When No One In Class Is Ready For The Test

Same Difference is a feature length documentary that presents the lives of two adolescent boys who identify as gay from a young age.

Watch the trailer Here

(PS. The director is actually gay)

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

DEF DINOSAURS LIKE LOOK AT HOW CUTE THOSE THINGS ARE AKDJADKJF

Zodiac Hidden Fears

♈ Aries: Aries fear that they don't fear 'fear'. Most of them are insightful enough to know they can leap head on into danger unnecessarily

♉ Taurus: People will think they are boring. To make up for it they bake food or take people out because they are worried they alone aren't enough

♊ Gemini: Other people will see how internally wound up and vulnerable they are. How much they really need somebody there; no matter how independent they may seem

♋ Cancer: Having a volatile family life. Most Cancers fear divorce but also believe it will never happen to them

♌ Leo: People will tire of their theatrics and neediness and reject them entirely. That eventually people will give up on trying to assure them and cope with their drama

♍ Virgo: People will judge them and treat them differently if they are not at least fulfilling some purpose or use for being around

♎ Libra: They will be alone forever

♏ Scorpio: They will open up and share a secret to somebody, but be rejected / betrayed

♐ Sagittarius: They will love somebody more than the other person loves them. They will need somebody more than they are needed.

♑ Capricorn: Because everyone puts so much faith in them, they are secretly worried they will just destroy everything and don't know who to ask for help

♒ Aquarius: Eventually they will just drift entirely away from everybody. That one day they will be unable to decipher what is rational and not. A true sense of isolation

♓ Pisces: That people only pretend to like them. Most Pisces can't figure out why they have friends or why they are liked. They are constantly comparing themselves

ships without lanterns are lost to the sea

Dean’s been awake for a while when Sam’s labored breathing and thrashing limbs finally pull him from the nightmare they both know he’s having. For a moment, all he can hear is Sam’s pointed gasping directed at the ceiling. In this dark, anything could be there and they wouldn’t be able to tell. Dean likes it that way. He thinks Sam does too.

“Do you think she would still love me?” Sam asks breathlessly.

Dean thinks of that week away from Stanford, with Sam in the passenger’s seat again, murmuring mindlessly along to Aerosmith. How he woke earlier than Dean and turned on all the lights while padding around the room, going through a half-awake routine of brushing his teeth and pulling clothes on. The way his eyes shone and the corners of his lips pulled up when he folded open his wallet to tip the diner waitress. That easy smile that Dean’s memory had almost forgotten, like a polaroid dulled and tattered at the edges, now back in vivid technicolor.

“Yeah,” he whispers back, voice hoarse from the tightness in his chest. It sounds rough in the quiet of morning, like someone's been rubbing sandpaper against his lungs. Like the words have been cutting up his throat where Dean’s been holding them hostage. 

“How can you be so sure?” Sam’s voice comes back from across the divide, so empty and unknowing. As if he can’t fathom how someone could possibly love him, just little ol’ Sammy. Dean wants to reach across the space between them, thrust his thumb onto the pulse there, hold Sam’s hand until he just sees, but even Baby can’t span four years of running in opposite directions. The gap between their beds has never seemed wider, not even when Dean used to still order two queens knowing that the other would go unused.

In the safety of the darkness he wants to say some sentimental shit like ‘you have mom’s eyes’ or ‘kinda hard not to with that laugh’ but he’s never been that type of person, hates that he doesn’t know how to do this anymore. He bites his tongue until the pain is a sharp reminder in the dull, soundless room. He’s been quiet too long. The blood is bitter behind his lips. It reminds him that Sam’s would taste exactly the same.

“You’re you,” is what he says instead, and immediately regrets it, knows he said too much. Fists clench, sharp archs of pain where unkempt fingernails dig graves into his palm. The words were sharp in this paper-thin silence, slicing it open until all Dean can taste is blood, blood, blood. It pools in his mouth, his fingers, drips from the shadows pinned to the ceiling- pit, pat -until Dean can’t take it anymore and closes his eyes.

Sam stays quiet on the other bed, on the other side of the world. Dean can still hear his breathing, and knows he’s not asleep.

THE DRAWING SUPPLIES and PHOTOSHOP POST

I have a lot of questions about the drawing supplies I use and/or about my PS technique.I decided to gather all these questions (well, the more recurring ones) in this Drawing Supplies Post.

Enjoy ^o^

PS: If you have questions, please, go ahead.

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If the Pilot was a Finale

Dean couldn't handle Sam leaving so he thought that maybe if he could love him just a little bit more then maybe he would stay, but he didn't and now Dean can't stop

Dean: I wasn’t that drunk last night!

Castiel: You were flirting with Sam.

Dean: So? He’s my boyfriend.

Castiel: You asked him if he was single and then you cried because he said he wasn’t.

The language of flowers