Beautiful native american wisdom. I first heard this tale in a native american course at uni
you know how people always go to bars to watch football games wouldn’t it be nifty is there were bars where we could watch spn and they served really gr8 burgers and pie and the place was decorated to look really sketchy
fandom bars are the wave of the future my friends.
A Sherlock pub with the 221b wallpaper on the wall, and a smiley face spray painted above the bar. Instead of playing darts you get to shoot the wall.
the door to enter will be painted like a police call box. there will be a devils trap when you walk inside. all drinks will be spiked with just a dash of holy water. one of the walls will look like 221b. another will have a painting of Baby. the back wall will be painted to look like the inside of the tardis, because the bar will be bigger than it looks on the outside. each table will have a different theme - some will have gallifreyan messages written, others will have exorcisms, enochian phrases, crime riddles. only classic rock music will play. the door to the kitchen will say “DR. BADASS IS: IN”
i need this in my life more than words can describe. if fandom could get off tumblr we could take over everything, not just the internet!
OH MY GOD YES
SERIOUSLY THOUGH CAN WE DO THIS PLEASE
One of my dreams when I graduate from Culinary school (which is soon) is to open a bar named Bad Wolf Bar and Grill; outside door painted like the TARDIS, a mural of Rose with the Heart of The TARDIS (from Parting of Ways) over the bar, another mural on an adjoining wall of the Dalek’s being destroyed (again Parting of Ways). Also was thinking about another wall having the scene with all the companions from Journey’s End flying the TARDIS.
But I could easily change this to encompass SuperWhoLock (If you guys allow me to).
omg only if i can live there! xD
I’ll make sure to have a comfy couch in the office. ;)
I have noticed something about Sam and Dean while watching this show.
Dean fidgets. He twiddles. He jaunts. He sways. He postures. He moves just to be moving. He gestures. He steps, rocks, sways, leans. He squirms. He shifts weight. He reaches. He touches. He rubs. He fiddles
His eyes are all over the place when he’s talking.
He can be a solid chunk of steel at times. Cold, Dead, Still. Terrifying.
But Dean Winchester moves. A lot.
Sam, on the other hand, is calm. Contained. Every movement he makes has a purpose. He can be, and often times is, still. Even when he is boiling with rage, he is reserved with his movement. He can stand perfectly still. He can maintain eye contact when talking. Every single movement he makes is with intent.
But Sam- oh, baby, He breathes. When Sam speaks, his breath pattern is almost a part of the dialog. He gasps. He sighs. When Sam inhales, and I mean when he does it there it no missing it, his entire body reacts. He becomes three feet taller. His shoulders roll back. His back arches. He throws his head back. His eyes close. His arms nearly splay. The man fills himself with power when he inhales. He is a raging fire under a calm lake.
Dean Winchester is movement.
Sam Winchester is breath.