Hyper-sensitive Gigantor

My secret identity is Taylor. I reblog things that entertain me and things that make me think. That means a lot of Marvel, Supernatural, Sherlock, DC, and yes some Merlin. If you want cool people to follow, then go check out The Clique.


Blue, brown, and green eye colors






Anyone who thinks Shakespeare is boring apparently missed the greatest stage direction ever written:


I want that to be the final line of my biography.

let’s not forget about this gem from macbeth


and, of course, from henry v


ah, the leeks.

Guys are we forgetting Titus Andronicus or




Genderbent Frozen by Julia



no but seriously imagine being a muggleborn wizard at hogwarts and then when you learn to conjure your patronus it turns out to be a pikachu

  #headcanon accepted    #POTTER  






why am i not the protagonist of an amazing story

you are though—its called your life

shut the fuck up i wanna struggle fighting demons not struggle with getting out of bed every day

but those are your demons

i am hereby naming you as the antagonist and now it is my sole job to find you and hit you in the face with a chair for that bitch ass comment you just made



I have like the weirdest boner right now.

This is so much better than that “kissing strangers for the first time” video

  #video    #our world  
omg we share the same birthday ! :)

It really is the best birthday to have isn’t it?! We should all start a club or something. (Also, that’s an awesome url.)



no but imagine one day dean and sam have to work a case at comic con and they’re like “we have to look inconspicuous„” so dean has the idea of cosplaying the supernatural book series and after consulting the books sam just wears a load of plaid stuff and makes sure his tattoo’s visible so it looks like he’s sam winchester anD DEAN TURNS UP IN A TRENCHCOAT AND A BLUE TIE AND SPENDS THE ENTIRE TIME MIMICKING CAS

I couldn’t resist








The Psychology of Writing: Character Development and Anger



Sooner or later, your character is going to get mad. And I don’t mean “mad dog” mad, I mean steam-out-the-nostrils mad. Because anger is such a human emotion, it’s important to be able to portray an angry character without resorting to melodrama. Finding that realistic, human balance isn’t always easy, but it can be made easier if you—the writer—take a few minutes to research this natural, emotional response.

So, in today’s post, let’s talk about:

  • What causes anger
  • Physical signals of anger
  • Internal sensations of anger
  • Mental responses to anger
  • Cues of long-term anger
  • Signs of suppressed anger

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  #ref:write    #write  
  #yes    #Caroline    #lets drop out    #and start a band  



I’m actually concerned for boys who complain about how different girls look without makeup. Like did you think eyeshadow permanently alters a girls eyelid? Are you frightened when people change clothes

Babies have no concept of object permanence

  #this is hella funny    #societal illness  
  #dean    #nope    #we really don't    #spn  


Women too awesome, awful, or offbeat to get their own animated movies. Read about them at www.rejectedprincesses.com.

  #history lesson  


Life Drawings 05/29/14

I’ve been away from life drawing lately. Here’s my attempt from yesterday. I feel rusty, but I’m looking forward into making it part of my weekly routine from now on.


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Song: A Choice of Three
Artist: Alex Turner
Album: LateNightTales (Arctic Monkeys)
Played: 26,741 times.


In the tunnel, I noticed I had a choice of three.

While I thought it very kind of them to offer me this, I do wonder if they realise what a dilemma they were sending to face me. The trouble was if I looked at your reflection in the left window I missed the actual image of you and your reflection in the right. And if I looked at the right I had the same problem but the other way around. At first I thought I should probably settle on one of the mirrors as they were soon to disappear, but that idea quickly wilted and my attention was drawn back to the center, occasionally checking on either side.

I must say I did question the authenticity of your nap a few minutes before. As the train left Loughborough I suspected it could have been a device to avoid conversation. I’d barely considered this for a moment, however, when a heavy breath and a gulping sound that I decided would be too embarrassing to fake led me to conclude that your nap wasn’t fraudulent. I found it difficult to concentrate on anything else as you slumped beneath your coat.

Delighted that we’d waited until this hour to travel so the evening sun got its opportunity to skip across those sleeping cheeks, but unnerved by the prospect of being removed from the opposing chair to yours. I knew it was reserved, but hoped that whoever had reserved it had fallen over. It looked as if today I’d be safe; the train wasn’t too busy, but I did take a moment to recall a time when I was less fortunate. I remembered it with a chilling vividity we were on the way to Brighton. I knew it was going to be his seat as soon as I saw him on the platform unzipping, checking, zipping, and re-checking things.

Something about his face suggested that he had for years had a moustache and had not long since removed it. He wasn’t going to think twice about disposing of me, especially considering then he’d get the chance to sit with you.Though his hiking boot-march through the carriage was rather revolting, it wasn’t this that made my hands tense up into sour claws of nausea. It was the way he said it.

"You’re in my seat."

No “excuse me,” no polite uncertainty, just the rigid, hideous fact. The thud with which it landed expelled all my preparation. Before I remembered my plans to pretend to be asleep, deaf, French, or only sat there because someone else was in my seat, I was walking to find another vacancy.

I ended up dwelling unhappily beside a girl with a boys bum. I knew that because she walked too far past when she returned to one of what I thought to be two empty seats when I sat myself there. I fidgeted until our reunion on the platform, where you brutally informed me “That man was really rather pleasant, actually.”

Today I thought I’d better make sure that couldn’t happen again and I pulled the ticket from the top of my seat. It took a few attempts and the facade of hanging a jacket to finally complete. I was terribly cautious. There’s a threat of punishment for such deeds by fine as far as I understand, but those shackles were at the back of my mind as I crushed the reservation in my hidden fist. Folding and squeezing as if it were that beast on the way to the seaside.

Fortunately, there was no retribution. If anything the train got quieter as the journey continued.

And so in the tunnel, unable to decide, my head flicked through this trilogy of angles, angel after angle, until we were out the other side.

My frantic twitching no doubt caused the man at the adjacent table to narrow his eyes at the very least, I imagine.

I don’t know for sure.

I didn’t have time to add him to the cycle.

  #alex turner    #story time    #oh my