Dear Steven Moffat,
If 10.2 and Rose aren’t madly in love, married, with a kid, and insanely happy in the 50th anniversary I pray a plague of locusts descends upon your home and eats all of your shrubbery and I pray for a virus to eradicate your writing software.
And I’ll summon the powers of the Supernatural fandom to enable this. No salt can save you.
You have one task Moffat.
We got your back.
The Supernatural fandom
do you ever feel like
not in a suicidal way dont get me wrong but like you’re so irrelevant and unnecessary that the world would just keep turning without you perfectly normally
like a personification of my life would be one of those charms for phones
they’re not needed there they just sort of dangle and occasionally someone says ‘ay look at that thing’
the phone would be fine without it