You got to love it when mother nature’s like “live your life, nothings going to stop you. You won’t constantly have to stop yourself from rolling into a ball from stomach pain.” And then she’s all like “you know what fuck it. Your going to take everything I throw at you and like it. And then your going to bit people’s head off just because I was bored and it’s fun to watch you squirm.”
I don’t know why but I have a sudden urge to write a Destiel fic…..
…based on The Bodyguard.
Anybody wanna possibly see that?