I miss Donna :(
Sam Winchester’s Journal - Entry #9
“Don’t you dare add her name to your fucking list, Dean! Just don’t…ok?”
Dean and his lists drive me nuts sometimes. Since he came back from Purgatory, my brother has taken the strange habit of writing on little pieces of paper lists of everything and anything: the useless stuff he would buy if he won the lottery, the best action scenes in Steven Seagal’s movies, the various places he would like to go when “everything is over”, whatever the hell that means. Those damn papers are everywhere now, in the pocket of his jeans, in his jacket, in his duffle and it makes me want to kill him every time I see him spending hours folding and unfolding them, looking at them carefully, rewriting them over and over again because he forgot half of the sheets at the motel or at the gas station. None of this makes any sense in my book, but I guess we all cling to what we can.
The most unexplainable list of them all is the one of all the people who died because of us. Do we really need a fucking list to know that dad, Ellen, Jo and Bobby, sacrificed their lives for us? As if we could forget…
I couldn’t bear seeing Jody’s name added, well, not now anyway.
“We have no proof she’s dead, ok? So, just…”
Dean sighed and put his pen down. I know for certain he’ll write her name later when I’m asleep. After all these years, I know my brother by heart.
“Dead or not, Sam, I’m gonna put a bullet in the head of that son of a bitch before sunset.”
He left the room, the piece of paper stuck in the back pocket of his jeans, his fingers fidgeting nervously with the pen.
I AM!! FUUUUUCK YEAH!
On Sep 13, 1944, a princess from India lay dead at Dachau concentration camp. She had been tortured by the Nazis, then shot in the head. Her name was Noor Inayat Khan. The Germans knew her only as Nora Baker, a British spy who had gone into occupied France using the code name Madeline. She carried her transmitter from safe house to safe house with the Gestapo trailing her, providing communications for her Resistance unit.
Oh my God, yes. Let’s talk about Noor Inayat Khan.
- Wireless operators in France had a life expectancy of six weeks. Noor was actively transmitting for over three times as long.
- While she was in France, every other wireless operator in her network was slowly picked off until she was the last radio link between London and Paris. It was “the most dangerous and important post in France”.
- She was offered a way back to Britain and refused.
- In fact, in her transmissions to London, she once said that she was having the time of her life, and thanked them for giving her the opportunity to do this.
- She was captured by the Gestapo, but never gave up: she made three attempt escapes. One involved asking to take a bath, insisting on being allowed to close the door to preserve her modesty, and then clambering onto the roof of the Gestapo HQ in Paris.
- Her last word before being shot was, “Liberté!”
The term BAMF was coined for such persons.
Christoph Waltz for Prada F/W 13.14 campaign, shot by David Sims.
So this is what happens when you tell your two gay dads that they’re going to be grandpas.
That was honestly the best
that was so cute omg
As a youngster Mikkelsen excelled at gymnastics, a skill that probably ended up saving his life years later.
“I have this 1937 Danish Nimbus motorcycle I ride around on in Denmark and had a crash a few years ago,” he explains. “I stopped at a red light and the next thing I knew there was a car driving right in front of me. I crashed into it and went flying. Somehow I managed to flip in the air and land on my feet. I’m not sure how I did it but it might be the fact that I have a gymnastic background.”