i’ll love you til the day that they lay me in my grave and on my headstone they will write “here lies a woman who was desperately in love with a kid who was never rewarded for the good things he’s done, who never asked for reward, who died a pointless death, who…
“NO NO ITS OK HE CAN RECOVER WE CAN JUST PUT BAND AIDS ON THIS NO NO NO NO NO THIS IS JUST THE FIRST TIME IN A LINE OF TIMES HE DIES RIGHT BECAUSE NOBODY STAYS DEAD ON THIS SHOW NONNONONONONONONONONONONO”—me, sobbing on the ground, right now (via mishadmitrikrushniccollins)
rip kevin tran at least you will be with your moma and girlfriend. im so sorry you got screwed over the moment you became the prophet. also we will never see him, charlie, cas, dean, and sam bond and that hurts the most. deans fam is breaking apart again
did anyone else do that thing when they were in elementary where you write T H I S on your knuckles and a stick figure on one palm and a scribble on the other and you go “this is bob bob says hi this is bob when the car comes by” thing. that was messed up.
I’ve been laughing for three years over the fact that in ye old England you could chose to have ‘trial by cake’ in which you ate a piece of cake and if you choked you were guilty and if you didn’t you were innocent, and the only time it was used the guy on trial fucking choked and was executed for it