“the tardis is shut up in your garden and there isn’t even a worldwide crisis i can focus on! i’d say keeping me occupied is a matter of grave importance!”
“doctor, i think it’s about time that you learned to wait around a bit.”
“can’t – can’t i just come to work with you?”
“oh, sure, i bet u.n.i.t. would take you in, arms wide open and all that.”
“well, um, on second thought – ”
“ – there’s knitting patterns in the bathroom and i’m sure the cat would be delighted to find there’s someone in the house that can speak the language. i’ll be back by five, six at the latest.”
“thanks, jones.”
(Source: jbaggles--moved)
Watching season one of Supernatural [1.16], and:
Meg: Sam, I’m sorry. It’s just, the way you told me he treats you… if it were me, I’d kill him.
…this is season one, they cannot be foreshadowing the end of season five. I don’t think Kripke & co. even knew that’s where the show was heading mid-season one.
But that’s logic, and I don’t always like logic in my enjoyment of Supernatural, so I am going to pretend that they were foreshadowing Michael v Lucifer, and sit here, mind blown, and trying not to sob into my nachos.
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Citizens, rejoice! I have finally stopped fucking up my attempts to sort this account out.
(In my defense, I have been solidly lurking for the past six-plus months on my other account, and tumblr has undergone some layout changes. Also, I suck.)
