imagine if hell is just being on hold for the rest of eternity
In Supernatural, when Crowley became ‘King of Hell’ he redesigned it as an infinite queue to nothing in particular, giving his subjects the pleasure of reaching the front of the line every couple hundred years or so… before having to return to the end of the line. What a dick.
We only see each other around 2 or 3 am because I can’t be bothered to make plans during the day. He wants to take me out to dinner and my response is that we can eat each other instead. He says I must be hungry, I haven’t eaten, and I become aggressive and go down on him, picturing myself gorging on food without the calories. I’ve made myself a booty call to an insanely sweet guy who wants me to be his girlfriend, using him as a substitute to my ED. What the?