to set eyes again upon your heart.

Ask me anything   My names Alissa and this is where I reblog favorite posts from the mannnnyyy fandoms I follow. Mostly Teen Wolf and a little bit of Supernatural. Nothing more, nothing less.

issietheshark:

blue is the warmest colour (2013)

issietheshark:

blue is the warmest colour (2013)

(via danmassarick)

— 1 month ago with 556 notes
"I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you."
(via suchvodka)

(Source: aknai, via greennoticedblue)

— 1 month ago with 58162 notes
#quote 
deanmoans asked: Okay so you can pick which one you like because I sent two... 35 sam and dean (I just really love when you write okay, everything you write is beautiful.)


Answer:

abaddonless:

hold my hand

Sam’s first memory of holding Dean’s hand was from when he was six years old and Dean was ten, already way cooler and way  more interesting than Sam could ever manage to be. (Or so he thought. These days, Sam is clearly far superior.) He doesn’t really remember anything else, just the feeling of safety and happiness that he got from it.

He supposes there was hand holding in the intermediate years between six and ten, but Sam doesn’t really remember those times. They probably weren’t significant.

But at ten, Dean is fourteen and he comes home from one of his first hunts with a banged up shoulder, blood dripping out of his nose, and a wild grin on his face. Sam has been watches anxiously from the window the whole night, TV in the motel off and forgotten.

He grabs Dean’s hand while dad pops his shoulder back into place, and doesn’t let go until Dean passes out from the Vicodin.

They’ve had handshakes and high-fives and fist-bumps (and  that memorable “secret handshake” phase that really just involved a lot of Sam acting like a dumbass, in retrospect) but none of those things felt the same.

None of it really felt the same, Sam guesses, because there’s nothing like holding Dean’s hand on the top of a table in a tiny diner hidden thirty miles off the interstate. It can’t come close to Dean sliding out of his booth to use the restroom, brushing a kiss clean and easy across the back of Sam’s knuckles as he excuses himself.

There are no memories that can compare to that.

send me one of these numbers and one or two characters and get a drabble!

— 2 months ago with 13 notes
#supernatural 
deanmoans asked: Okay so you can pick which one you like because I sent two... 35 sam and dean (I just really love when you write okay, everything you write is beautiful.)


Answer:

abaddonless:

hold my hand

Sam’s first memory of holding Dean’s hand was from when he was six years old and Dean was ten, already way cooler and way  more interesting than Sam could ever manage to be. (Or so he thought. These days, Sam is clearly far superior.) He doesn’t really remember anything else, just the feeling of safety and happiness that he got from it.

He supposes there was hand holding in the intermediate years between six and ten, but Sam doesn’t really remember those times. They probably weren’t significant.

But at ten, Dean is fourteen and he comes home from one of his first hunts with a banged up shoulder, blood dripping out of his nose, and a wild grin on his face. Sam has been watches anxiously from the window the whole night, TV in the motel off and forgotten.

He grabs Dean’s hand while dad pops his shoulder back into place, and doesn’t let go until Dean passes out from the Vicodin.

They’ve had handshakes and high-fives and fist-bumps (and  that memorable “secret handshake” phase that really just involved a lot of Sam acting like a dumbass, in retrospect) but none of those things felt the same.

None of it really felt the same, Sam guesses, because there’s nothing like holding Dean’s hand on the top of a table in a tiny diner hidden thirty miles off the interstate. It can’t come close to Dean sliding out of his booth to use the restroom, brushing a kiss clean and easy across the back of Sam’s knuckles as he excuses himself.

There are no memories that can compare to that.

send me one of these numbers and one or two characters and get a drabble!

— 2 months ago with 13 notes
#supernatural 
what was it like?
like growing flowers in my chest and
forgetting to pull out the weeds.

(x)

(Source: uhwincest, via samlikesdean)

— 2 months ago with 2593 notes
#supernatural 

I mean… God, I want you too. I always had, Derek.

(Source: leeeeeex, via sterekbros)

— 2 months ago with 5966 notes
#sterek  #derek hale  #stiles stilinski  #derek/stiles  #teen wolf