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Dear future husband,

Before asking me to marry you, you gotta make sure of the following.

- You've asked my momma for permision

- You've asked my father for my hand.

- You've hired a photograpgher/videoographer to capture the moment.

- My nails are done!

- Ask my momma and sister about the rings I like, I've been showing them rings since I was little.

#wedding #love #rings #husband #wife #bf #boy #boys #boyfriend #girl #gf #girls #girlfriend #criminal minds #Spencer reid #Derek morgan #Aaron hotchner #spn #supernatural #dean #sam #castiel #jared #jensen #misha #travel

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in honor of the miraculous comeback that is the JoBros please enjoy Cal and Luke singing Burnin Up.

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Thank you, Mr. Haigis: How one Greenfield resident changed two young boys’ lives

By MISHA COLLINS Published: 3/1/2019 2:02:23 PM

When I was 10 years old in 1984, my family was so financially strapped that my mother, my little brother Sasha and Bear, our black Labrador Retriever-Shepherd mix, lost our subsidized apartment on Pleasant Street in Greenfield.

After spending a couple of seasons in a tent in the woods north of town, we moved into an office space on the second floor of an old brick building on Federal Street. We had no shower, no kitchen and no windows, and we had to keep quiet after business hours because we weren’t supposed to be sleeping there.

On the plus side, rent was only $75 a month and I loved that we were right upstairs from the New Inkwell News, where I could buy Tootsie Rolls for a penny. I think we were getting by on $300 per month, plus food stamps.

We had moved often, and had just settled in Greenfield when I was 9. My brother and I switched schools yearly, so my natural awkwardness was compounded by always being the new kid. If you’ve ever seen the movie “About a Boy,” I was the boy — dressing wrong, singing too loudly, trying to win acceptance in all the wrong ways.

But to help support my family, I got a job delivering newspapers for the Greenfield Recorder. Every afternoon, I’d deliver papers to about 40 houses on High Street and every Saturday, I’d collect cash from my customers. Of the $1.25 I collected, the Recorder got a dollar and I kept 25 cents, plus any tips.

One Saturday, when my little brother was tagging along on my route, we stopped to knock on the door of a large, well-kept, yellow Victorian, because the owner had forgotten his payment envelope. I remember how much I dreaded asking the forgetful grownups for money — but if they didn’t pay, it came out of my pocket, so I mustered my courage and rapped on the door.

An overweight man in his late 60s answered.

“I’m Mr. Haigis,” he told us. “What are your names?”

“Sasha and Misha,” we replied. He asked if we were Russian. I said that we weren’t sure, though we knew our mother liked Russia.

He said, “Well, that’s an important thing to know, where you came from. You should ask your parents.”

I informed him that our mother was English and Irish — I knew that from St. Patrick’s Day — “so if we are Russian, it’s from my dad. He lives in Boston.”

The old man stood there staring at us, contemplating something profound. Finally he said, “You boys want to come in for a soda?” Of course we did.

So he sat us on elegant upholstered chairs with “Masterpiece Theatre” on the television, and brought us Tab colas and saltines.

Over the next couple of years, we spent countless afternoons in John Haigis Jr.’s garage. He taught us the Cyrillic alphabet, Chinese characters, how to build electrical circuits, how to whittle balsa wood and how radio towers worked. He owned Greenfield’s FM radio station, WHAI, was a veteran of World War II and his father had been editor and publisher of the Greenfield Recorder.

All summer long, Mr. Haigis spent his time with us. He took us out to restaurants like Friendly’s that our family could never afford to splurge on and buy us Fribbles. He’d spin stories for us about his own childhood in Greenfield, or talk to us about his diabetes. We’d watch “Nova” with him on PBS. He also drove us out to the municipal airport to see the planes.

He made us feel like little princes — important and loved.

In 1988, Sasha and I stopped by to drop off Christmas presents for Mr. Haigis. Once again standing on the porch of that yellow Victorian, we knocked on the door. His wife answered.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said. “John passed away. You didn’t know?”

Then she cried in her doorway. And we cried back.

I hope he knew what he meant to us. One Saturday, he saw two little boys on welfare, far from their father, standing on his porch, and he opened his door and changed our lives. I know it’s late, but thank you, Mr. Haigis.

Misha Collins grew up in Franklin County, living in Greenfield and the surrounding hilltowns. He is now an activist and actor who stars in “Supernatural,” the longest running American science fiction television show in history. He lives in Washington state with his wife and two children.

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Luke: we call Ashton “daddy” Ashton: but everyone does

ASHTON IRWIN JUST ADMITTED TO HAVING A DADDY KINK AND ITS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

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“whats your kink?”

“men double my age wearing glasses”

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You can tell Lie To Me was supposed to be their second single. I love YoungBlood. The success it’s had is amazing. 

But oof, Lie To Me. This is the song that they really believed in. Youngblood is amazing and is worthy of all it’s success.

But there’s something raw to Lie To Me, something vulnerable. Like they knew they were being more open in this album. They were really kind of trying to work through pain. 

And I think this is part of the Youngblood Era success. While they don’t go into a lot of specific details in their songs, there’s enough to let a listener know, this isn’t just imagined, this isn’t just a cool concept. This is real pain. 

I think it’s okay that we don’t get a lot of details, I’m speaking of which in a more literature sense. Sonically, the era is amazing. Lyrically, it’s a tad more vulnerable. 

But Lie To Me is that song, in my opinion, a lot sadder and heartfelt than Ghost of You. Lie To Me basically says I’m helpless, and I know things are changing, but I’d rather have a lie than the truth. I’d rather this pain of the past than the fear of the unknown. 

They put a lot of love and faith into Lie To Me and I hope they see how much we see it. 

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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS !?!?!?! WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS COME FROM!?!?!?

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Ashton’s drumming in the live version of the Meet You There interlude? Fuck me up. I always physically gasp when I hear it. The boy just goes OFF??????

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John Winchester, showing up for the 300th after being gone for 12+ years: What did I miss? 

Dean: The short version? We killed the demon that killed Mom

Sam: We both went to hell, both went to heaven, and Dean went to purgatory

Dean: Sam lost his soul and I became a demon– we fixed both of those things.

Sam: Dean killed Hitler, Satan, and Death (not in that order).

Dean: This is our best friend Cas; he’s an angel. That’s Jack. He’s Satan’s son but we adopted him-

Jack: You’re like my grandpa! My other grandpa is God. 

Sam: -Mom came back to life because God’s sister had a crush on Dean. And now an archangel from a parallel universe is possessing Dean. Sometimes. 

Dean: So yeah, things have been good. 

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this is shit quality but I thought it was cute

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it’s the pain when somebody you love is drowning, but all you can do is watch from the outside, helpless.

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Ok. I am laughing forever

I just searched the Tumblr gifs “always keep fighting” because i wanted to cheer someone up.

LOOK WHAT CAME UP IN THE SECOND LINE

LOOK

LOOK

I can’t breathe

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Do you ever fall in love with your favorite band all over again? Sometimes I forget how much the music means to me, and then at random times it will hit me and I’ll get the same feeling in my chest I felt years ago when I first heard them. It’s one of my favorite feelings in the entire world.

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Calum wrote into a fans journal which is cute BUT he just didn’t write anything… after the fan explained what the journal means to her he literally wrote: “If you are ever having a rough day turn back to this page and remember you are fuckin’ badass.” and suddenly I am even more in love with this dude like why, how, will it ever stop :-(

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Being a fangirl means you probably have incurable insomnia, hundreds if not thousands of fanfics you want to read but don’t know the name so they’re practically lost, and you’re often viewed as crazy (by yourself or others) because of the inhuman noises you make.

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So Sherlock deduced that Faith is suicidal because she’s walking around with a cane, no coat on, a gun, and no plan to get home. Which we are then, on camera, explicitly told parallels ASIP John Watson.

So he comes up with a reason to have Faith by his side so he can help her through her danger night.

Which is not at all dissimilar to having John tag along to angelo’s, go on a chase, and spark a joy for life again.

Sherlock knew. When he summoned John across London on that fateful first night “just to send a text”, it wasn’t because he was being a prat, he was trying to save John’s life.