I had a dream about my crush. It was a great dream. A couple of Indian boys were hitting on me and buying me drinks, and then my crush (named M) got jealous and started to, urm, well you know, flirt shamelessly with me, like he always does. But usually he would verbally flirt by saying stuff like “it’s been 8 hours since i last see you Jay, i already got half crazy from not seeing you for so long” or something like that. But because this was ‘dream!M’ i.e. he’s the M of my very own imagination, so he did a lot more than verbally flirt. He stood way too close to me. He drank the drinks the indian boys bought for me. And because it was in a club, he has to lean in and whisper straight to my ear if he want to talk to me, and that happens more than once, more than twice and when that happen, i could feel his hard on brushing on my knees. He had a hard on. He was just standing there with me. Dream is just too frustrating. Ugh. AND THEN i woke up. I woke the fuck up. It was so frustrating i would drink African dream root just to have it back.
I guess i just miss him. A lot. It’s been one and a half week i didn’t see him. I, obviously, was thinking too much about him. Because he actually declined the invitation to hang out with the gang by saying, “sorry gang, i can’t join you guys this week” and i already thought of things like maybe he has a girlfriend, or maybe he’s getting married, or maybe he turned gay and decided to elope with his best friend, or maybe he didn’t want to see me. At all. *sigh*. God i miss him. Because he is, honestly, the one and only reason why i’m still working 50 miles away from home. I’m so fucking twisted. Help me.
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I’M SORRY FOR SHOUTING I’M JUST REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS
LIKE HOLY FUCKBASKET IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME
i’ve always been better at horror-type things, so i was really dreading trying to come up with one for cas. i really wanted to make something, however, that captured the phrase “holy terror” and make you realize why cas always looks so done with people when they would talk down an angel. i think that’s why cas hoped dean could see his true form, too—it would have probably commanded a lot more respect from the beginning!
Lesbian does not mean “probably going to hit on you”.
Homosexual isn’t a horny caricature trying to fuck you.
Get over yourself.
Bisexual does not mean “wants to…