TAGS: ECHO

a nice way to spend my saturday

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

Spiralling

sometimes I wonder

if I am falling

or flying

into love....

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 loved 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 he 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 never be used.

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.’ 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. The words were sharp in this paper-thin silence, slicing it open until all Dean can taste is blood, blood, blood. Sam stays quiet on the other bed, on the other side of the world from him. Dean can still hear his breathing, and knows he’s not asleep.

gif tutorial: playing with colors

this tutorial is gonna show you how to make a gif like this, getting the color from one place to another. (my native language is NOT english, so, i’m sorry if i make some mistake trying to get you to understand this) this is easy, but it takes some work (i dont know if there’s any other way to do this, but this is how i do it.) click on the cut

Le Gouffre, 2014 Directed by Carl Beauchemin, Thomas Chrétien, and David Forest

Le Gouffre is the first collaboration of three passionate 3D artists : David Forest, Carl Beauchemin and Thomas Chrétien. Uniting under the name Lightning Boy Studio, they spent more than two full years creating the ten-minute film, living on their own savings, and for the most part without external funding. The trio, having met in animation school, wished to prove their skills and attract the attention of major players of the movie industry.

The film tells the story of two spirited travelers who come across an incredibly wide chasm on their journey and decide to build a bridge to cross it. The movie’s style showcases an innovative aesthetic, at the crossroads of realism and painting.

Visit Le Gouffre’s official website here to read more about this amazing short film from Lightning Boy Studio.

The language of flowers

These are just my favorite stories but I recommend going to J2_Recs anytime for extensive themed recs.

Reinventing Love ‘Verse | PG-Adult | It starts when Jensen falls for his best friend. This is the story of their lives and love together. Original fic based on Superbad.

Absence...

i’m at a point in my life where i can’t watch/read/see anything without wanting a j2 au of it