Not To Be Incredibly Vulgar And Nasty Or Anything, But I’d Like To Close My Eyes And Rest My Head In

Destiel long distance would never work because Cas would never answer his phone, and Dean has abandonment issues and a car

the ten commandments

thog don't caare

if it sucks hit da bricks

play the cards i'm given

pobody's nerfect

this mess is a place

fuck it we ball

it's so over

we're so back

what if the world was made of pudding

there is good in every day

TRAGICALLY, I NEVER DID GROW OUT OF HIDING UNDER BLANKETS WHEN I GET SCARED

Gene Roddenberry said he had "great assets". Everything slutty Kirk does is confirmed to be fanservice lawl

why do captain kirk’s clothes always tear when he fights people? in the episode Court Martial s1e21 of The Original Series he’s literally fighting a guy in the same outfit and only his clothes tear??? why is he wearing tear away clothing like a stripper?????

Some older editz I did, hope yall like it XD!!

MOVING FROM ANY OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA TO TUMBLR WAS LIKE GETTING OUT OF AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP END POST

AFTER A LONG NIGHT OF VERY VIVID/INTENSE HALLUCINATIONS AND DELUSIONS, THE SCARIEST PART HAD TO BE GETTING UP TO PUT SOME PANTS ON AND SEEING THE OUTLINE OF A BARSTOOL IN THE DARK.

yoy all just hate me because I'm cold and distant and don't put effort into any relationships and off putting and frustrating to try to help or make plans with and I don't text and I don't call and I don't like doing much and I constantly make excuses for it all

i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote 'they seem comfy in there.' i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)

this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today

unfortunate news being aroace does not give you immunity against yearning . sorry. i know . i was disappointed to learn it too