1. Typing "Misha Collins" into tumblr and then scrolling and scrolling and scrolling and oh, where do the hours go?

2. Posting about it to encourage you all to do the same.

3. Beginning to idly count up the number of t-shirts he owns.

4. Telling myself stop that, stop that, stop that, jfc just stop.

5. Not stopping.

I think I just pulled a muscle while physically expressing the delight this brings me. I'll let each of you interpret that however you feel is most appropriate and in line with what you know of me.

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Oh hey also Misha requests that stripper!Cas be made canon. JSYK.

An unrelated note on my previous post: I've stopped adding new things to that ( Read more... )

( such epic spoilers for the number 1 film of the summer: Stonehenge Apocalypse. )

Have you ever wondered, Gabby, why do you type so slowly? And why won't you shut up about what your cat is doing at every moment? Well, if you have, or if you just like pictures of cats, here is the answer.

( It's because this is where he sits while I'm at my laptop. )

Okay, so maybe I could also ask spn_storyfinders or whatever they're called, but FIRST I WILL ASK YOU GUYS.

Help me re-discover this Dean/Cas fic, pls??

I was talking about this with maboheme today, cannot for the life of me remember the author or title, and it is driving me insane. These are the things I remember about the fic ( Read more... )

( Oh, such SPOILERS )

So this weekend in Chicago, the Hive was walking around and we passed by a boutique (or office? dunno) called SASSY COUTURE.

Let me repeat that for you. It was called

SASSY COUTUREIt's pretty much the most perfect place on Earth ( Read more... )

I am bleary-eyed sleepy, and coming down with something. I smell of other peoples' cats, and so mine is shaming me with his eyes. I wrote this on the plane home from Hivecon. It is dedicated to the hive for generously putting up with the running joke (no, not that one), and also to 22by7 because I'm pretty sure this entire train of thought originates ( Read more... )

( cut for spoilers and emotional over-investment )

I love them so much I can't even talk about it.

I try to talk about it, and all that comes out is a low, keening sound. The sound the dog makes when you omg finally come home at the end of the day and you're right behind the door, digging your keys out, and he CANNOT WAIT ZOMG HIS DOG HEART IS SO FULL.

It's like that.