Be So Fucking Proud Of Yourself For Passing The Hardest Moments Alone While Everyone Believed You Were

You ever just get so mad/feel the rage that's buried inside you so deep that you just want to scream at the top of your lungs and let it all out until you've completely lost your voice.

idc early seasons supernatural had absolutely insane aesthetics. loud ass classic car. trunk full of rosaries and weapons. everything shaded in green blue tones. religious imagery. daddy issues. early 2000s. endless forests and winding roads. diners and chunky laptops. motel walls covered in articles and newspaper and string. leather jackets and zippos. flip phones. spn got worse cause she left her era.

CHARLIE COX in T TALES: BROOKLYN 09

2009 | dir. Brody Baker

I don’t want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here are some flowers”

I want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here’s a new x reader fic with your comfort character”

Whoever made this collage, thanks.

The agony and devastation on Obi-Wan’s face as he looks on Anakin Skywalker’s face. The broken-hearted defeat and acceptance that even now,after all this time he cannot kill the man he once considered his everything. And the oscillation in Anakin’s voice,the war between the modulator and the flashes of the dark side in his eyes with the gut wrenching,soft toned entreaties of Anakin’s voice. We see here Obi-Wan and Anakin warring with themselves,with their own utter and tantamount internal agonies. The pleas in their eyes as they stare at one another in agony,I cannot imagine anything more gut wrenching than Obi-Wan deciding here he cannot kill him when Anakin is already dead. And so the Circle breaks.