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centurianking:

laughing at how casual dean looks

It looks like he’s judging someone’s outfit while he stabs a demon.

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kickthekj:

Posing for my new modeling class

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#nature#lol kenny#guys reblog this please

"We had the most amazing working relationship I’ve ever had, I’ve been very blessed with the guys that I’ve worked opposite, but David and I had a very, very special relationship. In three years of working together, we never had so much as a disagreement, and that’s just unbelievable, considering the hours we spent together.” - Sarah Michelle Gellar on David Boreanaz

"I mean working with her is great. The three seasons that we worked together, we never had an argument. I mean that’s pretty odd, um -since we were in such close quarters, both of our characters. But, you know she’s here in my heart, and that’s the best thing about it. And she’s actually given me the opportunity to be here where I am today. I mean her character, her show, enabled me to grow and become another character so I owe a lot to her.” - David Boreanaz on Sarah Michelle Gellar

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This blog is going to be super inactive so I made a new personal one! It’s kathleengiang and I’ll follow you there with natureux. :)

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#for steven

edwardspoonhands:

pyrrhiccomedy:

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lodubimvloyaar:

wrinklefucker:

godtie:

fun fact: if a persons body oder smells good to you that means they have an immune system basically opposite of yours! this happens so the chances of finding a mate with the opposite immune system is greater and the chances that any offspring you produce together will have a stronger immune system is greater.

this is fascinating

What makes an immune system ‘opposite’? I’m sensing BS here.

Mmmm, you smell immune to chickenpox.

This is actually true.

Our immune system works in two phases: it detects foreign invaders, then kills them. The “then kills them” part is pretty straightforward: T-cells, the teeth of the immune system, attack any cells flagged by your body as hostile. But the “detects foreign invaders” part has a lot more subtlety. See, cells that are ‘us’ are covered with a protein that identifies them as the locals. But not all “not us” cells need to be (or even should be) hunted down and killed. Furthermore, different diseases call for different antibodies and different levels of response. Invader cells need to not only be tagged as invaders, but also recognized, tagged appropriately, and ‘remembered.’ And your immune system has disease-detecting structures that can do that! And those structures are created by your major histocompatibility complex, or your ‘MHC genes’ for short. 

But people don’t all have the same MHC genes. There are actually dozens of variations of MHC genes, all of which have different strengths and weaknesses. That’s why some people are better at fighting off different diseases than others. But the great thing is that MHC genes are co-dominant. That means that the MHC genes you inherit from your mother and the MHC genes you inherit from your father will express at the SAME TIME. So if your mom was great at fighting off the flu, and your dad was amazing at beating back smallpox, you’re going to be good at recovering from both.

And studies have shown that women actually are attracted to the scent of men whose MHC genes are as different as possible from their own. In fact, not only do they rank those scents as more pleasant, but they very often describe them as ‘reminding them of an ex;’ suggesting that, whether they knew it or not, their mate selection process was probably influenced by their instinct to pass on the strongest immune system they could.

Here’s a source.

WHAAAAAAAA? Aria, you gotta do a SciShow on scent selection of mates in humans. 

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#for steven

lilypotterr:

When I was in 9th grade, I stumbled upon the wonderful Jessica Luxury's blog. I was so amazed! I was new to Tumblr, and I wasn't used to seeing girls anywhere near my size range any place other than on a “before” picture in an infomercial. But Jessica, and the wonderful people within the fat acceptance community, opened up a whole new world to me. I had always hidden behind layers of clothing. I had been taught to hide my body because it wasn't compact sized. These wonderful bloggers gave me the agency to begin to start wearing make up, to hunt for cute clothes to wear. There was just one teeny, tiny small thing that got in the way of my fully assimilating into this culture: the word “fat.”

In my 4th period class my freshman year, I penned Jessica an email that I wish I still had. In it, I said something along the lines of, “Jessica! Wow. You’re so beautiful and I really admire you. But…why do you put yourself down and call yourself fat?” She responded something like: “Well, I am, so it’s not putting myself down because it’s just who I am.”

This was a concept that completely boggled my fourteen year old mind.

"Fat" had always been a naughty term. One that you kept hidden, skirted around in conversation. It was a dirty word. After all, no girl friend would bounce up to you in the hallway and say, "Wow, you look so fat in those jeans!" In sixth grade, I told Matt Eagen that I had a crush on him because, as my fellow eleven year old friend instructed, "we’re adults now. That’s just the adult thing to do." Matt, my skater jean clad Adonis, replied, "I would never date you. You’re fat and ugly."

That’s just how things progressed the majority of my life. 

Gift certificates to Weight Watches were slid in my stocking for Christmas. When my friends and I would play make over, my beauty regime would be the only one that included “six crunches and four jumping jacks.” Once, in elementary school, a girl forced me onto her mother’s bathroom scale and I cried in humiliation on the cold, tiled floor. 

The word fat had never done anything for me. It hadn’t given me any liberation, hadn’t provided me with any solace. It had haunted me. It filled the void of worthlessness that I felt. I began cutting in the eighth grade. I felt ugly, inside and out. 

Not once did anyone ever say to me, “Emily, you’re okay the way you are. You’re allowed to feel beautiful.”

That kind of thinking is just so detrimental for a little girl. The sense of guilt that would abound when I did feel pretty or felt like I would look nice always won over. “You’re not allowed to feel pretty,” a voice would shout to me from inside. “You’re fat. Fat girls aren’t pretty.” 

Now that I’m older, I proudly call myself a fat positive person. I make it my life mission to eradicate body shaming views from this world. I can honestly say that I believe every body on this earth to be beautiful beyond words. 

And yet, if my shirt ever hitched up to reveal the web of stretch marks on my stomach, I would immediately be transported back to that cold bathroom floor - frightened of my own body and it’s mass. The few times that someone has seen my stomach, the thoughtless questions abound. “What happened?” 

I’m not sure what has inspired this post. Even as I sit here, typing this, I feel bombarded with anxiety. That the people on here who I call my friends will laugh and mock me. But, I’ve realized something.

 I don’t fucking care. 

I don’t care what you think about my body, I don’t care if my path to radical self love makes you uncomfortable. I don’t care if you wish I’d cover up. I don’t care if the sight of my skin revolts you. 

Because, it doesn’t for me. This is my body. My body has seen great sights. My body has taken me up mountains. My body has been embraced by incredible, fantastic people who have never once judged my self worth based off of my body. It is with this body that I combated loss, depression, sickness, anxiety. This body is the one that contains my spirit, and my inner light. 

As most of you know, my best friend passed away just about two months ago. The loss of someone so incredible crucial to my life has taught me that this body, this life? This is all I have. And I will be damned if I spend my time here hating who I am. 

I sent a message to one of my favorite bloggers, Tori, the other day on anon saying that I was really self conscious of my stretch marks. She replied back with, 

"Aw, beautiful baby! Don’t be self-conscious! Everybody has stretch marks, and believe me when I say that they don’t make you any less sexy or any less worthy. If it helps you feel any better, pretend that you’re a tiger when you look at them, because tigers are awesome and you are too!"

Every day, with the guidance of this community, I learn that I am beautiful and I am worthy, not in spite of my body, but because of it. I am sick and tired of wishing I could shrink, of wishing I didn’t take up so much space. I’m sick and tired of being told that I am not good enough, that the only way I can experience love and life is if I can fit into a pair of Abercrombie & Fitch jeans. 

That’s not who I am. And as Janelle Monae says, "Even if it makes others uncomfortable, I will love myself." 

Thank you for reading this,

Emily 

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hemmosauce:

5sostrum:

*tumblrs happily*
*remembers homework, exams and responsibilities*
*tumblrs stressfully*

this is the most accurate post i have ever seen

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whoisreturning:

Best of 03x01

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alittleworldofimagination:

anothermindpalace:

roukas:

"I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.

That would explain a lot………

This will be the cause of my death

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