gabriel, narrating to whoever’s writing the old testament, deciding he’s about to be hilarious: oh yeah michael’s sword is flaming, make sure you get that in there
why did he choose to cuddle the dog like that. why do he choose to rock it back and forth in his big strong arms. why is that the image I see when I close my eyes at night and think on all the many mistakes in life that have lead me here
the best season of spn is a different question from the most coherent season of spn which is different from the most memorable season of spn which is different from the season with the highest number of solid episodes which is different from the spn season with the best overarching plot which is different from your favorite season of spn which is different from the season you think about the most
Firstly, I’m tired of this narrative of people getting up at the crack of dawn when they have nowhere to go. I would like to end this narrative so I’m not judged for wanting to sleep until I want to sleep.
Sully is so precious. Even now he’s just like ok, ok Sam. Your needs first. I’m here and you work through your trauma.
Agreeing with Dean. Who the hell would eat mashmallow nachos? Maybe if I get drunk enough I’ll try it. Has anyone?