Neither sasuke or naruto have any sense of shame which is good because how do you just like walk it off after blowing off each other’s arms and then committing to dying together I would be so embarrassed

Sasuke isn't mad about liking men he's mad about liking Naruto. Similarly Naruto isn't mad about liking Sasuke he's mad about liking men

This is why Naruto can say the most batshit insane things about what he feels for Sasuke while not being able to interact with Sai normally and this is why Sasuke doesn't care about Suigetsu rubbing his dick on him but is not capable of saying he loves Naruto unless he's on a life or death situation

the human brain is so cool, if you're tired and stressed enough, your brain will go, "don't worry, I got you" and shadows will start moving

and what's the genital situation on the shadows

oh this is my post

no one is coming to save you its true its true someone might be coming to hang outttttttttt though. someday

after the events of 10x05 fanfiction when dean is reminded of adam’s existence AND the fact that he’s still in the cage he says to sam, like, “hey, do you think we should, like, do something about that? try to save him?” and sam thinks about the two hundred years in the cage where michael & adam were too busy batting their eyelashes at each other and comparing hand sizes to prevent literally any of the personalized torture sam was facing by way of the devil and he’s like “nah i’m good actually. fuck them kids”

adam as himself and michael presenting himself in the cage as a visualization of adam’s body the way lucifer appeared to sam as nick holding their hands up together giggling like “omg theyre the EXACT same size” and out of focus in the far background sam’s in the active process of getting crucified

iwtv continues to be so smart in its portrayal of memories and trauma, the way lestat’s memories of his family are so obnoxiously loud, everyone’s screaming all the time for no reason and everyone’s acting like caricatures, like an actual assault on the senses, as if lestat’s mind is filled with unbearable noise every time he thinks about them. lestat’s memories coming at him all fragmented and loud and violent, attacking him and beating him into submission as he desperately tries to escape them is such an interesting contrast to how louis would carefully weave a thread of his past pretending the glaring holes in it weren’t there

post like nobody's watching, reblog like you've never been blocked; dm like no one is offline, and rpf like they actually fucked