february 21st // the anniversary of one of the best things that has happened to me // for emily and our weird but incredible marriage. i love you babe! @hsinlvegas


tfw when ur otp’s status of Fave is threatened

why the hell did i draw this


Okay so…I was re-watching a few episodes to study several of Paris’ buildings, but this screenshot is just??? Like, srsly, look @ these children!! Throughout their run upstairs none of them falter to smile at each other after being reunited. It’s one of the most adorable scenes ever and I cannot believe I didn’t see this ‘til now! I’M- (●´□`)ノ♡


clexa + watching over the other while they sleep 

~ SPN 12x11 coda ~

Dean’s head still throbbed by the time the [Lebanon - 13 miles] sign gleamed in the Impala’s headlights. The three cups of coffee at dinner had not helped to ease the pain, and neither had the four Ibuprofen Sam gave him once they got back to the car. Sleep – that’s what he needed now.

He rubbed his hand over his face, grimacing at the stabbing ache behind his eyes. “Want me to take over?” Sam asked, Dean dropping his hand to the wheel. He sounded concerned and rightly so. If Dean was being honest with himself, Sam should have been the one to drive.

But since when was he honest, especially with himself?

“Nah, I’m good.” He tightened his grip on the steering wheel when Sam scoffed. “Besides, we’re almost home.”

Dean could almost feel Sam roll his eyes. He scanned the shadowed turnoffs for the one that would lead them home. His inner autopilot told him that it was coming up soon, but the actual location was escaping him right now. Panic fluttered in his chest and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from voicing his concerns. He could figure this out; he could remember this…there was no need to worry Sam.

“Dean.” Sam pointed off to the left side of the road. “Did you forget our turn?” He recognized it then, his anxiety decreasing a little as he slowed down and turned onto the gravel road.

It was not too long before they reached the bunker. Dean was relieved, if not a little overwhelmed, by the rush of memories flooding. Everything would be back to normal in the morning, probably…He just needed to sleep off the lingering remains of the spell.

“Go inside,” Sam said once Dean parked the Impala. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“So bossy.” Dean slipped out of his seat and grinned back at Sam. He closed the car door and trudged to the front door, his keys jingling in his hand.

The muted sounds of a far-off TV greeted Dean once he was inside the bunker. He squinted, the florescent lights grating against his headache. The high-pitched ring of the TV led him to the study where he found Cas. He glanced over to the doorway when Dean cleared his throat. “Hey, Cas.”

“You’re back.” His brow furrowed as Dean staggered into the room. Little specks of light danced around the edges of his vision as Cas sat up on the couch. “Are you okay? Dean?” Dean nodded, his temples throbbing in protest at the quick movement. He must have winced, judging by the concerned tch of Cas’ tongue. Dean sat on the edge of the couch next to him and met his eyes. “What happened?”

“Witch. Lost my memory for a while. Now all I’ve got is this headache.”

Cas extended his hand, placing his fore and middle fingertips on Dean’s temple. The vice-like pressure vanished in a blink of an eye. Cas’ gentle touch lingered for a few seconds before he dropped his hand to the space between them on the couch. “Better?”

Dean moved to stand, happy to find that the world was no longer topsy-turvy. “Much. Thanks, buddy.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” 

Dean looked down at Cas who had gone back to watching TV, anxiety tightening around his chest. The mantra he had chanted to himself all day sprang unbidden to his mind once again. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam is my brother. Mary Winchester is my mom. And Casti – 

“You’re my best friend.” He blurted before the panic he felt earlier could settle in again. “You know that, right?” A tiny smile curved the corner of Cas’ lips as he nodded. “Promise me you won’t forget that.”

Cas glanced over, looking like he was about to make some sort of sarcastic remark. His smirk, slight as it was, dropped when he took in Dean’s solemn expression. “I promise.”

A sigh of relief loosened the anxious tension constricting his chest. Dean smiled as he headed for the door. “Night, Cas.” He paused when he reached the doorway, glancing over his shoulder to find Cas watching him. “See you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

“On the Fall” or “How Will and Hannibal survive their post-murderous orgasmic plunge into Season 4″


Let’s just get out the way that Hannibal picked that hideout out near the cliff because he a) knew he was going to need to escape from the authorities someday long before he met Will (remember when he said he had taken Miriam Lass there?) and b) he most likely trained and/or had survived a fall from a great height in the past. Also, people who tend to have total physical control over their bodies (i.e. martial artists or acrobats) are more likely to survive falls from substantial heights. (unlike the rest of us, myself included :p). I’m thinking Hannibal, when he picked the hideout, knew that if the time ever came, he would escape “falling” to his death, knowing that most people would think he plunged to his death, when he actually had survived.

Now let’s get to Will. Will, after giving into his urges, pulled Hannibal and himself off the cliff. He most likely believed there was no way he would be able to have a viable life on the run with Hannibal because he had never lived that way before. But thank god for Hannibal’s resolve. I’m thinking Hannibal chose to embrace Will so close to the cliff because it gave Will the opportunity to either pulled them off, after which Hannibal would save them, OR they would just make out on the cliff edge, which is actually little romantic….now that I think about it…with the moonlight…and all…

Anyway, I digress. Hannibal positioned himself near the cliff knowing that there was the possibility of Will pulling them off, allowing them to have a plausible get-away from Jack and the FBI. But, like I’ve said before, Will probably wanted to die and take Hannibal with him; seeing it as his ONLY option. So, Will probably let his body go limp as they fell.

And with that, here’s the story…

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Transition into the preteen stage complete.

Clem has officially become the sassmaster.