I Know This Isn't New Information But Dean Literally Sat On The Floor Of The Dungeon And Ignored A Call

hes so real

anyone else relate

God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

being reckless and young is not how the damage got done!!!

if a character means enough to me i will truly never stop thinking about them. i just retire them into a little back room in my brain and periodically bring them out to stare at them under a little light

my favourite ship dynamic is “me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic” but you can’t tell which is which

❝ And then you'd kill the angel, Castiel. Now, that one… that I suspect would hurt something awful. ❞

me and my imaginary band covering mcr songs in the super hot wet epic gay rock band stadium aka my shower