Narvin?

Narvin?

Always.

15.08 Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven [deleted scenes]

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This one is for grammarly.

I see you.

I see you after all you've done to me.

You come in, sweep me off my feet, correct my comma usage and wrap me around your little finger making me dependent on you.

You taunt me with your premium features, making me wish I had just a little more money to fully commit to you and you never go on any good sale.

Then you drop me into a filthy hole with the rest of the garbage by incorporating ai that can't tell the difference between its and it's and leave me to rot.

So I move on, I find something better than you could ever be. Just for you to flash a 50% off sale in my face like we were nothing. Like I never meant a goddamn thing to you.

Now you want me back?!?!

After all this, this how you want to wine and dine me back into your arms?

Well, I won't play your game. I've grieved our parting already and now I feel nothing but utter indifference toward you.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

WHO IS USING THIS

AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

What if anything will persuade you to write SPN /reader fanfics?

Pretty sure that nothing could persuade me to write character/reader fic for any fandom. I'm only invested enough in how existing characters relate to each other to get creative.

I swear, Tumblr actually quivers like there's a small earthquake whenever Misha Collins does a thing. Like, I won't find out until tomorrow morning what he's done this time, but I know he's done something...

It's like a great disturbance in the force.