don’t say you’re a writer if you just write fanfiction for your entertainment. you’re only a writer if you kill a bear with a typewriter to appease the spirit of hemingway and slather yourself in ink in tribute to shakespeare, the one true over-penis of literature.


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I’m like 251% sure fem!benny would be one of those generally full-figured girls who just embraces every cell of her body as fly-as-all-fuck-and-don’t-you-forget it. and she’d wear high-waisted jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt tucked in and like four buttons undone, showing her full and smooth boobs in a neon-pink bra but if you stared too much at her cleavage she’d yank your hair out by the roots. and she’d wear knee-high boots, leather all worn and comfortable, ready for kickin’ and running. and when she was naked her thighs would be thick but firm and the skin smooth and olive, just begging to be grabbed and held. tattoos on her ribcage and collarbones, like a map to trace with fingers and tongues. her waist the perfect invite for hands to hold. and her lips impossible to not kiss. but her lips would also spew the filthiest talk you ever heard. no southern bell, but a woman who says what’s on her mind and knows what she wants. and what she wants is probably for dean to eat her out while cas fucks him, and then to peg the shit out of cas while cas blows dean. probably.