#KevinLives

when i travel i like to take hilariously bad pictures of common tourist things, because anyone can take a nice picture of them, so i’d rather take a shitty one i can laugh at later 

Dabb: Sorry, man. You can’t go in. Covid.

Misha: Oh, well… okay.

Dabb: *holds door open for ten actors playing vampire-mimes*

Misha: Umm … why’d they get to go in?

Dabb: *holds door open for random vampire chick*

Misha: And what about her? Wasn’t she from like, season 3 or something?

Dabb: *holds door for fifty pie-festival extras*

Misha: Okay, now hold on!

Dabb: *holds door open for dog*

Right now, I should be reblogging my 1000th Supernatural gif from the final episode. I should be crying over the last images of Team Free Will all together, I should be reading new meta every ten minutes about what the boys went on to do. I should be looking at fan art that doesn’t need to “fix” things, just honor them. I should be crying with all of you over how much we’ll miss the show, and you all should be crying to me about the same thing. We should all be sharing in these moments together, but instead, we’ve all been pulled apart– only united by anger. I am seeing long-time fans saying they’re leaving the fandom and never coming back. I’m seeing others try to stay dedicated, but it’s hard because they’re so heartbroken. And I am watching as others try to defend what they know to be true, only to have their posts get flooded with hate.

I am mad that the only thing I was ever certain of regarding this finale, was that I would still feel the same love for this show that I used to after it was over … and yet, somehow, they turned that certainty into doubt.

He was happy with his dog, he was free and ready to move on, he even got a job, it was not fair what happened to him #DeanWinchesterDeservedBetter 😭😭😭