Btw If This Is Actually Dobby For Real And Forever Then I'm Beyond Pissed That We Didn't Get An Open

I thought you went to Texas.

Lil Wayne here!!

Funniest thing spn could have done is have Dean and Sam keep their own hunters journals like John did but Sam's is a glimpse into his horrible little mind where he calculated exactly how much demon blood he'd need to drink to do various things to demons and Dean's is the equivalent of writing "Mr Castiel Winchester" in pink glitter gel pen over and over again

Presumed dead - if I look really hard at the studies for my research proposal does that count as doing it and therefore you will send the fic

this is prob the only thing i can give that you haven't seen already that doesn't spoil what happens but i will say take this paragraph with a grain of salt lmao

Gripping him tight or something like that

Ref

“You are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch.”

Okay fuck him then???

Dean: The whole Cas thing must be pretty shocking huh

Mary: Not really, you had a crush on a little boy at your preschool

Dean, choking on his beer: what

Mary: *shrugs*

Dean: I was talking about angels being real?????

Mary: Oh. Yeah that was pretty weird

Metgala had passed once again, and I can't stop thinking about how badly the Batsiblings would judge every look they see. Bruce Wayne taught them to style themselves and be dolls, NOT for this.

Dick, throwing chips in TV: Go, Kylie, go! Give us nothing!

Tim: As the most fashionable sibling out of all of us, I can't stress enough how this pains me.

Stephanie: Be fr, Cass is the most fashionable one, lol.

Damian: Not to appear as Drake's supporter, but Brown, I know that you are not joining us to judge this humiliation ritual, when you wear violet converses with yellow capri pants.

Duke: This year's topic, and the way they handle it, offend me personally. Like. Please. Cassandra, nodding: You would... Slay. Jason: God, I will slay these idiots with my sword, WHAT IS THIS? Another black suit?!

Everyone: *dead silence for a whole minute* Dick, swallowing: That is surely not what I think it is. Jason: I am starting to shoot in a minute. Tim, closing his eyes: I am speechless. Bruce Wayne on their screens, who was invited to the Metgala, but was suggested by the PR-team to wear the most boring outfit, so people would still perceive him as a bimbo with no thoughts behind his big blue eyes: *waving at the camera* Stephanie, scrolling her phone: Oh, that's not a thirst trap edits with this look on my timeline that I see. Everyone: *terrified screech*