#your daily dose of misha

[ziigee]

Misha will always be beautiful and the love of my life but you, op, are the real MVP. Thank you for daily dose of Misha. You make my day, better, everyday... 💕💕

💙💙💙

prettiest man ever fr

[themoodyestj]

hey, i heard that you love to speculate on other people's lives, so i did some speculation of my own, this is my theory hear me out i think the reason you hate the Ackles so bad is that you are secretly gay, but you are homophobic and deeply in the closet. you hate Danneel because she was your gay awakening (i don't blame you, she's hot as fuck) and you hate being gay. you always say you don't want to fuck Jensen and that's true, you actually want to fuck his wife so bad that it makes you despise him, you are jealous of him, not her. he's the one who has what you want. so, you run a secret anti Jensen blog that is disguised as an anti Danneel blog, because you hate them both, but you don't want anyone to find out that you're gay, so you pretend to be a Jensen fan. i'm 100 percent right, i'm certain of it, because i have eyes and i'm an expert on body language. Boink!

Dear Anon, I'm gonna level with you. I have recently caught a head cold and I was feeling like death warmed up, but you surely made me laugh! Thank you for that! Also, it is always refreshing to get a delulu in my inbox. No matter how crappy I feel, it's always comforting to know I'm not you. I have to take a page out of Misha's book and come clean... I am straight. But if I *were* gay, it wouldn't be for ze kween, dear God, have you seen that? I'd be gay for Scarlett Johansson. I don't know, Meryl Streep (such a GILF), Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway. You know, real actresses. I'd even be gay for Gen, if I'm being honest! Her voice sounds a lot better, she seems a lot more loving, she actually does shit that works and she's a lot prettier! Another thing I love about her, is that she seems like she can actually read, instead of keeping books on a shelf for photos. And she's really really classy. She shines without trying too hard. I mean, compare this:

With this:

It may be a matter of taste, but if I were gay, I think I'd like my girl to not be trashy or slutty. To leave something for the imagination, you know? No joke, for me, this dress is the female equivalent of this:

If only there would be one of those in lace. And now that I come to think of it, Cohen was a lot more famous wearing a disgusting mankini that your Kween ever got wearing... those things she does, titties showing and all. Weird, right? A man's hairy body and junk hanging is more valuable than your Kween. Gotta hurt. Last but not least, if I may ask you a few questions (you can answer in delulu, I took a few classes).

1. Is it possible to be gay and homophobic?

2. Why are you using the word gay as an insult? (hellers are coming for you, yes they are, you homophobic piece of shit smeared in hairy low hanging balls, big disgrace for mankind. poor excuse of a human being)

3. How is my blog secret? Oh... You thought you *found* it? Through *extensive research*? Oh honey....

4. How did you read my body language? I'm curious. Did you find me hot? Im hot. If you saw me, you know Im hot. Hotter than your kween (which, admittedly, isnt very hard, so its not even much of a flex).

5. And last but not least, will you be so kind to take a survey? My blog aims to make everyone feel included, including society parias and looneys like you. So I just launched a survey to try and understand you guys better to better serve your needs. You can answer it by clinking on the link.

I'm looking forward to hearing your opinion! In @themoodyestj we aim to please, while giving you a thorough reality check!

[vacancy90]

[angelfishofthelord]

4x20//14x08

video version

[wheniwrite28]

You had posted a response to a question earlier and proved lots of pictures with Misha and Jensen but the one I loved was the Lock Screen, what picture was that? I don’t think I’ve seen that one before and also any other pictures you have of them lol

Hey there! I think I have to thank @paradoxical-head for so many pictures. You know they are the reason I have any or so many pictures of Jensen and Misha and adjacently J*red and Misha and J2M. Let me send you the deets- 

Also I just googled, my lock screen is on google :O Imagine that! 

Here is your daily dose of serotonin 

[impala-dreamer]

Enough Bullshit.

(This is a personal post full of mental health issues and triggers.)

Went to the doctor this afternoon, and while we were waiting, Bill and I had a chat about posters that were on the wall. There was a check list for depression and another with info about bi-polar disorder next to the more common doctor’s office things like prostate health and diabetes. 

He’s a bit older than I am, but we both grew up in a time where mentioning depression or anxiety was not done. You didn’t even tell your doctor about it, because it came with negative reactions like “Well, just cheer up” or “Eh, you’re just sad. Be happy.” 

I live with this fear constantly, still. Not two years ago, I went to my doctor (and saw his elderly partner) and I told them that I was having suicidal thoughts and he told me, I kid you not, “Well, go do something you like. Go shopping.” I got up and walked out of the office and didn’t get the help I needed that day. 

It wasn’t until I had a nervous breakdown months later (while working at an SPNCon) that I realized I couldn’t handle it myself anymore. I saw a different doctor and he diagnosed a panic disorder and I’ve been on meds ever since. Nothing is perfect, but they help. I still struggle with this daily, and while it’s not bad most days, it’s always there, on top of my other medical issues. Some nights I can’t shop shaking, some nights I see my death on a loop. Some nights I have no troubles at all. I struggle with a severe panic disorder and suicidal ideation, and occasionally I turn to cutting to ease the other stuff. It’s just how my brain works.

If I talk about it, I still get people telling me, “Oh, everyone’s stressed right now.” “Just relax.” “Don’t be sad, you’re awesome.” OK, but... I can’t stop this. For me, this isn’t anxiety, it’s physical panic symptoms. I cannot think my tremors away. I cannot use breathing techniques to stop the my legs from moving body from twitching so painfully for hours that I’m left exhausted at the end. But, if I tell them that, I still get the “yeah, right. Just be happy.” Even from the nurse today. “Oh, stress will do that! haha! Ya know, wearing masks can be stressful!” OK, but... no. 

I’ve been having a severe panic attack since Sunday night. It’s been building to this for a while. I’ve been clenching my jaw unconsciously so hard for about a month now, and I knocked a tooth loose. I’m doing it now as I type this, but I can’t stop until I realize I’m doing it. Sunday, I started having strange dizzy spells and my eye has been twitching like crazy every ten minutes or so. I lost vision for a bit the other day, just couldn’t focus my eyes. Yet, I didn’t say anything. 

My husband and friends told me to go to the doctor on Tuesday, and I refused because, in my experience, they don’t do anything. 

I woke up last night scratching a hole into my head. I was bleeding and terrified and I couldn’t stop. I sat on the phone with one of my best friends for over an hour, incoherently crying at her, unable to calm down, unable to move, unable to breathe. I saw a shadowy figure slicing my wrists and suffocating me, and I was crying for Misha. Don’t ask, he usually calms me down, but I couldn’t make my imaginary Misha appear. I was shaking so bad that I was in pain from head to toe. Every muscle in my body was at the fullest tightness that it could be. Every. Single. Muscle. I almost called an ambulance. SHOULD have called an ambulance, but I refused to be a burden to anyone. It was 2am, everyone was asleep. So I shook and gasped and cried until I passed out at 3. Woke up shaking at 3.30. then 4. then 5. I slept from 5.30 - 7, and thought, “OK, it’ll be over. I slept.” No. It was not. I wasn’t able to move from the position I woke up in for 2 hours. Not just get out of bed, MOVE at all. I spoke to another friend online and they suggested hospital and again, I said no. I didn’t want to bother anyone, I didn’t want anyone to worry, I didn’t want to go to get help and then have nothing happen. 

Anyway, I went to the doctor, and he took one look at me shaking on the table and helped. He didn’t tell me “oh, just cheer up.” He told me that if my heartbeat was any higher, he would have put me in the hospital. He took it seriously. He gave me a higher dose of meds to “calm my brain down before we do anything else.” which will stop the dizziness and eye twitch, and then we can readjust my meds. 

Simple. 

Yet, I spent all week in pain and hiding the fact that I was barely holding on for fear of what someone would say. For fear of being a burden. For fear of being ignored or my symptoms pushed aside. 

WHAT BULLSHIT. 

I came home, took a pill, passed out, and I already feel better. I’m still shaking and twitching, but I know it’s going to be OK, because someone listened. I spent a week alone and in pain because we still don’t talk about mental illness in an open way. 

We still look at someone who’s depressed and say “Hey, go for a walk, you’ll feel better.” or... “Well, maybe if you lost 40lbs, you’d be happier.” 

NO NO NO NO. 

Stop making people feel bad for feeling bad. 

Some of us have brains that do not fire in the same way that everyone else’s do. That’s nothing to be ashamed of or hiding. 

I SHOULD NOT BE AFRAID TO SEEK MEDICAL ATTENTION WHEN NEEDED JUST BECAUSE OF ANCIENT STIGMA. NO ONE’S GOING TO SHOVE ME IN A STRAIGHT JACKET. 

But that is a legitimate fear of mine. 

It’s WRONG.

It’s DEADLY. 

But I can’t stop it. I’ve been told my entire life that I’m fat and if I lost weight I would feel better, if I practiced some self-care I would be happy. If that works for you, I’m glad. But that doesn’t work for everyone. 

I guess my long ranting point I’m trying to make is: 

TALK ABOUT IT. NORMALIZE SEEKING MEDICAL HELP FOR MENTAL ILLNESS. DON’T REVERT TO PLACATION IF SOMEONE IS IN PAIN. 

SEEK HELP.

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First Kiss

First Kisses

Impulse (1818 words) by Misha Berry Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Kiss, Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings Summary:

Keith and Lance play some video games and Keith has no brain filter.

• The Stars Dance With Us • (2261 words) by OurWeirdStories Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Pidge (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron) Additional Tags: Slow Dancing, Fluff, Dancing, Cuban Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Bisexuality, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Gender-Neutral Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, First Kiss Summary:

The team decide to play some earth music for the two Alteans and it turns out, much to everyone’s surprise, Lance can dance.

In which Lance gives dancing lessons to Keith in space

Hands to Myself (1486 words) by CassidyChase36 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Allura (Voltron) Additional Tags: Sleepy Cuddles, Cuddling & Snuggling Summary:

Lance just can’t his hands to himself. He is a very tactile person and that’s all fine if nobody is in love with him like Keith is.

Get Home (3191 words) by MayaThisIsMadness Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Everyone else is mentioned Additional Tags: Homesickness, Insecurity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Confession, First Kiss, Fluff, Fluff and Angst Summary:

Being a paladin thousands of light years away from home would take quite a toll on an insecure boy from Cuba.

“That’s…a lot.” (2285 words) by 2towels Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron) Additional Tags: real talk, Truth or Dare, Pining Lance (Voltron), First Kiss, Love Confessions, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), cuddles and giggles, they’re happy, everything’s happy, two years from now, Mutual Pining, Pining Keith (Voltron) Summary:

“Truth.” “Who’s your best friend on the ship?” Pidge asked, and Lance groaned off to the side, flopping backwards in his dramatics towards the boring question and only stopping to allow Pidge to tack on, “Shiro not included. He’s the obvious answer.” “Uh, Lance probably.” And the world seemed to still.

Of course, in all of Lance’s years in space, the most surprising thing he’s ever heard is Keith saying they’re best friends.

Vulnerable (2837 words) by MayaThisIsMadness Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Mentioned Shiro - Character, Mentioned Allura Additional Tags: Galra Keith (Voltron), Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, I GUESS IT’S FLUFF, Kissing, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling, idk guys, I was feeling sad and I needed a pick me up Summary:

My poor boy Keith angsting over finding out he’s galra and Lance the literal sun comes to brighten his life.

Earth (1802 words) by bluepaladiiin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Lance’s Family (Voltron) Additional Tags: Nostalgia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, it’s all very painful and all very cute, Fluff and Angst, mild depression Series: Part 4 of Our Solar System Summary:

Lance lays down on the floor, hands on his stomach. “I miss home.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Or, Lance is always in pain nowadays and the one day he decides to stop being self-pitying becomes the one day he walks straight into an emotional hole with Keith.

For #klanceweek16

Fireflies (4680 words) by Redburn Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Getting Together, 5 Things, 5 + 1, Small Hurt/Comfort Summary:

“Lance!” Keith got to him first, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug. Lance hugged back, so blindingly happy it didn’t even register right away when he turned his head to kiss Keith out of habit.

Or: 5 times they didn’t mean to kiss, and then 1 time they did.

Tidal (1688 words) by noero Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Additional Tags: Confused boys, Canon Universe, Introspection, Mild Sexual Content, Sharing a Bed Summary:

Although Keith may not consider himself a theorist, he figures the impulse that fuels his own inertia is the only force that can stop Lance’s aimless velocity. They just fit. Far be it from him question the laws of nature.

just like that (9690 words) by varelsen Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Miscommunication, First Kiss, Making Out, also lance bonds with coran if you’re into that, this is a Bi Discovery Fic™, Angst with a Happy Ending, but veeery very mild angst! i could never hurt him, ur daily dose of Sap Summary:

He wishes he could say “I want to caress your cheek as gently as a cherry blossom petal falling upon the face of a beautiful anime man,” but what comes out is usually more along the lines of “What do you know, Mullet?”

Or, Lance comes to terms with being bi.

waiting for a sign (2370 words) by oathofsilence Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Real World, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of light injury Summary:

Lance gets himself into trouble and texts Keith to come to his rescue. Keith wonders how on earth Lance always manages to get himself into such situations, but takes care of him anyway. While he does that, he tries to find out what really happened this time that would have gotten Lance beaten up…

curing homesickness (2778 words) by raewrites

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Canon Compliant, lance is homesick, and keith has had Enough Summary:

“Look.” Keith says after a minute, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. There’s a line of emotional intimacy he prefers to stay well away from, and just sitting down next to Lance, their shoulders practically brushing, already has his toe on said line. Every fiber in his being is vibrating with anxiety, willing him to stand up and brush this whole thing off, telling him that this isn’t his place, he barely knows Lance. But another glance at the other, staring back at him with curious surprise, tear tracks faded on his cheeks, pushes Keith right over the line of discretion and into entirely unfamiliar territory.

“You’re obviously really fucking miserable, so just—“ Keith bursts out, pausing and lifting a hand to grip the hair at the back of his neck in a nervous motion, trying to remember how to be comforting without being a condescending asshole, “Tell me about them. If you want to talk about your family, or tacos, or comics, or whatever, you can talk to me, okay? I have ears, I can listen.”

something a loser would say (2353 words) by princei Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: First Kiss, Banter, Boys Thinking They Are Sneaky Summary:

“Unbelievable. Lance agrees with me.” “I’d agree with you more if you said agreeable things more often.” Lance grins; the kind of grin that would’ve gotten him in trouble back on Earth. But here, in this floating castle and a dangling room of glass, it earns him Keith’s shadowy smile.

Or, Keith and Lance share a hiding spot.Bookmarker’s Notes:

The hide and seek one

Baby (1163 words) by shipstiel Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: First Kiss, lance is so excited tho Series: Part 6 of Klance Fics Summary:

“Oh my god Keith, I’m so happy I could kiss you right now!” “Okay.” — Team Voltron is going on a trip to a vacation planet for a few days and Lance won’t shut up about it. Keith isn’t sure how much longer he can put up with this.

What the Night Knows (1590 words) by RubyFiamma Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Kissing, Injury, Tumblr Ask Box Fic Summary:

A mission gone wrong has Keith wandering around aimlessly seeking some sort of solace.

Keep It Nameless (1434 words) by gunblade Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Additional Tags: Fluff, awkward teenagers, Canon Compliant Summary:

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispers against Keith’s shoulder.

“Then do it.”

(Don't) Hesitate (2304 words) by m_barcelona Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron) Additional Tags: Insecure Lance (Voltron), Space Mom Allura (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Lance is an idiot, POV Lance (Voltron), Keith is super dreamy and Lance is Weak, Lance (Voltron)-centric, Lance (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, I can't believe that's a real tag but its the Big Mood of this fic, 5+1 Things, 5 Times Summary:

"He’s never prepared for it. Despite seeing Keith day after day, Lance is always caught off guard by his careless beauty. The way the muscles in his arms flex, revealed by that tight black shirt he always wears; the dark lashes that frame brilliant eyes; the delicate structure of his face, so deceptive in its apparent fragility. Lance’s breath catches in his throat at the sight of him, and he realizes all at once that he’s been an idiot. Of course he loves Keith. But not in the way he loves the others."

In which Lance loves his all teammates, but has a hard time loving himself.

[ramianne]

Some news

So I wanted to say some things today.

First, I am so sorry to all the people that tagged me in posts or sent me messages and I never replied. In all honesty, I like to have a relatively big amount of time in front of me to answer and to have a conversation, and lately my family has taken a lot of my time. So when I don’t have that time, I just reblog stuffs. But I promise you that I will answer you as soon as possible.

Also, I think you have noticed, I reblog (and post, to a much smaller extent) very mostly Supernatural, and especially Destiel & Cockles. Truth is, I created my Tumblr account just so I could have my daily dose of pure concentrated Supernatural, and I never imagined that I would have followers (just like Twitter to be fair), that I would want to post things too, and not just see them and keep them in a corner of my computer. And with the “Be The Clarence” campaign going on right nown (bless you Rachel Miner for being this bright soul), I want to bring my little light to my favorite fandom of all.

Let me explain. Supernatural has saved my sorry ass. I just finished two years of school hell. I knew it would be very very intense and difficult but I never thought it would bring me down and break me like these past two years did. When I finished highschool, I was hopeful, optimist, determined, perseverant, strong. Today I don’t see any of this in me, because of shitty teachers that think the most effective way to make their students succeed is to pressure them and tell them everyday that they are lazy, that they will never succeed in anything like this, and that they don’t belong where they are. Fuck you. 

So during these two years of tears and self-loathing (and major family issues because where would be the fun otherwise), I clung onto Supernatural and the Supernatural family like my life depended on it (I have to be clear: I was, and still am depressive but I’ve never been suicidal). I had known Supernatural for three years already and I knew it was the fandom I preferred but I never imagined how much it would mean to me. I was already addicted, I became obsessed.

Anyway, during these two awful years, when I seeked refuge in Supernatural, I only saw the bright, best side of the fandom. I truly thought everyone in this fandom was mature enough to accept and respect one another, and that we were truly one, big family, absolutely all of us, as this is what I saw during conventions. So I joined Facebook fan groups, and Tumblr, and Twitter, and I followed more and more people in the fandom.

And slowly, everyday, reality hit me in the face. There’s no such things as “the best fandom”, a fandom where no one spreads hate for free because they need to get it out of their systems and fandoms are good places to do it. Slowly, I met the toxic side of the Supernatural fandom. People hating Misha or Jared or Jensen or their wives or shippers or non-shippers or anyone, really. Free hate, because free hate is everywhere in the world. 

These past few days, I’ve been a lot on Twitter. My Twitter is full of American fucked up news (I mean Nazis, really?) and people in the fandom fighting for absolutely anything. One day it’s a description of a fish species by Misha that offended someone and so this someone claimed loudly that Misha is transphobic. Another day, it’s Gen that’s taking Jared into hostage. The third, it’s Misha that makes Jensen uncomfortable and really people should stop rooting for him. Then, it’s whether J2 should speak up about Nazis and white supremacists or not. 

And it destroyed me. What had given me hope and made me keep going for these past two horrible years was nowhere to be seen. My Supernatural family, my beacon in all this darkness, had disappeared. The only tweets that were bright were the ones from the cast about either a convention or the “Be The Clarence” campaign. Even the people with whom I agree seemed violent to me. And this is not a criticism. They have all the rights to argue back and to be very direct. It’s just not what I came here and on Twitter for.

What I want to see is positivism. I want to see love, and support, and respect, and I know, because I’ve seen only this for 5 years, that this fandom is full of that. It’s just not the only thing I see anymore. I spend my day crying on myself (figuratively) about how I want to find and stay with this part of the fandom only. And then I remembered something that the admins of my Facebook fan group always say: if you don’t see the posts that you want to see, then create them. 

I have so many memes, gifs, fanarts, pictures, theories, analysis of Supernatural stocked in my computer and my phone, and I never share them. And I have my love, support, and respect. So you know what? I’m gonna share my light, because I’m done crying on myself and doing nothing to fix it when it’s the exact behaviour I can’t stand from others. 

I will not answer free hate with arguments, but with love. If I see hate in this fandom, I will answer with love and appreciation, but not replying to the ones that hate. Just being louder than them. I don’t want to deify the cast or the characters, or adore Supernatural as the best show ever made, because nothing is perfect, and we have lots of flaws, but I want to bring people together around the things they love. Like I’ve thought we’ve been doing all these years. 

That doesn’t mean I won’t share my opinions, especially with theories and analysis. But I won’t get into any controverses or scandals. If you want my opinion on such a thing, I will give it, because I’m not ashamed of my opinions, but please always know that it is my opinion only, and I don’t want you to come back at me saying I’m wrong or starting a fight. If you disagree with me on controverses or scandals, fine, but I don’t want to fight.

I agree on sharing opinions. On truly debating. If you have a different opinion than mine, and want to share it to me, but remaining conscious that this is your opinion only, as much as it was my opinion only in the first place, then I will love to debate with you, because that’s what debating is. But if you tell me I’m wrong, that my opinion isn’t valid, or similar else, know right now that you will never hear any answer from me. It doesn’t mean you “won”, it only means that I don’t want to fight. 

SOOOOOOOOOOO

All this to say; I will try my best to be more active here, answering the people that I’ve never answered, and posting more. Bring out the love!

[wildefiction]

Of Course...Mr. Collins

FIFTEEN

Saturday dawned early, and was, by far going to be the busiest day of the weekend based on the looks of your schedule. Misha was due on stage by noon, and he was gone before you had woken up. Not that it mattered much. When you’d left the bathroom early this morning, he’d already disappeared into his own room.  

Checking your phone, you couldn’t say you were terribly surprised at the lack of messages, so you threw yourself into your work, pushing the thoughts of the night before to the back of your mind. Dressing quickly, you grabbed your messenger bag before hurrying downstairs to find breakfast.

Ten minutes later, your phone began going off. Texts from Misha, one after another for a solid thirty seconds:

“Hey [Y/F/N] can you stop at the hotel coffee shop to pick up the cast coffee? Use the card I gave you yesterday and meet us in the green room.”

The following eight messages were orders from everyone. You were glad they were all written down, there was no way you’d remember the subtleties of the requests on your own. Groaning as you approached the Starbucks, you noted the line out the door and texted Misha an update, saying you’d be there as soon as you could. Thirty minutes later, you were approaching the front of the line and you couldn’t wait; the hunger gnawing at your stomach had put your nerves on edge and, along with your confused frustration from last night, you weren’t in the best of moods.

Stepping up to the counter, you greeted the barista with as genuine of a smile as you could muster. 

“I’m afraid I have a rather big order, so I apologize in advance..” 

Your weak smile faltered around the edges as you began to rattle off the orders, fingers scrolling through the numerous texts. After paying, you wandered to the pick-up counter, separating two drink carriers from the stack resting atop the shiny, dark-stained walnut bar. Grabbing eight straws and wrapping them in a handful of napkins, you waited for the drinks to start appearing. 

After double checking that the order was correct, you stacked the hot cups precariously on top of each other and turned to thread your way through the crowds of people still lining up for their own dose of morning caffeine. 

“Wait! Miss!” Craning your head behind you, you saw one of the coffee shop employees striding towards you with the box of danishes and breakfast sandwiches you’d decided to buy as well. 

“Oh! Thanks, you are a life-saver!” Eyes rolling in exasperation, you shifted the tower of drinks to one arm and grabbed the box with the other. Your vision now mostly obscured by paper cups and the danish box, you never saw the person in front of you as you turned and walked straight into him. 

“Well now, good mornin’ sweeheart. Can I help you with that?” 

Mumbling to yourself as you checked to make sure nothing had spilled, you looked up to see Jeffrey Dean Morgan smiling down at you through his neatly trimmed silver beard, a baseball cap pulled snugly over his dark hair, one hand resting on your shoulder while the other had prevented your purchases from tumbling to the ground. 

You insisted you were okay, but as you turned to make your way through the door, he took the box of danishes from you, effectively freeing one of your hands so you could get a better grip on the rest of the drinks. 

“Uh, thanks Mr. Morgan.” 

“Please, Jeffrey is more than fine. Mr. Morgan is my father.” “I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that these aren’t all for you?” 

One dark eyebrow shot into the air as a bemused expression crossed over his face. 

“ ‘Mornin’ Sunshine..” The familiar gravelly voice lilted over the heads of the crowded coffee shop and you turned to find Norman walking towards you, two drinks of his own in hand. 

“Bubbs! What’s up man? I was just helping this young lady with her breakfast.” 

A deep chuckle erupted from the man’s chest as he leaned back on his heels, the box raised in greeting at Norman. Beaming up at the man approaching you, you greeted him; “Mornin’ yourself Mr. Reedus! I’d give ya a hug, but well…as you can see, I’m all out of arms at the moment.”

“Guess I’ll hafta take a rain check then huh?” One bright blue eye dipped in a wink as he moved to hold the door for you.

You realized rather quickly, that you had no idea where the green room was, though you assumed it was at least in the same building as the main panel hall. Flagging down a convention volunteer, you shifted the stacks of drinks to one hand, blowing an errant tendril of hair from your eyes as you asked for help. Initially she had been hesitant to point you in the right direction, but once she saw Jeff and Norman with you, she relented. 

“Down this hallway, around the corner, take another left and you’ll see it. With a mumbled “thank you”, the three of you set off down the hall.

“Dad!” “Hey hey, ol’ man!” A quick jab to the ribs from Jensen as Jeffery pulled open the door set the whole room off with good-natured laughter while you passed out the drinks to their respective owners. 

“Hey [Y/F/N], mind runnin’ back upstairs? I forgot the shirt you bought me yesterday like the ass I am and I kinda need it for my panel in a few minutes?” With a poorly disguised sigh, you rose from your seat, snatching a bacon and egg sandwich before setting off with your room key. 

“Hey, wait up Sunshine I’ll come wi’ ya.” Holding the door open behind him, a soft smile filled his face at your appreciation.

“Ya alrigh’?” Norman had noticed the lack of your normally cheerful demeanor as you walked silently down the hall towards your room. 

“Yeah, just lost in thought I guess.” A heavy arm on your shoulder made you pause and look at the man standing next to you. 

“Wan’na talk abou’ it?” “I’m a pretty good lis’ner.” Sighing, you decided to ask him his opinion.

“Norman..you’re a guy..” 

“Las’ time I check’d sweet’har” a small chuckle accompanied the statement as you told him that Misha had barely said two words to you today. 

“Hu’… di’jall fuck?” 

“ I wish it were that simple.” 

“No, I’m guessing I scared him away..I can be a bit…intense, ha.” 

Grabbing the bag with your purchases from the day before, you were in and out of the hotel room before the door had closed behind you.

Back in the green room, you pulled the shirt from the bag, silently handing it to Misha as he ran out the door after hearing Rob announce his name to the audience, raucous cheering drowning out his voice as the familiar introduction filtered through the hallway. 

Over the course of the afternoon, you barely stopped to take a breath, Misha had you running back and forth to the room and on various errands every other minute. Taking a moment to inhale the salty ocean breeze, you reminded yourself that you were still on the islands, working for Misha Collins and making friends with new people everyday. 

“I really should be more grateful…” you mused. 

“Besides, the concert and luau tonight should be a ton of fun.” 

After another deep breath, you felt better, you’d just have to get used to being busy. Busy meant you were working though, and working hard made the day pass faster.

Your ringing phone pulled you from the brief break as you turned to hurry back to the convention center, answering the phone without even noticing who it was. 

“Hey bitch! What happened to daily reports?!” The disappointment in your sister’s voice was barely perceptible, but you noticed it anyhow. 

“Oh,sister..it’s so good to hear your voice!” You spent the next few minutes catching up and telling her about what had happened the night before.

“Wow love..you know how to deal with that right?” Laughing at her indiscreet and obvious solution and the absurd amount of ease with which she’d come to her conclusion, you were suddenly even happier that she’d called. Her timing really couldn’t have been better. 

As your phone beeped, you pulled the receiver from your ear to see that Misha was calling. 

“Hey, I gotta go hun I’ll talk to you later?” 

“Mmmhm, sure sure.” But she said goodbye anyhow and you switched over to the waiting call.

“Hey Misha, what’s up?” 

“Where are you [Y/F/N]?” 

“I’m on my way back to the green room now, did you need anything while I’m on my way?” 

“I just realized I forgot to thank you for the shirt, everyone loves it. See? Told ya you could handle it!” 

His deep laughter rumbled through the line then, and the remaining tension in your shoulders melted away, a smile spreading across your face. 

“So, what’re ya wearin’ tonight?” 

“It’s a–” Changing your mind mid-sentence, you decided on a different approach. One of indifference.  

“Clothes, Misha - clothes.” 

“Speaking of which, if you don’t need anything else - I’m going to go take a shower and start getting ready.” 

Ending the call, a self-satisfied smirk replaced the earlier unease. Squaring your shoulders, you tipped the dark sunglasses from the top of your head to fall over your eyes as you turned in the opposite direction and stepped into the glass elevator that would take you to your room.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TAGS: @jamielea81 @wings-of-a-raven

[themoodyestj]

you do realise jensen likes trolling misha right? if you have ever seen any of their interactions outside of their panels or on social media. its alot of mishas ig posts that jensen comments on is just jensen trolling misha , and being funny. AND I REMEMBER on one of misha's life screne, Jensen hopped on just to troll misha and also trolled mish in another life streame but only for a second

I know what Jensen does and what Misha does and my take on all of that is very present all over my blog. So much so that answering your ask is too boring for me, it feels like i keep saying the same things over and over again, What interests me though, is hellers trying to persuade me. Are you so insecure of your opinion that you need to come into my inbox and try to convert me so you feel validated? I would really like to know, so if you don't mind:

Your asks with empty arguments and all the silly things you find confirm Cockles reek of desperation at this point. So what if Cockles, as Destiel, doesnt exist? What real impact does it have in your life?

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Daily-sh Dose of Misha Collins

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[magnificent-winged-beast]

Daily-ish Dose of Misha

@randomactsorg is launching a new initiative to identify & support those on the front lines. Will you help us?  http://bit.ly/RASP_MC

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[magnificent-winged-beast]

Knock Doors and Win

You hear Misha, if you're in the US go the link above and help him. It's for your future, you can be part of a needed change in your country.

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[magnificent-winged-beast]

Can you please tag me in your daily dose of Misha too? I need more Misha in my life. Thank you so much ❤!

My dear first, sorry for the delayed answer.

I reviewed the list and you are included, but no worries tumblr is acting out since they made some updates to their apps, so tagging notifications are kind of broken.

Thank you very much for asking, and here is the Monday edition. Have some vintage Misha that I prepared just because your Ask.

Daily-sh Dose of Misha

Supernatural 100 - Misha Collins - Future Castiel

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Daily-sh Dose of Misha

A special prize for the ones whom find the “little” detail I discover after editing, and it’s commented in the middle of the panel by Misha.

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If you found the detail, ONLY IF YOU FIND IT! Here is Your Prize

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[impala-dreamer]

I thought I sent you some Misha gifs... but I sent it to Mel... so heres your daily dose of Gifs

*lustful screaming fit*