The day I met Aaron Tveit!
at Gershwin Theatre, NYC (October 2008)
two hundred and fifty years, huh? the civil war didn’t wake you, noisy neighbors to the south? did you get up to pee? i don’t know about you, but i’m getting up to pee every seventy-five, eighty years.
I just simply am not a dater. I think I have been on three official dates in my life. They are like job interviews and I refuse to be romantically employed.
No. Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.
"People need to stop saying they’re quitting Supernatural"
"I don’t think you should stop watching just because you don’t like something"
"People who say they’re quitting Supernatural need to stop bringing me down"
"People who are pretty much boycotting next season tick me off. /at least watch it first/"
Do you people realize how stupid you sound? Nobody is obligated to keep watching a show they no longer enjoy. Nobody is obligated to censor their negative feelings or disappointment just to make sure you remain happy. Get a grip.
HOW DID I MISS THIS.
GUYS. You know that feeling you get? When you have days, or months, or years where you forget, but it suddenly hits you that you’re breathing? I think that this is Castiel’s first moment of that. This moment, standing outside the laundromat, washing his blood-stained clothes, he realizes, for the first time ever, that he is breathing, and what a frightening thought. In that instance, that breath catches in his chest because he might think, with his now-human mind, how long have I NOT been breathing?
And oh, how amazingly vulnerable and poetic it is. An angel, needing to breathe. More than anything else, that hits it home HARD for me, and potentially, Castiel too, just how mortal he now is.