My Mom Saying "i Didnt Expect You To Be Into Supernatural" As If It Doesnt Fill The Void In My Soul For

entering the fray: government name Evan Diaz, turnout coat B. Diaz, still goes by Buck, obviously, and does not explain why when he meets new people.

S8 Ep6 || S3 Ep4 - LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON

inspired by @ambernotember's post

You have GOT to be FUCKING KIDDING ME.

there is no way.

THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY.

WHAT THE FUCK.

WHAT THE FUCK???

Trying to figure out if my social anxiety is a result of my depression or if my depression is a result of my social anxiety

The way Buck's coma dream foreshadowed his life with Eddie

you know what im desperate for actually. buddie forehead touch. i think it would blow my head clean off my shoulders

Oh my sweet summer child

i like just started s4 of supernatural two days ago. is the odd homosexual tension between dean and castiel a regular occurrence or…?

will come back to this in the future when i get further into the show.

Bobby Nash dad through and through. only a dad repeatedly drops a bizarre piece of self lore that has somehow never come up in years and walks away. oh you were a childhood figure skating champion? oh your mom is a televangelist? and also not dead? your wife just found this out too? this is the guy whose known lore has a body count in the triple digits btw. I love Bobby so bad

YES FUCK YES YESYESYES THEYRE HERE

Did that guy just witness a forest fire? IS THIS GONNA BE WHAT I THINK IT IS????

I fear no one is going to get this because it is a hungarian book we had to read in... I don't even know what grade. 3rd or 4th, maybe? It's called "A Pál utcai fiúk" ("The boys of Pál Street", written 1906), and it's about a group of kids who find a big, abandoned... field? I think? in the city of Budapest, on Pál street, and make it their own, and turn it into their HQ. They become friends, or more accurately, form a club, and have strict rules to follow. If I remember correctly, (I literally haven't read this book in seven years) there is also a rival club of boys, who they are trying to sabotage. I cannot for the life of me remember the plot, but I do know there was this one kid, young and scrawny and small, who was constantly trying to prove himself. Some things happened, which led the boys to believe he betrayed them, and was a traitor - not true, of course - and as punishment, they wrote his name into their rulebook with lowercase latters, the lowest and most humiliating thing a member of the club could be punished with, and they kicked him out. (Ah yeas, I remember, his name was Nemecsek I think!)

Meanwhile, however, in an earlier adventure, Nemecsek fell into a cold lake on a winter night, already a bit down with the cold. After he was kicked out, the boys ignore him completely, and shun their friend out - so they don't realise in time that the illness got serious. Nemecsek got pneumonia, i think, which at the time was incredibly dangerous, especially for a frail little boy like him.

Needless to say, he dies, with none of his friends there, his mother bawling on his chest, still believing his only friends hate him. When the boys hear about this, they are shook, of course, and immidiately forgive him and feel completely fucking horrible, but it's too little too late. They honor him by not only rewrite his name with the correct -capital letters, but by writing it in ALL capital letters.

I bawled my eyes out. I was such a little kid at the time, and i loved reading and getting invested in stories, and this fucking broke me. I finished the book at like 1 am one evening, which at the time was very late for little me, and my brother heard me literally sobbing and had to comfort me. First encounter with MCD. I didn't even think it was real. I just kept reading, because I was like "what do you mean? Books ALWAYS have a good ending please this has to be a joke - " it was not. Fucking. Broke me.

fuck it, i'm curious. reblog and tag with the first fictional death to ever rewrite your brain chemistry and/or make you cry like a baby. mine was ares from the underland chronicles (who, for context, was a giant bat.) to this day i will weep if i think too hard about it. okay, go.