Winchester Withdrawal

My mainly Supernatural blog with other tidbits thrown in for good measure.

People don’t like her because it’s the making of her, right now. When she, sometime soon in the future, becomes this person that she’s been kind of building up to, for the past three seasons, now four, then people will really begin to root for her. I think even the audience doesn’t realize she’s such a dark horse. If she acted badass and tried to kill everyone there, she would be dead by now! She’s so intelligent, and I can’t stress that enough. Courtesy is a lady’s armor. She’s using her courtesy to deceive people, and she’s using her former self as a facade, and it works so much to her advantage, because people still think she’s this naive, vulnerable, little girl, and she’s really not. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows what game she’s playing! And no one else does. And she’s learned from the best — Cersei, Margaery, Tyrion, Littlefinger, even Joffrey. She’s learned so much from these people, and they don’t even realize it. They’re unwittingly feeding her to become this great kind of manipulator. King’s Landing can either make or break a person, and in Sansa’s case, it’s making her.

—Sophie Turner, in response to Sansa hate (x)

(Source: beyonslays, via jaimelannister)

queerlyobscure:

Y’know people say shit about social media along the lines of ‘OMG no one cares what anyone had for breakfast’ and like.

I do? I care. I’m pretty sure a lot of people care. I want to hear that the people I care about are having delicious breakfasts or saw something odd at work or flirted with a cute barista. Or just any little thoughts they have that they feel are worth sharing.

I’ve always kind of assumed that’s how you’re supposed to feel about your friends.

(via punkpatrick)

superlology:

thetechnicolortrenchcoat:

Today is Copernicus’s 541th birthday. You may remember Copernicus as the man who said “Hey, what if the Earth went around the sun?” To which the Catholic Church replied “Hey, what if we set you on fire?” 

541th

(via i-wuv-hugz)

msfili:

Steve Rogers taking off his helmet is a sexual experience. His helmet hair is enough of a turn on, but my sexual orientation is Steve speaking French.

(via kirksvulcanhumanhybrid)

mariusperkins:

"The thing is, Steve and Bucky’s friendship wasn’t just a "they grew up so they’re as close as brothers," thing, it’s way more dynamic than that. Their relationship may be symbiotic, but it was never particularly balanced. Growing up, Steve was sickly and physically weak but had precisely the same personality as he does now: unendingly hopeful and moral, with no conception of backing down from a fight. Hence why he’s constantly getting beaten up, with Bucky having to wade in and finish those fights for him. Bucky is incredibly protective of him, which must have caused a fair amount of confusion when Steve turned into a near-indestructable supersoldier.

It’s a classic partnership between idealism (Steve) and pragmatic cynicism (Bucky), with Bucky playing the role of Steve’s protector and #1 fan. It takes the supersoldier serum for everyone else to realise what Bucky knew all along: that Steve is an inspirational figure, destined for great things. There’s this beautiful transitional moment in the first Cap movie when Steve has just rescued Bucky and the other soldiers from the Red Skull’s lab, and Bucky calls out for everyone to cheer for Captain America. This is basically the first time Steve has ever received outside recognition for being the person he is, and you can tell that while Bucky’s happy for him, he’s also a tiny bit resentful because he knows that Steve is no longer “his”. The tables have turned, and now Bucky is walking in Steve’s shadow, rather than the other way round.”

CATWS: The Tragedy of Bucky Barnes

"This is the point where I flush all my emotions down the toilet and go to live in an igloo made of frozen tears, because what the hell”

So yeah, by the time we get to the two or three scenes where Sebastian Stan actually gets to act with his face and voice, I am a shrivelled husk of my former self.”

(Source: hellotailor, via huntingforlokiinthetardis)