My names Catie, and I like a little bit of everything! But mainly its Supernatural, Marvel, Sherlock, Star Trek, cats, and whatever random things I find on this website.
Music. Literally just so much music. And also sometimes you have a low brass sectional in a tiny room and you bring spray paint remover to get the sharpie off the wall because some dickbag trumpet player signed his name to the LOW BRASS ONLY wall and then your bari sax player fuckING THROWS A FOOTBALL IN THE FUCKING TINY ROOM AND IT KNOCKS OVER THE CAN OF SPRAY PAINT REMOVER AND THE NOZZLE GETS JAMMED AND YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO INHALE THAT SHIT SO YOU TAKE IT AND YOU PUT YOUR HAND OVER THE NOZZLE EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO GET THAT SHIT ON YOUR HANDS AND YOU RUN THROUGH THE BAND ROOM IN FRONT OF TONS OF PEOPLE AND DOWN THE STAIRS AND OUT THE GYM LOBBY ENTRANCE AND WHO IS FUCKING STANDING THERE BUT YOUR FUTURE AP BIOLOGY TEACHER AND SO YOU RIP THE NOZZLE OFF OF THE CAN AND PUT IT ON THE GROUND AND THEN RUN BACK UPSTAIRS AND RUN YOUR HANDS UNDER COLD WATER FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES AND CRY HYSTERICALLY WHILE YOUR FRIENDS MAKE SURE THE CAN IS DISPOSED OF AND CLEAN THE SPRAY OFF ANYTHING ELSE IT TOUCHED AND THEN YOU SET UP LIKE SIX FANS IN THE TINY ROOM TO AIR IT OUT AND FIND ANOTHER ROOM TO HAVE A SECTIONAL IN AND NOT TO MENTION THIS WHOLE TIME YOUR BAND DIRECTOR HAS NOT NOTICED THIS IS HAPPENING. I REPEAT, YOUR BAND DIRECTOR NEVER NOTICED THIS HAPPENING. And then several years later you give a tiny masterclass at his new elementary/middle school and he buys you lunch in return and you tell him this story and he just puts his head in his hands.
So yeah. That’s what happens at band camp.
Dean: where the hell are we
Sam: I don't know man but it's weird...I'm gonna go check it out
Dean: ok good 'cause while we're here Im gonna need a drink
Sam: *leaves Dean alone at bar*
Dean: *takes a swig of beer*
Dean: ...maybe I should try calling Ca-
Dean: ITS A QUARTER AFTER ONE IM ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOWW
Dean: what the hell?!- I SAID I WOULDNT CALL BUT IVE- what? no wait- LOST ALL CONTROL AND I NEED YOU NOWWWW- Cas!!-
Cas: *poofs into room* Dean, what is it?
Dean: Cas i- WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE ISS *clamps hand over mouth*
Dean: I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME
Cas: Dean? I don't understand.. *steps closer and reaches out to touch shoulder*
Cas: what's going on-- *freezes on contact, eyes wide*
Dean: Cas what's wron-
Cas: *forcefully grabs Dean's collar and pulls him close*
Dean: Cas what the-!
Cas: I GOT CHILLS THEYRE MULTIPLYING
Dean: -SAM HELP!
there needs to be a cooking show in which tv chefs go into student flats or houses and have to cook a full 3 course meal only using ingredients and equipment they can find in the kitchen