we're fucked, we're all gonna die
Ah, anxiety. Here's the anxious ramblings of a hormonal teenager about the end of the fucking world because of fucking COVID-19.[very dramatic, read at your own risk]So, fuck me, here we go motherfuckers.…
Let me heal you, let me help you || Destiel Soulmates || High School AU ||
When you turn 12, your soulmates first name and first letter of their last name, appears on your wrist. And once it does, whatever you write on your skin is mirrored on their skin. If you write on your skin, it appears on their skin, if you get bruised, your bruises will be mirrored on their skin though they won't actually feel the pain. The marks that appear on both you and your soulmate only appear to help you find each other. As lore says, only an Angel's soulmate can see their wings.Dean Winchester, the hunter with a tragic past, despite the fact that he's only 17. He doesn't believe in love and he's hidden the name on his wrists with countless cuts to the point that his arms are permanently littered with scars, some from his father after finding out his soulmate is male and others are burns also from his father. He's a hunter in training with his bastard of a father that wishes death upon him every night, and blames the death of Mary on Dean. John was always abusive towards Dean, but this time he took it too far.. Castiel Novak, the invisible and hidden angel. Cas has been sent on a mission from heaven, they're orders were very clear: You will be stationed on Earth for 2000 years and you will study them, learn them, understand them, and communicate with them. "These orders were from God", Naomi had told him. Dean is stubborn, and Castiel is even more persistent to help, but they're both willing to sacrifice everything to fix each other...what will happen when fate sets them to meet? Will they immediately 'hit it off' as others do? Or will they dig into each others pasts, both of them slowly figuring out their emotions and only then discovering how unbelievable their pasts are, yet they are somehow connected...one soul with the other, always feeling their presence but never truly knowing who that person is until they meet...I suck at summaries just read the first few chapters n shit.…
i was tagged
Idk what a repost is so I'm assumingThe cover is special to my heart. I'm not even sorry lmao…
shit I draw in the middle of the night
Title is what it is. This is just some shit i draw around 4 am. I thought I might showcase my terrible drawing skills and what a sleep deprived mind does while listening to mcr and some heavy metal on max vol.Instead of saying enjoy, because come on its almost 2020 we might as well embrace the full on black hole we've dug ourselves into, so:Come suffer through alone with me on this shitty ride of hell.P.s. Please leave all fucks at the door.…
Problems of being a fucking weirdo (idk what to title it)
So, as the title says, these are the problems of being a huge fucking weirdo. I'd say introvert but that'd mean these problems are also introverts problems, and while some of them are, not all of em are, least I don't think so.This is just for fun, might rant a bit, probably won't update that much cuz I'm a piece of shit.I don't know why you'd read this, or add it to any list, but do whatever the fuck you want.…