Like I watch tv sometimes, and I’ll put up with anything.
I’ll watch an episode of some garbage CW show—
You know, I don’t wanna name an actual show so let’s just make one up; let’s call it “Supernatural.”
So I’ll watch an episode of “Supernatural” and I’ll show up on my couch and I’ll go, “Can I have some decent character development and emotion that makes sense, please?”
And they go, “No. It’s Buckleming.”
And I go, “Okaaay!”
And then I go to the bathroom.
And then I come out of the bathroom and I go, “Any updates?”
And they go “Yeah, we killed off our third main character in the most controversial way possible, and then killed off his apparent love interest two episodes later, while you were scrolling through Tumblr. Because we hate you. Now take this promo pic with Castiel on it and hopeful messages from the cast to make you excited about the finale, go, fetch!”
And I go, “Okaaay!” and I go over to Andrew Dabb and go, “Can I have a decent ending, please?” and he goes “NO!”
And I go, “Okaaay!”
And he goes, “You"re a little Destiel clown, aren’t you?”
And I go, “Nooo,” and he goes, “SAY IT!” and I go, “I’m a little Destiel clown.“
And then I go over to the Supernatural Writers’ Room, which is an oxymoron, and I go, "Can I please an actual plot line for this finale instead of just montages?” and they go “No! In fact, we’re gonna make this the worst episode since Bugs, and you’re gonna be shamed for liking this show for thirty years!”
And I go, “Why are you doing this to me?!”
And they go, “Because we’re CW Supernatural, and life is a fucking nightmare!”
can you imagine having the opportunity to do something so hoped-for, so bold, so meaningful, so defiant of expectation, so perfectly paralleled to the core message of your show itself, and deciding instead to put jared padalecki in a bad wig and call it a day
