Plot Twist: We found Alaska.
I’m not in the mood for anything but a nap tbh.
at a hella cool castle
the groom channeled Thranduil and the Baratheons
the bridesmaids were elf maidens
the court jester and town crier were there
the cakes were gorgeous
luckily a friar was passing through town who was able to officiate (“mawwaige,” he said, “is what bwings us togevver today”)
the bride’s chariot was pulled by the most beautiful creature
unfortunately, as with all medieval weddings, there is the dragon problem
This mark of Cain is making Dean see things very black and white, he doesn’t care who you are anymore…Just don’t get in his way…
Holy crap, and we never see Dean’s arm in end verse… I accept.
Is it possible to want something and not want something at the same time?
the end is coming