Fictional characters do exist, not in our world of course, we’d be screwed if that ever happened. But in the world of our minds, they are the main population there. They bring colour and life to it, they are the little voices in your head telling you not to do something because it’ll end up bad.
People who don’t read and scoff at people who like reading, they will never have that. Their minds will be grey and boring, they’ll never know the pleasure and pain that it is to love someone so much, even though you can’t physically touch them.
So if anyone ever laughs at you for reading and being imaginative, pity them. Because they will grow old and boring, their lives will be sad and plain while yours will be full of the adventures you shared with the fictional characters in the books you love.
There is no good reason for this screenshot to have made me damp-eyed and painfully fond of these boys except that it’s a random, mundane moment. We don’t get to see a lot of those, ‘cause they don’t get to have a lot of those.
They’re about to watch Chuck Norris movies, they’re not in any danger, they’re presumably well-rested and their knees are touching like they probably have their whole lives, whether the area was big enough to contain them or not. Nothing bad is happening to them right now except that Sam (Jerkface) refused to buy the fucking licorice. And Sam keeps finding this shirt and wearing it even though Dean (Asshat) remembers throwing it out on three separate occasions, in fear of Sam’s future ability to get laid.
Then Dean called Sam “Mutton Chops” and asked him if his sideburns were ever going to meet, and Sam implied that his sideburns had a better chance of meeting than Dean’s knees did. Bobby went to get licorice so Dean would stop bitching about it. And then both denied that they fell asleep on the couch during Missing in Action II.