When he learned about the evening’s plans, Kevin offered to make himself scarce. Dean shut that down real quick. Kevin was staying, because everyone wanted to see him, they missed him, they were worried about him. Kevin didn’t believe him-until Charlie hugged him as she asked, “What up, bitch!” Jody fussed over how "You're way too thin, sweetheart." Ellen just held him and made Dean promise to bring him by the Roadhouse. Jo punched his shoulder and lectured him about calling more often. Bobby embraced him and said, "Glad you're safe, idigit." If Kevin shed a few tears, well, that just meant that he was still the sweet, sensitive soul he'd always been.
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Why You Should Always Wear Your Helmet.
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PSA: never put stickers on your helmets (unless you have checked with the manufacturer) because the adhesive can weaken the structure!
One day my health teacher in middle school just like … didn’t show up for class. And so of course we were all “oh if he doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes we’re legally allowed to leave”, giggling about it and all the bullshit. He did eventually show up, ten minutes into the class time. He looked haggard as fuck, sweating all over, hair messed up, beaten to hell and back. We stared at him and were about to ask what in the world happened to him when he stopped in front of his desk and smacked his bicycle helmet down on it.
His helmet had this odd discolored patch on it. Like, white against white, but … weird? It’s then that I realized his helmet didn’t have a discolored patch, it had a patch missing. A big chunk of his helmet had just been shaved away, the curve of the helmet gone and sanded flat by whatever it had been scraped against. And running through that patch, from one side of the helmet to the other, was this big crack, like the whole helmet had split like an eggshell.
Our teacher took a couple deep panting breaths and then told our class: “And this,” he took another deep breath, “is why you always wear your helmet”.
And that’s the story of how an entire class of middle school students took helmet-wearing very seriously for the rest of their lives.
My sister was doing a charity cycle, and on the last day there was awful rain. Going down a steep hill her brakes failed. I got a selfie from her missing her front teeth and she had a black eye. Before I can even lose my mind about her injuries, my dad sent me a picture of her shattered cycle helmet, the tattered ruins of her Alice in Wonderland costume and the scuffs on the shirt and cycle leggings she’d been wearing under it.
The helmet prevented her skull/face from taking serious damage and the long sleeves/leggings meant she got grazes on her limbs instead of needing skin grafts. Honestly - safety first.
The VERY FIRST BIKE RIDE OF HIS LIFE, my four year old lost control of his bike, panicked and forgot how to use the break and flipped over his handlebars and went head first into the curb. He got up like it was nothing, got back on his bike and finished the bike ride.
No bruises, no cuts or scrapes and just a couple tears for fears.
His helmet has a HUGE dint in it. Nothing punctured through. Structural integrity is still fine. All the paw patrol characters are still there. That 12$ saved us a trip to the emergency room.
Hey PSA! YOU MUST GO TO THE HOSPITAL IF YOUR HELMET LOOKS LIKE THOSE ABOVE! Helmets prevent you from dying but you could STILL BE CONCUSSED or have internal injuries! And always replace a helmet after a fall where you hit your head! Even if it doesn’t look dented, the padding inside can still be damaged enough that it’s much safer to get a new one!
any helmet that suffers a crash impact is almost always without any more structural support and will completely shatter into pieces if you crash on it again
Always replace it
I don’t have the helmet anymore to take pictures of it, but I’ve had a speeding car plow into me on my bike before. My head went through the windshield and then I got launched when they slammed the brakes. Helmet broke into four different pieces right there. With it on I got KO’d, a not too serious concussion (as far as any concussion can be not too serious), and some road rash. Got to go home that afternoon. The docs say that if I hadn’t been wearing it, I probably wouldn’t have survived.
ALWAYS WEAR YOUR HELMETS, KIDS
(That includes the straps)
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Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)
MAN [IN THICK ACCENT]: Black cat bring good luck. Not bad luck. I have black cat - See, him face - And I am not dead today: Good luck!
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“See him face”
I sure fucking do see him face
Him face
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“T-thanks for the clothes, Dean. I’ll bring them back,” Kevin said nervously. “No need, Sam went to your place and brought your stuff here. You’re staying with me and Cas,” Dean told him. “Dean, I can’t. Vought-“ “Can shove it where the sun don’t shine. They want to send Homelander after us, let ‘em. We don’t turn our back on family, especially when they’re struggling,” Dean declared boldly. Kevin hugged him, fighting back tears. “Let it out, kid.” As if he’d been given permission, Kevin broke down with a heart wrenching cry, crumbling to his knees. Dean held him, humming an old Beatles song and rocking softly.
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The Robbers in Home Alone: “He’s a kid. Kid’s are stupid. He might even let us in.”
Kevin: “I have a mandate from God to protect this house and, by God, I will do everything in my power to fulfill it.”
THIS CHILD WISHES TO CHOOSE VIOLENCE
Kevin in the first movie is just doing what most 8 year olds in that situation would do if they could
Kevin in the second movie has realized that the Wet And Sticky Bandits (no) are immortal and therefore he no longer has to hold back
prev!!! this is brilliant! You know the Bats would absolutely adopt him. just like "sorry lady forgetting your kid three times means hes up for grabs now kids mine"
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#also since in the second movie he's projecting a toy store and charity money and NOT his house #pretty sure that technically makes him vigilante #next year the mccallisters forget him AGAIN but this time in gotham and you know where i'm going with this
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This post is making the rounds again as it is December and I just want to add to this thread.
Batman adopts Kevin. Kevin rains hell on the Joker. The Joker survives because the Kevin effect is that it is funnier for someone to survive Kevin’s plans so Kevin can continue to torture him than it is for him to die.
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Reblog to give a trans person a fresh and perfectly ripe mango wait huh
It's the wikipedia image??? How big could it be
What
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Huh???
can see the pores on that thang
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Dean leaned against the wall, watching Kevin sleep. "He's safe, Dean, safe and warm with people who care for him." Castiel gently led his husband to the kitchen and sat him down with a cup of coffee. "You are admirable for sheltering him, for wanting to protect him. I love you more for it." Dean sighed. "Just want to help Kevin get his head right. He's sensitive and this mess really threw his whole world off-kilter. I know he made a bad choice, but he's a friend and I can't just abandon him. Kid doesn't have anyone else." "He has us, Dean. Bobby's coming for dinner tomorrow, so is Jody, Ellen, Jo, Ash, and Charlie. He's far from alone," Castiel pointed out, taking Dean's hand. "After all, family don't end in blood." "Damn right it doesn't."
"This is why you don't drink 12 Bahama Babes in a row, genius," Sam joked as The Deep puked up the fruity yet deceptively strong drinks. Sam loved Ash like a brother, but there was a reason he avoided the cocktails his friend came up with: they pack a mean punch. "All I taste is rum," Kevin moaned out, trying to keep his stomach where it belonged. Dean was busy making up his guest room, saying it was the least he could do for an old friend going through a rough time. Later, the brothers would make sure Kevin knew he still had a home with them. Because a wise man had once taught two lost boys that 'Family don't end in blood.'
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“The Deep is completely non responsive, his apartment is partially flooded, and there’s a dead octopus in his closet. The doctors say he’s catatonic,” Ashley said in a rush as Homelander entered the medical ward. Homelander ignored her, staring at where Deep was lying on a bed with his back to them. The doctor approached him. “It’s unknown when or if he will return to us. Right now, all we can do is provide the best possible care, and hope that he recovers,” she told him, “Talk to him, be patient, and let him know that he is safe-“ “When has Vought ever been safe?” Homelander asked, “24/7 guards on his room, I don’t care if Black Noir has to take a shift. Your top people only.” With that, he walked in and settled by the bed, starting a vigil that had no known end. “I’m here, Little Fish, you’re okay,” he said softly. Kevin didn’t move. John hadn’t expected him to.
Dean didn’t know when Homelander had decided he was the expert on all things parenting, but he did, and hey if it kept the star-spangled psychopath from killing someone, Dean would happily do what he could. John wants Ryan to have a great Halloween, with costumes and candy and (age appropriate) scares. So Dean ropes Sam and Castiel into decorating the penthouse with as many spooky things as possible, meaning they just rely on memories of past hunts for everything, toned down to be scary, not outright terrifying. The size of the gift basket they receive implies it was a job well done.
Deep curled up on his bed, exhausted and alone. Six months of community service, a $1,000 fine, one year of probation, and alcohol counseling. He got off light. No one at Vought answered his calls for a lawyer, for bail money, for help. His parents were far more concerned with their neighbors' perception of them than their own son. Kevin couldn't deny it anymore. He was fully on his own, with no one who cared, or even noticed.
The Deep trashes his apartment after discovering that Vought cut him out of all promotional material for The 7. By the time he’s done, there’s nothing left but pieces of broken furniture and shattered glass littering the floor. Believing that he has absolutely nothing left to live for, Kevin takes his own life. The aftermath of his final act leads to public outrage, and even a Federal investigation into why Vought failed to keep an eye on The Deep to ensure that he had sufficient care for his psychological needs during his ‘sabbatical’ from the company.
Sam took a sip of his beer, watching The Deep try-and fail-to score with Jo. Dean glanced over at his brother and rolled his eyes, drawing a chuckle. After Jo stormed into the kitchen, Dean stood up and made his way over to the bar. Sam didn’t hear the brief conversation, but The Deep paid and left real quick, face pale. “What did you say to him?” Sam asked as Dean rejoined him with fresh beers. “That if Jo wanted a piece of him, his gills would already be hanging up on her wall,” Dean replied, a smirk gracing his face.
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