an explanation is not owed
I agree. Men seem to think we're weak but made for them, to please them but that's so not the case. We're the ones that are populating the world, without us they're nothing. They act like everything is so hard but they don't do half the shit we do.
Men are so fuckin weak dude I swear. Women are out there grindin like nothing’s wrong while bleeding out of their vaginas 7 days a month, cramps so bad we can barely function, pushing a human out of our hoohas, taking pills that fuck with our horomones just so you can hit it raw and you have the damn nerve to judge the size of our hips that have birthed the civilizations of the world like they were made to be admired by you? No. Next time you get flicked in the balls I don’t wanna hear u talk about how it’s so much harder being a man. Damn. Shout out to women. Don’t let men tell you shit.
The more I think about it the more the cycle of D*stiel is literally so exhausting. Dean mistreats and trivialises Cas —> Cas dies, usually after sacrificing himself for Dean —> Dean feels guilty over Cas’ death, causing depression and self-directed anger —> Cas is revived, Dean’s guilt diminishes and he plays nice with Cas for a brief time —> Cas inevitably stops acting like the idealised Stepford version of him that existed in Dean’s head while Cas was gone, which irritates Dean —> Dean mistreats and trivialises Cas. So forth and so on. There is genuinely nothing romantic about any of this.
Police are worse than fucking useless.
18 little kids and 3 adults are DEAD because of these worthless fucks. DIRECTLY BECAUSE of their refusal to act.
THEY LITERALLY MADE THIS SITUATION WORSE AND THEN DARE TO DEMAND RECOGNITION FOR THEIR "BRAVERY."
For me, he technically IS real. His character is played by an actor.
It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.
He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.
And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
U took the words right out of my mouth.
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