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its important to write fanfiction no one cares about 👍

this post from like 2 hours ago already got more attention than the fic in question will get in a year

In the mood to be wounded and rescued but not in the real life way where you get lifelong injuries and mostly just feel pain, rather in the novel protagonist way where you are tenderly cared for and comforted by your loving friends/family/unlikely allies while you drift in and out of consciousness and just kind of get worried about

Babe are you ok you reblogged the "just kind of get worried about" post 34- no, 35- no, 36- ugh. Many times.

Um actually scrub daddy is my comfort character and it physically and psychically hurts me to see you chop him up and eat him after freezing and cracking him up with liquid nitrogen while naked with big boobs?

Ill be a star

sorry wait. I contacted visa to file a complaint about the censorship stuff they've been doing and their AI. immediately threatened to kill itself?

really afraid to post anything because what if the spanish doppelganger of me appears and starts speaking a little espanol tonight

tengo mucho miedo de mandar algo porque y si el doppelganger español de mi aparece y empieza a hablar un poco de español esta noche

you.

WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE

YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME

NOT YOU TOO

hey

YOU

NOT AGAIN

i love every time cas dies and dean is like unfuckingconsolable on his knees screaming at god and sam is just. there

The trope where people don't recognize each other because it's been so long since they last interacted and they've both changed so much that they're basically strangers UNTIL one of them does their Signature Thing™ and the other just stops dead because oh. It's YOU. All at once it's so clearly you

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away