i know this is kind of grossly over coloured but i kind of like it

anonymous asked:

im new to cockles and i need solid proof as to how they show affection for eachother. Could you provide me with gifs/things that happened

More than happy to! Let’s start with things that happened:

Jensen gave Misha a ring (even between bff’s this can be weird but hey Jensen is a fashionable dude and ya know… maybe it wasn’t a big deal right?). Fair enough, let’s keep going. There was the infamous tweet where Misha snapped a “shirtless” pic of Jensen (the two of them were together when no one else was with them and things seemed awkward). Shortly thereafter we saw a few months of Misha attending cons kind of upset and surly.

But that’s not the most notable thing for me… for me… it’s this gif. There’s something about Misha’s face that just screams that he’s both hurt and equally pining. I mean he loses complete track of what he was gonna say, closes his mouth and looks mad, pissed, hurt, brokenhearted all in a series of two seconds.

And then there was the moment at a con where Sebastian Roche was talking about how it’s comforting to hear “her” (as in wife/gf) breathing next to him at night, and Misha  says, “… or him.” and then is sort of looking down at the ground and being off right after. (video link at about 12:30 in)

Then you had a bunch of time where Jensen is being openly lovey-dovey about Misha. Touching him a lot in cons and saying the whole “I love you misha, it’s from the bottom of my heart that I say that” and there was an instance of Misha saying something rude in public in reference to Jensen and Jared openly called him out on with something like, “wow, really?” or that kind of thing you know. It was vague enough for no one to know but also just strange in general.

But things clearly got way better. In truth, it was partly the strange period of awkwardness between them that makes me ship them. It didn’t seem like a simple spat between friends. PLUS Jensen sang the song Angeles and released it as a video on the anniversary of Misha coming on the show…. I mean COME ON.

Moving on…

That time they were randomly talking about the colour of Misha’s underwear and Jensen fucking said “spoiler alert”…. I… seriously?! What else do you mean by that?

Jared teases the whole Misha thing with Jensen way too often. And he does often tend to make jokes about things he sees truth in as most people do. Or at least, that’s my perception. 

Jensen is very clearly different around Misha than with anyone else. He’s goofier and let’s Misha take the lead a lot. 

Also, Jensen laughs WAY too hard at Misha’s terrible jokes. That man’s gonna break his damn back. It’s almost ridiculous if it wasn;t so fucking cute.

OMG and the story and fuzzy picture about the time Jensen basically nuzzled Misha for about five minutes during autos. 

Jensen calling Misha “big guy” right after complimenting him super hard… and considering Misha is technically shorter than Jensen and not exactly much bigger body wise… so what exactly… is bigger… to justify “big guy”? Just sayin…

The blooper where Misha and Jensen basically trade it’s hard jokes and other blatant sexual jokes in general. Of all the bloopers, theirs are always the dirtiest. (i can see that its been hard / stop pulling my face towrds your crotch / *mimes blowjob to Misha* / if she has a chinese chair i’m coming over / *unspeakable jokes at the gas’n’sip*)

the fucking Mish reach. In. EVERY. FUCKING, photo op.

the head boops. or shoulder boops (however you wanna look at it)

the sunset pictures

Jensen knowing a lot about Misha’s sleepy voice and his smell and when he’s been working out or putting on weight.

the staff at a con going to get Misha because Jensen was getting upset and Misha ran up and fucking kissed him on the cheek and then they ended up FAKE make-out KISSING. Clearly Misha has a profound affect on him. Ha.. profound.

A con goer asked how Misha can play so straight and Jensen fucking FELL OFF HIS CHAIR with laughter… and then Jared don’t him not to bend over or not to get so excited or sthg like that.

**watch other people’s faces from the cast when Jensen and Misha interact it’s very telling**

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Now for some gifs…….. AND these are only the touchy ones I like, they’re not even the grossly staring at each other in love gifs!

"The story of Dolores Jane Umbridge" by J.K. Rowling

Dolores Jane Umbridge was the eldest child and only daughter of Orford Umbridge, a wizard, and Ellen Cracknell, a Muggle, who also had a Squib son. Dolores’ parents were unhappily married, and Dolores secretly despised both of them: Orford for his lack of ambition (he had never been promoted, and worked in the Department of Magical Maintenance at the Ministry of Magic), and her mother, Ellen, for her flightiness, untidiness, and Muggle lineage. Both Orford and his daughter blamed Ellen for Dolores’s brother’s lack of magical ability, with the result that when Dolores was fifteen, the family split down the middle, Orford and Dolores remaining together, and Ellen vanishing back into the Muggle world with her son. Dolores never saw her mother or brother again, never spoke of either of them, and henceforth pretended to all she met that she was a pure-blood.

An accomplished witch, Dolores joined the Ministry of Magic directly after she left Hogwarts, taking a job as a lowly intern in the Improper Use of Magic Office. Even at seventeen, Dolores was judgemental, prejudiced and sadistic, although her conscientious attitude, her saccharine manner towards her superiors, and the ruthlessness and stealth with which she took credit for other people’s work soon gained her advancement. Before she was thirty, Dolores had been promoted to Head of the office, and it was but a short step from there to ever more senior positions in the management of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. By this time, she had persuaded her father to take early retirement, and by making him a small financial allowance, she ensured that he dropped quietly out of sight. Whenever she was asked (usually by workmates who did not like her) ‘are you related to that Umbridge who used to mop the floors here?’ she would smile her sweetest, laugh, and deny any connection whatsoever, claiming that her deceased father had been a distinguished member of the Wizengamot. Nasty things tended to happen to people who asked about Orford, or anything that Dolores did not like talking about, and people who wanted to remain on her good side pretended to believe her version of her ancestry.

In spite of her best efforts to secure the affections of one of her superiors (she never cared particularly which of them it was, but knew that her own status and security would be advanced with a powerful husband), Dolores never succeeded in marrying. While they valued her hard work and ambition, those who got to know her best found it difficult to like her very much. After a glass of sweet sherry, Dolores was always prone to spout very uncharitable views, and even those who were anti-Muggle found themselves shocked by some of Dolores’s suggestions, behind closed doors, of the treatment that the non-magical community deserved.

As she grew older and harder, and rose higher within the Ministry, Dolores’s taste in little girlish accessories grew more and more pronounced; her office became a place of frills and furbelows, and she liked anything decorated with kittens (though found the real thing inconveniently messy). As the Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge became increasingly anxious and paranoid that Albus Dumbledore had ambitions to supersede him, Dolores managed to claw her way to the very heart of power, by stoking both Fudge’s vanity and his fears, and presenting herself as one of the few he could trust.

Dolores’s appointment as Inquisitor at Hogwarts gave full scope, for the first time in her life, for her prejudices and her cruelty. She had not enjoyed her time at school, where she had been overlooked for all positions of responsibility, and she relished the chance to return and wield power over those who had not (as she saw it) given her her due.

Dolores has what amounts to a phobia of beings that are not quite, or wholly, human. Her distaste for the half-giant Hagrid, and her terror of centaurs, reveal a terror of the unknown and the wild. She is an immensely controlling person, and all who challenge her authority and world-view must, in her opinion, be punished. She actively enjoys subjugating and humiliating others, and except in their declared allegiances, there is little to choose between her and Bellatrix Lestrange.

Dolores’s time at Hogwarts ended disastrously, because she overreached the remit Fudge had given her, stepping outside the bounds of her own authority, carried away with a fanatical sense of self-purpose. Shaken but unrepentant after a catastrophic end to her Hogwarts career, she returned to a Ministry, which had been plunged into turmoil due to the return of Lord Voldemort.

In the change of regimes that followed Fudge’s forced resignation, Dolores was able to slip back into her former position at the Ministry. The new Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour, had more immediate problems pressing in on him than Dolores Umbridge. Scrimgeour was later punished for this oversight, because the fact that the Ministry had never punished Dolores for her many abuses of power seemed to Harry Potter to reveal both its complacency and its carelessness. Harry considered Dolores’s continuing employment, and the lack of any repercussions for her behaviour at Hogwarts, a sign of the Ministry’s essential corruption, and refused to cooperate with the new Minister because of it (Dolores is the only person, other than Lord Voldemort, to leave a permanent physical scar on Harry, having forced him to cut the words 'I must not tell lies’ on the back of his own hand during detention).

Dolores was soon enjoying life at the Ministry more than ever. When the Ministry was taken over by the puppet Minister Pius Thicknesse, and infiltrated by the Dark Lord’s followers, Dolores was in her true element at last. Correctly judged, by senior Death Eaters, to have much more in common with them than she ever had with Albus Dumbledore, she not only retained her post but was given extra authority, becoming Head of the Muggle-born Registration Commission, which was in effect a kangaroo court that imprisoned all Muggle-borns on the basis that they had ‘stolen’ their wands and their magic.

It was as she sat in judgement of another innocent woman that Harry Potter finally attacked Dolores in the very heart of the Ministry, and stole from her the Horcrux she had unwittingly been wearing.

With the fall of Lord Voldemort, Dolores Umbridge was put on trial for her enthusiastic co-operation with his regime, and convicted of the torture, imprisonment and deaths of several people (some of the innocent Muggle-borns she sentenced to Azkaban did not survive their ordeal).

Birthday: 26th August

Wand: Birch and dragon heartstring, eight inches long

Hogwarts house: Slytherin

Special abilities: Her punishment quill is of her own invention

Parentage: Muggle mother, wizard father

Family: Unmarried, no children

Hobbies: Collecting the 'Frolicsome Feline’ ornamental plate range, adding flounces to fabric and frills to stationary objects, inventing instruments of torture

J.K. Rowling’s thoughts on Dolores Jane Umbridge

Once, long ago, I took instruction in a certain skill or subject (I am being vague as vague can be, for reasons that are about to become obvious), and in doing so, came into contact with a teacher or instructor whom I disliked intensely on sight.

The woman in question returned my antipathy with interest. Why we took against each other so instantly, heartily and (on my side, at least) irrationally, I honestly cannot say. What sticks in my mind is her pronounced taste for twee accessories. I particularly recall a tiny little plastic bow slide, pale lemon in colour that she wore in her short curly hair. I used to stare at that little slide, which would have been appropriate to a girl of three, as though it was some kind of repellent physical growth. She was quite a stocky woman, and not in the first flush of youth, and her tendency to wear frills where (I felt) frills had no business to be, and to carry undersized handbags, again as though they had been borrowed from a child’s dressing-up box, jarred, I felt, with a personality that I found the reverse of sweet, innocent and ingenuous.

I am always a little wary when talking about these kinds of sources of inspiration, because it is infuriating to hear yourself misinterpreted in ways that can cause other people a great deal of hurt. This woman was NOT 'the real Dolores Umbridge’. She did not look like a toad, she was never sadistic or vicious to me or anyone else, and I never heard her express a single view in common with Umbridge (indeed, I never knew her well enough to know much about her views or preferences, which makes my dislike of her even less justifiable). However, it is true to say that I borrowed from her, then grossly exaggerated, a taste for the sickly sweet and girlish in dress, and it was that tiny little pale lemon plastic bow that I was remembering when I perched the fly-like ornament on Dolores Umbridge’s head.

I have noticed more than once in life that a taste for the ineffably twee can go hand-in-hand with a distinctly uncharitable outlook on the world. I once shared an office with a woman who had covered the wall space behind her desk with pictures of fluffy kitties; she was the most bigoted, spiteful champion of the death penalty with whom it has ever been my misfortune to share a kettle. A love of all things saccharine often seems present where there is a lack of real warmth or charity.

So Dolores, who is one of the characters for whom I feel purest dislike, became an amalgam of traits taken from these, and a variety of sources. Her desire to control, to punish and to inflict pain, all in the name of law and order, are, I think, every bit as reprehensible as Lord Voldemort’s unvarnished espousal of evil.

Umbridge’s names were carefully chosen. 'Dolores’ means sorrow, something she undoubtedly inflicts on all around her. 'Umbridge’ is a play on 'umbrage’ from the British expression 'to take umbrage’, meaning offence. Dolores is offended by any challenge to her limited world-view; I felt her surname conveyed the pettiness and rigidity of her character. It is harder to explain 'Jane’; it simply felt rather smug and neat between her other two names.