Going purely off height for weight is absolute bullshit. I’m below the “low” weight for my height but I’m quite healthy thank you very much. These two things literally have no necessary correlation. It takes nothing else into consideration, like body shape and how people carry their weight as well muscle vs fat. Just… No. This annoys me as much as the “real women have curves” bullshit.
according to this i need to gain 40 pounds
No i refuse to gain ten ponds thank you i worked my ass off to lose that.
There’s a sign on my front door. You have been walking past it for seven hundred years. What does it say?
We will never not reblog this.
IF I COULD ATTACH THIS TO OUR TARDIS, IT WOULD BE FANTASTIC SO PEOPLE WOULD STOP COMMENTING ON HOW THE DOORS DON’T OPEN WHEN THEY PULL. Seriously, con-goers, you were clearly trying to break our TARDIS at SwampCon with all your incessant yanking on the doors =__=
#i’m going to pretend that this is sam dean and cas and they are laughing because bobby wanted to take a picture of them #but he accidentally set the camera to video mode and it’s recording and he doesn’t understand #how this damn thing works or why those three idjits are laughing at him #;oaweywa #it almost seems as if dean’s mouthing ‘can’t you take a picture old man?’ #and bobby would yell back at dean about how this damn fancy new camera sam bought him is trash#and sam and cas would just laugh because they knew this would happen #but it’s all good because sam would fix it for him and then bobby would take a picture of them and keep it forever #AND THEN THEY’D ALL GO OUT FOR DINNER AFTER THIS BECAUSE THEY JUST FINISHED UP A HUNT AND THE FAMILY NEEDS FED #ajweoyaw#crying
Drinking demon blood, check. Being in kahoots with Ruby. Not telling me that you lost your soul, or how ‘bout running around with Samuel for a whole year, letting me think you were dead while you were doing all kinds of crazy. Those aren’t mistakes, Sam. Those are choices.
You got another plan? You got any other plan? Those are hellhounds out there, Dean. They’ve got all of our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you. We let the dogs in. You guys hit the roof. Make a break for the building next over, and I can wait here, with my finger on the button. Rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes headstart, anyway.