Jan 5, 2018
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DESTIEL URLs ???
I realise my current URL is not showing any Destiel love. So I’m looking for a new one!
I need some Destiel-centric ideas.
Send me some love, I need some creative stimulation you awesome shippers you..
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Me: This fic is just going to be a few hundred words.
Me 10,000 words later: WHERE IS YOUR END?
for my domesticated idol au, it’s nice to stare at zane wayy too closely, uncomfortably close, bcuz this random old man is god, i guess
well, which one is it? do I notice you or do I send you a pie?
I dreamed there was so many pies I couldn't hold them all and had to balance them on my arms but I was so happy to have them, and then I woke up and there were NO pies so my mood is pretty shot for today
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
whohohahahhahaa I hate everything
Meanwhile
My family is the worst. I just.
On the phone with my mother, just now--
Mom (about some girl she sold my bookcases to): She does what you used to do. She's writing plays and is involved in theatre.
WHAT I USED TO DO.
NO.
FUCKING NO.
Everything I suspected about this fucking job was right: my mother sees this as me giving up on my art and making this my career, and that's the fucking tale she's going to spin about me to every fucking person she talks to about it, and I. FUCKING. CANNOT. OKAY.
Granted, I haven't even mentioned anything about the Chekhov play and going Equity to her, but that's because she would just ignore it anyway and keep telling herself whatever fucking narrative about me she would prefer to believe.
The thing about my relationship with my parents is that they are both narcissists, so I have had to fight for my own identity and sense of self my entire life--because I've always been treated as nothing more than an extension of their own beliefs and desires.
And the reason I'm so fucking scared to share myself with anybody is that historically, whenever I've shared who I really am with either of them, they haven't accepted me. They love their own false version of me.
I'm supposed to leave for NY tomorrow morning with my brother, who, despite the fact that he has a car, is asking me to trek out to his fucking neighborhood by two trains and a bus, and I just. Why am I doing this? Why am I even going? This is an awful idea. I thought it would make it bearable if I made as many plans with friends as possible, but I'm not sure I can handle this right now, not with what she just fucking said to me. I fucking hate this woman.
Supernatural
Lucifer: Notice me, Senpai!
Sam: OMG. No. Go away.
Castiel: I do not understand.
Dean: Send pie.