i think that presenting cannibalism as a metaphor for intimacy was perhaps one of the greatest things we ever did as a society. Like you’re telling me you want to eat me, make me a part of you, consume me? that’s so romantic, tell me more, i love you
if i post a fic and get no kudos or comments in the first fifteen minutes i’m a failure and should never write again. but the moment i get 1 comment i’m the next stephen king
supernatural’s funny because everybody’s like oh you should totally watch it, it’s great! and then they don’t tell you that it’s so so sad all the fucking time 24/7. you hit like. season 3 and from then on sam and dean’s lives are a ceaseless inescapable nightmare, it’s horrible. ive never seen a series where the writers are just so intent on making sure their characters never get even a second of safety and happiness in their lives. these cycles got hands
