Det. Punchy McHitsthings

Her new body.

Her new new body, in a string, though not that long, of bodies.

Of every body she’s taken, this one suits her the least. There’s nothing wrong with it, and certainly it’s emptiness is welcome, for Sam as well as for herself. Still, it feels wrong.

It’s a wonderful, beautiful, luscious body, but it’s so not to her tastes. She’s always looked for bodies that remind her of her own, back when, way back when, she had one.

This one was the first, the closest, of the available, the empty bodies she could find, and that’s good enough. But still, she feels wrong in it, more than she usually does, possessing someone, though in a different way. Dysmorphia is the word, she thinks. How odd, for a demon to feel things like this.

Still. Whatever it takes. Whatever Sam needs.

There has to be a way, and she’ll do what she’s got to.

serpentspoiler:

callmekitto:

can I make a post judging people who are judging those who have an altogether facetious and playful mindset to the idea and are 99% not actualfax anticipating the undead

I dunno I think I’m pretty entitled to side-eye people whose fantasy future would involve the majority of disabled and lower income people being killed in a horrific manner and turned into target practice

never considered zombie virus hitting certain demographics first so much.

i always figured on it being entirely random.

now i’m intrigued with trying to design an actually semirealistic and logical zombie virus that would start hitting the population in something like the opposite way?

i mean just as an example maybe upper class and very “able” folks get hit first?

i don’t know shit about viruses or anything, so, idk. but that could be cool i think.

um maybe

maybe i’d like to try and write some anna/ruby?

you know give it a shot

if anyone wants to prompt me

that is all　

hey guys i need prompts

still stuck on a whole slew of longer fics, but meanwhile, lemme do some drabbles, okay?

i’m looking for destiel, destiel + jimmy, wincestiel, team free love, and maybe sabriel

get up in my as　k now you guys

oops

i am accidentally rewatching 4.4

the rougarouepisode

i was just rewatching all of season four for fic research

but i forgot about metamorphasis

and now

oh no

(tw: cannibalism, etc)

kin triggering all over this like no one’s business no really i am serious

watching the consumption of raw meat

some of it human flesh

and i am famished

i have fucking munchies

no really

fuck

always had the headcanon that ghosts go to purgatory

just rewatched the episode with the rising of the witnesses

that fucking sucks

onyourownsidethistime:

reasons I love my poet, number oh my god so many zillions I can’t even count them: making anti-codependency checklists together　 that will get taped to my wall

what a good thing!

i have read on various mental health blogs about keeping checklists and other kinds of notes up on the wall where they’ll be seen, to remind oneself of important things which one might forget, in the heat of the moment, especially. like, coping mechanisms, that you don’t always remember when you need them. etc.

i’ve heard them called “prosthetic brain parts”, and i like that.

like they’re a part of your brain that you need but that you don’t have inside you and need to make an artificial version of.

can’t believe i never thought to put that to codependency

BUT THAT’S A REALLY GOOD IDEA

Sam asks her what she knows, and there’s that trust, the beginnings of it, that she’s fought so hard for and that’s she will miss so much.

But Angels.

“All I know is that they scare the Holy Hell of me,” she tells him, with every ounce of those two loaded words fully intended.

And then, “Watch yourself, Sam,” she says, superfluously, because she means it.

And isn’t that something, after all this time.

Sam almost laughs, in that way he has.

“I’m not scared of Angels,” he huffs, with an almost smile.

She gives him a curt nod, reeling in the snarl, and tromps away at speed, because he has that luxury

For now, at least, he has that luxury.

so last night there was like a fucking wolf spider or something in our bathroom

and now

there’s no

which does beg the question

WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?