The world is made of faith, trust and pixie dust.

Elena (or Ella), 26, Lazy, Forgetful, Fangirlish, Random. Shipper. Hufflepuff.
Wannabe poet and photographer.

Likes: Photography, Books (Harry Potter the most), Doctor Who, Merlin, Music (Michael Jackson, Linkin Park, OSTs, Japanese music), Anime/Manga (Sailor Moon, anything CLAMP, Slayers, Fairy Tail, KHR, Pandora Hearts - to name a few), Movies (The Avengers, Memoirs of a Geisha, SWATH, HP, LotR, Iron Man)
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2014!Dean + Cain!Dean parallels~

He’s… slowly becoming exactly what he hated about that Croat Verse version of himself, in exactly this year… and he doesn’t even realize it. Or if he does, he’s choosing to ignore it, which is even worse. What are we going to do with you, Dean?

(via ahobbitscourage)

Make Me Choose
hershelgrimes asked: Sterek or Scallison?

(via lonewolf-hale)

mypatronusisyou:

dontbedeaded:

penaltybox:

IM JEALOUS OF COUNTRIES THAT TEACH LANGUAGES TO CHILDREN FROM A YOUNG AGE SO BY THE TIME THEYRE LIKE 18 THEYRE BILINGUAL . IN MY ELEVEN YEARS OF AMERICAN PUBLIC SCHOOLING I CAN NAME YOU LIKE 5 COLORS IN SPANISH

i’m a 14 years old argentinian girl and i run a blog in english

literally everyone in America hates the American education system and has thousands of ideas for how to make it better but nothing ever fucking changes 

Bilingual nothing. If I had put any real effort in learning the languages we were taught in school, I’d have been fluent in 4 languages by the time I was 18. My class started French in second grade and English in 5th, and I also had Spanish in high school (besides the other 2). And that’s just my case. there are some schools here where they teach German first. There are a couple of high schools which apparently also teach Japanese.

(via lonewolf-hale)

verysupernaturallyobsessed:

ellayuki:

THE EVERLOVING FUCK, DEAN???

Hopefully that was more the Mark talking…

i guess i’m the only one who thought that dean letting that vamp know that his ass was totally owned was awesome.  i always seem to be the only one.

Oh, it was awesome! Just… it threw me off for a few moments. Probably because I don’t remember ever seeing him telling someone to look at him when he kills them. It might not be the first time the looks someone dead in the eyes as he does it but I don’t think he’s ever had quite this kind of outburst before?

So yeah, awesome yet terrifying.

THE EVERLOVING FUCK, DEAN???

Hopefully that was more the Mark talking…

…I REALLY don’t like Jody’s new haircut. I’m sorry. I just don’t.

Not liveblogging SPN tonight. I’m watching it, but I’m too sleepy to type so yeah.

bethrevis:

you could kill a man in any of these dresses, and pretty sure no jury would convict you. those are killing-men dresses, that’s what i’m saying

I want every single one of these. Especially numbers 1, 4, 7, 9 & 10 (from top down).

(via fangrais)

'Alpha Pact' Coda Fic

There’s this short scene I have in my head, takes place a couple of minutes after Derek asks Stiles “What about Cora?” and right before he leaves.

Spoilers: Up to the beginning of 3x11, mostly of 3x10.

Word Count: 396

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Derek’s just about to leave the hospital to go after Isaac, Peter and Cora, leaving Stiles behind to distract the police.

Just as Derek turns to leave, Stiles calls his name.

“Hey… Derek.”

It’s more the hesitancy in the boy’s tone than anything else, that has him stop and turn back around, patient. Stiles is looking at the ground, biting his lip for a moment. Then he looks up, still hesitant. Hesitant, but still looking him straight in the eyes, like always.

“Thank you. For believing us. About Jennifer, I mean. You didn’t have to, but you did. So. Thanks.”

Derek just looks at him for a few moments, quietly contemplating this slip of a boy. He’d been so fierce earlier, yelling in Derek’s face. Now he is just a teenage boy, lost and hurting and scared for his family. Derek understands him.

“There was no reason not to believe you. You’ve never lied to me. You’d have no reason to lie to me about something so important.” He answers, finally.

But Stiles is as always, stubborn and insistent and insecure.

“Scott has lied to you before, even when it was important. You’d have had every right to believe a woman you care about over a couple of kids who have always caused you trouble.”

And he’s right. All of that is true. Except.

“Scott may have lied to me. But you haven’t. You’ve never lied to me, Stiles. Not when it mattered. And everything about you said you were telling the truth: your heartbeat, your scent. The pain on your face.”

Derek takes a step closer and puts a warm, comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder. Stiles gives him a weak smile and takes a shuddering breath.

“Also. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier. And I shouldn’t have brought up Kate. That was low, even for me.”

Derek shakes his head. “It’s okay. You were upset and you were panicking and you were… are afraid for your dad’s life. I get that. So don’t worry about it.”

They stare at each other for a few moments longer, drawing a little bit of strength and comfort from one another before Stiles remembers that Derek should really get going.

The Alpha squeezes Stiles’ shoulder one last time, claps it twice and is gone.

They each have their piece of this huge clusterfuck to deal with.

~*~*~