13. What talents do you have? 15. Favorite song? 94. What are you strengths? <3

Awww you asked positive questions you're so sweet! (and thanks again for the follow you're the best)

13. What talents do you have? Ummm well apparently one is not fainting in the presence of Mark Sheppard which came in really handy yesterday and also generally speaking I can sort of speak a few languages like French German Italian and Spanish plus a few weird ones like Old Norse and Ancient Greek. Also I like to think I can sing decently but that may be pure delusion on my part. :)

15. Favorite song? This literally changes hour to hour but right now it's a tie between "Lieder" by Adel Tawil and "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" by Queen.

94. What are your strengths? I actually have very little strength as I am secretly an earth worm but I'll try and think of something... Honestly, people do say I am physically strong, plus I'm really good at not yelling back when people yell at me. People say I'm kind and sweet, and I think I agree with that. :)

BTVS is amazing and it's really easy to marathon, don't be put off by all the eps bb! Star Trek is the same, but there's a lot more of that one obviously.

I'm not put off because the volume of eps is terrifying.   If that was the case, I would've never started Supernatural (which I was working my way through at this time last year if you want an idea of how many episodes I had to watch).

I'm put off because the volume of eps guarantees that I will form an obsession with them.  I became obsessed with TVD when I was only on season 2.  I just became obsessed over Achievement Hunter and I've only made my way through 1/3 of their Let's Play Minecraft videos, and that's just one feature of theirs.  (Seriously, watch out for any posts of them, I feel like they'll soon have a moderate presence on my blog.)

It's been a long tiring day, calls after calls coming in, weak hunters who were both clueless and exasperated over the phone, with something or the other on their tale and putting them, once again, in danger. Bobby Singer, by now, was pretty used to it.

Like it's been said, it's been a long tiring day.

Bobby was frustrated and overly weary, having been submitted to grouchy hunters, ungrateful friends and annoyed Winchesters. If he heard the phone go off one more time, he was damn near tempted to shoot it. Rough calloused hands dragging over his face, the smudged ink from century year old books covered and clinging to his fingertips, smelling of whisky and cheap aftershave like any other average day.

Project after project, hunt after hunt and research followed by more research, the hunter was damn near close to pulling out his hair. Rubbing his eyes his weary eyes, he went back to reading- Winchesters, Wendigo, new hunt, same old material he's memorized 3 times over, but there was always something else. Something new that he's somehow overlooked or missed.

The hunter took a swig of his drink, looking through the glass as the amber liquid reflected off of the afternoon sun, that was brushing in softly from his window.