I don't understand tumblr. Or anything it asks me.

 

He’s not allowed to direct things.  People whose faces I enjoy are to stop falling in love with directing things.  But I love that Breckin wrote another episode, do you think when he first wrote it it was basically just all about Seth Green again and then they had to explain that wasn’t okay EVERY TIME and so he wrote Ryan Phillippe in instead?  That’s what I’m assuming has happened.

He’s not allowed to direct things.  People whose faces I enjoy are to stop falling in love with directing things.  But I love that Breckin wrote another episode, do you think when he first wrote it it was basically just all about Seth Green again and then they had to explain that wasn’t okay EVERY TIME and so he wrote Ryan Phillippe in instead?  That’s what I’m assuming has happened.

"He learned things a little differently. The hard way. Surviving a lonely childhood, a stinkin’ war, only to get married and have his wife taken by a demon. And later killed by one himself. That man got a bum rap around every turn. But you know what? He kept going. And in the end, he did a hell of a lot more good than he did bad.”

Oh my god the happiness when Being Nice to John Winchester happens randomly on my dash:):):):):):):)  Also the much that John loves Dean?  IT’S VERY VERY MUCH.  AND IT’S VERY BEAUTIFUL and still every week when I watch Supernatural I am confused that this is not what the show is about.  This is so what the show is about.

(Source: winchestrbrothrs)

It sounds to me like you’re hiding Rita’s stuff under the settee like a villain. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

I WOULD NOT DO THAT. I HATE YOU.

Did you take the cushions out from under the settee? How does she know that under the settee is a place?

I still have cushions but they are FALLIBLE and the internet recommended PIPE INSULATION but it didn’t work and I have checked around ALL THE CUSHIONS and nothing is there but Rita doesn’t love me any more,

There is a part of my soul that is in the shape and colours of this incarnation of hg2g.  It is a taste in the back of my throat, or a texture, or something.  It is unlike other things.

(Source: partywithponies)

My dog thinks something is lost under the settee.

There’s nothing there.  I can’t find it. I don’t know what it is. She is so sad and she’s whining at me and I CANNOT HELP HER, she looks so betrayed, but there is nothing there.

This is quite stressful.