Don't Mind Me
After hearing my mother say this while watching the last episode, I've decided my new go-to phrase to describe Supernatural should be: MY GOD WHAT KIND OF SHOW IS THIS? Because seriously? If you reflect on it for a moment, it becomes clear that those boys have had some sorry-ass, sadsack, unfortunate fucking lives and a little birdie told me it's not going to get sunshine and lollipops in a big rush. No, really, their mother burnt to death, telekinetically suspended on the ceiling on the ceiling?! They got hauled around the country by an emotionally-frostbitten father with a vengeance streak a mile wide, hit by a semi, possessed by demons, wrongly accused of murder, mutilated by pagan gods, accosted by trucker hats and Dean's bunny died and... MY GOD WHAT KIND OF SHOW IS THIS?
It's my kind, babydolls, it's my kind.
:::Laivine still wants to put on a tiara and run around the yard like a fool with how much she loves her little CW horror show....YES STILL::::
It's my kind, babydolls, it's my kind.
:::Laivine still wants to put on a tiara and run around the yard like a fool with how much she loves her little CW horror show....YES STILL::::