#so special..

[jellytriof0rever]

sunflower monkey

[starscelly]

https://youtu.be/4-0OeNWw-O8?si=wS4sA1lTgjUE_gnc I’m losing my mind

call of the wild!!!! so important to the glimpses of young miro Lore...... what was going on with eeli.... why dont they do more ads/commercials putting beautiful men in snow.... why dont we let miro get bullied on camera more often..... so many unanswered questions

[whiskeyxgunpowderxleather]

Through the Looking Glass.

Hot..

It was so damn hot here.. Wherever the hell here was.

Dean Winchester hated witches, that much was common knowledge as he’d commented on that particular hatred since his first run in with them as a teen. They were full of tricks and disgusting, stomach churning spells.. And according to the older Winchester, had a hard time keeping bodily fluids in. So it was understandable that he was less than pleased with his previous run in.

Some little burb outside of Omaha Nebraska was suffering a rash of strange and sudden deaths. None of the happenings had made sense and like always, the police proved to be useless. This left the young hunter with a case.. John was on a hunt of his own and Sammy was off playing college boy.. So it was down to him, one of the very few cases he’d worked by himself.

With what he’d found when he got to the suburb, he was pretty much able to nail it down to a witch.. Not much else could make a guy start puking broken glass. When he’d finally found out exactly who the witch was; some rich dude that had a vendetta against the company he’d been fired from, and he committed a little B&E for the final show down, he’d been surprised to find the living room covered floor to ceiling in mirrors.. Mirrors painted with what looked like blood. The last thing he saw of that house was a man in a black robe chanting crap in a language he’d never heard.. A flash of light.. And broken glass.

Now he was wandering down a weed covered road toward what looked like a city in the distance.. This place just felt different, wrong, like he didn’t really belong here. 

His shirt was beginning to cling to his back from the summer heat and it only served to make him that much more agitated. His top layer of shirt had been wrapped around his hips almost as soon as he woke up from his little nap.. Whatever had happened, apparently the transition to wherever the hell he was now had knocked him out.. Covered in dirt, scratches and a minimal amount of blood from his face to the toes of his boots and given the stinging ache in his left shoulder, Dean guessed he’d come in hard.. From high up..

“...Dammit its hot out here..” 

He was going to need something to drink soon.. He could already feel his legs beginning to cramp up in the heat..