it’s kind of like being chained to a comet
Joanna, the very first post of this whole blog is for you! hopefully that partly makes up for my general lateness (and this was supposed to happen valentines day…ha). Sloppy is the only way I can get anything done and avoid my own obsessive tendencies. the next one will be for you too because i have no idea what i’m doing, so quantity over quality.
Did you guess it would be destiel (what else would it be)? I was going to try something a little more interesting and action-y, but I sorta shot myself in the foot on that one and decided I’d kept you waiting long enough. Next one, next one.
probably everything on this blog is going to be supernatural for a long time
I don’t want to go to sleep yet.
he told me i can become god
— Now I found my feet, count to 1, 2, 3
And I’m taking off tonight, now I’m free
As I walk my feet on the cold concrete
well, you know me. always happy to bleed for a winchester.
i actually can’t tell if i should be embarrassed about this