Have You Ever Had A Family That Made Fun Of And Talked About All Your Problems, You Can’t Control In

Way In Over My Head(Supernatural x Shadowhunters cross over)

pairing: Isabelle Lightwood x Sam Winchester, Clary Fairchild x Jace Waylon, Dean Winchester x Lydia Branwell(future), Dean Winchester x Maryse Lightwood(past), Isabelle Lightwood x Simon Lewis(past), Simon Lewis x Claire Novak, Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane, Jack Kline x Azariah Winchester

Synopsis:

Being the daughter of a shadowhunter and monster hunter can be pretty stressful at times. It was especially stressful when I felt like I was holding tight to two worlds. My name is Azariah Winchester and I am a shandowhunter, but I'm also a monster hunter too. My parents are Isabelle Lightwood and Sam Winchester. My mom is one of the greatest shadowhunters in the entire shadowhunter world and my dad is her equal, but just as a monster hunter. Because of that, I come from two pretty strong bloodlines.

The Lightwood Bloodline goes back for many generations starting form the first shadowhunter named Johnathan Shadowhunter. They vowed to protect humans from all evil threats, including demons. On my dad's side, The Winchesters have a very elaborate and difficult history. My Grandmother, Mary Winchester was raised as a hunter. Whereas, my Grandfather, John Winchester was brought into it when grandma died, but my dad and my uncle found out that my grandpa was apart of this secret organization that helped hunters and were a kind of aristocratic hunters themselves. Apparently, he was apart of a secret organization called The Men of Letters. So in a way, that made my dad and uncle Men of Letters too and I guess that kind of makes me a Men- Women of Letters too? Kind of crazy, right?

I guess you're wondering how I come into all of this. Well, this is my story and it gets a bit crazy. But it's not just a story about me, but a story about how family just isn't family and how me and my parents come closer in a fight to save the world from a threat unknown. There will be love, anger and all the things you could ask for in a story. It will definitely be the ride of a life time. So, just like my uncle Dean tells me "Carry On and enjoy the ride."

I've seen her YouTube videos and she is adorable and had such a beautiful spirit!

Please reblog this. It doesn’t matter if this isn’t the sort of thing you typically post. This will not hurt your blog.

Hi doll,

I know what you are thinking, "a letter, seriously Dean?" but you were keen on leaving your phone away for this hunt, so this is what you get. I miss you. It's been 3 weeks and as much as I appreciate those pay phone calls, it is not the same. Not the same as holding your hand, kissing you, seeing the sun break on your face while you slept. The truth is, I am lost without you, I have started noticing the way you used to ground me when I got angry. Placing your soft hands on my cheeks. The way you hug me, my body calms and my heart beats faster. You are the love of my life, I miss you and I cannot wait to kiss every inch of your body. Cannot wait for you get home, to me. If something happens on that hunt, you call me, I will be there.

Yours forever

D.W.

This person is literally the cutest! She did not have to do this, but she did! Because she dis this, it made my day! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

There are crazy things that are happening all over the world today. Anger is raging in the hearts of many and the world feels more like a battleground than the place it use to be. Because of that, I am going to try my best and commit to not be one who has anger in her heart. I will not be one who pretends that she does not give a care in the world when she really is hurting and has emotions tenfold. I will not mask my hurt with anger and I will not mask my fear with pretending to be someone I’m not. There is a phrase that says that we should fake it till we make it, but what is that benefiting us? Sure we can learn to go through the motions, but then we’re not really living. We’re kind of just in that i between state. We should be able to live and love. Love is not weak, feeling emotions is not pitiful, and faking is not living. A person is allowed to feel hurt, but they should not always choose anger. Instead, they should let theirselves feel hurt and then try to understand how they could be better. Anger just leads to feeling bitter and confusion. It’s better to let yourself feel hurt and not be quick to anger. Hear the other person out, then tell them your side, and then come to an agreement. Anger reaps pride and pride reaps blaming others entirely for the mistake that involved both parties and not just one. Is that what we become? People who blame rather than love? People who are quick to anger rather than people who care? Again, love and caring are not weak. Instead, they make us stronger. Also, a person is allowed to feel fear. One should not be hiding their fears for toughness. Yes, it’s ok to feel tough, but it is also ok to feel fearful. This allows one to understand what they are afraid of. Though some may choose a path that makes them more fearful, instead choose a path that will help you get over your fears. Now that you have discovered your fears, what can you do to help you understand your fears as they really are-getting over the fear? All this that I just described is truly living. The negatives are not and make one instead go through the motions. Today, I vow to truly live.

This is beautiful!!!! I’m crying right now!!!🥺😢😢😭😭😭😭

Goose and Carole and the son they left behind

I also love how the Barbie movie takes back Barbie as a positive symbol from all the people who told us that playing with Barbie was such a weak and girly thing to do and that we weren’t strong enough if we did play with her. Basically making her a negative thing. Ruth Handler made Barbie to inspire us girls and to help us feel like we could accomplish anything. I’m so happy the Barbie movie has decided to highlight that as a part of the movie. 🥰

Spiraling(Prologue)(A D.W Romance Fanfic)

Summary: Natalia Rosegringer is a struggling college student who works in hometown bookstore. She is a good Christian girl that focuses on her studies and never misses church. She has a secret though. Her family are witches who come from an ancient bloodline of Royal Witches. Because of this bloodline, she is given special abilities that were long ago helpful to the world before people became scared of witches and the witch trials. Natalia's particular special ability is that she has dreams that foretell the future and she can heal anyone with a touch of her hand or a feel of her singing voice. She doesn't know about all this though and wonders why she is having dreams about a handsome man with pitch black eyes, in an old house every night...

Featuring: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Baby The Impala, Ellen Harvelle, Rowena Macleod, Castiel, Jack Kline and TBC...

Prologue:

Sometimes, sitting on your computer and writing out your problems is all you can do. Sometimes, it's just better to ruin things and get your anger out and done with too... - Natalia Rosegringer

It's almost 12 am and I'm still working on applying for scholarships to apply for school. I literally had no money and no way to pay for the college that I wanted to go to. Also, not to mention that I did not have great grades either and failed a few of my previous classes either. Life was hard sometimes and sometimes I didn't want to live it, but then sometimes life could be really sweet and make me feel like I was winning. It was a love-hate relationship and I just didn't know when to end it... or maybe I just didn't want to.

I looked up from my computer screen and looked at the sign that my aunt gave me for my birthday about two years ago(I think...). The words were written in different fonts. It basically said "When Life gets too hard to stand, kneel." Well I'll be honest with you. Sometimes it felt like God was not hearing my prayers or either he did, but maybe I had to learn something.

I looked back at my computer screen and sighed epically. I was done and I was ready to go to sleep. I turned my computer off and closed the lid. Then I got up and and walked to where my phone was. There were two messages. One from Grant and the other was from my friend, Sam. I pressed on the one from Sam.

Sam: Are you still up? Wanna go out and do something crazy?"

I smiled at the messaged. Sam was always asking if I wanted to do something crazy, like my life wasn't crazy enough. I guess there was just not enough craziness in his life, so he had to jump into mine. I looked at the little, brown analog clock that sat on my little cabinet. The little hand pointed between the intricately scribbled twelve and one, while the large hand pointed just a few centimeters away from the five, indicating that it was now 12:10 am. I didn't have anything to do tomorrow besides church, but I'd hate to sleep in and miss though. It was Easter Sunday tomorrow and that would mean that there would be great messages in store.

After a moment or two of thinking, I typed out my reply.

Natalia: Sorry, can't do something crazy tonight. I have church tomorrow.

Sam immediately replied back.

Sam: Sad... :(

I decided to leave him on read and put my phone on the charger and set it on my little cabinet by the little, brown analog clock. I really needed to get some rest for tomorrow.

-----------------------------------------------------

There were trees everywhere. Each was very creepy looking and looked like old, boney hands that were going to reach out and grab me. There was a mud covered path that I noticed I was walking on, leading to somewhere I did not know. I looked around and saw a blood filled sky with stars that shone as bright as noon day. The moon was red and it honestly looked like a goth scene in a movie. I kept walking until I found an old yellow house.

The paint was stripping off the old house, which made it look even scarier. Red and yellow eyes were peering out of the windows, watching me like hawks hunting their prey. There was one window that stood out in particular though. This room was lit up and inside it peered a man in red flannel. His eyes were not normal. What should have been a human color for eyes was replaced with pitch black darkness.

The man looked at me and smiled a beautiful smile. I didn't know what to do, but just stand in my place. Even though this man was very creepy, he was very captivating too. There was just something about him. A type of beauty you couldn't find anywhere else.

He was handsome, I'll admit, but why would he even look at someone like me?

The man looked away from me and turned around. As soon as he did so, the light burst from somewhere. I assumed he walked out, now leaving an empty room that was just as black as his eyes now. I didn't know where he went or what he was going to do. For some odd reason, I was still thinking about his beauty and the way he smiled at me. It wasn't a smile that had any intentions that he was going to murder. No, instead there was warmth and love behind that smile. Like somehow he was going to save me, but how could a man with black eyes save me?

I heard footsteps signaling that someone was walking towards me. Hard footsteps could be heard through the air. I knocked myself out of my trance and looked to where the sound was coming from. My eyes came to a stop at the old house. The man in the window was now walking towards me, but as he did so his features began to change and so did everything around him. The sky was no longer red, the moon no longer black, the house began to clean itself up, the trees began to straighten up and grow leaves and the creatures' eyes began to vanish.

The scene began to come together and become a beautiful dream. In the place of the moon was a golden sun and big, fluffy clouds replaced the stars. The leaves on the trees were now a beautiful, dark green with pink and red flowers adorning them, crowning them with all their glory. The house was now a beautiful, yellow house that was adorned with beautiful finishing pieces. The man... The man was still handsome, but now he had forest green eyes that sparkled in the sun. I could see him clearer now. he had freckles scattered across his lovely face and red danced across his cheeks. He also had pink, plump lips that looked as soft as pillows. I personally wanted to reach out and touch them, but my body wouldn't move to do so. His hair was a beautiful burgandy brown that shone in the sunlight to signal that it was healthy. I sighed and continued to look at him. He was a lovely dream now.

He stopped in front of me and smiled. Then he reached up and touched my cheek, carressing it ever so slowly and gently. A slow burn I would definitely say. He then smiled and showed those beautiful, pearly white teeth.

There was a pause

Then he did the unthinkable.

His lips pressed to mine.

--------------------------------------

End of the Prologue! Hope you all enjoyed!

Me too girl... Me too...

basically.

I’m sorry beautiful! I laughed at this so hard! Please forgive me!!!!😅😭😂😭😭😭😂😂😂😂😂

Tried to do that thing glen does with that toothpick. Now i have a bleeding tongue lolll😭

I’ve been reading a lot of Jake fanfics and I’ve realized my literal weakness would be Glen Powell calling me angel.