wanna go for a walk?

they don't tell you this but you can actually watch a movie

Some of y’all think you’re too good to listen to The Black Eyed Peas and the truth is you’re really not

too cool to jerk off to pictures of women with impossible hip to waist ratios yet not cool enough to jerk off to the concept of being killed, the rōnin pervert wanders this land in search of a slightly-higher-concept yet not totally abstract form of fetish posting

I do wholeheartedly believe Jeremy Carver is a sick sick freak. I like Supernatural Seasons 8-11 but I definitely think this guy has like a hidden room in his decrepit apartment that he slips into quietly each night and it is just filled with tiny little doll replicas of all the actors he's ever used in any of his seasons and he puppets them around and mimicks their voices and shit. and sometimes he'll text Misha Collins pictures of his little doll with a comb or something from an untraceable number and pair it with like "see how I take care of you Misha?" and then the following day Misha Collins will find him at the service table and go, "Geez Jeremy look at this," and Jeremy will pretend to be all concerned and horrified but there is this calculating almost eager look in his eyes that unsettles Misha Collins. and the next time Jeremy is having a little soiree with all his actors, his beloved beloved actors, maybe Misha Collins will accidentally get lost on his way to the bathroom and find that little room and see all those dolls and his throat will hitch with horror. And before he can call Kathryn Newton or Mark Sheppard to look a dark silhouette will appear in the doorway and Jeremy looks sort of resigned when he says, "I see you finally found my secret, Misha," and Misha Collins will try and pretend that he's fine with it but they both know better. and Jeremy will go (the look in his eyes back again) "We both know this can't get out, right?" and he'll grin very suddenly and Misha Collins will laugh along very nervously and leave the room and eat some brioche and when the evening is over he will rush over to his Prius and frantically click his keys but over the cobbles on the haunted haunted street there is the sound of footsteps. and tears are running down Misha Collins's cheeks but he can't say a word and Jeremy, emerging from the shadows, will gently touch him on the shoulder and say, "look, I'll drive you to the airport, huh?" and Misha Collins will try to refuse but they both know it's futile. and, halfway through the drive, Jeremy Carver will smile and say, "I'll miss working with you" and then perfectly jump and roll out of the car, wiping off his corduroy pants, while Misha Collins's Prius swerves into a local patisserie, bursting into flames

Being like. Post-suicidal is so strange. Like hiiiii everybody im new I spent a good chunk of my life languishing and have like 3 or 4 lived experiences. But now I'm ready to fuck and party or whatever. Can we be friends. Im so happy to be here. Can we be friends