the nerdiest anarchist in the garrison

I literally only talk about anarchy, Supernatural, and pop punk. Sometimes there's fat issues. Mostly it's Dean Winchester feelings and advocating for total liberation.

castielsboy:

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datingdisastersofaqueergirl reblogged your photoset and added:

HOLY SHIT SAME

Sad that you feel that way too, also kinda glad I’m not alone.

I haven’t even finished season 9 yet. I haven’t finished it. I have watched seasons 1-6 from pilot to finale 7 times (not an exaggeration) and I can’t even force myself to finish season 9.

Oh, I’m sorry first-person-to-show-interest-in-me-in-my-general-vicinity-in-over-a-year, I can’t go to the punk show with you, I have to re-watch Attack on Titan and cry about how Levi Ackerman isn’t real and eat this poptart I bought for lunch but couldn’t finish. Maybe next time.

tonight a real cute girl who thinks I’m cute (which hasn’t happened in like a year) asked if I wanted to go to a show happening L I T E R A L L Y 75 yards away from my front door and I had to tell her I was already in bed in my pjs. It was 9:30.

bevsi:

i love you so much,but do me a favor, baby, don’t replycause i can dish it out, but i can’t take it. 

bevsi:

i love you so much,
but do me a favor, baby, don’t reply
cause i can dish it out, but i can’t take it. 

(via fucknobility)

rageofthenerd:

I’ve been OD-ing on Attack on Titan and a butt-ton of Destiel fic so when I was faffing around in PS this just sort of happened (╯◕_◕)╯

rageofthenerd:

I’ve been OD-ing on Attack on Titan and a butt-ton of Destiel fic so when I was faffing around in PS this just sort of happened (╯◕_◕)╯

(via theweirdplacecalledmymind)

Calling a massacre a “conflict” really speaks volumes about your true feelings and leanings.

clawmage:

so far i’ve seen southern, southwestern, and northeastern gothic, but nobody’s talked about how great MIDWESTERN GOTHIC could be. listen:

  • weird happenstances in fields, bloody pawprints and pressed-down cornstalks, a clump of soybeans flattened into esoteric shapes
  • small towns with big secrets multiplied by a thousand, uncanny locals with a hand for spells
  • mysterious hitchhikers with glowing eyes on the side of a dimly-lit highway
  • taking detours down a backwoods dirt road, getting entranced by the glowing lights in the thickly knotted woods (sure are a lot of fireflies out there. i’ll take a look. just for a moment.)
  • dilapidated buildings, the old falling-apart house in the empty lot at the end of the road you always avoid without knowing why. the crumbling farmhouse by your grandparent’s place in the country that calls to you when you drive past it in the dark
  • billboards proclaiming HELL IS REAL, mile upon mile of windmills that uproot themselves and rearrange in the night
  • always traveling, the significance of crossroads, staying in a shoddy old hotel advertised with a flickering neon light, surrounded by miles of pavement
  • more weird field happenstances because fields are so important. mint that can charm a village, blueberry patches with torn and dirty pieces of fine clothing in them. unnatural noises from cornfields at night, figures near it that can only be glimpsed out of the corner of your eye

(via heartscratch)