Shannan | 19 | Bahamas

Mostly a Supernatural blog with a dash of Merlin, Sherlock, and Doctor Who

There be spoilers out there!
Supernatural Spoiler Tag: season nein

Currently Watching:
Supernatural
Game of Thrones
The Tomorrow People

Currently Reading:
Paper Towns
Looking for Alaska

My Darlings:


thelittleconsultingmermaid:

im filling out my college application and one of the options for the personal statement is

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MY TIME HAS COME

I realized I might have fucked up slightly because I got that same question and I wrote my essay on the Trix rabbit…

(via kingofattolia)


darkest-fallen-angel:

musingsdeme:

medleymonster:

Can we take a moment to appreciate rough and tough, super badass Dean and Sam, who’ve hunted hundreds of demons and monsters were always too nice to kill a deer? 

well, duh, they know what it’s like to lose their mom…no way their killing bambi’s

you just had to say it, didn’t you?

(via exit-stage-crowley)


screaming-towards-apotheosis:

sebadasstian-stan:

agentsofthenterprise:

so how about a movie starring Chris Evans, Chris Pine, Chris Hemsworth, and Chris Pratt directed by Christopher Nolan naturally titled The Crisis 

THE CHRISIS

Coming out this Christmas

(via deanfinity)


hellhoundsprey:

The first few nights after the fire, the boys wouldn’t leave John’s side. Clinging to him like tiny monkeys, shaking, never stopping shaking, trembling through their fragile bodies. Unable to do anything, in shock, loss, mourning, John held them tight to his chest and didn’t let go. Only when they finally slipped into sleep, he would allow himself to shake, too.
On the fourth morning, he decided that what Mary’s boys needed wasn’t a father sobbing himself to sleep. They needed someone to hold on to, look up to, trust, protect them.
He never held them close like in these endless nights ever again.

hellhoundsprey:

The first few nights after the fire, the boys wouldn’t leave John’s side. Clinging to him like tiny monkeys, shaking, never stopping shaking, trembling through their fragile bodies. Unable to do anything, in shock, loss, mourning, John held them tight to his chest and didn’t let go. Only when they finally slipped into sleep, he would allow himself to shake, too.

On the fourth morning, he decided that what Mary’s boys needed wasn’t a father sobbing himself to sleep. They needed someone to hold on to, look up to, trust, protect them.

He never held them close like in these endless nights ever again.


Your daddy was a noble man
He loved us all so dear
But now it seems like he forgot
since I’m no longer here.

He should have taught you how to catch
or throw or kick a ball
He should have read you fairy tales
You ought to know them all.

He should have wiped your tears away
and said “Now, don’t be scared.
There are no monsters” is the one and only
lie you should have heard.

But since you barely managed
to read or count to ten
he turned your lives away from all
I’ve wanted for you then.

He taught you how to shoot a gun
and how to aim for good
“Hit bull’s eye or you will be dead”
You nodded, understood.

A knife was never used to dice
or slice some food to eat
He’d tell you “Carry it all times”
and have you both repeat.

He trained you how to run and fight
for you to save your life
but never showed you, not one bit,
for what you should survive.

Death was all upon us
the moment we had met
but how I wished your father hadn’t
killed your childhoods yet.

Your daddy is a noble man
I know you love him dear
But now it seems like he forgets
what daddies are for here.

— hellhoundsprey (via hellhoundsprey)


hellhoundsprey:

John’s friends had donated a few children’s books to the tiny family - but John was too busy and Dean couldn’t read yet. So he’d take the books and make up his own stories for baby Sam, according to the pictures.
By the time Dean actually could read the real stories to him, Sam was old enough to scold him for “tellin’em all wwong”. He would then recite his big brother’s made-up stories, starting with: “See, Dee, weal stowy goes like this…”

hellhoundsprey:

John’s friends had donated a few children’s books to the tiny family - but John was too busy and Dean couldn’t read yet. So he’d take the books and make up his own stories for baby Sam, according to the pictures.

By the time Dean actually could read the real stories to him, Sam was old enough to scold him for “tellin’em all wwong”. He would then recite his big brother’s made-up stories, starting with: “See, Dee, weal stowy goes like this…”