twist and rip my heart out

Watching Kimi no na wa
  • What you expected: Cute highschoolers swapping bodies which results in hilarious shenanigans and the unexpected budding romance.
  • What you got: fuCKING PLOT TWIST BECAUSE SWAPPING BODIES IS APPARENTLY NOT ENOUGH. MOTHERFUCKER KICK IN THE GUTS RIGHT WHERE YOUR FEELS HURT THE MOST. PLOT TWIST AGAIN. THE AGONY™. SOUL EATING SUSPENSE. YOUR HEART RIPPED OUT OF YOUR CHEST. TORTURED FEELS. ARE THEY GONNA MAKE IT? ARE THEY GONNA MISS EACH OTHER AGAIN??? ARE THEY GONNA REMEMBER!!?? I DIDN'T FUCKING SING UP FOR THIS I WAS NOT READY. LOVE STORY OF THE CENTURY. CHEWING YOUR NAILS AND SOBBING INTO A PILLOW UNTIL THE VERY LAST SECOND OF THIS FORSAKEN MOVIE.

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We care so much about these boys and that means also caring for their loved ones. The ones our boys lean on for love and care. Harry has just lost one of his closest. Please respect the family’s wish for privacy. They should not have to deal with even a well-meaning fan right now.
My heart and thoughts go out to Robin’s family and friends. I salute you Mr Twist, you seem to have been and incredible man with lots of humor and joy. RIP

So I decided to reread Twist and Shout, God knows why but here I am, and I got to the part where Dean and Cas are at Cas’s place eating the spaghetti. Then Dean saw the drawing of the lungs and then he asked what a pulmonary edema is and Cas answer that’s it’s fluid inside the lungs.

FLUID INSIDE THE LUNGS

Foreshadowing much????

I didn’t even notice this the first time because I was too busy sobbing my heart out

So every year my school has a mandatory 50s/60s themed swing dance and today was the swing dance. So I’m dressed up in a leather jacket and pretty much look like a greater from Grease or something and I’m dancing with my friend who’s partner ditched her. My friends has never seen supernatural. So we’re dancing, and suddenly a very familiar, painfully sad song comes on. Twist and Shout. I just stop dancing and look at the band. Because here I am, dressed in a leather jacket, on a THURSDAY of all days, at a 50s/60s themed dance. I had to excuse my self to go into the bathroom and cry because it’s Thursday, I’m wearing a leather jacket, the weather is beautiful and my heart was ripped open and torn to shreds by gay porn. My friend thinks I’m crazy.