This will forever be the most ridiculous destiel scene of S8. Not the hug. Not 8x08. This. Because Cas is like FUCK i can fix this i can fix this okay he likes jerky and this specific kind of porn and he uses the bathroom right? and okay i’ve seen him drink this beer now i need pie where’s the pie *grabs cashier* YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED PIE I CAN FIX ALL OF THIS AND DEAN WILL LOVE ME AND NOT BE MAD AT ME IF I CAN JUST DO THIS RIGHT AND HE’LL COME HOME AND I’LL BE THERE WITH BEER AND PIE AND WE’LL TALK AND I’LL EXPLAIN THAT I DID IT TO PROTECT HIM BECAUSE I DO EVERYTHING TO PROTECT HIM AND-
i’m hyperventilating rn. i’ll see myself out.
no see lesbians are not more accepted than gay men they’re more sexualized please do not get those 2 things confused
Directed by Lars von Trier
Dedicated to Andrei Tarkovsky (1932-1986)
think about the concept of a library. that’s one thing that humanity didn’t fuck up. we did a good thing when we made libraries
Hannibal & Homicides
idk how somebody can think that 100 followers is few like they are literally 100 people who have lives and dreams and habits like the may prefer cold showers over hot showers or anything idk these weird personal preferences and they have feelings, sometimes they cry sometimes they are happy and each one has its own little pleasures like reading cooking drawing idk things they love and treasure i think people should realize that a follower is not a blog it’s a whole person
T H R E N O D Y
a classical playlist for hannibal lecter
for the dark, the sinister, the visceral, the unapologetically damned. for a madness shared (with you)
there is nothing cuter than hearing foreign people’s French tbh
like idec if they say shit like “pomme” or “salle de bain” its fucking cute
Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too!
I could win an Olympic gold medal in being ignored
My name is Shoshanna Dreyfus and THIS is the face… of Jewish vengeance!
sometimes i laugh at my tags
because they’re just like
‘#FUCK YOU #YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE #YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY #WELL IT’S NOT YOU DICK’
shortly followed by a calm and collected ‘#daniel radcliffe’
Nicola Samori is fucking incredible. He works out of Italy, and he’s managed to nail the style of the Old Masters: his exhibitions contain everything from beautiful Baroque saints to Flemish still lifes — all painted now, in the modern era, in his studio. And that would be amazing in and of itself, but his work is so much more than simple reproduction. See, once he’s finished with a painting, or once he’s adapted one that’s been previously created, he takes a scalpel to it, a spatula, or a square of sandpaper, and begins to peel it apart. He flays painted skin right off his subjects’ bones.
Sometimes the “destruction” of the images asks the audience to think about what, exactly, the painting communicates when it’s whole. Other times it adds a strange level of corporeality to religious works, or gives portraits a darkly spiritual dimention they never had before.
He’s said in interviews that he views the layers of paint on the canvas as analogous to the muscle and tissue of the human body, and that by wearing it away, he changes the identity of the paintings themselves.
Dark and sometimes chilling as it is, I think his work is genuinely brilliant, and he’s one of my favorite living artists.
(Long story short, here’s his website, go check it out!)