Creating something new from something old has always been the result of Japanese ingenuity, and Japanese fashion is no exception. From lolita fashion’s reinterpretation of Victorian and Edwardian aesthetics mixed with gothic darkness or saccarine sweet prints, gyaru redefining conspicuous consumption and then subverting it, and to vintage menswear aficionados incorporating military items from opposing forces, it’s no wonder that contemporary Japanese fashion has become such a fantastic melting pot. It’s almost impossible to pick apart each individual style here, and Grimoire’s own dolly-kei is no exception. On the surface very similar to the laid back forest-dwelling mori girls, dolly-kei lovers take it once step further: perhaps the witches secretly ruling the forest, perhaps travelling sellers of ribbons and bobbins, the dolly style aesthetic is a touch more regal and imposing.
Do click on Grimoire’s website link and drag the page around once it loads. It’s incredible — one of my favorite sites, for the art and atmosphere. (Not mobile-friendly.)
All Dean has ever wanted is the one thing he just can’t have: a family of his own. And while so many things have stood in his way, it boils down to the fact that he believes people would be better off without him. It’s not hard to see why. When Dean is caught stealing, John can’t even be bothered to come pick him up, he’d rather have him “rot in jail.” So yeah, of course Dean thinks he doesn’t matter, can’t see his own worth. But just look! Dean, can’t you see how perfect you are for this job? He always knows just what to say, because he remembers when he was young. Remembers the things he wished John would say, on days when he wanted nothing more than for his father to look him in the eye. But he can’t fold, can’t indulge, because he’s afraid of what he has the potential to become. Please Dean, can’t you see? That’s not you. You’re a better man than your daddy ever was, Dean Winchester.
And Dean always squats down when he’s talking to kids, gets on their level. It takes the whole “adults looking down on you” dynamic away and just leaves a grown man bringing himself down to look them straight in the eyes. Because he remembers what it felt like to be looked down on, in many ways still knows what it feels like to be looked down on, whether he’s actually being looked down on or just imagining it. Because Dean Winchester has never felt worthy of anything or anybody. That’s why he always makes excuses for John and for Sam and for Cas. Why he always runs back to them. Why he’ll never stop defending them. Because no matter what they do, it can’t be as bad as how he thinks of himself.
You’re a better man than your daddy ever was, Dean Winchester.
I dont like having feelings :’(
Interviewer: Are you good or bad because at the moment, I know know you’re a really good guy but there’s a really naughty side. I really like it. Richard: Me or Thorin?
Interviewer: Oh yeah. Uh, Thorin first.
Richard: He’s bad.
Interviewer: Like Him even more. What about you?
Are all the fangirls sneaking into play interviewers or what.
Fox News headlines v. real headlines, part 2425183.
The brunette part is really important.
Fun fact, our hair color reveals our place in pansexual society. Blondes are our record keepers. The great librarians, they collect, analyze, store, and distribute information to the rest of us. They are blonde because they reflect the light of knowledge. Those with Black Hair are our inventors. They investigate, produce, and teach new technologies so that we may thrive in future times. Their hair is black because of their frequent dives into the void of the unknown. Burnettes are our ambassadors. They interact with people, plants, and animals, forging bonds that can protect us when we are threatened. Their hair is brown because of their deep connection to the earth.
And as for redheads.
You don’t want to know the purpose of the Red Heads. But may their hellfire consume our enemies.
LMFAO at that comment
The girl who was my elementary school girl friend just got engaged and I’m sitting here single wearing a pug shirt and hamburger underwear
Just remember, u r someone’s dream girl
I’m a boy
Tumblr has made us forget that some people are actually straight