Picture This, I Give You A Glass Bottle And Tell You To Open It, But Bottle Openers Are Forbidden, How

picture this, i give you a glass bottle and tell you to open it, but bottle openers are forbidden, how do you do it?

i am. so sorry if i have ever used the phrase “i have an au where—” and led you to believe that there is an actual fic out there for you to read rather than, at best, a post where i explain the concept, and at worst it is simply something that lives in my brain

update: he is now forlornly staring at his half eaten cupcake box

at barnes and noble rn and the guy across from us just pulled out and ate an entire fried chicken and now has an entire case of mini cupcakes and a large jar of rainbow sprinkles to eat all himself in the span of maybe 20 minutes

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petition to rewrite everything is castiel and nothing hurts to change the line to im the one that fucked you hard and raised you from perdition

love a girl who talks too much where is your podcast queen