some people are born with tornados in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
the fact that sam is like. alright. how is cas back? is it really cas? what’s going on? and dean is like i LITERALLY do not care it’s cas and he’s back i am not going to question anything because if i start questioning things they might start falling apart. it’s cas because he said it’s him there are no strings because he said they aren’t. now i’m gonna go put a cowboy hat on him.
My favorite thing about reading adult fantasy is just accepting that the first hundred pages or so isn’t going to make any fucking sense. You won’t be able to keep the characters or the places straight and you’ll have very few hints regarding the plot but by the time you hit page 200 you’re all in.
You waited. And now you see Michael Sheen and David Tennant, being perfectly effable. (On our Soho set. The bookshop is on the left. Could that be a pub on the right?)
who fucking litters. why do i ever see litter. who thinks that’s okay. who. who NEEDS to throw their fast food bag out the fucking window instead of waiting until they get somewhere with a trashcan. what kinda clown behavior. get fucked.
From the thumbnnail I thought that it was just a jacket thrown over a box that the kitty had made himself comfortable on. I was NOT expecting the tiny little defeated voice to emerge.
