Cheerios and Coke

dean's like. when i want my dad to like me i hide all my soft parts and when i want other hunters to respect me i act like my dad and when other men leer at me in bars i no homo it up and when motel owners perceive something queer abt me i butch it up and when my little brother teases me i project the feminine things i actually like onto him and when i'm around attractive women i lean into the image that's already been cultivated around me as a charming ladies man and flirt shamelessly (but actually i'm shy) and when i'm around queer women i don't have to perform for i can relax and wear silly outfits and indulge in my actual interests and hobbies and when i'm around kids i am soft and vulnerable and honest because i know they won't judge me and when faced with the option of choosing any presentation i joke that i'd pick to look like a hot cheerleader and everyone thinks i'm being pervy but actually. well. who wouldn't want to be a hot cheerleader am i right? and no no other people don't think like that i guess, heh, nevermind....and when i'm with my best friend...sometimes i think he can see all of me, like really see me, and it's simultaneously terrifying and so so easy.

people foolishly dismiss desserts and treats as having no nutritional value when they actually are necessary for refilling your sanity stat. to prove my point please observe the emotional stability of the next person you meet who doesnt let themselves ever eat any form of dessert

The fact that the CW’s hit TV show Supernatural has been condensed to “It’s about two brothers who hunt monsters” is insane to me. There has never been a show like supernatural and there never will be. Unparalleled media viewing experience. When someone asks what it is about I spiral until I finally reach the sentence “It’s about two brothers who hunt monsters” because without having watched the show you could never grasp the true concept of what supernatural is. It’s about gay love that pieces through the veil of death and saves the day. It’s about a lost shoe. It’s about pudding and pie and beers and guilt and fear and love. So much love. It’s about brothers but it’s about friendship and it’s about being able to forgive yourself and it’s about the gray area between good and evil and defining what good and evil really are. It’s about breaking a cycle and free will and blind obedience versus breaking the mold and daring to be different and how far someone will go for what they love and what happens when someone kind loses everything and what happens when someone broken gets the chance to heal and everything in between. And somehow all of that simmers down to “It’s about two brothers who hunt monsters”. Mind-blowing.

I really can and will blame the 9-5 for everything. "We're in a loneliness epidemic" well, we have to spend a third of our day interacting with people in a professional way that makes forming real friendships difficult and then we're peopled out by the time we're done. "People are eating more and more unhealthily" people have to spend more than a third of their day doing work related tasks and they don't want to spend their tiny amount of free time making food. "People aren't involved in their local communities" after spending more than a third of their day doing work related things people are tired and also all those community events take place during normal working hours. "People need to get more hobbies" after spending more than a third of their day working, people are TIRED and don't want to do anything that takes yet more energy. "Literacy is dying" to maintain your critical thinking skills you need to read/watch things that make you think and after spending more than a third of your day doing work related stuff you are TIRED and don't want to expend even more brainnpower. "People need to get outside more" People. Are. TIRED. Because they have to spend all of their time working or preparing for work or recovering from work or doing all the chores they couldn't stay on top of because of work. I can blame fucking anything on having to work, it is truly the root of all fucking evil.

No because even if they never had sex, even if they never kissed, Dean still holds Cas like a lover does, watches the shape of his mouth through every conversation, trusts his hands to heal if he telegraphs his pain, carries his bloody coat from car to car until he can make sure it's returned to wear if belongs, makes space at every table right at his side always within reach, brings his head up off the hard concrete and cradles it away from further discomfort, wraps his body in the lone grief of the widowed, let's himself lean into embrace like it's the only time he's able to relax, is brought to his knees at the threat of absence, even if all they ever had went unspoken Dean's body doesn't lie about what was there and what was there was love

the self-indulgent fanfiction will continue until morale improves

The self-indulgent fanficiton will also continue after morale improves, just with better morale.

'kids these days have it easy' thats the point thats the point thats the whole point we're here to make it better for whoever comes after you sad selfish self absorbed puddle of wank

John Adams: “I study war and diplomacy, so that my son may study trade and commerce, so that his son may study art and music.”