I have been tagged by @patrickmstump (thanks lauren !)

What would someone need to watch or read to truly understand you?


× Games ×
(Ahhh i am like the Least Gamer person ever)
- Animal Crossing
- Pokemon
- Just like Nintendo DS games in general

x Movies x
-  Finding Nemo
- Sweeney Todd
- Harry Potter
- Anastasia

× Television ×
(i also don’t watch a lot of TV)
- Supernatural
- Phineas And Ferb
- The news

× Music ×
- Fall Out Boy
- Panic! At The Disco
- We Are The In Crowd
- Daughtry
- Aida The Musical

× Books ×
- Harry Potter
- The Faerie Path Series by Frewin Jones
- Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
- Twilight (sorry not sorry… this series had a big impact on my early teen years)
- The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine

× Songs ×
- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy
- You Found Me - The Fray
- Thinking of You - Katy Perry
- I Know The Truth - from Aida
- Allie - Patrick Stump
- Fourth Of July - Fall Out Boy
- I Wanna Be Free - Panic! At The Disco
- Breakdown - Daughtry
- The Calendar - Panic! At The Disco
- Long Live The Kids - We Are The In Crowd
- Thunder - Boys Like Girls

This was really fun. Also I realize all these things are like Old and Not current but oh well, I think they all reflect me well.

I tag @disenchanfed, @a-broke-in-heart, @demoltionloving, @canismaiors and anyone else who wants to do this (please if you do want, do it, and tag me!!)

I was tagged by @artificial-jazz to list 10 songs I’m obsessed with! (Ooo this should be fun!)

1. Aaa - The AAA Girls
2. Power- Little Mix
3. Give Me Tonight- Adore Delano
4. Best Xxxcesory - Manila Luzon (it’s a guilty pleasure okay? The song is catchy af)
5. Greedy- Ariana Grande
6. Lucky- Britney Spears
7. Kailidescope- Courtney Act
8. A Little Party Never Killed Nobody- Courtney Act
9. Waiting for Superman- Daughtry
10. Monkey - George Michael

I tag: @theofficialcunt to do this next! (And anyone else who wants to do it can do it and say I told you to)


Pamela Ann Daughtry was absolutely petrified of her own 14-year-old son, Mitchell Daughtry. On the afternoon of 18 August, 2015, Pamela sent an alarming text message to her adult daughter in which she begged her to come over to speak to Mitchell, who she said was in one of his angry moods again. When her daughter came over a couple of hours later, it was already too late. She entered the home of her mother and brother to discover a barbaric bloodbath. Pamela was lying dead on the kitchen floor, her body riddled with stab wounds. Mitchell was nowhere to be found. He remained on the run for just one day, when police tracked him down in Sunny Isles Beach, Miami. After slaying his mother, he stole her car and fled the scene. When he was apprehended, he had confessed to a number of friends via text message what he had done before attempting to end his own life by swallowing pills. He is currently awaiting trial.

Today could have been the day
That you blow out your candles,
And make a wish as you close your eyes.
Today could have been the day,
that everybody was laughing.
Instead, I just sit here and cry,

Who would you be?
What would you look like,
When you looked at me
for the very first time?
Today could have been
The next day of the rest of your life.

Would you have been president?
Or a painter, an author,
or sing like your mother?
One thing is evident,
Would’ve given all I had,
Would’ve loved you like no other.

Not a day goes by,
That I don’t think of you,
I’m always asking why
this crazy world had to lose,
Such a ray of light we never knew.
Gone too soon.

Start of Something Good

Originally posted by mooseleys

This is my submission for Becka and Johanna’s Challenge!! (@beckawinchester@boredoutofmymindwriting

Prompt: (#8) As she walked towards the exit of her favorite coffee shop she glanced down at her cup. “you’re beautiful,” was written in place of her name. She glanced back and their eyes met.

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: None! Just Benny fluff

A/N: I didn’t use the prompt word for word, but it’s there towards the end. Enjoy the vampirate fluff my fellow Benny peeps.

Keep reading


From this request: Could you write a song fic on the song waiting for superman by daughtry… the reader is Sam & Deans kid sister and its basically all the times the boys play ‘superman’ (like save her life- like if she gets tortured or severely injured on a hunt)

Here’s the song


When you’re little, everything seems so… big. That’s why the smallest accomplishments make you feel like you’re invincible. But it’s also why the smallest upsets seem like the end of the world.

John had told Dean to take you and Sammy to the park, to burn off some of your excess energy and to give John some time to go talk to some witnesses. Dean watched from a bench as you and Sammy played—he was too old for that kiddie shit.

Sammy was pumping away on the swings, laughing. You were climbing the steps to the slide.

“De!” you called. “Look! I’m as tall as you!”

Dean couldn’t help but smile.

You slid down the metal sheet, laughing, arms up in the air as though you were on a rollercoaster. You waved to Dean as you sat on the end, legs dangling. You started to scoot yourself to the edge, your feet nearing the ground little by little.

And then the other kid came crashing down behind you.

You sprawled out on the ground while the other kid ran off, paying no mind to you.

“Hey!” Dean yelled, running toward you. “Get back here you little jerk!”

Dean would have chased after the kid but he heard you sniffling. He turned and saw you sitting on the ground, tears streaking your face.

“Hey, it’s okay, Y/N,” Dean said, crouching next to you.

You let out a small sob as you looked at your scraped palms and knees. Sam ran over, slightly out of breath.

“What happened?” he asked, even the concerned-elder-brother at this young age.

“Nothing,” Dean said. He could see blood trying to seep through your torn skin and he didn’t need Sammy making a ruckus about it; it would only serve to work you up even more.

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill. “Here. Go over to the ice cream truck and get you and Y/N something.”

Sam looked as if he wanted to argue, but he took the money and jogged away.

“All right, come on, Y/N.” Dean carefully slid his arms under you and carried you off to the bench he’d previously been on. He sat you down and crouched once more, looking into your eyes.

“I’m going to check you out, okay? I promise it won’t hurt.”

You sniffed, the tears still in your eyes, but you nodded. You trusted Dean with your life.

Dean examined your palms and knees; the skin wasn’t torn too badly. It would heal in a few days. He blew on it, trying to get the excess dirt off. You winced slightly but didn’t cry.

Dean poured a little of the water from the bottle he’d brought onto your wound, which made you whine. “I know,” he said. “Almost done.” He carefully patted your skin with the shirttail of his flannel. Then he pulled a couple Band-Aids from his wallet and stuck them on. “There. Good as new.”

Sammy stepped up at that moment, two popsicles in his hand. “Here, Y/N.”

You smiled as you took the treat, carefully sucking on the tip. You checked out Dean’s handiwork, your tears nearly dry. “Thank you, De.”

Dean smiled. “You’re welcome, Y/N.”

“You were like Superman,” Sam said in awe.

Dean laughed. “I’m no superhero, Sam. But it’s our job to always be there for Y/N, you got that?”

Sam nodded, eyes wide. You smiled and held your popsicle out to Dean, which he gladly took a bite of.


Sam shifted slightly. He was unused to wearing a suit, but John wouldn’t let you go to the school dance by yourself and he needed Dean to help him with the hunt.

Sam looked around. He hadn’t seen you in a while. He walked the perimeter of the gym; you weren’t by the punch table, you weren’t on the dancefloor. He finally spotted you sitting by yourself on the bleachers, head in your hands.

Sam bounded up the steps and carefully sat next to you. “Y/N?”

“Go away, Sam.”

“What’s wrong?”


Sam knew that was a lie. He slowly reached forward and started poking your arm, once, twice, three times, four times, five times…

After about twenty times you looked over at him. “Will you stop?”

“Will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. It’s… I was stupid.”


You sniffed. “I thought….”


“I thought Josh wanted me to come to the dance so he could ask me out.”


“Turns out, he just asked me here because he wanted all the popular kids to make fun of my thrift-store dress.”

Sam’s blood began to boil. He scanned the floor, finally finding Josh and the rest of the popular crowd in the corner. “Come on, Y/N.”

“Where are we going?”

“Back home. But there’s something I have to do first.” Sam slipped his hand around your elbow and pulled you up. You followed him down the bleachers, wondering what was going on.

Once you reached the floor, Sam gave you a gentle shove. “Go outside. I’ll be there in a minute.”


But Sam had disappeared into the crowd. You climbed back up the bleachers, looking in the direction he’d gone. You spotted him just as he reached Josh. It looked like Sam was saying something to him and Josh laughed him off.

Then Sam punched Josh in the nose.

You quickly got down from the bleachers, meeting Sam on the floor. “What the hell was that?”

“I thought I told you to go outside.”

“You just punched Josh in the nose!”

“I know,” Sam said, looping his hand around your elbow and leading you toward the door. “And now we’re leaving.”

Sam led you out to the car, glancing behind him for security guards.

“Sam,” you said. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did. He hurt you.”

You smiled to yourself, watching as Sam dug in his pocket for the keys. You bounced up on your toes, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re my hero.”



You heard the chorus of voices above you and it was the most wonderful sound you’d ever heard. You watched (through the eye that wasn’t swollen shut) as one of the demons headed upstairs.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of here, just because your loser brothers show up,” the other demon said.

A screech was heard above. The second demon growled and headed upstairs; a second screech was soon heard.

And then you heard two sets of pounding footsteps heading toward you.


Dean and Sam burst in. Dean immediately checked the rest of the basement while Sam stepped over and began to untie you.

“You okay, kiddo?” Dean asked, helping Sam pull you from the chair.

“Never better,” you said, leaning against your brothers.

“Sorry we didn’t get here sooner,” Sam said. “We thought they were keeping you at the other safe-house.”

“It’s okay. I knew my Supermen would come.”