(help Me) I Broke Apart My Insides. (help Me) I've Got No Soul To Sell. (help Me) The Only Thing That

every time

inspired by a sound on the app that shall not be named

autistic who goes “fun fact” and then proceeds to tell you the most gruesome unfunny thing you’ve heard all day

I've been hate crimed, actually

we NEED to talk about just how fucking funny it was when gabriel asked if there was anything he could do to make crowley feel better about how much he hates him crowley looked him dead in the eye and went "yea actually. kill yourself". cunt's not dead

I am not even a little bit sorry for the person I become when there’s new content about my favorite fictional character.  You live by the fictional character hyperfixation, you die by the twenty plus posts I’m forcing you all to see about my Blorbo.

why would you like media that is good if you can like media that is bad instead and pace around your room like an insane person thinking about What If It Was Good

Exits my Google Doc covered in blood not to imply I have been killing off or otherwise torturing my characters, but to convey that my WIP is currently lying on the operating table with its organs in the process of rearrangement

sorry this has been plaguing my mind since i first watched the movie