My mum just offered me a cup of tea and then did not make me one. Good grief. That is like. I am at a loss. Did I run over her cat and/or lover?
It has been brought to my attention, via
sirryluv, that Sam and Dean are so big and gay and ridiculous that they belong in a chickflick soundtrack. Just talking about their epic love story has got 'I can't live if living is without you' stuck in my head. THAT IS HOW USELESS YOU ARE, BOYS. YOU ARE MARIAH CAREY-LEVEL USELESS.
Similarly, the latest edition of
A Softer World has been giving me some serious Stanford-era!Dean wincest vibes. Nff. I feel the need for an angry, hurty Stanford-era fic binge now. With or without Mariah Carey.
(I am putting off watching the next episode of Gilmore Girls, for all I am seriously rooting for some Lorelai/Luke action, because I fear it may well be the episode where Rory does ridiculous things in the name of MILO FREAKING VENTIMIGLIA.
Why, Rory? Why would you do that? Yes, he may read Ginsberg, but Dean is DEAN.)
Music: I have no Mariah Carey, but here is some Dead Can Dance-
Rakim. (I just downloaded this album today, and listening to that song first track made me FLAIL IN MUSIC FANATICAL EXCITEMENT.)
(I full on typed DEAN CAN DANCE there first. Which, I am sure he can. And I would love to watch.)