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The Red Henley needs to be put in rotation asap.
I need all the pictures of Misha in that particular shirt like right now
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sailorsally · 1 year
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Choosing the nice henley to jog in and wearing old ratty shirt to the panel. Classic Misha.
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ancylyns-veste · 1 year
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From Misha’s facebook account:  Over 44% of women over 20 have some form of cardiovascular disease, but not everyone knows CPR  and that really makes me see (and wear) red. Go to heart.org now to learn this life-saving skill!  
Well, he looks goodin a red henley!   :-)
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deannoangel · 1 year
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someone PLEASE give Misha Collins a character that use NORMAL CLOTHES I want to see him in henleys I want to see him in sweatpants
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lenadanaekyte · 6 months
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Avatars:
Jensen Ackles
Emily Bett Richards
Crackships:
Andrew Garfield x Courtney Eaton
Dove Cameron x Jay Lycurgo
Adelaide Kane x Misha Collins
Willa Fitzgerald x Cillian Murphy
Tom Welling x Georgie Henley
Dominic Sherwood x Lucy Boynton
Oliver Stark x Violet Brinson
Chace Crawford x Rowan Blanchard
Dominic Sherwood x Ashley Benson
Tom Holland x Mary Mouser (request)
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4evamc · 2 years
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Sorry for the Misha spam but seriously, how can I not!!
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gentledomcas · 3 years
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sigh once again lamenting the fact we didn’t get to see late seasons cas aka dadstiel aka beefy cas in Normal Clothes. or at least no trench coat. and a suit that actually fucking fits please
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boyworstie · 3 years
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he looks so hot in that photo im mad
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corvidcas · 3 years
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dear-indies · 2 years
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hey cat and mouse! i was wondering if you guys could share your favorite enby and trans faceclaims? thanks so much!
Trans women:
Alexandra Billings (1962) - is HIV positive.
Dominique Jackson (1975) Afro-Tobagonian.
Jen Richards (1976) - bisexual.
Angelica Ross (1980) African-American.
Carmen Carrera (1985) Puerto Rican / Peruvian.
Nomi Ruiz (1986) Puerto Rican.
Poyd Treechada Petcharat (1986) Thai.
Mela Franco Habijan (1987) Tagalog Filipino.
Kiley May (1987) Cayuga, Mohawk - two-spirit and genderqueer trans woman.
Juliana Huxtable (1987) African-American - intersex.
Amiyah Scott (1988) African-American.
Hailie Sahar (1988) Black, Latin, Indian, German, Jewish.
Daniela Vega (1989) Chilean.
Patti Harrison (1990) Vietnamese / English, other.
Jari Jones (1991) African-American / Filipino - queer.
Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (1991) African-American, one quarter Puerto Rican.
Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish.
Lux Pascal (1992) Chilean.
Julie Vu (1992) Vietnamese.
Myo Ko Ko San (1994) Burmese.
Zión Moreno (1995) Mexican [Unspecified Native American and Spanish].
Aj Clementine (1996)
Arisce Wanzer (1996) African-American.
Nicole Maines (1997)
Jazz Jennings (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish - pansexual.
Georgie Stone (2000)
Aaron Philip (2001) Afro-Antiguan - has cerebral palsy.
Josie Totah (2001) Palestinian / Lebanese, Italian, Irish, German.
Trans men:
Ian Harvie (1968)
Brian Michael Smith (1983) African-American.
Ice Seguerra (1983) Filipino.
Rüzgar Erkoçlar (1986) Turkish.
Ryan Cassata (1993) - queer.
Laith Ashley (1989) Afro-Dominican.
Sky Teotico (1994) Tagalog Filipino and some Spanish, according to Sky himself he identifies as mestizo.
Jake Zyrus (1992) Bisaya and Tagalog Filipino, Chinese.
Tyler Luke Cunningham (1995) Black British.
Miles McKenna (1995)
Leo Sheng (1996) Chinese.
Elliot Fletcher (1996) - in his tag on my blog you can find an ask he replied to stating that it’s ok to roleplay using his images but please don’t comment on his body.
Nakayama Satsuki (1998) Japanese - asexual.
Sohan Pague (1999)
Lukas Alexander / Lukas Von Horbatschewsky (2000) Nigerian and Norwegian.
Tyler Dichiara (?)
Scott Turner Schofield (?)
Non-binary peeps:
Sara Ramirez (1975) Mexican, some Irish - non-binary and bisexual - they/them.
Karen Olivo (1976) Puerto Rican [Spanish, Unspecified Indigenous, possibly other] / Dominican Republic, Chinese - non-binary - they/them.
Parisa Fitz Henley (1977) Afro-Jamaican - non-binary - she/they.
Ser Anzoategui (1979) Argentinian, Paraguayan - non-binary and queer - they/them.
Nicky Endres (1982) Korean - non-binary transfeminine, genderqueer and queer - they/she.
Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary and pansexual - they/them.
Charlyne Yi (1986) Yuki, Kapampangan Filipino, Korean, Mexican, Spanish, Irish, French, and German - non-binary and queer - they/them.
Erika Ishii (1987) Japanese - genderfluid - she/they/any.
Nico Tortorella (1988) - genderfluid, queer, pansexual, and polyamorous - they/them.
Nayuka Gorrie (1990) Gunai, Gunditjmara, Wiradjuri, Yorta Yorta, Scottish - non-binary - they/them.
Olly Alexander (1990) - non-binary and gay - he/him.
Jacob Tobia (1991) Syrian - non-binary - they/them.
Theo Germaine (1992) non-binary - they/he.
E.R. Fightmaster (1992) - non-binary - they/them.
Dorian Electra (1992) - genderfluid and queer -has ADD - they/them.
Jesse James Keitel (1993) - non-binary - he/her.
Lola Petticrew (1995) - non-binary and queer - they/them.
Kehlani (1995) African-American, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Spanish, Mexican, Filipino, Scottish, English, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, and Welsh, as well as distant Cornish, Irish, and possibly Choctaw - non-binary womxn - lesbian.
Quintessa Swindell (1997) African-American / White - non-binary - he/they.
Blu del Barrio (1997) Argentinian - non-binary - they/them.
Misha Osherovich (1997) Ashkenazi Jewish - non-binary - they/them.
Chella Man (1998) Hongkonger, Jewish - deaf - non-binary genderqueer and pansexual - he/him.
Celeste O'Connor (1998) Kenyan - non-binary - they/them.
Sivan Alyra Rose (1999) Chiricahua Apache / Afro-Puerto Rican, Creole - genderfluid and pansexual - she/they,
Lizeth Selene (1999) Mexican - genderfluid - they/she.
Ian Alexander (2001) Vietnamese / White -non-binary and queer - they/he.
Nico Ortiz (?) Puerto Rican - non-binary - they/them.
HERE are some nonbinary faceclaims with no resources if any resource makers need suggestions too!
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cooloddball · 3 years
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The henley Misha is wearing in his most recent post on Instagram is Jensen's. Right?- monkey anon 🐒
I don't know if it was Jensen's but according to Misha's closet on IG that shirt is from rag and bone. Jensen also has a lot of shirts from there so maybe that's why it looks like sometging from Jensen's closet.
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tturing · 3 years
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misha. mishas wearing a henley. hes
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angelswatchingover · 4 years
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Jesus, I feel personally attacked by Misha in that Henley with 2 buttons undone and the sleeves pushed up! What a damn good look for him.  
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seenashwrite · 4 years
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Notes From Nash: Season 15, Episode 3
It's ep three, and was third try the charm? Well, we're still in that little town, which is infuriating. But don't lose hope, chickadees. There was some character arc action and some plot advancing, and just drama in general, and it moved at a decently quick clip, all of which is refreshing after last week's ass-disaster of an episode. 
If I were grading this ep, all things considered (including some damn fine acting moments that elevated the material), it's an A-. (Five points were docked immediately because we were still in the little town.) But seriously, this week's writer(s) had a LOT to make up for given the aforementioned last week as well as a largely lackluster premiere, so you know what? Props to them. 
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We got a loose end from season past tied up, got rid of some dead weight, and then there was a thing that happened that I’m not��entirely sure was necessary at this interval, but I get why it happened. Of course, we had our requisite random hamfisted “solution(s)” and still-unexplained bits that should’ve been clarified ages ago, can’t not have those, it seems. Regardless, this episode was actually fairly interesting to watch. I’m still wary about the state of the season after the first two, but this one had some spark.
Spoilers below the cut, you know the drill.  
This one's in order, I was jotting stuff down as I watched. Past ep breakdowns linked at the bottom. If you’re new, hello, welcome, etc., I don’t do meta shit or reading into the symbolism of the color of a blurry wallpaper just over someone’s shoulder, I look at writing and cohesiveness and structure and flow and all that jazz. I basically just call things as I see ‘em. 
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More spooky-scary still seems to be pouring from the hellpit, but at least this crypt is pretty, and Harry Potter tent-esque because the square feet inside is seemingly bigger than the outside.  
Rowena appears to be outfitted in one of my grandmother's housedresses, or a coffin lining, or a 1980s prom dress, whichever you prefer, and none of them have been pressed. I'm trying to say I don't like it. They also continue to do Ruthie's makeup in such a manner that she perpetually looks approximately fifteen years older than she actually is, so in a way I'm thankful this is likely her last episode. On the other hand, I trust these writers and the people who assemble/green light the promos about as far as I can throw them, so we shall see. In any event, Ruthie is quite the good actor and I hope she gets a million gigs after all this is done.  
This Sam-Dean moment with Creased Brow Sam and Gruff Voice Dean is falling so flat, not because of them, but because we're hearing The Same Damn Thing We've Already Heard. Move the plot along, please----- Oh wait here comes Belphagor once again with a solution, this time a nice little plot rescue MacGuffin! Lilith's Crook. Just gotta blow it like a horn. 
Motherbitch, this is stupid.
I got a thought: make it Gabriel's horn, so it calls in all the angels who should've come back with the reverse-y switch-a-roo, and they deal with sealing the hole, but bonus! At end of ep last scene is that it's also called Gabriel back, too. I'd announce to the universe that this show needs to hire me, but, welp.
Oh look, Ketch is in a hospital gown. Oh look, I bet Ketch is about to die in that hospital gown, instead of a badass suit like it should be. It looked like DHJ accidentally spoiled via a tweet that I happened to see----- 
I dodge the promo images and articles and such so I can give a view of someone who doesn't know what is coming in these things. 
-----because he talked about coming back just to leave again, that it was a pleasure, whatever, and y'all will have to fill me in on that because I kinda can't believe he whiffed that hard. I'm not looking it up, is my point. Did he whiff? Actually, don't answer that, I don't care. I mean, don’t go to trouble looking into it on my account.  
Hmmm. Was Ketch’s death entirely necessary? At least, right now? I dunno. Maybe. I’m 50/50 whether this, or have him be double-crossy then get killed later. In any event, well-acted by DHJ. He's quite fantastic. He is wasted in all the Hallmark dreck he's been in, I really hope he gets some good work after this. That's that. Moving on. 
We're 1/4 in, and I'll give it this: we've gotten some action, some drama, but they've GOT to make up for the lack of plot progression in episode 2. Belphagor is shady as shit, which we knew, and this just got reinforced by that demon who has such a hard-on for Belphagor getting axed. 
I do not mind rando badass lady hunter having lines and playing a tangentially-important role in the ep, but this means if we ever see her again, she'll likely get killed, so I'm not getting attached. 
So hell is an angry vagina. SFX, are y'all okay? Is that prick whose tweets occasionally come across my feed still working there? Y'all need some hugs? I know y'all need some better budget, that all the DC shows got it, but oh well, that ship's sailed.  
Well done set dec, I dig the ghoulish statues in that hallway. And hey costume design, I like the ring that dude was wearing, I would wear that in real life. It would also look great as a wrist cuff. I digress. 
We know this demon is not going to succeed in killing Belphagor, so once more we have a pointless halftime cliffhanger. Also, have I mentioned I'm done with Cas being a weak puss? I'm telling you, if stuff got rewound, he should be incrementally getting his mojo back, that tracks logically. See Ep. 1 notes for what I thought should've happened for a legit "Whoa" moment. 
"Do you have any idea what he is?" --- he's a poop demon. Again, see the first episode of @youtotallymadethatup​    /shameless plug
[sighs]
Is this show gonna end with a Jack vs. Jack battle royale? Because fuck that noise. But! Writing-wise, it's okay that ol’ Belph may become the big bad. Nash, why would you say that, you ask. Easy.
IT WILL GET US THE FUCK OUT OF THIS LITTLE TOWN
A. Ny. Thing. to get us the fuck out of this little town. I am so goddamned bored.
Cas, this is a mistake. You should leave. What are you doing. Leave. Don't fall for that. Leave. Go now. Whoosh. Okay, or glow worm and barbeque the body. That was a nice little catch of emotion by Misha at the end. Except are the demons now gonna jump into his body? Better not, we've seen that season. 
Commercials! Cannot believe I've not been inundated with the adverts for the convention here in the spring, that's usually the jam. Imma go get some frozen yogurt. Highly rec strawberry with a little warmed-up Nutella. Try it, then tell me I'm crazy. I'm not. It's heavenly. 
Aaaaand, we're back!
Don't look so distressed Cas, y’all were gonna burn it anyway. But this takes Jack v. Jack off the table. Hopefully this means we'll be headed back to the Empty to get some progress on that hanging thread from last season sooner rather than later. Still, I'm glad we are down a character for awhile, this character in particular was starting to work my nerves and honestly, is just dead weight. I want it back to Sam and Dean for the most part this final season with sprinklings of Cas. Everyone else is secondary.
[claps] Very excellent Ruthie and Jared. One critique: Wish there could've been some sort of line from Rowena, re: "And perhaps I'll get to see my boy again", something of that ilk.
But I want to say this, and say it emphatically:
The nonsensical spells pulled from asses must stop
The soul-catcher thing is an example of a great move because it drew upon the past, then built upon for the present. This heart and angel blood and salt shit, and then this “Oh by the way it needs my dying breath” stuff is just obvious “um um um well how about bleh” writing stumbles, and it shows. The only reason that lameness worked? Ruthie and Jared’s performances. Period. Because y’all gave them absolute garbage to work with, and they made it shine.
Hey! There's the two convention promos with one short local ad in between, followed by the same local ad again! I was beginning to think they'd forgotten! 
WE ARE OUT OF THE LITTLE TOWN, I REPEAT, WE ARE OUT OF THE LITTLE TOWN 
DEAN IS IN A HENLEY, I REPEAT, DEAN IS IN A HENLEY 
Oof, Dean. I mean, I figured this convo would have to happen one day, it's been building, because even though his intentions are good, Cas has been involved in his fair share of shit taking left turns. Hopefully Cas is going to go seek out other angels. Also, re: Cas saying he's getting weaker - because, why? WHY. This has never been addressed in a definitive, satisfactory manner. 
Right, so, like we do each time, let's check in to see if we've had any character development and/or plot progression: 
Do Ketch and Rowena and Belphagor count, since they've progressed to being dead? Dunno, that's more of a finality to their overall arcs. Dean's being an asshole and Sam's being weepy and Cas is being an Eeyore, that's about par. Meh. Okay. So did the plot get advanced? 
YES THANK YOU FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER SWEET LORD YES. But, eh... a little weaksauce. Yes, that chapter of the initial onslaught is closed, yet we know it's not over. So I feel like the ep should've ended with, after the bunker door slams, a cut to a little scene that serves as a clue about what lies ahead. I mean, ahead-ahead, season-wise. Like, twenty second blip, not even, then hard cut to black screen, then on to promo which appears to be MotW. 
So that's it, really. More adept writers could've made the material of #1 and #2 into the premiere (minus several things, most specifically minus Kevin, should've saved Osric for something else down the line), then this should've been episode #2 instead of #3. Can't unring that bell, though. Let's hope we hit some speed before Buckleming comes along to run us into a ditch, then (fingers crossed) we have a few eps after that to rebound for the finale.
See you next week.
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Past posts, from newest to oldest (and I sometimes do addendums if a response warrants)
Episode 2
Episode 1
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ain-t-bovvered · 5 years
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14x10 Commentary
Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.
Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.
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14x10 Nihilism 
-I did not want to see Jack like that again thanks
Zeta: true
- And there was a need for some wings there honestly .
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[ comes back crawling]
HERE
Zeta:  the bar sceeeene
-.....THAT’S A DAMN SQUIRREL WITH A AVIATOR CAP ON ( also I re wrote squirrel four times before getting it right) 
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- MOOSE!!! 
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-......The Moose has a tag with “FAMILY BUSINESS” written on it----lol Jensen
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Zeta: What’s her name
- PAMELAAAAAAAA . Damn woman I went a bit Bi there
Zeta: OH YES.
- [Music: and I’m searching for a rainbow] .....WOW
-[on the counter] Daphne loves Fred.
 my monkey dirty brain: Daddy loves tips. 
-hot. want that.
Zeta: the tequila or the bartender?
Bitch please . both.
- D: “ What are we, savages?”
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Zeta: Oh the lips
-Cosmic Cowboy. *chokes*
-FB
-why is it always a ghoul case?
-Lol but who’s the drunk guy tho
Zeta: Bitch, look at her biceps
- some Bi slippage there too I see. FOCUS
Zeta: also indeed. Who is he?
-D:”I’ve never had anything this nice”
Also....I would be like Dean if I had a bar. One for the costumer and one for me! woohoo .
- D: “How come you always have a boyfriend?”
  P: “How come you always want what you can’t have?”
[looks into the camera like in the office]
- D: “This is my dream” 
I kinda see it tho....old grumpy Dean Winchester being the Bobby while running a bar like that. Yes....I like it.
- I knew it . I wanna see someone closed behind that “closet” *wink wink*
Zeta: Oh oh
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Zeta: the slo mo.
-NICE .You are welcome for this gif where I let you enjoy the full over the count jump. Nice healthy middle age man over the fence jump ( nevermind this is an italian oil ad ).
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-The blood. So cute
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Zeta: I’m famous
- mmm
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Zeta: shit
-Hello M boi, I missed you fam
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Zeta: Changed clothes
- OMFG are you saying that the Archangel Michael macVanity von DramaQueen really just angel mojo changed into his Peaky Blinder wanna be in front of them?
He’s so flamboyant , I love him .
Zeta: The close up
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- M making three men kneel with so much as lift his hands.  WHAT A MOOD. WHERE CAN I GET THAT? I WANT 10.
- M : “ I saw everything”  Yeah no shit we kinda see that coming too
-DoN ‘T IntERrUPt mE 
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Zeta: Don’t interrupt me
-I’m-
I’m so bothered right now. Dom Michael for the win
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-OH WOW
- Sam just “assbutted” Michael lol.
Castiel : Sam....did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?
Sam: uh ....No?
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- HE ANGRY
- Dean’s not home right now...
Zeta: Please leave a message
*giggling* I love him
Zeta: His voice GOD DAMN
-yes
- Castiel hair tho.
Zeta: Do you? Cocky much
-but needs to play it cool. Can’t risk to mess up the pomaded hair.
- S:” We the angel cuffs on , Michael is under control”
 M: “Keep telling yourself that “  ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
I *clap* LOVE *clap* HIM *clap*
- S: “Dump him in the trunk of the Impala” ... DUMP HIM .ahahahahaah
-Garth is in the trunk
Zeta: it’s a big trunk
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-M: “ It’s a party!”
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- J: “ It’s not like any of us can fly”
 M : “ Well one of us can”
 S: “ STFU”
- J:” Sam, are we gonna die here?” ... wow Jack...babe...stfu
-Yes OMG I forgot about the stalky reaper
Zeta: You mess up so many things
- it ain’t wrong
- [in john Mulaney’s Trump voice] we locked Death away and enslaved the reapers
Zeta: Poor Cas
- ok but WHO....death? Michael is asking himself that too.
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-Yes , put him in the dungeon. HOT
Zeta: shit
-I can hear you
Zeta: Shit
-Ahahahahahaahah
Zeta: SHIT
-I’m loving this
Zeta: Bring back Crowley.
Zeta: We left Garth in the trunk looool
- that....everytime we don’t see a character for long that’s it...they are in the trunk.
Zeta: Castiel
-CASTIEL . so strange, I love him, he’s such a sarcastic asshole.
- M: “Yes, uh, put a chair against the door”
Zeta: This pretty smile as I rip you apart
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-I’M SHAKING. YAS.
Zeta: Control yourself
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- S: “Cass this is all we’ve got”
Zeta: Again?
- well it is a loop.
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-MORE SHOTS.  (me)
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Zeta: The only thing missing is “heat of the moment”
- what if the woman is his conscience trying to get him out and if he sign he’s out? ...like....testing his resolution?
-Little insulting
Zeta: you’re nothing
Zeta: Why is he so perfect in this?
- J: “Dean---is strong”
  M *disgusted face*: “ Is a gnat “ . WOW
-OH SHUT UP OOOOH
Zeta: Emotional abuse.
- M: “ he was not happy, but he didn’t care-- Cause you are not Sam, you are not Cass.” 
[ me looking smiling to the Castiel/Misha hateclub]
-M: “You are a weak helpless thing”
- Jack , babe ....get away tho 
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Zeta: LISTEN TO YOUR DAD
- M: “no I’m not and I can still hear you”
Zeta: Prick
- Love that prick..... literally 
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- I care so little for the others I swear
- M: “Look at you, play nursemaind for a nephilim”
-C: “You are confusing loyalty and compassion for weakness”
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Zeta: Damn what am I watching?
- [looks into the camera like in the office] Sexual tension
Zeta: so done. this. Close up
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- M “and now...that I’m in here, I know why” 
-CHUCK
Zeta: He churn our draft after draft
- M speaks like he’s singing and mocking you at the same time. He has this musicality in his speak and I love it
- C: “Why would he do that?”
 M: “BECAUSE HE DOESN’T CARE!”
- good lord I swear all the angels are just brats throwing temper tantrum because they have a trash dad.
- M: “But now , I just want to burn every one of his little worlds until I catch up to the Old man”
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Zeta: Even god can die.
- oh ok....overachiever much
Zeta: Hurt Jack
- No no Jack babe...keep your fucking soul .
Zeta: Cool science project
- Michael’s mind: if you mess up my perfectly combed hair Cass I swear-
- M: “ I give it a solid B- .....uh oooh”
 me nervously: .....wtf lol 
- M: *snorts* Oh Cass, I believe in you.
So rude...so nasty 
- j: “ What should I do?”
Zeta: Pray
-Thanks Cas, that’s-......that’s great
Zeta: You are all mine
- ..... YESSIR TAKE ME
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Zeta: Dean’s mind.
- ..... if it was a funny episode they could have made so many jokes about being empty lol.
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- me looking around haters mind ^
Zeta: This is what you are gonna become
-omg
- THAT WAS DEAN IN HELL.
- Dean’ “NOOOO “ at Castiel death is vibrating into my bones.
- S: “Dean is strong”
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- C: “Sam, we’ve been through a lot and Dean is more than strong”
- S: “Dean thrive on trauma.” 
WE’VE BEEN KNEW
Zeta: Smart moose
- Somebody has been reading some meta tumblr posts
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- P: “You really know how to talk to a lady don’t you?”
 me already at Castiel’s feet : wha
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- That’s us fans watching 14 seasons of supernatural ^
-Bloody Cass is 100. *licks lips*
- P: “get me a shot. With your braaaain”
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Zeta: Well hello.
- C:” That was- that....DeAN ThAt WaS An ACcidENT”
Zeta: Babyyyy
- them baby faces
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- C:” WE NEED YOU TO COME BACK”
- S:”POUGHKEEPSIE”
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- Dean’s mind : [ old modem sounds]
-M [Slow clap it out.] : Hey Fellas
-AND THE HAT IS BACK
Zeta: I’m you
Zeta: He gripped you tight and raised you from perdition
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH I’M DYING SO BAD.
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-BITCH I’M DEAD AND GIGGLING I CAN’T.
-but also....but the fuck is Mary at?... like wow.
- also....everything that Micheal is saying right now is causing me actual fucking pain.
- Ok and both Sam and Cas faces? well thanks
Zeta: He’s buying time
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-WOW. Slow smile, oooooH
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-S: “So in here, you are all talk”
- oh that’s why he doesn’t use his powers. Serviceable .
Zeta: So happy. Fuck
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Zeta: Prove it
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- Um...yes hello 911? 
Michael getting his hands dirty is too hot for me.
-Fucking Tiger man.
-Come on baby 
Zeta: Jack will do something “stupid”
- Well he is his parents’ son *shrug*
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Zeta: that
- D:” Then we don��t kick him out, we keep him in”
-oooooh M goes in the closet, lol
Zeta: Oh my god.
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- ....Well that was stupid AHAHAHAAH 
- I can’t stop laughing .
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- M [ROAR] 
  me: ....
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Zeta: I’m the cage.
-HE IS THE CAGE. That doesn’t seem right tho...come on.
Zeta: So now Dean has Michael locked up
-ooooh the magic hurt him. Forgot about that. My baby.
Zeta: Concerned Dad.
- The way Cass say : “you understand?” killed me....so soft...so worried...
- The little smile! Kill me now.
Zeta: He’s not ok.
-Dean is not ok.
Zeta: [henley alert]
-He’s like....naked. ( still has another tshirt under it tho)
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-Oh he’s mad 
- I’M CRYING . HE LOOKS LIKE MY CAT WHEN I REFUSE TO LET HIM OUT .
amazing.
( Sorry for the not that clear gifs but I wanted to cut and past all the bits of that because it’s amazing)
Zeta: He’s suffering so much.
-That troat
- That door is not that sturdy tho
Zeta: Oh hell no
- oh hello death . 
-Aw hell naw.
- Death :” Except one”
-AW HELL NAW
Zeta: Which one?
- UGH
Zeta: No
-NO
Zeta: NOOO so much hurt
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-OH FUCK
Zeta: Actual literal pain in my chest
YA KNOW WHAT?....I DON’T LIKE THAT LOOK .
NOT ONE BIT.
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- lol I don’t even wanna look at tumblr now
Zeta: well you know me....I have
- of course you did
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wildefiction · 5 years
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Of Course...Mr. Collins
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SEVENTEEN
Tucking your phone, room key, ID and credit card into a small shoulder clutch, you straightened your back, took a steadying breath and opened the door. You really weren’t a purse..person, (Purse person…what a funny thing?) but the alternative was sticking everything you needed in your bra, and something about that made you laugh. 
Pulling your phone from the tiny contraption, you sent Norman a text to ask where he wanted to meet. As you waited for the elevator to take you downstairs, you sent Misha a text as well, letting him know you were on your way if he needed you for anything. 
A few moments later, Norman texted you back saying he was running a bit behind, but that he’d be down shortly. Thankfully, this ride to the ground floor was without incident and soon you felt the warm evening air greeting you as you stepped out onto the Great Lawn.
As the convention attendees weren’t due to start arriving for another thirty minutes, the grounds were fairly quiet. Rob and the band were readying a sound-check on the makeshift stage the hotel had set-up along the oceanfront. Catching his eye, you waved before making your way over to him.
“Hey, hey good lookin’!” Pulling you into a tight hug, Rob stepped back from the embrace as Mike sauntered over to say hello. 
“Can you believe we’re here Robbie?” 
“Twenty years in the making eh?”
With a clap on the back, he moved to fuss over the amps. Turning towards the sea of empty tables in front of them, a sigh of contentment marked Rob’s happiness. 
“Have you seen Misha anywhere?” Scanning the vicinity for your boss, you weren’t terribly surprised when you didn’t see him. 
“He’s technically a surprise, so if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say check the pavillion.” Shrugging, Rob pointed to the row of canvas tents to the left of the stage. Apparently this convention was a big deal. You’d heard whispers through the fandom, speculating on whether Jensen would be performing tonight. Having never heard the man sing, you were looking forward to the possibility.
With another quick hug, you waved goodbye to Rob before jumping from the stage to land in the soft green grass bordering the set. People were beginning to trickle in now. Groups of two and three at a time turned into a steady stream as the sun started its descent behind the drum kits. 
Noticing Mark leaning against one of the large white tables with an iced tea in hand you wandered over to say hello. You’d never officially met him, and he’d been one of your favorite characters on Supernatural. Slowly you were catching up on all of the other shows in which he’d made an appearance. 
“Hey, Mark it’s good to meet you.” Pulling his gaze from the phone he held in one hand, the older man regarded you silently for a moment. Squinting as he hesitantly extended his, you hurried to introduce yourself.
“Ah yes, you must be the infamous Ms. [Y/L/N].” “That is a beautiful dress darling, I’m suddenly feeling self-conscious in my choices.”
With a smirk and a low chuckle he withdrew his hand. 
“Please tell me you’re playing tonight Mark. I’ve been dying to see you on drums in person.” 
Even though he had left the show the year prior, he still toured with the conventions and you’d seen videos of him participating in the concert on Saturday nights. 
“ ‘Fraid not love, I havn’ played since I lef’ Supernatural. In fact, this is also my last year on the circuit.” As your face fell, you did your best to hide your disappointment. 
“Don’t worry darling, I’ll still be around, just not with Creation after next month. Be sure and say hello if you see me elsewhere though.” 
Glancing down at his phone, he looked back up at you, squeezed your shoulder and excused himself before wandering away through the maze of tables.
Suddenly you heard the melodic sound of Misha’s laughter. Looking up, you scanned the crowd and noticed him across the lawn taking a picture with a fan who’d literally walked straight into him while staring into his phone. Smiling, you moved to join him. Despite the terrible way he’d handled himself, you couldn’t seem to stay upset when you were near him. 
Maybe you were moving on from the un-necessary petulance you’d felt, or maybe it was just Misha’s personality. Rather than his name however, a sharp intake of breath came from your mouth when you felt warm arms wrap around your waist from behind. 
“Heya Sunshine..”  Whispered words curled around your ear, chasing a shiver down your spine. Spinning you in his arms, your breath caught briefly as Norman stared down at you. 
“Ya look amazin’…jes beautiful.” Flushing at the unexpected compliment, your eyes darted to the ground. 
“You don’t look so bad yourself Mr. Reedus.” With a half smile you stepped back to admire the man standing before you. His dark auburn hair fell in messy waves over his blue eyes, as it always did. Although he still wore jeans he’d switched to a dark distressed pair, the legs haphazardly pulled down over tightly laced boots. In lieu of the Henley from earlier, a black band tee took its place. The soft cotton fabric stretching over his broad chest and thick arms caught your attention as he pulled you into his neck for a hug and tightened his grip. Inhaling deeply, you sighed as the smell of worn leather and fresh-turned dirt surrounded you.
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“I promise, I’m fine. It was great to meet you too!” Pulling his hand from the man’s shoulder, Misha lowered the dark glasses from where they rested in his messy hair to cover his eyes as he threaded his way through the crowds in search of you.
He’d noticed you talking to Rob earlier and headed in that direction, his stride confident and filled with purpose. Scanning the crowd at the front of the stage he intently sought the black and blue dress you’d been wearing. When his gaze shifted and found you standing off to the side of the lawn he smiled, intent on telling you how gorgeous you looked. His steps faltered and the smile he’d been wearing moments before dimmed as Norman walked up and wrapped his arms around your waist. [Y/F/N] laughed at something he said, turning in his arms to brush hair from his face. Even though he had no valid reason to be upset, his stomach twisted into knots, a dull ache blossoming in his chest.
One thing was certain, Norman certainly seemed authentic in his efforts. Misha smiled sardonically as the other man pressed his lips to [Y/F/N]’s temple, tucking a white flower into her hair before settling an arm casually around her waist and pulling her into his side.
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When the lights dimmed and Rob took his place center stage the crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and screaming. A permanent grin settled into place immediately. You thoroughly enjoyed seeing everyone support Louden Swain. Although you’d only discovered the band a few months prior, it hadn’t taken long for you to become a fan. Raising your arms over your head, you clapped and cheered as loud as the rest of the audience, hips and the gauzy fabric draping them beginning to sway to the Indie Rock.
Shifting from his place at your side, Norman moved to settle his arms across the front of your hips, pulling you in against his solid frame. When his lips pressed themselves into your hairline you stilled, the lilting sounds of the band drowned out by your suddenly racing heart. As simple of a gesture as it was, the lingering feeling ceased to fade, even after he had pulled back.
“You’re really taking being my date seriously eh?” Twisting your head to look up at the man behind you, a playful smirk ghosted over your face. 
“O’ course, why wouldn’t I?” Shrugging, you turned back to the stage where Rob had started singing one of your favorite Louden Swain songs; Pop-Tart Heart. 
“If’n ah didn’t enjoy spenin’ time witcha, ah wouldn’t. I don’t do pity dates [Y/F/N].”
“Well, as much as I’m enjoying myself, I should probably go check in with Misha. Work beckons ya know?” Squeezing his arms around you once more, Norman nodded before stepping back. 
“I’ll be here when ya get back. These guys are pretty good.”
Winding your way through the group of people who’d drifted their way to the front of the stage, you spotted Clif hanging back by the group of tents set aside for the guests. 
“Hey Clif!” Waving to the surly looking man, he nodded in your direction as you approached.
“Is Misha in there?” Craning your neck around his massive shoulders, he laughed at your attempts to see passed him. 
“Yeah, go on in [Y/F/N].” Holding the curtain aside for you, Clif stepped away from the small door. Immediately you were greeted by a wall of hired muscle, perma-frowns etched into their tanned features. Black suits, and tinted wrap-around sunglasses glared back at you as their arms crossed over their chests. 
“Hey, I don’t think we’ve met, I’m [Y/F/N].” The men didn’t even look at you, their gaze trained straight ahead. 
“Uh..alrighty then. Hey, Misha?!” 
“Yah?” Smiling as he poked his head through the men, his attention landed on you, expression turning to stone. 
“[Y/F/N], hey c’mon in.”
Turning from you he gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, carelessly discarding it on an empty chair across the room. 
“Thought I’d check in to see if I could help with anything. Haven’t heard from you today really.” 
The earlier sheepishness had returned, and you looked anywhere but at the man in front of you, his perfectly tanned skin framed by low-hanging denim.
The tension in the space between you was thick enough that when Jared sauntered over to say hello; tossing an almond up in the air before snapping it into his mouth, he nearly choked. 
“Woah, [Y/F/N], you look amazing! Doesn’t that dress…wow?!” Nudging Misha, (who was too busy pulling on his button up shirt to even bother making fun of the taller man for nearly choking on nuts) he threw an arm around his shoulders, intent on asking if he too thought you looked great. 
“Oh, uhm..yeah. S’nice.” At Jared’s questioning expression, you sighed, shaking your head by way of explanation. 
“Y'all okay?” 
“Yeah, I think so, we just gotta sort some things out.”
Turning your own now icy stare towards your boss, you looked pointedly at the man, while still addressing Jared. 
“Just got some…kinks..to work out.” “Still gettin’ used to each other is all.”
With a worried grimace, the taller man held his hands out in front of his body, as if to keep himself out of the conversation. 
“Alright, well I’m.. just gonna…I’ll see y'all later.” Leaning over to whisper through your hair, Jared placed a large hand on your back, “don’t be too hard on him eh? I know y'all just met, but he cares for you.” 
With that, he strolled off across the room, hailing Jensen as his brother was ushered in the back door.
Tentatively, you reached out to touch Misha’s back, which was still turned away from you, his head held in one hand, the other resting on his hip. 
“Mish?” “Can we talk?” With a heavy sigh, the man shook his head, running a hand over his face before raking his fingers through his hair. 
“Sure [Y/F/N], what do you want to talk about?” Turning to face you, his expression hard, you were taken aback by his attitude. 
“Really? Well, how about for starters why you mysteriously disappeared this morning after -” leaning closer so as to be out of ear shot of the others gathered in the room “-after what..happened.” “I’m assuming it directly relates to why you’ve ignored me all day? Also, what’s up with your sudden possessiveness over me?” “And third, whatever this -” waffling your hands between the two of you, you continued “-is, I need to know we’re on the same page. You’re fucking married Misha, and after you just up and left? I felt like a cheap…cheap…FLOOZY!”
Turning from your boss as you tried to hide the angry tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, you bowed your head, intent on keeping your shit together. 
“[Y/F/N]…I …I’m sorry. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for awhile now.” 
Gripping your shoulder, he turned you to face him, eyes widening when he saw you fighting with your emotions. 
“Hey..hey don’t be upset, c’mere I-” the man tried pulling you against his body to comfort you but you didn’t want comforting, you wanted to punch him in the face. 
Fortunately you only thought the sentiment and didn’t act on it. One, he was your boss and despite everything you wanted to keep your job. Two, he was about to go put on a show for a couple thousand fans, and you’d feel kinda shitty if you wrecked his pretty nose. And three, Jared had requested you go easy on the man. So, you let him wrap his arms around you and crush you to his chest.
Sighing to yourself, you gently pulled back from his embrace. 
“Misha, talk to me. We have to talk about what my role is in this relationship. For having just met me, there’s no rational reason for you to apparently like me as more than an employee, so there’s clearly some sub-section of the contract I overlooked that details this. You’re married, and two weeks ago I was just another fangirl trying to get you to notice me. Now my life is completely different and I just don’t know what to do or how to act.” 
The anger began to dissipate while you listened to the rhythmic thudding of Misha’s chest.
Flopping into the same chair that held his abandoned t-shirt, Misha tugged on your wrist, so when you toppled off balance you only just caught yourself in time to instead take a seat on the adjacent chair.
Steepling his fingers as he hunched forward in his own seat, Misha considered his thoughts only briefly before starting. 
“Okay. So. I’ve got approximately -eight- minutes until they call me out on stage to introduce Jensen and Jared, so as much as I want to discuss this at length, I’m afraid it’s not possible right this second.  There are two options: one, we can touch on each of your concerns and revisit them later tonight, or two, you can go enjoy the rest of the show and we’ll put the entire conversation on hold. Again.” 
“I can say now, tomorrow is the craziest day, Sundays are always insane at conventions. There is a very real possibility that we won’t have another opportunity to discuss this until we’re on the way back to Washington.” 
Misha’s cobalt eyes searched your [Y/E/C] ones, trying to read your mood to see what you wanted to do.
Nodding in understanding you almost decided to put it off again. It was too important of a conversation to keep pushing aside but he was right, it was going to take time to address all of the questions you had. As much as you knew you’d dwell on his answers, it was also quite likely that knowing nothing would be worse. So you opted for the first choice. 
“Just..just give me something to think on. Will that work?” 
You’d completely forgotten about the concert happening just outside the thin canvas walls, not that you were sure how, the noise of the crowd was deafening as Rob finished the vocals to ‘She Waits.’
“Okay… so you want a quickie?” The smirk on Misha’s face to match his wink let you know he too, was less upset than he had been. Rolling your eyes, you acquiesced. 
“Yeah, yeah, on with it Sparky. Your public awaits.” As if on cue, Clif pulled back the canvas of the door, eyes searching the room. 
“Kim, Misha, you guys are on deck.”
Nodding, Misha walked with you towards his waiting bodyguard and friend. 
“One: “Personal Assistant covers a lot more than business transactions. Remember when I told you being my assistant meant I’d have to be able to trust you with parts of my life not many are privy to? Well I wasn’t only talking about my credit score and social security number. Two: Yes, I’ve been quiet today because I couldn’t figure out how to explain my poor decision via text and I was afraid you were angry with me, so I wanted to give you some space.”
Rob’s voice grew louder, Rich joining in with a ridiculous joke about someone taking the JCPenney coat sale waaayyy too seriously..and then they were announcing him. 
“Ladies and gents, your favorite angel…Mr. Misha Collins!!” The pitch of the crowd increased substantially as Misha turned to face you, one hand weaving through your hair. Locking his eyes on yours, he continued. 
“Three: Yes, I am married. Happily, I might add. But Vicki and I have already spoken about this, so it’s up to you to decide what you want from this relationship. Also. I was jealous. Yes, its unrealistic and completely illogical for our situation, but there ya have it.” 
With a quick smile, he pulled you to him, his lips briefly pressing against yours before he leaned back.  Ducking under Clif’s arm, he shouted to the crowd about virtues, and how being patient just never worked for him either as he grabbed the temporary railing and jumped over it onto the stage.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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