Anyone Wanna Confess Their Undying Love For Me Before 2020 Drops Another Bomb On Us?

anyone wanna confess their undying love for me before 2020 drops another bomb on us?

me, talking to my ridiculously smart friends:

reblog to save a life, i didn’t know this

"why are you booing me, i'm right"

stop being mean to dean. i, too, just stared ahead blankly the whole time that cas was speaking because my brain was short circuiting and i couldn’t say anything for about an hour and a half. so that repressed motherfucker would’ve needed approximately 5-7 business days before he could’ve reacted to that and he got ONE MINUTE. 

Thesis: the rise of fanwank and anti culture correlates directly with diminished understanding of what “romantic”, in a literary sense, actually means.

It doesn’t mean “this is ideal or healthy or even realistic”. It means “this is beautiful, this is tragic, this is grotesque, this stirs emotion”, even if it’s not, as @starryroom puts it, something you would be comfortable seeing play out in front of you at Taco Bell. It’s about grandiosity and mythology and heroism writ large. It’s about playing with the id, as beautiful and terrible as it can be. 

julie and the phantoms is NOT about a ghost boyband and their emotional support human, it’s about a human and her emotional support ghost boyband. don’t get it twisted.