do you ever get that aggressive “my entire body is overstimulated and not in a good way, so i need for absolutely nothing to be touching me right now” feeling?
Fan fiction is doing strange things to me. At this point, it’s more difficult for me to imagine that Dean poops or farts or his legs fall asleep or he has to blow his nose sometimes, than it is to imagine him being a cuddler or a soft spoken artist or a military-grade mechanic in the year 3015 with a bionic arm and a penchant for I Love Lucy.
So today is my 19th birthday and my parents have been super secretive about my cake for like a week. Turns out they searched through months worth of NightValeRadio tweets to find a birthday related one for my cake. And the people at the cake place had absolutely no idea what it was referring to and still have no clue what the design was all about.
THIS. I WOULD LIKE A THIS PLEASE.