Hey little train, wait for me, I once was blind but now I see. have you left a seat for me?*

-rape psa:

-i'm kind of in fannish love with Sandy and i've only seen her act as the crossroads demon. it's weird what being in fandom does to you, where you end up liking/giving a shit about people whose work you barely know. i used to have these impossibly high standards about liking famous people, because i hated this society's fascination with all things famous, and now look at me. liking a girl because i've seen a few youtube clips and i've read fanfic about her. also, her face and her body make every argument completely invalid, but yes-- my sense of discernment has gone by the wayside.

-Cas & Dean

"HELLO, HUMANS. LOOK AT YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER. NOW BACK TO ME. NOW BACK TO HIM. NOW BACK TO ME.

"SADLY, HE IS NOT ME. BUT IF HE SWALLOWED BROKEN GLASS AND CHASED IT WITH WHISKEY, HE COULD SOUND LIKE HE'S ME.

"LOOK DOWN, BACK UP, WHERE ARE YOU? YOU'RE IN A DEN OF INIQUITY WITH THE ANGEL YOUR MAN COULD SOUND LIKE.

"WHAT'S IN YOUR HAND? BACK TO ME. I HAVE IT: IT'S A WINCHESTER. LOOK AGAIN: THE WINCHESTER IS NOW NAKED. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE WHEN YOUR MAN SOUNDS LIKE CASTIEL AND NOT A LADY.

"I'M A BADASS MOTHERFUCKER."

:D:D:D:D:D fandom even makes that horrible finale palatable. i think the trick is to treat heart-break with crack. imagine Godstiel as a grandstanding megalomaniacal kinkbastard and for a sec you can almost forget that Castiel, devoted guardian angel in the worship and service of Dean Winchester, no longer exists. omg, i make myself cry again. poo.


- anybody else going to watch Cry Wolf and chat tomorrow? no? just me? meh.

* the little train is Castiel