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Robin Thicke is unapologetic about how rapey ‘Blurred Lines’ is, meanwhile the dude who parodied it issues a public apology for one word.

And that is just one reason why I love Weird Al.

It’s great that he’s addressed this but are we really supposed to believe that NO ONE during the extremely lengthy processes of writing a song, recording it, mastering it and animating the music video wouldn’t have brought it up?

Excuse me but how the hell is spastic even remotely insulting?

So I just recently learned that in the UK calling someone spastic means the same thing as calling someone retarded, only much worse.

If it makes people in the UK feel any better, people in the US literally do not know this (like literally no one I have ever met and/or know). Here being spastic is usually meant to mean something along the lines of acting like a hyper-active child (like running around in circles yelling just because they feel like it please be quiet for just 2 minutes type of child). NOBODY here uses it as a slur.

Since Weird Al is a US musician and the US music industry is pretty non-international, yeah actually I think its entirely possible that none of the people who worked on this song actually knew that spastic was considered an awful slur in some parts of the world.

And I’m like 99.9999% sure that Weird Al is genuinely very sorry that he was accidentally offensive.

It’s been a week and I just now understand why this post is even a post. Thank you for clarifying my fellow American.

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SLICE THEIR PALM TO GET BLOOD. do you know how many nerve endings are in your hand?!?! why don’t they ever cut the back of their arm or their leg or something omfg

me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit  (via jtoday)

WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL

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and stop yanking IV lines out of your arms the minute you wake up in the hospital 

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That is a broadsword, why are you fencing with it

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There is a freaking door right there. Stop smashing through windows, damn it.

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yes, mr. action hero, I am aware that running dramatically from the baddies at breakneck speed is important, but know what else is important? NOT GETTING SHOT. RUN IN A FUCKING ZIGZAG PATTERN ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT THE MOOKS WERE NOT COACHED IN MARKSMANSHIP BY THE IMPERIAL STORMTROOPERS.

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Oh, hey, you there, sneaky hero-type breaking into any place for any reason? WEAR SOME FUCKING GLOVES. They’re called fingerprints, dumbass. You have them and you’re putting them all over the fucking place.

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If something really fucking huge is falling on you, don’t FUCKING RUN ALONG THE LENGTH JUST TAKE LIKE TWO FUCKING STEPS TO THE SIDE

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  • white people are not the bad guys
  • Christian people are not the bad guys
  • Republicans are not the bad guys
  • straight people are not the bad guys
  • cisgender people are not the bad guys
  • rich people are not the bad guys
  • men are not the bad guys
  • racist, bigoted, homophobic, ignorant, selfish, and / or rude people are the bad guys

dear social justice bloggers

God bless this post

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Anonymous asked:

Dean meeting a hellhound for the first time after he becomes a demon. Dean falls into a fighting stance only to have the hellhound knock him on his back and enthusiastically slobbering all over his face. Dean becoming the alpha of a pack of overgrown hellhound puppies. Sam seeing Dean asleep floating in the air assuming it's a new demon power when really Dean's snoozing at the top of a hellhound puppy pile.








Drag it.

Edit: Whoops, my theme makes the “secret” obvious.  Probably best for themes where the posts have light backgrounds.


"Dean, did you eat the steak I -"  Sam stopped in the doorway, and his face scrunched up.  "What’s that smell?"

"What smell?"

"What smell?"

Dean’s transformation into a Knight of Hell hadn’t made him any better at lying to his brother.

"It smells like dog.  Wet dog."

"Nah, you’re imagining things, Sammy."

"No, I’m -hey!"  Something had shoved at the back of his knee.  Something heavy, and wet. And then there were teeth, worrying at his leg through his jeans, and Sam went into defensive mode, hand dropping to his knife, trying to find whatever it was mouthing at him.

"Sam, no!"  And then Dean was in front of him, alert, his hand reaching down to…pet something?  

"Down boy," Dean said, his voice low and calm, but firm.  "That’s my brother.  Don’t eat him."


No but imagine Dean getting Sam to build a large iron fence outside the bunker so he can let the hellhounds run around.

Imagine Dean having names for all of his hellhounds based on pop culture and past friends, and all Sam can hear occasionally is “Bad Joffrey I told you no eating my shoes!” and “Good girl, Charlie, you keep Adam in line now” and Sam is torn between being freaked out and laughing like an idiot because all he can see is his brother chasing an invisible floating shoe.

No but the hellhounds follow Dean everywhere. When he goes for food runs, shelves will mysteriously knock themselves over or carts will bump into nothing and Dean just kind of waves and smiles at all the confused people as he leads like 20 overexcited hellhounds through the grocery store like the pied fucking piper.

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