i fucking hate australia i got up at 4am this morning, christmas morning, to go to the bathroom and a giant ass fucking spider is just sitting behind the door like hello and i looked at it and like the first thought that occurred to me was “you’re not santa”
Admin Note: I think you’d be surprised at how many people have not been watching since episode one. When Supernatural was placed on Netflix, it drew in a whole new batch of fans. But most importantly, no fan owns this show. No one gets to play gatekeeper. You’re not intruding on anyone’s private hobby. Do your thing. :)
so yall know in the ep w/ like the security system for the house and all that? well, when you see dr flug running down the path, hes faced with many obstacles, one of them being this:
for a second or two, hes suddenly teleported to a snowy street filled with kids pummeling him with snowballs. this is an oddly specific trap, isnt it? i think one of the precautions dr flug put in the security system was to make the intruder relive a bad memory. clearly, being bullied by your classmates would be a bad memory for anyone. concluson: dr flug was bullied as a kid and is a Poor Soul who must be Protected at All Costs
Summary: Dan is a robber who steals valuable objects nearly every night. When he goes into a flat decorated with plants and stuffed animals, he can’t seem to keep himself away. Dan’s not used to pretty boys stealing things of his own; especially when they steal his heart. Word Count: 3590 Warnings: stealing, breaking/entering, cussing A/N: I’d like to thank my roommate @sourmojo for giving me the idea to write this fic (based off of this song) and also @insanityplaysfics for being my lovely beta. That summary is the worst fucking summary I’ve ever written but I love this idea so much and I hope you do too! Please don’t ask me to write a sequel, i will write one if i end up feeling like it, but as of right now, it doesnt seem very likely. Read it on AO3!
It was something that Dan was proud of, as fucked up as it was. He just couldn’t get enough of everything about it; the thrill, the little prizes he got out of it, hell even the news broadcasters. No matter how hard he tried to get away from his lifestyle, he always ended up going back. His own addiction, his very own little secret. Besides, it’s not like anybody was getting hurt in his escapades. Just himself and his own conscious, but that he could deal with.
So what if he broke into houses and stole objects he found compelling? They were just objects and humans should be able to get over the loss of something so materialistic. Rings, money, antiques. Stealing those didn’t harm anybody. In fact, they should be grateful for Dan. He helped people realise that family was far more important than items.
Dan didn’t necessarily know how he got to this point in his life, where he just went to other people’s houses to steal meaningless crap, but he couldn’t be more thankful. One day he was just a silly little teenager trying to be edgy by sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to be in, and the next moment he was a twenty-five year old man breaking and entering all to steal that new movie he’s been wanting for weeks. Some would say that he was stupid for risking going to jail just for a movie, but Dan didn’t give a single fuck.