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Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.

I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

camuizuuki:

I just saw something…

LOOK AT THAT SECOND TO LAST GIF

LOOK AT IT

LOOK AND TELL ME DEAN DOESN’T CARE ABOUT CAS

LOOK AT IT AND TELL ME HE’S INDIFFERENT

LOOK AT IT AND HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY CAS IS NOTHING MORE THAN A PROBLEM SOLVER, A SOLDIER, A DEUS EX MACHINA TO HIM

I WILL BITE OFF MY OWN TONGUE AND SPIT IT IN YOUR FACE

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Didn’t you grow up pretty. Ugh, my skin was absolutely crawling when she said that.  Just look how uncomfortable it makes Dean.  Dean, who’s always got a comeback, even when if it’s utterly lame (well… you’re… pretty..). He doesn’t even say anything, can’t even give her a response. It just makes me think of this younger Dean, whose only goal in life was to be the man his father wanted him to become.  To be tough and masculine. Dean, who was cursed with his mother’s beautiful face. Who had to listen to the guys around the bar pool table call him a sweet, pretty little thing. But he didn’t care, because he’d hustle every penny right out of them, and tell himself that one day he’d be feared.  He’d become the son his father would be proud to call his own.  He’d be the most notorious hunter of them all. And he did just that. He grew up to be the Righteous Man, the man who fought the Devil and lived to tell the tale. But, as she reminds him, it wasn’t enough… If your daddy could see you now. And you can see it in his face, that little swallow, that haunted expression, that he knows she’s right. That if his father were still alive he wouldn’t be proud. He’d be just as disgusted as her. It’s a moment of shame and failure for Dean. Because in the end, he’s not the man his father wanted him to become.

But Dean! Don’t you see why? Because you are so much more. Because you grew up to fight for more than family. Come hell or high water, you fought for free will and what’s right. You’re not the perfect little soldier, Dean. You’re so much more.  And so much better.

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So we’ve covered angel feathers, right, but isn’t anybody going to speculate over whether or not some member of the Men of Letters at some point or another actually made a dragon cry?

#HEY DRAGON #YEAH YOU #YEAH HEY YOUR BREATH SMELLS #AND YOU’RE A DISAPPOINTMENT TO YOUR PARENTS #YOUR TAIL LOOKS WEIRD AND ALL THE OTHER DRAGONS LAUGH AT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK #YOUR AUNT IRMA WAS RIGHT #YOU’LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING #AND WHEN YOUR LAST GIRLFRIEND LEFT YOU SAYING IT’S NOT YOU IT’S HER #SHE WAS LYING #SHE JUST RESENTED YOUR CLINGINESS AND WANTED TO FIND SOMEONE WHO WAS LESS OF A FLAKE #oh good i think it’s starting to weep hey bob get the jar #SPN #MEN OF LETTERS (via siterlas)

omg read the captions though

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