The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.
The artwork is too great not to reblog.
Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.
That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.
One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.
I want this painted on my wall.
(Quelle: xxdardarxx, via castiel-counts-deans-freckles)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the cutest of them all? The mirror laughed and made a grunt and said “not you, you ugly cunt”.
(via littlemisscolourfull)
castiel-counts-deans-freckles:
WE NEED YOU.
WE ARE NOT OKAY.
HUNTERS ARE DOWN.
WE NEED WHISKEY.
and pie. bring pie too.
Dean kissing down Cas’ shoulder blades and Cas shuddering becuase he misses his wings so much and Dean turns him around and kisses him real slow and deep and runs his hands through Cas’ hair and Cas moves so his head is on Dean’s shoulder. And Dean just strokes his fingers along Cas’ back, where his wings would have been.
Imagine your favorite character pulling you into their lap underneath the stars and just holding you for hours while they told you story after story until you fell asleep in their arms
(via sherlockcat)
MY MOM JUST POINTED SOMETHING OUT TO ME
A MONTH OR TWO AGO I DID THIS PAINTING
AND SHE SAW A GIF OF THE ANGEL FALLING THAT SHOWED WINGS AND SHE WAS LIKE “YOU PAINTED THAT”
I AM A PROPHET
(via chainedtocastiel)
Be merciful until you can’t be.
Until you feel your heart begin to harden
into a bullet.Then use that bullet.