any pronouns. likes Discworld and Supernatural. In my Hozier era. That's pretty much it ig
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Guys Help My Mom Is Worried I Inherited Her Chronic Illness And She Wants Me To Get Tested For It (im
guys help my mom is worried i inherited her chronic illness and she wants me to get tested for it (im scared guys im literally crying here)
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i like users on here who post a lot of 3-note flops despite also having a lot of bangers bc when someone has the kind of following that makes nearly every post go platinum they develop a certain specific Way of posting that's about as predictable as joss whedonisms meanwhile the baddies posting through their flop era are wild cards worth your attention
something so intimate about “dean, they don’t tell me much” and it drives me absolutely mad. s4-5 destiel will always have the biggest, softest place in my heart.
it’s genuinely such a simple line. cas can’t even understand why he wants to help dean at first, but he knows he does and so when he can’t, he has to explain to dean why. he has to other himself from the brethren he’s known since the dawn of time. he has to let dean know that they’re in the dark together. i want to help you, but they won’t tell me what you need to know. and then later escalating to the angels’ growing distrust of castiel who dirtied his hands by fraternizing with the human he saved from the pit. before castiel understand love, he understood duty. despite all logic, despite being the angel who rescued dean from hell—in and of itself something that dean should be eternally indebted to him for—he feels a duty to dean.
i could make myself fucking sick thinking about much and how long they’ve loved and needed each other without knowing. i will never tire of them, literally ever. i’m 24. i work a state government job. i’m in a happy relationship. i’m poor and constantly on the brink of homelessness. i suffer from anxiety, depression, and likely long covid. i live in a terrifying red state. i have a bevy of other things on my plate and in my head and i will still always have time to love destiel
reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay
CHAT HELP I FELL DOWN THE STAIRS IN SCHOOL (IN FRONT OF MY FRIEND)(dude why am i freaking out so much it was like 2 steps smh) AT LIKE 16:40 (yes Americans, military time aka normal time) AND I TWISTED MY ANKLE WEIRD WHEN I FELL AND IT STILL HURTS IT'S 1AM NOW (im probs overreacting, but ya know i can't exactly yap about this to my friends)
does this make sense
