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Oct. 8th, 2011 01:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The following is a representation in gif form of me the entire first five minutes.

PS, I'll be needing a frame by frame photo set of Dean's exposed thigh in the tiny hospital gown. I'm just saying. (Tumblr will never fail me.)
AND he sawed that shit right off too, because he can lol omg.
SO BASICALLY Colin Ford is Jared Padalecki, right? My God, the hair. And the eyebrows. But the second your sideburns start growing into sentient proportions a la Padalecki style, we're going to have words, Colin.
Jewelllll I love you I love you! Apparently in an article she said she and Jensen have known each other for years? INTRIGUING TELL ME MORE. :D
Ggowi3jae;woifj I can't believe they actually went there at the end. I was all, she has a kid! She's fiiiiine. Jfc, how fucked up are you right now, Dean. I'm honestly rather shocked. It brings me back to thinking about in season 2 about how the boys come to the conclusion (for the most part) that hunting isn't just black and white; there's gray areas, like when they let Lenore go. But, I think, Dean has lost trust and faith in pretty much everyone around him and he's got no more fucks left to give, even when doing something like killing Amy breaks Sam's trust in him. And that is scary. And I'm not saying that as an excuse for Dean, either. It was wrong. But given how much of a quick downward psychological spiral he's descending into, I think he's latching onto a) the thing he knows how to do best and b) the thing he falls back on when he's angry/scared/desperate: hunting.
SO, yes, fandom will have it's exploady times complete with snap judgments and bitchfits, but, eh. I'm working long hours this week, so it'll give me less time to rage.
BUT NEXT WEEK OMG NEXT WEEEEEEEK I am so very excited.
Urgh, this is the second week in a row I'm working 35+ hours, six days in a row. I'm ecstatic to have a paycheck again (like I had today, first one since late June!), but really. Urgh.