i love the point in the hero’s journey where he gets bent over and railed until he cries

gambling with angels is easy. they can't lie but they have addictive personalities; it's easy to clean them out then make them divulge secrets about the business of heaven to call your bets. my dad used to say "hey, watch this" and summon angels to play poker with him with a sort of bone flute he inherited from his grandpa, and they'd be holding horseshit and still want to call him. i'm talking "raise on a two pair" level bad at it, but they couldn't stop trying to win. my dad taught me all the secret names of God before i was out of grade school and i would use them to curse my enemies so they came down with leprosy. you can cure leprosy these days but it still sucks, especially for a child. but they had it coming for pissing me off

Watching supernatural is like you would be watching the most emotional heartbreaking scene and then camera will cut to Dean Winchester mogging.

fuckkkk my sacrificial lamb has started hanging out with the scapegoat

oh no blowjob for me please! i just wanted to be in this truck stop bathroom stall with you

sex position: you, sitting on your throne. me, standing behind you, resting my arm on the back of your throne and sniling so sneetly at your ministers like i have any right to be there

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