I was just reading a John/Mary ficlet and it wasn’t until it said the baby’s name was Dean that I realized I was in the wrong damn fandom
I tried this on a female before.
She took the bottom-middle donut that says “GIRL” and handed the box back to me, leaving me with 5 donuts that read “Will you be my friend?”
*tips fedora in shame* friendzoned again by another succubus
this story makes me laugh and cry
from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me.
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
The “I am not here anymore.”
Oh my. This hit hard.
i don’t even care that this isn’t black and white.
when hannibal gets caught and everyone realizes they’ve been eating humans i just want a montage of everyone’s face and fancy music playing in the back
i don’t understand shark movies i mean just get out of the water
THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT WAS
THEY CAN’T GET OUT OF THE WATER
I LAUGHED SO LOUDLY AT THIS OMFG
why are people so caught up in romanticizing the past? romanticize the future. there will be robots and slightly more equality