living in kansas

midwestern gothic is a really under-utilized aesthetic but it honestly has so much potential

think about it, it’s perfect:

endless plains that threaten to engulf you in their silence; abandoned old houses, barely standing, that haunt the prairie as much as they themselves are haunted; the remnants of an industrial wasteland that tower over the plains, rusting and crumbling before your eyes; prairie fire eating up the earth, because sometimes the world must burn for life to flourish; highway signs that scream “hell is real” from the edges of the road like a warning; and those little pockets of picture-perfect suburbia, slowly rotting from the inside out

and you can’t escape it, the nothingness of it all– what’s more terrifying than that?

libfems say that “swerfs” hate sex workers, yet they care more about what a white middle class camgirl living in kansas says than the estimated 40 million trafficked women and girls who are raped every day. that sounds like hating sex workers to me.


john and paul - 3 october 1964

“the beatles recorded an appearance for a british edition of us music tv show shindig! at the granville studio in london. the performance was watched by london residents of the beatles fan club. the beatles performed three songs live: kansas city/hey-hey-hey-hey!, i’m a loser and boys.”

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The Fake Boyfriend (Part 5)

Summary: Reader bumps into a stranger and her life gets flipped upside down…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I loved this series and hope you guys did too!…

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Imagine taking Dean to your high school reunion

Summary: Dean talks you into going to your ten year high school reunion

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: self doubt/self esteem issues

A/N: sorry I’ve been so absent lately… between school and being sick and writer’s block, writing has been tough lately. Enjoy Dean fluff! I have a serious thing for scruffy Dean… (not my pic, found it on google images)

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Story Time

So my house is haunted.
This all started as a joke a few years ago, to explain things, like why a door closed, what a noise was.
You know the usual.
And ever since the beginning we have called my ghost George.
I don’t know why, it was just the first name that felt right.
Recently, my friend and I have decided that my ghost is King George III.
Now I know what you’re saying, why the fuck would the ghost of a king from Great Britain be haunting my house?(I live in bumfuck of Kansas) I would like to know that as well.
We decided that is was him however, whilst listening to the Hamilton soundtrack.
We connected my phone via Bluetooth to my Beats Boombox (Look at that product placement) and started the album.
Everything was going good, and we made it through the whole soundtrack once with no problems.
And then the songs would skip words, or speed up in the beginning.
Things that don’t normally happen.
And then it began skipping songs completely.
To the point where the only songs that would play in full, would be all of King George’s songs.
And so that how we decided that my ghost, whom I conveniently named George, was actually King George III.
And he’s a gigantic asshole.
Carry on.