I couldn’t I couldn’t handle that 30 sec trailer. I just couldnt i freaked out and started crying. How the hell am i going to survive the christmas special. I can’t. I can’t do it. please dear god i can’t
do you ever get the urge to clean your entire room and then 5 minutes after u start you’re like nah son and u just lay on the floor
"Went to the store, sat on Santa’s lap.
Asked him to bring my friends all kinds of crap.
He said all you need is to write them a song.
Now, you haven’t heard it yet, so don’t try to sing along.
No, don’t sing along.”
i held it in,
but now it seems you’ve set itrunning free.
When War Doctor left, he regenerated into a new man.
The Ninth Doctor.
He didn’t remember anything about what happened before. Seeing his future self, saving Gallifrey…
But he did know that he had to go,
to find something.
Something that had to do with…
OH SHIT OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY GOD MOFFAT YOU GENIUS YOU FUCKING I CAN’T ANYMORE WITH THIS SHOW THE CONTINUITY RETCONS A SHITLOAD BUT IT STILL MAKES SENSE
how to stay warm in your freezing bedroom:
put on a comfy sweater
put a sweatshirt on over it
put leggings on
put sweatpants on over them
4 pairs of fuzzy socks
light your bed on fire
and a partridge in a pear tree
so this is their grave, right? dean, sam, and castiel were buried here. somewhere on bobby’s property. damn angel made a tree when he died.
There’s an abandoned field round these parts. Maybe you’ve heard of it? This drunk used to run a salvage yard outta there, some guy named Singer. Never met the man myself, but my father says he went crazy after he killed his wife, rambling about ghosts and demons. I don’t think anyone even cared when he died. When I was fourteen, me and my friends decided to check the place out. Folks around here say it’s haunted, but we didn’t buy into all that. My dad had already been, says there was nothing to see, but we had to check it out. We didn’t find any ghosts or monsters, or anything else really out of the ordinary. Mostly, there were just scraps of metal, cars that never got repaired. We were on our way out when we saw it. This old, black car was parked in the middle of a field with Kansas plates, and a tree had shot up through the hood. Now, my dad never said nothing about a tree growin up through no car, and a tree that size don’t just shoot up overnight. We ran, told everyone, but no one believed us. Said, that tree had probably been like that for years. Finally, we talked to some old woman, claimed she used to be the sheriff around these parts. She told me the day the car came to park there was the day three boys died and saved the world. She said one of em was an angel and the other two were brothers and they stopped something called a Leviathan from ‘eating the world.’ Her words, not mine. We thought she was insane, and we didn’t think much on it until a couple a years ago. Now, my kids had been up there, my grandkids when they got old enough, and it was fine, none of em thinking anything was wrong with the place. I was walking with my daughter’s baby girl, she couldn’ta been more than five at the time, and we passed the tree. She tugged at my hand, said, “Gran,” and she’s smiling the biggest smile I ever saw. I said, “What, baby girl?” And she asks if I see them. I shake my head. She says, “Sam, Dean, and Cas. They’re sleeping now, Gran. They were so tired.” Needless to say, I got us out of there pretty quick, but I’ll never forget what she said. She draws them sometimes. One’s really freakin’ tall with too long hair. The other kinda reminds me of James Dean, and the last one. She says he’s an angel, and I just wanna know what kinda angel parades around in a dirty trench coat. She says they were heroes, and I think maybe that old sheriff I met when I was kid wasn’t so crazy after all.
JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE