but I think I already know what happens anyway
there are these two brothers and their parents are dead and they fight demons with salt, and then a few seasons later there is a charming angel who is super gay for the one who is not a moose, and he’s like raaar gripped you tight and raised you from perdition, why is the pizza man spanking the babysitter, and god writes slashfic, and then one of them goes to hell, or both of them, and they all die a lot, and the gay trenchcoat angel is all kinds of evil but then he dies and comes back and there’s another dude everyone likes who says idjit and HE dies and everyone is waiting until he comes back and there’s a creepy manifestation of the devil who embodies creepypasta non-con fic with the moose, and now everyone is sad about everything all the time forever also every lady who has sex is going to die
That should be the Wikipedia entry on Supernatural because it is dead-on.
You forgot about the incestuous co-dependency.
One of the great things about having kids is you can use them as an excuse to watch children’s movies. Also, my lovely daughter shares in my deep Myazaki love, so there’s that. I still think I’m more excited than she is.
Also, this is going to be her first ever movie in the theater. :D
I AM IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION.
The lovely gypseian brought it to my attention that I never completed her one sentence ask prompt like I said I would. I bet her chocolate I’d do it before the end of the week.
Prompt: Ben/Claire. Go.
Ben didn’t want to leave. He had made a home in Jacksonville and for once he felt comfortable just staying in one place. But he knew from the moment she’d mumbled “let’s get out of here” and looked up at him sleepily through her long, curled lashes that he’d follow her anywhere she wanted to go. Claire’s long blond hair spread out like a silk scarf on the comforter as she slept, snuggled into the space between his arm and his heart.
See, you even got 4 sentences on account of lateness, plus I fought with autocorrect to post this for you from my phone. You owe me chocolate.
Step 1: Be an average pretty boy with green eyes, light brown hair and freckles.
I have dark brown hair that looks lighter because this picture is washed out, and my eyes are actually more grey than green, but who is keeping score.
Step 2: Have some sort of necklace or amulet that you wear on the outside of your shirt.
(This was mah daddy’s! Looks nothing like the Samulet, I just wear it all the time)
Step 3: Get some sort of flannel or denim overshirt. The more beat up, the better, BECAUSE YOU’RE FROM MIDDLE AMERICA, DAMMIT.
Step 4: Get a vintage car length leather coat, and POP THE COLLAR ON THAT SONUVABITCH!
Step 5: Listen to rock and be generally awesome and shit.
Step 6: Duck lips, bitches.
Step 7: BE ANGRY ABOUT EVERYTHING. Shout abuse at demons. Shout abuse at angels. Shout abuse at your younger brother. Be sarcastic when asked about your feelings. BE THE ORNERIEST SONUVABITCH THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN.
Step 8: Have a pop culture reference for everything.
Step 9: Eat like there is no tomorrow. Because for all you know, there might not be.
And make sure that shit is unhealthy as possible.
Step 10: Drink. Drink a fucking TON.
Step 11: Cry grossly over the trench coat of your totally not boyfriend angel best friend. Make sure Sammy doesn’t see you…
And congratulations, you are now Dean Winchester. Good lucking huntin’ things and savin’ people and all that!
Holy shit, I can’t believe I just spent my time making that. I am so weird…
This is for you, GYPSEIAN.
(Source: thesockmonkeyrenegade, via salroka)