#look on my works ye mighty and despair

[aschenbroedel]

posting my response to this eah confession about dappling and the implications of destiny so i dont lose it when i want to write more later:

[allgoodthingsflowintothecity]

how we feelin about that newest upload Kanepixels viewers

[marinersubmariner]

Sketched this as a tiny part of a current WIP, made myself laugh

[effable-as-f]

All you simmers with your fancy shmancy custom content are all cowards

Behold

Base game Astarion

[mearcatsreturns]

beloved if you embroider any of the ms paint figures PLEASE @ me I will lose my mind

@carys-the-ninth it’s been a long time, but I did the thing.

[beautifulhumansubmarines]

Imagine we’re in bed for the night. It’s cold out, so we’re snuggled up to each other, me holding you from behind, and you’re already fast asleep: being pregnant with triplets has left you permanently fatigued, and now that you’re full-term, you look ready to pop. Poor dear. I move my hand up to gently cup your underbelly and caress it with my thumb - your poor skin is so overtaxed. There are angry red stretch marks everywhere to be found, and I know they drive you crazy. I try to help as much as I can, but you’re just so small and the babies are so big. You stir slightly at my touch, give the smallest sigh of contentment. You love having my hands on you.

Then you tense, and I see the reason why: one of the babies is kicking, and your already-sore skin is forced to stretch even more to compensate. Your hand moves to soothe them, but I’m already there, pulling your top up to your breasts before rubbing your belly in a gentle rhythm, pressing inward slightly to calm the squirming. Your hand rests over mine, fingers interlaced as the movement inside you starts to slow. It takes a moment, but your breathing evens out and your shoulders relax once the babies calm down. You’re working so hard to grow these babies, even in your sleep. I snuggle closer to you and plant a gentle kiss on your neck. You deserve to rest as long as possible: tomorrow we’ll be taking a long walk to try and jumpstart labor, so you’ll need all your strength. You’ll be okay, though. You carry my babies so well. It makes me so proud to see you so heavy with my children; you’ve done such a wonderful job so far and I hope you know how grateful I am for it.

The babies aren’t kicking anymore, but I’m still rubbing your belly: I love feeling how big you’ve grown. You’re still fast asleep, but every now and again I think I hear the slightest murmur of pleasure. As I let myself drift off to sleep, I think about our walk tomorrow and watching you waddle along with me, beaming with pride and swollen beyond belief. I can hardly wait.

[captainskylock]

Poem: How to bake a wedding cake.

I get asked to write people poems for their weddings. A lot. I'm starting to struggle to come up with original ideas, since the usual topics of love and commitment are beyond my ability to contribute any sort of original take. However: I can offer unbridled chaos and unrelenting horror. So this is my most recent work, written for my aunt's wedding back in April. Started and finished in the wee hours of that very morning, as is tradition.

So. It has come to this: the grandest mistake Volunteering to concoct a whole wedding cake Overselling my talents, a cuisinier fake And there is no recourse left now but to bake

But how can the unskilled prove they can shine? The same way as experts: just research on-line! I’ll soon find the secret, the day will be fine And all will be pleased when on cake they shall dine

Whole milk, and egg whites, and all-purpose flour Why this is easy, I’ll be done in an hour! Sugar and butter and nothing too sour- Wait, where’s the Wi-Fi? I’ve lost all the power!

I’ve already forgotten everything I just read! The wedding’s tomorrow! I’m filling with dread Show’s over, I’m done, I’m totally dead! The fearsome bride will be after my head!

No! I can manage, a capable man With reason and logic here at my command I have this cake licked, it’s fully in hand I’ll make it up as I go and it will be grand

I think there was… milk? My memory’s rough But I’ve only one pint, will that be enough? Well not to worry, substitution’s not tough I’ll scoop in the mayo, it’s just the right stuff!

Now it needs body, and here’s the corn flour No way that’s enough, so let’s search for more powder Some curry, some chilli, I’m sifting a shower More mustard and matcha! The flavour gets louder!

And… were there eggs? There’s none in the fridge So protein a la proxy shall be my new bid It’s round and it’s white, with a bit of a squidge… Yes that will be perfect! Toss in a few squid!

Which is sugar and salt? I just cannot see These pots are all labelled incompetently! “Pure Food Grade Fine Crystals, Citric Acid Kay-Gee” Well I have no clue, but looks sugary to me!

I think there was butter? But look! It is marred! By toast crumbs left strewn by an incautious card Emboldened, I feel that I’m quite avant-garde When I substitute butter with a great block of lard

Is wedding cake pudding? With fruit is it packed? These things one must learn as an auto-didact Well tomatoes are fruit. Now that is a fact! I’ll toss in a can, and that will be that!

And one final thing that will prove my proficience Vanilla to counter the flavour deficience But one bean will surely prove quite inefficient So in goes the bundle, now that is sufficient

And into the oven, scraped into a pile My gusto for baking surpasses this trial Passion means heat! So crank up that dial! Five hundred degrees and leave in a good while

I take up the spoon, I’ve never felt braver And put it to taste-bud to take in the flavour Growing ever light-headed the longer I savour And with cause unrelated my wakefulness wavers

A few hours in, I awake from my coma My culinary skill must be worth two diplomas As I realise that what once was a pungent aroma Has nicely burned off in a blazing corona

And next, to assemble, now the fires have fizzled Though the size of the cake has slightly shrivelled And the tall stacking layers continue to sizzle The shape is perfected and expertly chiselled

It needs decoration, that’s not my concern The family expert will cover the burns As for this challenge and all I have learned I cannot be stopped when the Internet spurns!

And next the wedding, the service, bouquet The drinks and the mingling, twee games of croquet At dinner a slice of my cake comes my way I politely decline, I put down for soufflé!

[beepost-generator]

My name is Ozzymandias... look on me works, mate, and despair.

[bluntandsaucy]

ozymandius malevolent

[aschenbroedel]

eah parent gen is so damaged. they had nothing that was true. they had stories to revere, that was all. that awful storybook. even the evil queen, who stole and hid and desecrated it, was beside herself with delight when raven finally signed it. briar dropped it down a well, but i don't think the evil queen would have had the courage; she violated the book, but she couldn't have discarded it. it was a sacred object to her generation. they would all have been terrified, barring wonderlandians like the cheshire cat who were never raised with the same sense of worship, when raven dissolved it. they would have feared for their lives.

Idk if it's just because I don't interact with the fandom a lot, but I feel like there's some untapped potential with the parents of EAH. Like, it's one thing when you're 16, having been raised your whole life to fulfill a certain role, learning that you can be whatever you want to be and reject your destiny.

It's another thing when you're 40 years old with 3 kids and a spouse you probably don't even love, who did the whole destiny thing already, only now learning that there was a choice in the matter two decades too late. You're a whole ass adult with kids and responsibilities who's just now learning how to be a person and choose life decisions for yourself, grappling with the fact that you never really wanted this life and this feeling of helplessness, but you still raised your children to go through the same thing that you did. Maybe your kids are right to resent you for it. Maybe you resent your own parents for it.

[aschenbroedel]

eah snow white and evil queen hcs because i have class of classics brain damage

when snow is nervous she mutters the last lines of the snow white story under her breath

every time snow visits eq she will stand outside the door of the mirror room and repeat the lines until she feels ready to enter (though she never fully does)

after eq’s release (dragon games) but before they pick team captains, snow breaks into eq’s room (one of ever after high’s guest rooms where milton is letting her stay) and sees her for the first time in a long time without her headdress on

snow’s first thought - absurdly - is that she looks unnaturally small without it

the night before they pick captains, eq asks snow, “do you think my little birdie is going to play for me?”

snow tells her no

milton gives eq the largest room in the castle, but she is never actually going to use the bed - she is too unstable and restless for sleep

eq has insomnia

eq has hand tremors

they’re both underweight, but eq is emaciated

when they were younger they used to climb to the top of the highest towers of the school and map out the arena together

in the last game of their senior year, a beanstalk had grown to block snow’s signature route

snow steered her dragon directly into it anyway

snow won the game for her team and graduated with three cracked ribs and a mottled indigo stomach

her dragon, paralysed from the neck down, died of sadness a little before her coronation

when she has nothing else to think about (which is rarely), she wonders why it obeyed

snow’s posture is always perfect; beside the slouchy eq, she looks brittle

their last game still gives snow bad dreams

snow has dreamed of dying every night since that game, and of eq every night since eq was locked away

snow couldn’t sleep more than an hour at a time after graduation because she didn’t know when eq would come to poison her

snow was scared to die before eq could poison her

when snow woke up after the game (in an incredible amount of pain) flat on her back in the grass, her first thought was to get baba yaga to call eq over so that she could do it right away

eq could have - she carried snow’s apple everywhere

the poison apple spell was the first spell eq ever learned

they were so young when their mothers read the story to them, they don’t remember that it happened - only how it felt

between them, snow is actually the first to wonder if maybe the storybook of legends isn’t as powerful as they were taught

because snow knew in her heart that she could have died during that game, and that having signed the storybook in her legacy year would not have protected her

eq disagrees, and gets testy when snow voices this

after all eq used the book to take over the fairy-tale world

eq dry-heaved when raven dissolved it

eq’s voice is derisive even when she doesn’t actively mean to be, as though derision is what she based on

eq looks startlingly young when her hair is damp and obscures her cheekbones

snow seldom looks young anymore, but her eyes still have that disarming baby animal quality

even in a state of relaxation eq’s body is always contorted somehow - limbs angled unnaturally, bones protruding where they shouldn’t be, shadows distorting her features

they have forgotten each other’s true names - storybook magic

every once in a while snow asks (subtly) for eq’s name, but never receives it

this wounds her deeply, though she’ll never admit it

because milton refused to do anything about the beanstalk, snow returned to the arena after her prince woke her and had her seven dwarves raze it to the ground

though when snow talks about the past, she never says “after my prince woke me” - she says “after i was poisoned”

when snow sees an apple, her mouth aches and her skin starts to feel sore to the touch - like a child with a fever

snow has a bad habit of gnawing on her lips until they bleed, but it’s hard to tell from afar because they’re already blood red

some time after the events of the show snow’s mental and physical states begin to deteriorate rapidly

apple’s coronation has to happen prematurely because her mother has become useless as queen and can’t do a thing except sleep for days straight in her glass coffin and argue with the shadowy woman in the mirror (who only sometimes argues back)

when snow sleeps for days, she dreams things are different

[eggfriiedrice]

seeing deactivated accounts being reblogged in the year 2024 is very Ozymandiascore...

[yourworsttotebag]

me: these characters would never think of hooking up :)

me, after a few hours: unless...

[aschenbroedel]

i think this is incredibly smart. the earliest known version of sleeping beauty was written between 1330 and 1344, but the unique nature of the destiny dictates that every generation spans like 120–130 years, making briar (allowing for irregularities because it doesn't line up exactly) only the 5th or 6th sleeping beauty ever. compared to other lineages of their time the sleeping beauties would be miserably inexperienced. there would be so little history to fall back on. it would make briar's fear even sadder

One thing that’s interesting about Ever After High is, when you look at how long some fairy tales have been around in real life, is how much longer some generations of a story are compared to others

The Adventures of Pinocchio was first serialised in 1881-1882 and then published in 1883, and since the story doesn’t say or imply it may have taken place any time before that era, let’s assume that in the EAH universe, the first Pinocchio happened in the early 1880s. Since the average generation time is 20-30 years and assuming that EAH is meant to take place in the 2010s since that’s the era it was released in, that makes Cedar the 5th-7th person meant to enact the Pinocchio story.

Then there’s Beauty and The Beast, where the first version was published in 1740. Using the same method as before, that would make Rosabella the 10th-14th person meant to enact the BATB story, basically double the length of Cedar’s generational line.

THEN there’s Little Red Riding Hood, where the first written version is from 1697, which would make Cerise around the 17th or less expected Red Riding Hood, EXCEPT that we know Little Red Riding Hood was being told orally pre-17th century, and that the story was told by French peasants in the 10th century and that the earliest known precursor of the Red Riding Hood story was recorded by Egbert of Liège in around 1023, which could make Cerise, at the most, the 55th Red Riding Hood

And that’s NOT EVEN getting into Cinderella, where the earliest considered known variant is the story of Rhodopis which was recounted sometime between 7 BC and AD 23.

[suzukiblu]

Please, cuddling, and TimKon?

. . . I am sorry but also I am NOT sorry for what I have done with this reply, but hey, why don't we all enjoy this one being the only prompt fill from this meme that got a read-more cut??

“Please,” Kon tries, trying not to look–he doesn’t know, weird and needy and like an embarrassment, or whatever. It feels like such a stupid thing to ask for. He knows Tim’s not really a hugger or a touchy-feely guy or whatever and that he likes having his own space and basically always hops out of bed right after sex to go write down all the shit his post-nut clarity made him think of, and the idea of, like, just staying still and actually cuddling or whatever is probably basically literal torture to him, assuming it’s ever even occurred to him at all, just . . . 

Just he’d kind of like to sometimes, maybe? Like–not regularly or whatever, he’s not trying to drive Tim nuts or cut into either his worktime or downtime here, just . . .

Just he’d like to do it sometimes, that’s all. 

Tim’s not the tactile type. Tim isn’t even the eye contact type, unless he’s lying to somebody or at work or just faking it for Robin-mode or whatever. Kon gets that. He’s been, like–careful about that. Not trying to take up too much space or ask for too much attention or mind when Tim doesn’t even look up at him when he– 

He’s been careful about it. 

But he is . . . well. The tactile type. Like . . . kind of, anyway. 

Like–it’s kinda unavoidable, honestly. 

“Oh,” Tim says, blinking at him in just enough bemusement to make him feel even more self-conscious about bringing this shit up to begin with, and Kon tries to keep his expression casual and noncommittal and–and just normal about this. Because he is totally normal about this. He is so normal about this. He is.

He’s also normal about the fact that when he asked Tim if he could talk to him about something, Tim didn’t even put down his tablet. Didn’t even put it to sleep, or actually even look up from it until . . . 

Kon’s normal about that. About all of this. 

(and he definitely never feels kind of weird or a little bit abandoned because Tim can’t EVER just bring his stupid laptop back to bed or at least work on whatever he’s thinking about IN the bedroom at the untouched desk he's got set up in there or even just, like . . . stick around and hang out on the couch with him, or anything like that. he definitely totally ENTIRELY doesn’t ever just feel like a casual fuckbuddy or an easy hookup or a gala-night accessory or just the most immediately convenient option and not actually–not actually any kind of a–not actually something that– 

he doesn’t. 

definitely.)

“Uh,” Kon says, and backpedals awkwardly, because clearly this conversation is not going the way he’d wanted it to and Tim just looks so surprised by it all, like–like it never even occurred to him or something, that maybe . . . that maybe Kon would want anything like that, or like he literally just hasn’t noticed how hard Kon’s been trying to be normal about it, or . . . 

It doesn’t feel very good, the idea he’s been trying so hard to respect Tim’s space and preferences and comfort levels and Tim hasn’t even noticed that he was doing anything at all. 

Especially because Tim usually notices just about everything. 

Maybe Tim’s just never thinking about it. Maybe he gets out of bed so quick because he’s spent the whole time in it thinking about other shit and just putting up with–just– 

“Kon,” Tim says, his voice going a little tight, and Kon just tries not to wince. He didn’t mention any of the complicated stuff he’s been trying not to feel, he just asked if Tim could–if Tim would– 

He didn’t even mention any of the complicated stuff, so it’s, like–not a great sign that Tim’s looking at him like that right now, like he’s said something really serious or upsetting or . . . 

He really shouldn’t have said anything, yeah. 

“Sorry,” he tries stiffly, glancing away and wrapping his hand around his own wrist and digging his fingers into the inside of it. It’s–tactile. Just . . . something tactile. “I know you don’t–sorry. Uh. Just forget it.” 

“Fuck,” Tim mutters for some reason, and Kon feels like such an idiot for saying anything at all, and a worse one for apparently doing it in a way that’s got Tim making that face at him. That face is Robin’s “my utility belt is empty, comms are fried, and the mission just went to shit” face. 

He really fucked this up. It was fine. Everything was fine, and now he’s wrecked it and Tim’s about to say it’s not even that serious, it’s not like it’s even–not like they’re even–and that Kon’s clearly gotten the wrong idea and they should just–just– 

“How long have you felt this way?” Tim asks very, very carefully, like the question’s something fragile, and Kon thinks from literally the first fucking time you left me alone in bed all night so you could go recalibrate some stupid useless specialty sensor that wasn’t even part of your primary gear, like, a WEEK into us sleeping together and says, “I dunno. It’s not���I told you. Forget it. It’s not a big deal.” 

He’s being weird about this. He’s being an asshole about this, actually, because being prepared for literally every single possible contingency ever is the Bats’ whole thing and he got into this knowing Tim wasn’t the touchy-feely type or all that expressive and emotive about–about his feelings, or whatever, and–and it’s not like he even–not like he– 

(he just wants a fucking HUG he didn't have to FUCK him for every now and then, or for Tim to at least exist in the same space as him for longer than the time it takes for the next email from Oracle to come in or next alert from Batman to go off or next self-assigned project to finish processing or–

but that’s not something Tim does, and Kon knew that going in, so–so it’s his own stupid fault if he feels SMALL sometimes, when . . . when there’s always something else, always another problem to solve or place to be or thing to think about, always . . . always something more important than just . . . staying, just for a little bit, and just BEING with–with him. just him. not the team, or either of their families, or . . .)

He knew all this going in, Kon reminds himself. He knew it. If he were this bad at being with literally anyone else, he’d just–he’d just– 

But something about it being Tim means he just . . . can’t. 

Tim’s jaw tightens, and he finally sets down his stupid tablet. 

Only now, though, Kon thinks bitterly, and digs his fingers a little deeper into the inside of his wrist. 

“Kon,” Tim says again, says too carefully again. Like something’s fragile, again. “I–” 

“I said forget it, for fuck’s sake!” Kon snaps too hotly, and maybe hates himself for both doing it and for the stricken look that doing it puts on Tim’s face, and also maybe cheats a bit by super-speeding straight out the balcony door into the night air and not taking his cell or his communicator with him. Or–definitely does, in fact. Definitely that’s cheating. He knows it is. 

He just really can’t stand to hear Tim tell him how he’s fucked up this time right now, though. He just–he tried so fucking hard not to fuck up this time. 

He really, really tried. 

He should’ve known it wouldn’t work, but . . . but he really did try.

[intricatedemonicrituals]

Canon Destiel Timeline Masterpost

I wrote this all in a fugue state while listening to Green Grow the Lilacs on repeat so forgive any mistakes. @gay-fae ask and ye shall receive

So much has happened in the long and storied history of his fandom so I've decided to try to document it. I've started by looking up every time that canon destiel, destiel event, misha collins, jackles, or some other search terms have spiked on Google and cross referenced them with tumblr or twitter posts from that day. I know a lot of this is Misha stuff, but he does tend to be the one to say things

November 5th, 2020: Season 15, Episode 18 "Despair" airs and Castiel declares his love to Dean. The presidential election, Georgia turning blue, the presumed retirement of Vladamir Putin, Dabi from My Hero Academia, Ouran Host Club season 2, Sherlock season 5, the president of Bolivia being attacked with dynamite, ongoing BLM protests, a twitter artist making racist art of Ted Bundy, Hetalia returning, a dead man being elected Representative for North Dakota, V for Vendetta, scientists discovering a "hell" planet that rains rocks and has lava oceans, and half of Europe being in lockdown all became tumblr news around the same time. Some of these are true, some not.

November 8th, 2020: Misha Collins, in a panel with Richard Speight, states that the confession scene was a "declaration of homosexual love", and that when Castiel goes to the Empty, it is an example of the "Kill your gays" trope.

November 19th, 2020: The finale airs and it is not well loved to say the least. The episode is short, Dean dies by falling on a nail to death fighting vampire clowns, and there are several characters left with dangling unresolved plot threads and arcs, including Castiel. The car is in heaven though. There is very little heard from the cast and crew, if anything.

November 22nd, 2020: Misha Collins, in a livestream, tells a fan that Castiel and Jack are remaking heaven together, Cas has his wings back, and they are rainbow-colored. He had, however, mentioned the rainbow wings before.

November 24th, 2020: The Spanish dub of the confession is released and a "rogue" translator has written "Y yo a ti" or "I love you too" as Dean's response. Destiel goes canon in Spanish. Tumblr stops working as a result.

November 25th, 2020: tumblr user @thebloggerbloggerfun claims Jensen Ackles said "I had a member of the film crew record the confession scene on my phone for me" #unsourced #releasethetapes

November 26th, 2020: Misha doesn't appreciate the rogue translator, but walks that opinion back later the same day

November 27th, 2020: A "leaked" Italian dub of the confession scene shows a mutual confession.

November 28th, 2020: President Obama follows a destiel account on Twitter

November 30th, 2020: The supposed "Italian dub" is revealed as a fake created by user @iotiamo using sound clips from other parts of the Italian dub on show.

December 1st, 2020: Twitter user @mothdean says "misha I know you have a stan acc and spy on us so can we have a hazel update please"

December 3rd, 2020: Misha tweets about Hazel snoring and this is taken as possible confirmation of Misha's secret stan account

December 11th, 2020: A script from Cas's perspective leaks. It says "We see Cass's POV of Dean again - his face drawn, drained of hope. But still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester."

December 16th, 2020: Newsweek runs an article about an article that Misha wrote about the Lewinsky affair while interning in the Clinton White House in which Misha comes off as rather thirsty for Bill

December 20th, 2020: All Supernatural related materials disappear off the CW's website due to a copyright dispute with Warner Brothers

December 31st, 2020: Mishapocalypse redux

February 9th, 2021: Spn cast members Chad Lindberg and Samantha Ferris tweet about a party at the Roadhouse and it grows to become a full Destiel wedding

February 16th, 2021: @steveyockey made a fairly benign post about Jensen Ackles. The notes went wild in a variety of ways and started a rumor that Spn writer Steve Yockey was dead

February 20th, 2021: Steve Yockey is not dead and he should say it

March 3rd, 2021: The German dub drops and it is also romantic in tone

March 6-8th, 2021: A virtual con happens where Jensen discusses Chaos Machine and Jared says he wants to be in their next project. They also show that WAP video. Jensen is giving full mountain man preparing to play Soldier Boy.

March 10th, 2021: The French dub is released. Cas says, "I love you, Dean" and Dean now responds, "Don't do this to me, Castiel"

March 13th, 2021: The company Amazon tweets about Castiel and Misha Collins asks if they ship Deancas or Wincest. Subsequently apologizes.

March 16th, 2021: Misha says he can't speak as Castiel because Warner Brothers" specifically forbade it. #cwsniperconfirmed

March 17th, 2021: Sam and Eileen are getting married! I have no idea how this came about but I'm happy for them

March 23rd, 2021: Chad Lindberg and Samantha Ferris claim on Twitter that the Roadhouse party was about Valentine's day and not a wedding. Ferris specifically said that she worked on the show and that people tried to make Dean/Cas into "something that it wasn't", She also stated she doesn't "know what queerbaiting is" and that it was due to an "agenda". This led to #deanisbi trending on Twitter and Tumblr.

March 31st, 2021: Some possibly fake leaked scripts come up for sale on eBay. Also, Jensen is Batman.

April 1st, 2021: Mishapocalypse redux

April 6th, 2021: Leaked scripts from the 2 final episodes pop up and have several mentions of Cas in them that were omitted. Dean even thinks about Cas's confession when confronting Chuck.

April 18th, 2021: Scripts from seasons 12 and 13 leak. These include scenes from after Cas's death

May 17th, 2021: Jensen's band Radio Company releases an album including the song Watching Over Me

June ~5th, 2021: Misha says at a convention that Watching Over Me is about Castiel. Jensen neither confirms nor denies this when asked about it

June 11th, 2021: It is announced that Misha is publishing a book of poetry

June 18th, 2021: The Russian dub airs and Dean's line is changed to "Don't you dare, Cas"

June 24-28th, 2021: Jensen and Daneel Ackles reveal that they are making a Supernatural prequel series following John and Mary Winchester (a story that NOBODY was asking for). Jensen will reprise his role as Dean and will narrate. Misha hints that he would like to be involved, as do Ruthie Connell, Samantha Ferris, Matt Cohen, and Julie McNiven (the perils of having a cast of mostly immortal characters). But Jared Padalecki first says that he is happy for the Ackles's, he later said he was "gutted", then responded to Robbie Thompson's tweet calling him a "coward" and saying "what an awful thing you've done". The next day, Jensen and Jared both do damage control and say they'll always be brothers

July 17th, 2021: People are asking if Destiel will be canon in Space Jam, Misha's poetry book's cover is revealed to lukewarm reviews and people are talking about a particular poem about piss, and Perfume Genius releases an article that is a self-insert vore fanfiction about having sex with Jensen Ackles

August 2nd, 2021: Perfume Genius is at it again with "Last Friday, I had my eyes removed by Jared Padalecki". No, I do not know why she is doing this.

August 9th, 2021: Destiel fics hit 100k on Ao3. Misha tweets his support and people remember that he sometimes reads fanfiction and theorize he has an A03 account

September 1st, 2021: Misha makes his first Tiktok. There is a short intro before he calls cut, walks behind a screen, and strips his clothes off

September 3rd, 2021: Jake Abel uses Michael and Adam to help sell his hot sauce brand

September 4th, 2021: Misha confirms that the love between Castiel and Dean was "reciprocated"

September 9th, 2021: A clip of the real Italian dub of the confession scene goes viral as it is revealed that, unlike the Spanish dub, they change the line to "ti voglio bene" or essentially "I love you like family". Misha responds with a video saying "Ciao Italia, ti amo" with the subtitle "Love is love in any language"

September 21st, 2021: Misha drops the fact that one of his poems is from Castiel's perspective.

September 30th, 2021: Jensen will be appearing at a con on the same day as Misha and not with Jared for "professional reasons"

October 4th, 2021: Misha responds to a fan's tweet by saying that Jensen has "crazy eyes and a knife in his pocket"

October 10th, 2021: Daneel posts a picture of Jensen intently reading Misha's poetry book in front of a roaring fire on Instagram. Misha responds that he misses them even more

October 12th, 2021: Jensen is cast in Rust, a (rather ill-fated) western and Misha says "Yippie-ki-yay" and calls him a stud in the comments

October 16th, 2021: Denvercon. Jensen and Jared reunite for the first time since THE INCIDENT

April 24th, 2022: Misha Collins says in terms of being an extrovert, an introvert, or a bisexual, he joked "I'm all three". This led to the internet celebrating Misha's newly revealed bisexuality.

April 25th, 2022: Misha Collins comes out as straight. Oops!

June 19th, 2022: According to Misha, Dean's heaven was supposed to be at the Roadhouse with all his friends and Cas was going to be there with him

November 7th, 2022: Misha calls Elon Musk a snowflake

November 12th, 2022: Tumblr starts planning another Mishapocalypse

January 24th, 2023: Jensen and the cast of the Winchesters throw Dean Winchester a birthday party, including wearing silly little hats

February 26th, 2023: At JIBcon 11, Jensen sings an improvised song about an angel while Misha sits cross-legged on the floor looking up at him

April 1st, 2023: 10 year anniversary of the Mishapocalypse

April 16th, 2023: A year after his bisexual whoopsie daisy, Misha says that Warner Brothers asked him to "let it go" and keep pretending to be bisexual.

August 23, 2023: Rogue Spanish translator is revealed to not have gone rogue at all but instead to have followed the script he was given, confirming the existence of a mutual love confession that was cut at some point.

If you can remember any events and dates that I haven't found, please let me know and I'll add them! I haven't really rounded out 2022 and 2023 yet.