and smartphones.

The wizarding world isn’t a realm of infinite possibilities, it’s a universe of strict limitations where boundaries are never questioned. The muggle world is where the real magic happens. That’s why during the course of the Harry Potter books, which are set between 1991 and 1998, the muggle world (our world) discovered dark matter, cloned a sheep and invented fucking MP3s while the wizarding world were literally paying some dipshit to figure out what the purpose of a rubber duck was.

Wow, I really shouldn’t think about this stuff when it’s like 3AM, it gets kind of dark.

#the wizarding world prides itself on standing still#because they think they’re already at the pinnacle#but they’re not and one of these days they’ll find that out the hard way

“Oh, he just turns invisible? Right, we’ll get a SWAT team with heat vision goggles on it. You can expect your Dark Lord dead in about an hour.”

@hogwartsismyhometoo @procrastinating-angels @grippedperdition-pushedpurgatory @bloody-woman-in-white … I think my mind just broke.

taylorswift we need a recipe for these please! 🍪🍪🍪

MMMKAY— there are two ways you can go about this. The quick and easy way is to make sugar cookies from a sugar cookie mix and just cut open a packet of chai tea and pour it into the batter as you make it. Cause you’re busy and you want making cookies to be a chill part of your day. Pow. Done.

OR

If you want to make the cookies from scratch (that’s what I did for the 1989 Secret Sessions), you can use this recipe I found on a baking blog I like, joythebaker.com and I believe it was originally from a book called The Pastry Queen. If you want another great baking blog, I get a lot of great ideas from smittenkitchen.com too. This is a recipe for basic insanely good sugar cookies. I added the chai element to the recipe because I thought it would infuse cozy holiday vibez into the cookie and it really did. So I’ll star the part that I added in the recipe.

http://joythebaker.com/2009/06/giant-vanilla-sugar-cookies/

***after you add the egg and vanilla, cut one chai tea packet open and empty the crushed up tea leaves into the batter CAUSE CHAI COOKIES ARE ABOUT TO HAPPEN UP IN HERE***

I made an icing for the cookies, but they’re fine on their own. If you want to make icing for them, just mix 1 cup powdered sugar with 1/4 T-spoon of nutmeg, 1/4 T-spoon of cinnamon and 3 TAYblespoons <—-(I’m so annoying, it astounds me sometimes) of milk or eggnog if you can find it this time of year. The more milk/eggnog you add, the more your icing will become a glaze. But glazes are legit too so basically just LIVE YOUR LIFE.

I lightly sprinkled cinnamon over the icing once the cookies were baked and iced, but there are so many icing options you can pair with these cookies—I mean it’s out of control. If you’re really feeling like living on the edge, you can go ahead and add a few drops of food coloring to the icing to make it festive. No one is going to stop you.

Why?

Cause the bakers gonna bake bake bake bake bake.

Bye.

did taylor swift really just show up out of the blue on tumblr only to drop some betty crocker shit on us what the fuck

I’m reblogging this solely bc Taylor Fucking Swift just wrote a whole thing about cookies and ended it with a reference to her song.

I have so much respect for her right now.

2% girl 98% anxiety

I AM THE SAND GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE SAND

I’m just reblogging this because my dad didn’t believe it existed.

IT

HAS

RETURNED

Well I spent way too much time on this thing that I should have.

But I really liked the idea of a sand gardian.

POSEIDON QUIVER BEFORE HIM!

Reposting because I had forgot the most important detail

Thanks again Katiestrophic for the inspiration

IT’S BACK

Oh… no no no