#whoismisha

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Dear MagISoWo,

I'm a werebear who lives with my (found family) sister and brother. My sister is a vampire and my brother is a werewolf. Lately I've been feeling a bit lonely, as they are often very busy and it's been difficult to make time to spend with eachother like we planned before moving in together. I've considered going out in search of new friends, but I'm not entirely sure where to start, as along with the fact of --to put it bluntly-- me being socially inept, I was hoping to find other were-bears to talk with considering neither of my parents were and I don't think I've known any others besides myself. Im sure there are support groups that could be provided, however I think that method may feel a bit unnatural when forming connections, though if you feel these groups are the best route to take, any resources would be gladly appreciated.

Thank you,

-Misha

Dear Misha,

Thank you for reaching out, we're glad to hear from you! You definitely don't have to join a support group to meet new people, there are many more casual social events in our community too. We do not know of any that are geared towards werebears specifically, but the shifter community is very vibrant!

Many bars and clubs host a Supernatural Saturday, so that might be a good start if that's your scene. But there are also walks, picknicks, book clubs, and all kinds of other events organised by members of the community specifically to meet like-minded people. We keep a calendar on our website of social events specifically suited for members of particular groups.

There is also Fangs, Fur and Feathers, a support group turned social club with members of all kinds. A lot of their members are shapeshifters and even if their activities aren't your style, they can certainly help you find gathering spaces that are!

Best of luck, and always feel free to drop by one of our community centers,

~ the MagISoWo Team

[stripymatt]

@whoismisha loooook ✨️

⭐

[belovedstill]

Hello <3 I was tagged by my fellow Pisces @isaksredscarf (I started typing “whoismisha” on instinct, oops) to do the 5 OTPs challenge!

1. Dean/Cas - Supernatural 2. Yuuri/Viktor - Yuri!!! on Ice 3. Philip/Lukas - Eyewitness 4. Lito/Hernando - Sense8 5. Me + cute dresses + hot tea + no worries, no stress + lots of notebooks and writing done instead - my dream life bonus: 6. my friends + happiness - ideal world

I tag @may-darling @ughdean @ughcas @caslikescoffeeandfreckles @itsbookwormcas

[luffysfakebeard]

heads up guys, whoismisha is no more; I am now isaksredscarf!

[punkascas]

tagged by the amazing @whoismisha  ♥

Rules: Using only the song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and tag 10 people.

Artist/Band I chose: Radiohead (who is surprised)

What is your gender?: No Surprises How do you feel?: Paranoid Android If you could go anywhere: The Tourist Favorite mode of transportation?: Packt Like Sardines in a Crushd Tin Box Your best friend?: Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Rich Man Poor Man Beggar Man Thief Favorite time of the day?: Morning Bell/Amnesiac If your life was a tv show: You and Whose Army?  Relationship status?: I Want None of This Your fear: Let Down | How to Disappear Completely

tagging: @thearronaut @culumacilinte @amazinmango @rainbofiction @goodtidingsdean @theoverlordmisha @jarmishjen @plays-with-shadows @bamf-castiel @casinthongs

[stripymatt]

@whoismisha

[torracas]

You're a sinnamon roll without a doubt

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[rockandrollchick29]

whoismisha replied to your post “03:Do you regret anything? and 15: Have any pets? please :)”

CAT PHOTOS PLEASE

[achillestiel]

whoismisha replied to your post:Oh Jesus give me strength…[[MOR] My ex (the bad...

That’s so gross you definitely deserve better x

Like...I’m just so mad? He’ll know that I’ll be able to see the fact that he’s been looking through all my posts. He’ll know that it will fuck me up. Our whole relationship was a total clusterfuck but I really did love him. He was a massive part of my life for years. I cared a lot about him. We were such good friends before we even became something and I trusted him with a lot. He cut me out of his life, blamed all of our problems on me and broke me (bare in mind this was not that long after everything with my other ex went to shit*). I was a wreck after all this, now he’s there in the background like some hipster goblin. 

*I’m in a good place with the other ex. We saw each other on Saturday and had a really nice time. We’re never gonna be together again (I might be hopelessly in love with him but I’m not dumb) but I’m glad that we can still be around each other and speak all the time. 

[straightouttatheglade]

whoismisha replied to your post “I went through a scary event this morning and I just wanted to get out...”

that sounds terrifying, I'm sorry you had to go through that :/ feel better x

It was a little terrifying! I am feeling better now thanks!!!

[luffysfakebeard]

notactvictor replied to your post “heads up guys, whoismisha is no more; I am now isaksredscarf!”

hella hella hella gOOD SHIT

damn I’m glad you’re enjoying my url change haha

[torracas]

BLACK = I would date you. GREEN = I think you’re cute. PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh. MAUVE = You are really talented. CORAL = You’re a meme. UMBER = I want to know more about you. SAFFRON = I love your ideas. TIMBERWOLF = I trust you. CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie. ♥♥♥

[collisionkisses]

I was tagged by @hayleysatwells , thank you! (and sorry this is literally 4 months late, I went through my old urls tag and I found this but I don’t think I’ve done it yet?)

I tag @whoismisha @avixperience and anyone who wants to do this!

1. Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen? Blue

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or the city? Definitely the city

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?   I really want to play a LOT of instruments. So maybe playing the ukulele/drums/violin/anything really

4. Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar? I don’t put sugar in my tea, my coffee sometimes

5. What was your favorite book as a child?:  Minze de muis, it was a story about this mouse who really loved strawberries, but she got lost, so the sun took her in and helped her get home and they traveled through space, it was really sweet and my love for space probably began with that

6. Do you prefer baths or showers?: I really can’t get comfortable in baths so definitely showers. Very hot, long showers

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?: I’m going to steal your answer and say dragon because come on, DRAGONS.

8. Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?: Paper, I just like to turn the pages and i like holding books better idk

9. What is your favorite item of clothing?: Okay I have multiple but my band/tour shirts because it’s so easy to pair and I am music trash . Or this red crop top.

10. Do you like your name? Would you ever change it?: Yeah I do, but it’s such a common name here. Like, my parents chose it and then found out it was in the top 5 most popular names at the time. I used to really want another name but idk I’m fine with it

11. Who is a mentor to you? I really don’t know?

12. Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for?:  I don’t think I could handle being famous, but then again I live for validation so.. I don’t know, I like writing so maybe for writing? Or for playing music

13. Are you a restless sleeper?: No but I can never fall asleep and my sleep schedule is a mess.

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic?:  Nope, I’m really affectionate but not really a romantic, I just wanna do nice things with people

15. Which element best represents you?:  Water maybe?

16. Who do you want to be closer to?  My nieces and nephews and like family in general, but idk I don’t really fit in tbh and I don’t really care but that would be nice

17. Do you miss someone at the moment?:  My friends

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory.  I have a friend who lives in our street, and we used to play this game where you had to throw a tennis ball against the wall in a certain way 7 times, and if you succeeded you had to throw it another way 6 times and it got harder after each one (but you had to repeat it less which each one) and I sucked at it but it was so fun. Idk, we played outside a lot and made up our own games and it was really nice.

19.   What is the strangest thing you have eaten?:  Snails, probably?

20.   What can you see outside your bedroom window?  A tree and the neighbors’ houses

21.   What are you most thankful for?  My friends, medical care, idk a LOT

22.   Do you like spicy food?  YES. YES.

23.   Have you ever met someone famous?  Nope

24.   Do you keep a diary or journal?  I try too, but I kinda suck

25.   Do you prefer to use pen or pencil? Pen

26.   What is your star sign?  Capricorn

27.   Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?  I like my oatmeal soggy but is there like a difference between oatmeal and cereal? Because I only really eat oatmeal

28.   What would you want your legacy to be?  I just want to make the world a better place, in any way possible

30.   How do you show someone you love them? what kind of love?  Idk I tell my fam I love them a lot, I try to do nice things for them but honestly I kinda suck at this

31.   Do you like ice in your drinks?  I mean I don’t mind it in restaurants but at home I never put ice in my drinks

32.   What are you afraid of?  Spiders

33.   What is your favorite scent?  Vanilla or cinnamon

34.   Do you address older people by their first or last name?  Probably their first name?

35.   If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?  I’d be covered in tattoos, travel a lot, go to a LOT of concerts, but tbh that’s the only thing I want in life so I’ll probably still do this anyway but It’d be really nice if money wasn’t an issue

36.   Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean?  In pools because I’m already freezing all the time and the ocean is Cold.

37.   What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?; I’d keep it let’s be real here

38.   Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?:  Yes and yes

39.   What is one thing you would want to teach your children?  To be kind and accepting (but this is hypothetically because I don’t want children)

40.   If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?  Tbh the only thing I want in life is to be covered in tattoos and to travel/go to conterts/travel to go to conterts. I have so many ideas but idk imagery from my favorite lyrics, idk I don’t really have any clear ideas

41.   What can you hear right now? The Hamilton soundtrack (hurricane, to be specific) (it’s so so so good I just really want to see Hamilton)

42.   Where do you feel the safest?  Near the ocean or in my bed

43.   What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?  I just really want to stop feeling anxious all. the. time

44.   If you could travel back to any era, which would you choose?  I think either ancient Rome, ancient Greece or ancient Egypt would be really interesting

45.   What is your most used emoji?  The crying from laughter one

46.   What is your favorite season? Why?:  Autumn or spring, spring because it makes me happy and the weather is nice, autumn because it feels cozy and you can start to use the fireplace again

47.   How would you spend your ideal day?:  In bed, with a big cup of tea and my laptop, or doing something fun with friends

48.   Describe yourself using one word.  Gay (stealing this again because it’s true)

49.   What do you regret the most?:  Pff I regret a lot of things oops

50.   Invent your own word. What does it mean? Alithia, the state of being constantly exhausted (idk fam)

[yall-mothafuckas-need-misha]

how did you find time to actually learn anything were you just constantly pledging? when does it end should I pledge allegiance to my chair for supporting me during the trials of education? to my pen for allowing me to convey my knowledge and pass the bullshit exams? WHEN DOES IT END

Actually, elementary is the only time I can remember saying the pledge. Once I got to middle school, I don’t think they made us say it anymore. Still, it was a pretty big waste of time having to set everything down to pledge to a piece of cloth.

[achillestiel]

whoismisha replied to your post “me @ life:”

feelin this vibe too, hope karma brings you some good shit soon x

I hope karma brings us BOTH some good shit.

[belovedstill]

Week 1 - 1; deancas nanny/single parent au for anonymous

No patter of small feet nor the sound of a child's laughter greets Cas when he unlocks the door to his house. Only the quiet buzz of a working fridge reaches his ears in the darkness. He blinks once and then twice and flicks the hallway light on. Usually, the ground floor isn't so dark when he comes home from work—but then, he never returns as late as today. He gets rid of his coat and shoes and leaves his suitcase on the commode.

For a moment, a thought passes his head that Dean put Claire to sleep and went home—but he quickly forsakes the idea when he turns on the lights in the living room and sees two sleeping figures on the couch.

Dean's head has lolled to the side at one point, one arm loose around Claire's shoulders, the other resting in his lap. Castiel's chest aches with a strange twinge at the sight and he loosens his tie just a bit, takes off his suit jacket and hangs it over the backseat of his arm chair. His heart still feels funny as he lifts from the floor the book Dean has been reading with the girl—or rather reading to her, as Claire tolerates pictures only.

Dean furrows his brows when Cas puts the book on the coffee table and his eyes flutter open just when the man picks up two spaghetti sauce-smudged dishes to carry to the kitchen. His arm curls protectively around Claire for a second and loosens again when their eyes meet.

“You're home,” Dean mutters. His free hand rubs the sleep out of his eye. “Sorry I fell asleep.”

Cas smiles reassuringly. “It's alright. It is quite late.” He goes to the kitchen, leaves the dishes in the sink to wash them later and comes back.

If he stops in the living room's door for a second at the sight of Dean trying to his best to get up without waking Claire, well. It's only for him to know.

“I'll take her,” he tells Dean. He slides his arms under his girl's back and legs and tries not to shiver when his fingers skim over Dean's bare sleep-warmed skin where the man's T-shirt has ridden up. Before the man has a chance to see the pink in his cheeks, Cas turns back and slowly makes his way to Claire's room upstairs.

Claire groans softly when Cas changes her into her PJs, the careful handling half awaking her. “Papa?” she mumbles, sleepy eyes finding him unconsciously.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Castiel whispers back. He puts the top of Claire's pyjamas over her head and guides one of her arms into the sleeve, and then the other. “I'm sorry I was late for your bedtime story today.”

Claire's little lips smile lazily. As she moves her head to shake it, it turns out to be too heavy and it falls against Castiel's chest instead. “'s okay, papa. Dean read it.”

Cas smiles and kisses her head. “Did you have fun with Dean?” he asks, softly hugging her close. He hates working overtime, being away from his precious daughter longer than necessary, especially on Fridays, after so many days not spent on her and her only.

Claire's hum comes a little too late than it would if she were awake, but she still swallows and mumbles against Castiel's shirt, “I like Dean.”

Warm pours in Cas's chests and moves up, up, till it reaches his cheeks. “I like Dean, too,” he murmurs back with fondness that should surprise him but it doesn't. Gently, he pulls all hair clips out of Claire's hair and kisses her head one last time. Not disrupting her sleepiness, he lays her down in her bed and tucks Mr Grumpy in the space between her side and arm. The girl hugs the stuffed cat close and only then does Cas cover her with her light purple blanket.

“'Dean stay?” she breathes, pressing her face against Mr Grumpy's freshly washed faux fur.

His heart leaps at the idea, like every other time Claire has asked that question. “Maybe next time, darling,” he whispers. She's fully asleep when he strokes her hair out of her cheek and tucks it behind her ear. He's been promising her to get the courage up to finally ask Dean for a long time now, yet he's never acted on it yet. With a murmured, “Goodnight,” he turns Claire's lamp off and leaves her to sleep.

Lights are turned on in the living room and the kitchen when he walks down the stairs, water is running, accompanied by the sound of Dean's voice humming a song from one of Claire's favourite animated movies; sometimes dishes clink against each other, immediately followed by hushed curses. Castiel's heart longs for his house to feel so alive all the time, not only when Claire, the only animation of his life, is awake, or dreaming upstairs and her babysitter is on his way to getting ready to leave.

“You didn't have to do this,” he says softly to Dean upon entering the kitchen. The song breaks and plates clink again as Dean hastily puts them on the dish rack.

“It's no problem,” Dean replies, turning the water off. He grabs the kitchen towel and busies himself with drying his hands. “I cooked, after all.”

Cas breathes a smile and nods. “Exactly. And I could at least do the dishes.” He watches Dean probably too long or too familiar if the other man's reddened cheeks are anything to go by. He drops his eyes, then, and subconsciously starts playing with one of his rolled up sleeves. “I apologise for coming late.”

“It's okay.”

“Thank you for staying with Claire overtime. I really appreciate it and I promise it won't happen again.”

Dean chuckles as he hangs the towel back on its hanger. “I'm not your boss, Cas. I mean it when I say it's fine.” He crosses his arms on his chest. “Claire is a cool kid. I probably enjoy spending time with her more than she does.”

“That's not true,” Cas laughs, shortly, because aside from them the house is quiet and every noise sounds ten times louder. “She likes you very much.” He leans against one of the counters and mimics Dean's posture without a thought. “What's more,” he jokes, “I believe that if I keep being late home, she'll switch her sympathies and start referring to you as dad.”

The silence that falls between them somehow could compete with the usual quietness of the Novak house—and Cas is willing to bet that if it ever came to that, it would win. Seeing Dean look away and nervously rub his neck must be one of the most awkward moments of Castiel's life because he is the one who has caused the discomfort. He sighs and drops his head, and says,

“I'm sorry, that was out of—”

“She already does.”

“—What?”

Castiel is quickly learning that there are definitely more than just two kinds of silence.

Dean stands a bit straighter, lifts his hands up and hurries, “It slipped out today and she was so embarrassed about it, I told her it was okay.” His cheeks are flushed – Castiel feels that his own mirror the colour pretty damn well. “I'm sorry. She said you wouldn't mind, though, so I didn't tell her not to call me that.”

Castiel's eyes go wide with that piece of information. Yes, Claire may have her suspicions when it comes to his feelings, he's sure of that. He's known that she suspects something from the moment she compared him looking at Dean to Tangled's Eugene watching Rapunzel (“In what scene?” he asked, gulping with nervousness. Claire smiled and exclaimed, “The boat scene!”).

“Oh my God,” he groans softly and hides his eyes behind his hand. “I'm so sorry, Dean. It must have made you so uncomfortable, I'll—I'll talk to her tomorrow.”

Feet shuffle against the floor and the next thing Cas knows is the splash of warmth where Dean's fingers graze hesitantly against his forearm. He drags his palm down his face and moves his eyes to Dean—only for them to widen at how closer the man is now.

“It's alright, Cas, I mean it. I don't mind,” Dean says. “That is—if you don't mind, because if you do—”

“I don't, Dean,” Castiel stops him, shaking his head. Standing so close, he notices not for the first time that Dean is slightly taller than him. The hyperawareness of everything Dean makes him feel like he's burning. Surely that's the reason why his face is so hot or his heart is running a mile a minute. He swallows and takes a soft breath, and lets it out in a soft, “I don't mind...”

Dean tilts his head, with surprise or interest or contentment, Cas isn't sure, and gives him the softest calming smile Cas has ever seen. “You don't?” he asks, and all Castiel's eyes focus on are lips and a hint of a teasing smirk in one corner. Dean must have worried his bottom lip between his teeth earlier because it's so pink and soft-looking, and Cas's fingertips itch to run over it. For a moment, he imagines that he does. The phantom thought-sensation makes his breath hitch.

It must be the late hour that opens his lips and spills the next words.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Dean's eyebrow moves up and he nods, but other than that he doesn't move. “Why? You need me to babysit Claire?”

Cas shakes his head which breaks the spell and finally enables him to look away. “Ah... No,” he admits, quite reluctantly. “We're—going out for ice-cream.” That sounds so lame. He groans inwardly and braces for what comes next. For Claire, he thinks pathetically, even though his racing heart laughs at the poor cover. “You could come with if you want to.”

It's not exactly what he's promised Claire earlier, but when Dean lightens up and nods, he knows it's a good start.

One step at a time.