Young Run-Away.

The name's Maddy. (M-A-D-D-Y).
I'm kinda silly.
I will always have things to work on.
There will always be things I don't know.
I have a habit of losing things when I need them most
And those things have a habit of showing up and getting in the way of everything.
For reasons unknown to myself, I happen to get through the day.
I don't want to be older, I don't want to stay younger
I want to go through life the way I am meant to.

I'm in love with Supernatural, so that's really what this blog is...I don't make many original posts, cuz I'm not quality like that, but I do reblog like a boss.

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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

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donovanandandersonarecunts:

skeleton-treasuries:

s-h-e-r-l-o-c-k-e-d-b-b-c:

deducemyheart:

cloudsareforcertain:

thenextdragonborn:

zebraffe:

raptorific:

Play the song while staring directly at the image. 

/SPITSCOFFEOUTEVERYWHERE

and then i died

mother of tacos

this is the moriarty theme song

Dear Sweet Holy Mother of God.

#ICan’tEven…

I went cross-eyed

with joy

The worst part is I’ve heard this before

sherlockbbc:

sherlock-and-docmartin:

“Somebody loves you. If I had to punch that face, I’d avoid your nose and teeth too.”

     -Irene Adler

SCREAMING

(Source: epistolaryconnotations)

reallysherlock: johnlockismydivision: mustang-and-sally: Sherlock: John, I’m bored. …Jawn. Jawn. Jawn. JAWN. Pay attention to me! this is immensely adorable! Tell me I’m amazing, Jawn. TELL ME.

reallysherlock:

johnlockismydivision:

mustang-and-sally:

Sherlock: John, I’m bored. …Jawn. Jawn. Jawn. JAWN. Pay attention to me!

this is immensely adorable!

Tell me I’m amazing, Jawn. TELL ME.

#i feel personally victimized by your face

moriartea: #this is a cruel and unusual punishment

moriartea:

#this is a cruel and unusual punishment

(Source: emringe)

queen-moriarty:

thefootlefolly:

Every now and again, I’ve found myself shouting “BORED!” around the house in the style of Sherlock Holmes.  Now if only I had a pistol … 

Spirit animal if I’ve ever had one

(Source: bluerubyrock)

sharedheaven: Over the years of Supernatural, over the seasons, we’ve seen so many things change, get teared down, develop, grow. We’ve seen mistake after mistake, one rescue and heroic deed after another, and two brothers that, despite any differences they have, would go to the ends of the earth to protect each other. The pilot of a show, like the pilot light on a stove, is just the beginning. It’s the first hard punch to the gut that, if done right, will capture you in a way that gets you completely hooked. I don’t think there has ever been a better example than that of Supernatural’s pilot. A family, a smiling, mother and father, an adorable four year old boy, and an infant we immediately know as Sammy, in a dark house in Kansas. In a world full of teen dramas, vampire romances, sitcoms and crime shows this is a small entrance; a quiet one. A kiss on the forehead delivered by a small boy along with a ‘Goodnight, love,’ a soft start to a story that will never leave me. Dark figure, burning woman, horrified husband, running child holding a child, and a family of two boys and one man left on the road next to a house gone up in flames.  Music, a long-legged girl ready for a costume party, a tall boy with brown hair, and a short quick story that falls right into place. The baby in the crib, ‘not exactly the Bradys’, loving girlfriend and a life so far away from the flame engulfed house.  An almost-silent break in, a young man in a jacket that’s a little too big, ‘Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days,’ a conversation of a past that we as the audience we can’t begin to imagine, and suddenly a search for their father begins.  Two boys gone from bedtime forehead kisses, to words long held in being spit out, to the elder of them, for the second time, carrying the younger out of a building on fire. No one in the beginning of the story had ever heard of the Winchesters, but by the end I’m sure most were in love with them.  It’s the kind of love story that many people wouldn’t be able to grasp. The ends of the earth, beyond that even, for fight for family, for home, for justice, and for safety. And destiny too intricate for even the ones caught in the middle to understand. Monsters, demons, spirits and angels, mythical creatures heard of in story books and Sunday school, and it all started with this. 

sharedheaven:

Over the years of Supernatural, over the seasons, we’ve seen so many things change, get teared down, develop, grow. We’ve seen mistake after mistake, one rescue and heroic deed after another, and two brothers that, despite any differences they have, would go to the ends of the earth to protect each other.

The pilot of a show, like the pilot light on a stove, is just the beginning. It’s the first hard punch to the gut that, if done right, will capture you in a way that gets you completely hooked. I don’t think there has ever been a better example than that of Supernatural’s pilot.

A family, a smiling, mother and father, an adorable four year old boy, and an infant we immediately know as Sammy, in a dark house in Kansas. In a world full of teen dramas, vampire romances, sitcoms and crime shows this is a small entrance; a quiet one. A kiss on the forehead delivered by a small boy along with a ‘Goodnight, love,’ a soft start to a story that will never leave me.

Dark figure, burning woman, horrified husband, running child holding a child, and a family of two boys and one man left on the road next to a house gone up in flames. 

Music, a long-legged girl ready for a costume party, a tall boy with brown hair, and a short quick story that falls right into place. The baby in the crib, ‘not exactly the Bradys’, loving girlfriend and a life so far away from the flame engulfed house. 

An almost-silent break in, a young man in a jacket that’s a little too big, ‘Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days,’ a conversation of a past that we as the audience we can’t begin to imagine, and suddenly a search for their father begins. 

Two boys gone from bedtime forehead kisses, to words long held in being spit out, to the elder of them, for the second time, carrying the younger out of a building on fire.

No one in the beginning of the story had ever heard of the Winchesters, but by the end I’m sure most were in love with them. 

It’s the kind of love story that many people wouldn’t be able to grasp. The ends of the earth, beyond that even, for fight for family, for home, for justice, and for safety. And destiny too intricate for even the ones caught in the middle to understand.

Monsters, demons, spirits and angels, mythical creatures heard of in story books and Sunday school, and it all started with this.