being part of a fandom has made me really good at having quiet, contained mental breakdowns
like if you saw me in public you would never guess that at that very moment i was having a complete emotional upheaval over fictional characters
you would have no idea
Sam: You know Cas, you’ve got some nice firm tomatoes there. Need any help?
Castiel: I would very much enjoy you aiding me in spreading my seed around.
Dean: Back that hoe up Sammy, that moist soil is where I plant my cucumber.
I don’t think you understand how emotional this makes me:
HE CALLED HIM SAM, NOT MOOSE, NOT JOLLY GREEN, NOT GIRAFFE. JUST SAM. I’M GONNA CRY.
OH MY GOD, lololol. :D
#there is no garrison any more
Art is the Weapon
I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST CRAYONS BUT THEN IT WASN’T
IT’S A WEAPON OF MASS CREATION