To just sleep in a car like this, with your best friend or boyfriend and not worry because its just you two and tomorrow you’re just going to climb out of bed and into the front of the car where you’ll drive off. Another day on your road trip together, living, laughing, loving.
But then you hear a noise outside. Your friend goes to investigate and never comes back. You wait, and then decide to go looking for them. You grab a torch and climb out and scan the trees with the light.
You hear a dripping noise behind you.
You turn around and see water dripping onto the car, but it’s not raining. You shine the torch onto the water, and realise it’s red. It’s blood. You look up, and there’s your friend, hanging from the tree above, stomach ripped open and hand reaching down, dripping blood.
You go to scream but then something hits you from behind.
You were in the first five minutes of Supernatural.
…and a fandom strikes again.
BOW DOWN TO THE KING
REBLOG IF YOU EVER SEE THE CREATOR OF TUMBLR .
Rule one: Reblog the creator.
Rule two: If you don’t blog the creator, get off of Tumblr
Rule three: It is impossible to ignore rule one so rule two is generally invalid.
One must always reblog the Master of All Playtime!
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
The click click click of her heels on the tiles announced her presence before she called my name.
“Dante” a slight pause “what are you doing?”
“Should be fairly obvious, Emily” I snarked. I mean I’m clearly drowning someone.
“Point. What do you think of my outfit?”
I looked up at her for the…