Well that line is a good example, yes. Jensen sees a tragic ending for spn because Dean sees a tragic ending for himself, and that’s where the character bleed comes in. Jensen said once that Dean doesn’t spend a lot of time psychoanalyzing himself, and he doesn’t spend a lot of time psychoanalyzing Dean. He knows his character very well, VERY well, but when it comes to looking at the future, he sees what Dean sees, and right now that is nothing but tragedy.
Luckily for us, as I said before, Carver doesn’t seem to have this same tragic ending in mind. If he’s allowed to end this sooner rather than later, spn should end on a hopeful (if not happy) note.
Honestly at this point if it did end in tragedy, Carver’s entire era would be such a waste. Thinking about the series ending with Dean dead makes my soul ache and I actually may have shed a tear earlier thinking about it. I would be literally devastated, and I know many others would be as well. I know some people think spn should end tragically, but this isn’t Kripke’s show anymore and we’re not in season 5. Carver has been building up something important for 2 years now and if it was all just so Dean could live up to his expectations of dying with a gun in his hand I don’t know if I could ever get over that.
Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.
HARRY POTTER DUBSTEP
JUST PRESS PLAY.
My soul is orgasming.
Put on headphones
Close your eyes.
The year is 2016, a new cult of Death Eaters has arisen and left Europe in ruins. You travel to London to find the leader and destroy the group once and for all.
The worst thing about being naked and then being hit by a car is that road rash is a problem for skin.
Why was I naked in the middle of the road at noon? I’m glad you asked, imaginary other half of this conversation! I have no idea. Some characteristics of bipolar disorder include dissociation, hallucinations, and fugue states, so sometimes, I wake up in places I didn’t go to sleep.
Has this ever been a problem? My, you are inquisitive, imaginary conversation partner! And also a bad listener. See aforementioned attempt to befriend a windshield.
So there I am, nude, rolling on the hood of a car screaming about the government conspiracy to take away my feet. Not my real feet, just my brain feet.
I’m about six inches from the concrete when I realize, in slow motion: like the exact opposite of a bank robbery, this… is not how I imagined my life would turn out.
When I was young, I broke both of my ankles because I was sure a cape would enable me to fly. My parents attributed this to my strong imagination. When I did this last year, my therapist called it a delusion. I fail to see the difference.
Also, I really can fly and see the future and make people leave coffee shops with my mind 43% of the time. The point is, here is a list of things my brain has told me to do: join a cult, start a cult, become a cabinet maker, kill myself (so, in essence, become a cabinet maker), break into and then paint other peoples’ houses, have sex with literally everyone who reminds me of my mother, fight people who are much… fightier than me, like the cops (so, in essence, kill myself).
I think a lot about killing myself, not like a point on a map, but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave. See, when I’m up I don’t kill myself because holy shit! there’s so much left to do! And when I’m down, I don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over and the sadness is the old paint under the new. I’d still be me without it, but I’d be so boring!
When they first told me I had bipolar disorder, I was somehow still surprised like, “You mean not everyone sees demons and feels as though they are covered in insects several times a day?” As it turns out, seeing and feeling things that aren’t technically there is called “disordered cognitive functioning”. I call it “having a fucking superpower”. Sometimes, I see people as colors. This guy right here (gestures to man in audience) is purple, which means he just got a promotion or a blow job. A blowmotion, if you will.
Y’all, sometimes I really can see the future. The future, it looks like a child in a cape. The future looks like gravity. Everyone just wants to be a part of someone else. The future is a small town we’re all gonna move to someday. I saw the future. I did, and in it, I was alive.
My god, I was alive.
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND PEOPLE WHO DON’T GET EMOTIONALLY INVESTED IN MOVIES LIKE HOW DO YOU NOT FALL IN LOVE OVER AND OVER WITH CHARACTERS AND DROOL OVER CINEMATOGRAPHY AND CRY AT THE SOUNDTRACKS AND STOP BREATHING OVER THE BEAUTY OF THE WORDS I GO INTO A CINEMA AND I WALK OUT A DIFFERENT PERSON HOW DOES THIS NOT HAPPEN TO EVERYONE???/
happy dean winchester is saved day!!
because the writers may have forgotten about the handprint, but i’m sure these two haven’t
Whenever my friend says goodnight to me on Skype he sends me this gif
and I wanted to send it to him tonight so I went to Google “black man turning off lamp” but Google autofill changed it to “black man turning into jet” and I got this
Long story short it’s 1am and I’ve been laughing at this for approximately 20 years
Which one of you assholes brought this back
Hey, remember when we thought this was, like, a fun superhero parody with silly songs and whatnot? And we all laughed and laughed? And then the last five minutes happened?
WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT
he got everything he wanted, and it only cost him a Penny
Top 3 phrases that’ll create sexual tension
- "Make me",
- "oh really",
- "is that so"
"What’s in it for me?"
"The Black Death was one of the most devastating pandemics in human history, resulting in the deaths of an estimated 75 to 200 million people and peaking in Europe in the years 1348–50 CE."
that last one definitely did it for me.
A month-long imagination invasion.
"Every year, my wife and I devote the month of November to convincing our children their plastic dinosaur figures come to life while they sleep.
It began modestly enough. The kids woke up to discover that the dinosaurs had gotten into a box of cereal and made a mess on the kitchen table.”
If I am ever a parent, this will certainly be me.