that time i met misha collins


I came back from JIBcon and guess what? It was awesome. As I said on twitter, I may not be too much into Supernatural now, but oh how I ADORE Supernatural conventions. There’s always a sense of being in it together - something I didn’t quite feel at other cons I’d been to. And when everyone starts singing Carry On Wayward Son? Chills everywhere. I cried like a baby multiple times, had A BLAST with my Crazy Russians™ squad and met even more awesome people (shoutout to the loveliest @iwanttoseehowitends!). Of course, it was stressful at times and all the queueing got real annoying real fast but the good outweigh the bad, for sure. 

Also, how cool were all the guests? I mean, Jensen! I finally met him after watching his face in HD for so many years and he’s even more handsome in person. During the autographs he asked where I’m from, and when I answered “Russia” he asked “which part?”, and I blurted “kind of in the middle” (what? it’s true) and he lol’d at “Middle Russia” right there - well, that’s the exchange I’m gonna remember. Misha was tired but so sweet, my exchange with him wasn’t too long, but I complimented him and I hope he understands how much he means to so many people. Briana was the highlight of the weekend, carrying the Wayward AF torch and being cool and inspirational - and funny AF! Also, her singing? Out of this world. Record an album, Briana! Rob seemed like he still couldn’t quite believe what he had got himself into with our fandom, he seemed so overwhelmed with all the love that we showed for him, his character and his music. David was the last-minute addition and the pleasant surprise - it was his second convention but he already felt like a part of the family. I didn’t get photos with other guests, but got some autographs, and Jared was winking at and blowing kisses to everybody, Gil blessed us with his wonderful voice, Matt continued his ridiculous antics on stage, and Adam probably fangirled about the whole thing as much as we did.

It was a wonderful, wonderful weekend, and now I’m thinking about the next year already. Bring it!

Caught in the Flashes

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Pairing: Misha x Reader
Word Count: 1,062
Warnings: none
A/N: Here is my entry for @mysteriouslyme81‘s gif challenge! My prompt was the gif above. HUGE THANKS to @iwantthedean for brainstorming this and giving me a premise and @ellen-reincarnated1967 for the title. Italics are a flashback. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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Feelings - Castiel x Reader Request

Request: Hi there. While looking at your master list, I couldn’t help but notice there was no Cas. May I request one? flirty!Dean and CasxReader in which Cas is trying to figure out why the flirty (but innocent) relationship between Dean and Reader bothers him. 

A/N: Somehow this is over 1000 words I’m sorry omg 

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Swept Off My Feet (Part 7)

Misha x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k 

Warnings: language, angst, mention of drugs and DUI, description of injury, threatening gestures.

A/N: I had no idea what photo to put for this, so here is a random picture of this beautiful man. Enjoy. <3

Swept Off My Feet Master List

The front corridors of the hospital rang with the sounds of the wailing ill and their sobbing families. The stench of cleaning solution and stale air flooded your senses as you desperately tried to locate the right room. The nurse at the front desk was not helpful, simply pointing down the hall you currently stood in.

ICU, Emergency, Family Waiting Area

You followed the arrows toward the ICU, where Jensen had told you he and the others were waiting. Shit. The whole fucking place was a maze. You turned another corner and peered up at the sign.

ICU and Family Waiting Area

Bingo. As you rushed down the hall, you spotted Jensen talking with a police officer. “Y/N!” he called out to you. As you approached the duo, the officer turned towards you.

“You must be Ms. Y/L/N. I just have a few questions for—“

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Misha had already disappeared beneath the blankets and had his lips pressed inches from his real destination when Jensen blurted it out.

“Danneel’s pregnant!”

He said it as though it broke through his teeth without permission. Misha paused for a brief moment, just long enough to finish the thigh kiss he was in the middle of, before shifting to move up the mattress.

“Knew you had something on your mind when you weren’t responding to my magic touch. That’s never happened,” the older man says on his way out from under the covers. The words are muffled and labored. His terrible bedhead emerged from under the sheets first, then his wide blue eyes and at last his giant, bright-white grin.

“Guess. Boy or girl?” he asked immediately, draping his naked body over Jensen’s and perching his elbows on his bare chest, gazing up at him. Excitement glinted in Misha’s eyes, a rare display of his true emotion.

Jensen hesitated. “They’re both,” he finally breathed, avoiding Misha’s stupid, thrilled expression.

“Twins? Holy fuck, Jen…” Misha didn’t even try to hide his genuine amazement now. “I mean, it’s you. I’m not surprised that you managed to go above and beyond even in conceiving a child. But…” It was quiet. Too quiet for a minute. Jensen could barely stand it. Then finally the other actor broke it. “I’m a little hurt that she’s this far along and you hadn’t… told me yet.”

Misha’s being honest. Very raw – more than he’s used to being. It’s a new thing they were supposed to be trying out since they and their wives had discussed the whole polyamorous deal between them last year. Jensen had (obviously) not done the truthfulness part so well in this instance, but the two-way relationship had been working out seamlessly.

And that’s why Jensen had been afraid to let Misha in on this huge secret. It could change things. He never wanted to keep anything from him. Shit, he wanted to tell Misha every little thing just because he was always ten times more interested than Jensen was and most of the time it didn’t even effect him.

Jensen just loved him so fucking much. He always had — from the moment they met to the moment they started getting together to the moment they decided to tell their wives about them and right up until now. Jensen Ackles loved Misha Collins more than he could ever explain.

That’s why the excitement on Misha’s face stung. He was scared to hurt him. “It was an accident, Mish,” he admitted lowly. “We weren’t planning on more kids. I barely see JJ enough as it is. When Danneel told me, I was worried but not sick over it. I love kids. But when she told me it was twins? Misha… I’m not a good enough dad for this. I’m thirty-eight. My job – I just. And you – I know this must be hard for you. And I’ll –”

Jensen was effectively silenced with a kiss. When he could breathe and focus again he could see Misha was sitting up in the dark. The lamp on the nightstand suddenly illuminated the room, the base of it in the shape of a deck of cards. Supernatural: A Salute to Las Vegas was always where he and Misha stayed for a couple of days together. There and JIBCon, those were their special places. Now Jensen was afraid he’d just ruined one.

“Don’t you ever say that again, Ackles,” Misha chastised and shoved his shoulder, his facial features truly angry now. “You are such a great father, Jensen. You love her with more than your whole heart, and you will do the same for the twins. Time… scheduling… you can make it work. And I’m so happy for you.”

The silence came back. Jensen stared at Misha as if he didn’t believe him. That was always the younger actor’s downfall: he didn’t have enough confidence in himself. But Misha always made a point to remind him that he should have all the confidence in the world.

“We made this agreement because we love each other. We loved each other so long and so much — enough that our wives, who we also love, could see that and wouldn’t ever want us to be apart. You think that adding more to this giant family is a bad thing?” Misha grinned and nudged his boyfriend, scooting down to his level to lean his head on his shoulder. “…well, then you’re wrong, buddy. It’s just more to love. And I can’t wait to be a Sort-Of-Step-Dad to two more Ackles kids. A brand new adventure on my part. You know how I love new adventures.”

For a minute, Jensen was convinced Misha was just talking out of his ass like always, but when he gave it some time to sink in then his heart swelled full. And… so did other things. Goddamnit, Misha and his way with words.

“You managed to get me to… ahem, ‘respond’,” he murmured, raising a brow down at his boyfriend.

Misha said nothing, only grinned and acted immediately, disappearing back the way he came from beneath the sheets. Right back to their constant, their normal, the easy love between them. Every kiss just felt right and — aaaah, what the fuck?! “Misha! Teeth!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” the older man laughed, popping his head back out of the sheets. “I was laughing because… because… twin.. Ackles.. Twin Ackles. I’m calling them Twinkles!”

Jensen didn’t even hesitate to pick up the pillow next to him and use it to pummel his dumb, perfect boyfriend right in the side of the head.

They both had to get ready for double more kiddie pillow fights, after all.

What made you fall hopelessly, helplessly, for The Man?

inspired by @mouseymodesty‘s tags on this post

So I got to thinking, what was the one thing–picture, performance, gif, interview, appearance, etc.–that made you say “game over, no turning back, I got it bad for the ‘Batch’? I’ll bet there’s some fascinating stories out there. 

This was the one done me in–I had just fallen hard for Benedict’s Sherlock, but was trying to play it cool & not cross over into crushing-on-the-actor-land. Like, dude, I was too old for this, been there done that already, I’m a grown-up now.  But I’d seen bits of things on tumblr, and was quickly getting the impression that The Man’s personal character was to be greatly admired; that he had an amazing sense of humor, and of course, talent off the charts.  Then one day this came across my dash

and I was breathless & gobsmacked, realizing I just couldn’t fight the inevitable anymore.  A blog that I had started to adore Supernatural/Castiel (still the sweetest badass to ever badass, imho)/Misha Collins quickly became a full-time can’t-get-enough of Cumberbatch blog–and I’ve haven’t regretted it for even a second, nor looked back and questioned my sanity (okay, well maybe a little on that one ;-) ).

Of course in the intervening years, I’ve been very lucky to have met a slew of amazing, talented, kind, funny people, whose dedication to The Man–and whose touches of happy insanity–equals mineso that when I tell friends in the real world “no, it’s not just me, we’re all like this!”, I can do so with utter conviction and confidence.

(Please do feel free to reblog with your story of how you became completely and happily Cumberbatched) 

*Thomas Sanders voice* Storytime!

So i was nervous as hell for this op, because though i’ve met both jensen and misha in person before, i’d never had to handle both of them at the same time. I was pretty early in the line and i hadn’t quite gotten over the shell-shock of seeing them by the time I was up, so i just depended on my auto-pilot and said something like “sorry misha but is it cool if i hug jensen and you hug us?” and they just kind of smiled like sure you dork lets do this.

I was as chill as one can be while being pressed up against jensen fucking ackles by misha motherfucking collins UNTIL…I blinked.

just as the camera went off I blinked ridiculously hard and i was seriously just gonna be like “ah well c’est la vie, its not like I’m really here for the photo part of this anyway,” but chris, wonderman that he is, noticed and was just like, “oops, someone blinked!”

so jensen and misha pulled me back (because i was kind of skedaddling out of there super quick) and then, just, guys. guuuuuuuuys.

You know how they play music in there, and its usually whatever the guests request it to be? i’m pretty positive that this was specifically jensen’s playlist, which i say because he started to sing along with it while i was pressed right up there against him. Y’ALL.

so, long story short, jensen is making a dorky face because he’s singing “Oh Sherrie” right in (above) my ear, I’m making that face because my brain was making a noise like a tea kettle, and misha’s just chilling there being unfairly gorgeous (and btw thats HIS hand on jensen’s shoulder, not mine).

and after this was over, i just sort of wheezed a thank you and speed-walked to my room to flip the fuck out about it because OH MY FUCKING GOD JENSEN.

Love Me Again - Dean Winchester x reader, Gabriel (briefly), Castiel (briefly)

Title: Love Me Again

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, 1944!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: fluff, Gabriel lives so you may cry, feels af y'all. No angst this time lol

Summary: Dean has struggled to say the “L” word for a very long time until one day the reader is waiting expectantly to hear it only to never receive it. This takes Dean on a journey to experience life without her and finds a way to get her back but they’re in the 1940’s?? What?? Keep reading. I don’t wanna spoil lol

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You were dancing all over the bunker wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top as you cleaned. You were singing along to the music that was playing when Dean, your long time boyfriend, walked in and smiled at you. You walked up to him with a sway to your hips as you continued to dance. “You gotta move it slowly. Take and eat my body like it’s holy. I’ve been waiting for you for the whole week. I’ve been waiting for you, you’re my Sunday Candy.” You sang along, wrapping your arms around his neck as he laughed and wrapped his around your waist.

“You gotta stop doing this.” He looked down at you with a grin as the music stopped. You smiled innocently, biting your lip as you ran your hands up and down his chest. “I’m just singing, Dean.” You said as you left kisses on his neck and throat. He smiled and put his hands on your face, making you look up at him. You held onto his forearms and closed your eyes as his gentle lips pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you baby.” You mumbled, silently praying that he’d say it back for once. “I know you do sweetheart.” Your heart dropped but you smiled anyways. You knew Dean loved you but for once you just wanted to hear the words fall from his lips. “I’m gonna go shower.” You kissed his cheek and walked out, making your way to the bathroom.


Dean’s POV:

I sighed and ran my hands over my face as I watched Y/N walk away. I knew it pained her that I’ve never actually said the words but I’ve only ever said those words to my mother. Y/N deserves them. She really does and I’ve been practicing in the mirror on how to say it but it’s getting harder and harder each time. I pace back and forth, thinking to myself. “Y/N I love you.” I said to myself in an extremely deep voice and shook my head, groaning. “No that’s too Gaston-y.” I stopped in the middle of my movements. “Are you kidding me, Dean?? Really? Beauty and the Beast??” I scolded myself, shaking my head.

As I turned around to start pacing again, I bumped into Gabriel- wait Gabriel?? “What the hell? I thought you were dead!” I basically shouted and composed myself. “You thought wrong. Look- I know a way I can help you and your lady.” The Archangel smirked and wiggles his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Not a chance, Gabriel. Y/N is MY girl and the last thing I’m doing is losing her in any way and that includes by fucking it up with your ideas.”

Gabriel shrugged. “I miss Sammy boy. I’ll see you around.” He headed towards the stairs before turning around quickly. “Oh and uh Dean?” I raised an eyebrow for him to continue. Instead, he snapped his fingers leaving me standing alone and confused.


Still Dean’s POV:

When I woke up the next morning, everything was weird. For one, I woke up alone and in a totally different room. It wasn’t like my room in the bunker, it was smaller and for some reason, I had a twin bed. “Y/N?” I called out as I moved all throughout the peculiar home. “Baby??” I yelled her name again, panicking. I tried calling her but my phone had no service. I got dressed and fixed myself as I walked out, roaming the streets searching for her. They were playing music on the sidewalks and for some reason every woman had on a dress and every man had a suit and tie which was confusing enough. I was nodding my head along to the music and laughed softly. “Elvis? I can dig Elvis.” I muttered to myself.

I kept walking and searching for her until I walked past a clothing store. My eyes widened as I walked backwards and looked through the bay window seeing Y/N. I ran in and straight up to her, hugging her. Oddly, she didn’t hug back. I pulled away and she laughed softly, looking up at me. “Hey baby. Why’d you leave? What’s going on?” I asked as I held onto her hand. “I’m sorry.. you must have me confused with someone else. Would you let us dress you?? You look a little…different. I’ve never seen that type of clothing on men before.” She smiled, looking me up and down, glancing at my jeans and flannel.

I laughed and slowly stopped, clearing my throat when she didn’t laugh along. “Wait, what’s going on?” I asked, looking around before laughing again. “I get it. I see now. I see. This is a dream.” I said, trying to convince myself. “Umm.. it’s whatever you want it to be sir but seriously, let’s get you a change of clothes!” She smiled excitedly dragging me to a stall and handing me a suit.

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When I came out fully dressed, she shifted on her feet, tugging at her collar and clearing her throat as she looked me up and down. “ clean up very um..very nice.” She laughed nervously, cheeks red and eyes filled with lust. “Yeah. Right. Thank you. I gotta go.” I took her hand and payed her way more than I needed and got the hell out of there.

“Castiel you son of a bitch!” I shouted as I walked through an alley. “Dean.” Came a deep voice I knew all too well. I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall while glaring at him. “What the hell is going on? Why doesn’t my girlfriend know who I am?” Cas sighed and pushed me off of him. “I don’t know. It might be another one of Gabriel’s tricks. This doesn’t make any sense.. I thought Lucifer killed him.” He squinted at me. “I just know what you have to do. You have to get Y/N to fall in love with you all over again, but to get home you have to tell her that you love her. Which isn’t as easy as it sounds. She’s not in love with you right now so you can’t just say those three words and disappear. She has to love you with every fiber of her being.” He said as he looked around. “You’re stuck in 1944, Dean. I don’t know why he sent you all the way back but- just get it done.”

My breathing hitched and I shook my head. “What if I can’t do it? What if she doesn’t fall in love with me, Cas? Huh? What then? I’m stuck in 1944 forever?” Cas frowned and put his hand on my shoulder. “No.. you’ll go back home but Y/N won’t be there. I know you can do this, Dean.” Cas finished and next thing I know, I’m standing in front of a bar with Cas nowhere in sight.


Your POV:

You left work right after dressing that poor, lost, gorgeous man and headed right to the bar on the outside of town like you did every night. You were sitting on a stool with three men you knew too well surrounding you and laughing with you. You were going to order another drink when the same guy you dressed came by, pushing one of the guys aside and sitting on the stool next to you. “Let me buy you a drink?” He flashed a toothy grin which you could only return. “You again!” You giggled, smiling at him. “Well I’d love one. What’s your name?” You waved bye to the guys as they walked away.

“Dean.” He sighed and shook his head, ordering your favorite drink. He smiled at you as he held his glass of whiskey in hand. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered softly. “Dean.” You repeated softly and smirked. “How’d you know this was my favorite drink?” You grinned and blushed a little. “Thank you. You’re beautiful too.”

The kind stranger known as Dean chuckled and shook his head. “How was your day Ms. Y/N?” He asked, leaning his chin on his hand, giving you his full attention. You drank through the straw and your eyes widened with excitement. “It was wonderful! Like everyday should be!” You finished your drink and set it aside. A soft melody flooded the dimmed bar and you smiled. “Would you dance with me?” This made Dean smile and stand up, drinking the last of his whiskey. “I would love to dance with you.” He took your hand, leading you to the center of the dance floor. He put one arm around your waist and held your hand in the other. “Your eyes are just so…” He stopped himself, looking into your eyes. “Hmm. Mesmerizing? Captivating? Beautiful?” You interrupted before he can continue. “Not very original, Dean.” You said playfully as you laid your head on his shoulder, slowly swaying back and forth.

“How about hopeful?” Dean sighed and kissed your head, laying his head on top of yours. “That’s a new one.” You smiled, slowly pulling away. “I’ve gotta go. It was lovely meeting you. Thank you for dancing.” You let go of his hand and proceeded towards the exit.

One of the guys that was with you in the beginning, walked up to Dean angrily. “You better back off. I’ve been wanting her for years and suddenly you come in here out of nowhere trying to sweep her off her feet? I don’t think so.” Was the last thing you heard before walking out, seeing both men following after you.

Before the other guy could say anything, Dean intervened. “Y/N.. I’m not ready to leave you. Let me walk you wherever you’re going.” You sighed and smiled at the other guy. “Jimmy.. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” This caused the guy, now known as Jimmy, to frown. He nodded and walked away. You smiled at Dean. “If you want to risk the sake of your feet then by all means, you may.”

You both had already been walking for twenty minutes when Dean finally decided to speak up. “Are you cold? Your arms are crossed and you’re wearing a dress.” He put his suit jacket over your shoulders before you could answer. You smiled, sliding your arms in the jacket and linking your arm with his. “I see you met Jimmy. He’s a sweet boy. He’s asked me to marry him multiple times.” You laughed and so did Dean. “How could he not? I’d wanna ask you too.” He smiled and cleared his throat as you stopped in front of a small house.

“This is me..” You said as you looked up at him and he smiled down at you. “It was lovely to meet you, Y/N.” Dean took your hand and kissed it. “You too, Dean.” You whispered back as he slowly leaned in. His nose touched yours and before he could kiss you, you giggled. “I don’t even know your last name.” This broke Dean’s heart a little as he pulled away and nodded. “Right. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead and walked away. You smiled and ran inside, ready to tell your dad all about the stranger you met.


Multiple dates later, you finally let Dean kiss you and boy, you scolded yourself for waiting so long. You both sat on the beach eating sandwiches and just talking when he leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Hey baby?” He mumbled against your skin. “Hmm?” You hummed, waiting for him to continue. He moved his lips up to your ear and kissed it. “I love you.” He whispered, causing you to smile. “I love you more.” You turned your head to face him and kissed his lips.

A couple of hours later, Dean took you back home and pushed your hair away from your face as you stood on the porch. “Goodnight honey. I love you.” You said it first this time and he chuckled and kissed your nose. “I love you too.” He kissed your lips and made his way home.


When Dean woke up the next morning, he was in full panic again. He was back in the bunker and back in his old room but he had no idea what it meant. He looked to his right and you still weren’t there. “Fuck please let her be somewhere in this house.” He pleaded in a low voice as he looked around the bunker. When he heard pots and pans being moved around in the kitchen, he made his way there and his heart was filled with so much love and relief.

You were there. Your hair in a bun at the top of your head, wearing Dean’s shirt and a wide smile on your face. “Dean baby hey. Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up but I got hungry. I’m making pancakes.” Your eyes widened in confusion when Dean was happily stomping his way towards you. “Dean are you alr- mm!” You were caught by surprise when Dean kissed you out of nowhere, which you didn’t mind at all. You kissed him back and ran your fingers through his hair as he pulled you flush against him. “Dean, baby-” You said between kisses as he gently put you against the wall. “Shh no time to explain. Let me just finish.” He whispered against your lips, kissing you again. He kissed you so deeply and so full of love like he’d never kissed you before. Dean’s hands were on your hips and yours were on his face and around his neck. His tongue slid through your parted lips, exploring you further.

When he finally pulled away, you were speechless. His lips were pink and plump, causing you to believe that yours looked the same. Maybe worse. “What was that for? That was like the best kiss I’ve ever gotten.”

“I love you, Y/N.” You gasped and gently gripped his shirt in your fists. “That’s what it was for. Don’t ever leave me baby, please. I love you, okay?” You nodded, tearing up as you pecked his lips again and again. “I love you more baby.” You said back as he hid his face in your shoulder and held onto you tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.” You held him for a while before Dean’s eyes widened. “Do you smell that?” He whispered against your shoulder. Your eyes widened as you pulled away in panic.

“The pancakes!”


I wish my tags would work😭 but thank you to my girl Heather from @jalove-wecallhimdean for helping me out with this! You’re the best girl. Also, keep sending me requests! You guys are the best, I swear! 1940’s Dean will always be the best.

I was tagged by the incredible @returnofthemadking (thank you <3)

Rules: tag 10 people (or less) that you wanna get to know better

Birthday: December 24

Gender: Woman

Relationship Status: Single (and not sure how to mingle)

Favorite Color: Maroon/Burgundy

Pets: 1 dog. He’s a shih tzu-poodle mix, and I love him more than people.

Wake Up Time: Usually around 8 for classes. But today was my last day of finals and it’s summer binches, so probably like noon from here on out (til I get a job)

Love or Lust: Both?

Favorite Food: This Filipino dish called Humba. Also Thai food.

Met A Celebrity: I met the cast of Supernatural (specifically Osric Chau, Misha Collins, Richard Speight Jr., Mark Sheppard, and Rob Benedict), the members of COIN, Jason Forbach, Tyler Ford, Rhett Price, and Manny Pacquiao. Also the members of some smaller bands, so I’m not entirely sure if those count.

Last Song I Listened To: Hard Times by Paramore

First Kiss: This guy I met at summer camp when I was 13

Tall or Short: I’m just under 5′5″ so that’s considered short

I’m tagging @maebmad @polartaire @daisyprouvaire @essentiallychaotic @heather-snufkin @raventaire

#Asylum 18 - experiences


I met Misha the first time at his Photo OP session on Saturday. I was really nervous and omg he’s so much taller than I expected him to be. Maybe it’s Dean’s fault. Anyways, I walked up to him and he was super sweet and hugged me really tight. Only problem was I was super unhappy with the picture because the lightning was super bad…

Then it was time for the M&G/Lounge with him. Again; super nervous and happy. I could not stop staring at him – I am a little weirdo. Seriously, he’s so super handsome and his heart is made out of gold. It is so relaxing to listen to him. He told us a story from when he was younger and it was hilarious.

After the Lounge it was time for Misha’s Panel. Will I ever get over that fact that he’s just super handsome and kind and all the good things that are out there? Probably not.

As I mentioned before, I was super unhappy with the picture so the next day I asked if there was any possibility to get that picture re-taken and they let me do it! I really like how it turned out to be, plus I got to hug him again – yay.

I also got an autograph and again, he was the nicest human being ever. He even drew a heart in connection with his autograph.

His last panel was really amazing as well, he was so funny and also really argh… just Misha, you know? Kind, sweet, amazing, funny – all at once.

Briana Buckmaster

Lately I found myself crushing over Briana a lot so I bought a M&G/Lounge ticket with her. There were only 7 girls and Bree so it was amazing. She is such a badass and she always tried to include everyone and making eye-contact with everybody.

I also got a picture done with her and I love it. She’s the sweetest and super good looking, isn’t she?

While getting her autograph she greeting me with ‘Hey Baby’ and I think that’s adorable. She was so super nice. Argh.. She’s so perfect and I loved her panels with Kim.

She also joined the stage at Jason’s concert on the Saturday evening. Let me tell you – that woman got some voice. Amazing. I tweeted a video of her and Jason and she freaking quoted it and I freaked out again. Fangirling at its best.

Kim Rhodes

My picture with Kim turned out exactly how I wanted it to be. She also is an amazing, nice and strong woman, just like Bree. Those two seriously are friendship goals. Anyways, when I got my picture signed she looked at it and wrote a ‘yeah!’ on it and said she like it. Awesome, isn’t it?

Adam Fergus

I got a signature from Adam and since there was only me at that moment, we had a little time to talk. God, he also is very nice looking and super sweet and nice.

(Adam Fergus Autograph


David Hayden Jones

I also got a signature from DHJ and omg how handsome is that guy? I really didn’t think he would have such an impact on me. He was funny and sweet and I also had a little chat with him. Keeping it together was really freaking heart at that moment.

(David Hayden Jones Autograph


British Men Of Letters Photo OP

Where do I begin? While waiting in line I wasn’t sure what to do for that picture and then it was my turn… When I walked up to them, they immediately went for a hug and I was like ‘no no no no no’ so they looked at me really confused. Hahah.

            Me: Could you pretend to kiss me on my cheeks?

            Adam and David: Sure thing!  

Getting in position for the picture was fun and let me tell you… they DID NOT pretend. Next thing I know was that their lips were on my cheeks and I couldn’t believe it. It was hard to stand still with two handsome guys kissing you but I did it. I was like really freaking surprised when I suddenly felt their lips on my skin but I am not gonna lie, it was amazing and David making that typical kiss noise (mmwwaaahh) made the whole thing better.

            Me: Woa, thank you guys!

            Adam and David: No, thank you, love!

Do I need to mention that I needed some time to calm down? Yes? Okay, well I did. I even had to dry my cheeks afterwards. It was a wet cheek-kiss hahah

Later that day I tweeted out that picture because reasons and DAVID freaking liked it! There I was, freaking out again.

After that weekend I clearly got two more human being I can crush and fangirl over. Joke aside, David and Adam are really great and nice men and I am so happy that I got to meet them both.

Mark Pellegrino

Who could know that the devil himself could be so handsome? It was amazing to get a picture done with him. When I went to get the picture singed he wrote a ‘love you!’ on the picture and I died again. So sweet, isn’t it?

Alaiana Huffman

I also loved meeting that wonderful human being. I got the picture done with her on the Saturday and went to get the autograph on the Sunday. She looked at the picture (I was wearing a denim shirt on it) and she suddenly was removing her jacket a little bit and said ‘oh look, we were in partner look’. You just have to smile at her because she’s so lovely.


Those were my most perfect moments with the cast at this year’s #Asylum18! I’ve got picture with nearly every one of them and they all were super kind and sweet.   (gonna post them later)

There’s those little things all of them do while you interact with them. Like just looking up while signing your stuff or asking how you’re doing, sometimes adding something personal to a signature like xoxo or a heart; saying darling or sweetheart or love; saying thank you to each and every one of us crazy ass fans.

  I really do appreciate all of them. They all try their best to give us fans the most amazing weekend of our life’s and for that I love them. I hope they know how much those little things mean to us.

                                I love our Supernatural Cast!

                                            Over and out,


About Me

I was tagged by @yoursquadisgay

Rules: Tag 10 (or not 10) followers you want to get to know better.

● Birthday: November 11th
● Gender: Male
● Relationship status: In a relationship
● Favorite color: Purple
● Pets: 1 cat named Zoe and whatever dog I am training at the time. Don’t have one at the moment, though.
● Wake up time: 10-12 hours after I go to sleep. I never go to sleep at the same time.
● Love or lust?: Love
● Favorite food: Butter Chicken Curry
● Met a celebrity? Misha Collins, Adam Baldwin, Felicia Day. I go to a lot of cons lol Ran into Nathan Fillion while wearing a Firefly hoodie. Didn’t actually talk to him. He did give me that Nathan Fillion smirk though.
● Last song listened to: Lift Me Up by 5FDP
● First kiss: With my first boyfriend. I was nervous as heck
● Tall or short: I’m like 5″7 or 5″8, not entirely sure. I’m just right there in the middle. Not tall but not short.

Now you know, and knowing’s half the battle.

Gonna tag a few of my new mutuals! Sorry if you’ve already been tagged

@annastasiapinkcess @kadarakings @canonhawke @chay-8bit @ive-officially-lost-my-sanity @dionysryder @axeprotecter @oberyn-mortell @reyescott


My SFCon Photo Op Experience:

I’m going to do a very long post on my whole experience later today but I just wanted to get into the photo ops first because, well … they tend to be the focal point of everyone’s con anyway.  Honestly, I was nervous as all hell for my photo ops. The only other experience I’ve ever had with a celebrity (as in, being that close to them), I basically went mute and nodded a lot. I couldn’t be like that this time—I had too much riding on my op with Misha … and of course, my op with Misha was going to be the first one I did.

So, on Saturday, we had already seen panels with Rob, Gil, Osric, and Felicia. We also had already experienced karaoke night, where I got to touch and interact with a lot of them … so I felt like I handled that well, and it gave me some hope for Misha. When we got to the theater on Saturday, we had the intro with Rob and Richard—they are fucking hilarious, by the way. I mean, we all knew that, but watching them bicker like a married couple in person? Oh my god!  I almost peed myself. They are so, freaking adorable! Anyway, I digress. So, we had the intro, a couple more panels and then … photo ops began. I had op-numbers 108 and 124. I thankfully, could take them both back to back so I didn’t have to get back in line. So, when they called for that range, I started freaking out. I had props and my book (for those of you who don’t know, I am writing a novel for Misha and I had the first eight chapters bound for him and I wanted to give it to him at the con) I still wasn’t sure if I would have time to explain properly what all these things were—or if the photo would come out right, or if I would even be able to give him the book at some point. Six months of work was riding on so much uncertainty and it was terrifying.

So, there I am in line and we finally shuffle through the doors … and there in the back of the room, is Misha fucking Collins. If you think the man is good looking on screen, it pales in comparison to him in person. Everything in him exudes perfection. I … I could go on for days, but I will put that in the next post. As I inch closer to this man that has become the world to me, I start to prep everything in my hands and go over what I want to say a million times. When they finally get to me, I am just too determined to choke. I walked up to him and handed him the signs (signs thanking the girls who helped me edit and beta read my novel). He looked at me a little confused. I held up the book and (I don’t even know if I said Hi first … I think I did, I hope I did) I said, “These two girls have helped me edit a novel I am writing for you, so I wanted you to help me thank them.” He nodded and we turned and took the photo, then as I was saying I have a second photo—he reached over and literally ripped the book out of my hands. He started flipping through it and then said “Oh, I really like the title!”  (which is “Gi’s Wishes” inspired by GISHWHES, of course). The he laughed and smiled, shook his head and said “I can’t believe you’re writing me a novel.” Then he turned and wrapped me in the hardest, tightest most genuine hug you could ever imagine. I don’t think either of us were really thinking about the second photo … as you might be able to tell because we look all squished and he looks like he’s going “Oh yeah … the photo”.  Immediately after, one of the convention volunteers was trying to pull me away but I hugged him again and he thanked me. I know at some point, I started to try and say that I had a copy for him, but I don’t think the words ever really came out. Anyway, I left smiling, then I got out of the room and I was shaking, and then I completely broke down crying. I was crying so hard that another volunteer came over to check on me, thinking something horrible happened. I ended up explaining to her that I wasn’t sad … I was just amazed that Misha took the time to look through my book, comment on it and then hug me, like he was really, truly appreciative of my efforts. She then started asking me all sorts of questions about my novel and made me feel even happier that I muscled through and got it done in time to show Misha.  Having that moment with him, was honestly one of the most validating and special moments of my life.

Okay … my Jensen photo op was more silly than anything. I wasn’t as nervous. I didn’t have a huge speech for him or anything to tell him about. I just needed to take a picture. Mainly, I just didn’t want to drool all over myself because of his profound beauty. By the time my op came around, we had already had our morning panel with Jensen and Jared (video to come). So, I got to see Jensen and melt into his reality a little. Then, I went in line for the photo op. Jesus Christ, that man is perfection. And his voice in person … so many, dirty, inappropriate things come to mind. Oh my sweet, baby Jesus. Anyway, I decided that I was going to do the pose I had originally planned for my second photo with Misha (but I was so happy to take the genuine hug from him instead). So, I walked up to Jensen, said hi, he said hi back and looked me with those amazing, beautiful eyes … and I asked him if I could hold his hand. He said “Of course” and smiled in a way that nearly killed me. Then he grabbed my hand, cupping it like a five year old … I quickly adjusted so I could lace our fingers together … because there is no way in hell I was just going to cup Jensen Ackles’s hand. He kind of smirked at that but that’s okay haha. We turned to the side and I reached over and held his muscly arm, and I felt his head tilt down towards mine … and I melted. I am so, so glad the picture turned out well and didn’t look like I was thinking dirty, dirty thoughts … because I was. I turned and hugged him after the photo, taking a moment to feel how incredibly firm he is. Oh my god … it was amazing. I was shaking after that, just staring at my hand, going “It touched Jensen Ackles! It held his hand! AHHHHHH!” Honestly, I still can’t believe it.

Then, later came time for my Cockles photo op. I wasn’t nervous, just excited. I was hoping Misha would recognize me as the girl with the book, because at that point, I had already had his autograph and he had already taken a copy of the book (more on that later as well).  I got into line and started chatting with my new friend, Megan spncancercare (I hope I’m remembering your name correctly, my dear. I am so bad with names.) We bonded while in line and talked about the boys’ perfection … obviously, a lot to talk about with that subject. Anyway, as we got closer, I thought about the pose I wanted them to do. I wanted Jensen to fold his arms on top of my head, lean across and kiss Misha’s cheek. When I got up to them, Misha was talking to a volunteer while I was explaining the pose. Then he came back and was like “Wait, so what’s the plan?” and Jensen started to explain but he kind of got it wrong and in my diluted mental state of realizing; ‘I’m actually talking to both of them at the same time’ I was like “No, see Jensen, you’ll stand like this …” to where I reach across his body and turned him physically (which felt amazing at the time but I feel horrible about now, since it was probably so pushy and rude) and then I said again, how he would kiss Misha on the cheek. Suddenly, a volunteer was at my side saying “No, we can’t do any kisses. That’s not allowed.” I was a little surprised, to say the least, and then I think Jensen turned me around and I kicked off my heels to snap the photo … I didn’t even know what pose we ended up with until I saw the picture later. I was still fairly, obliviously happy at this point so I turned and hugged Misha. As I pulled away however, his face just looked like he was so, very done. I started to sink … I realized right then, as the volunteer was pulling me away—I was probably “that fan”. I was that pushy, demanding fan who treated them like puppets I paid for instead of people who are generous enough to give me this opportunity. That so wasn’t my intention but I just felt awful. I walked out and talked to Megan a bit more, but as the time passed and the more I thought about it, I just wanted to cry. I decided, during the rest of the panels, that during my autograph, I would apologize to Jensen and hope that he passed the message along to Misha. So that’s what I did. I handed him my thing to sign and said “I think I really annoyed you and Misha during my photo op, so I wanted to apologize.” He just smiled a little and shook his head, finally looking back up to hand back my book and said “No … you didn’t.” I just “Oh … okay. Thank you … bye” and walked away. I don’t know if the pause he had in the middle was to emphasize the “you”, as in “you weren’t the annoying one; or if it was just a moment to try and sound convincing. Either way … I think he was just very tired at that point, so everything was probably getting on his nerves. Overall, I ended the con at kind of a low point because the last thing I wanted to do was annoy two people that are such, huge role models to me. I hope I’m just over thinking it. I know I didn’t get as crazy as some people get. I just normally, wouldn’t act that way and I’m angry that I did. I just hope that Misha didn’t recognize me now, because I don’t want him to think “the annoying girl” wrote him a book. I doubt he would ever think that … he was probably just exhausted overall. I know, I worry too much, but I can’t help it.

Anyway , I should say though, I had an amazing time. I loved my experience and met so many, new, nice, amazing people. All my photos turned out pretty damn good, so I’m very happy with that. In spite of the little low point, I wouldn’t trade my time at the con for the world. It was so awesome and fun. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to get to do that. Thank you to everyone who was encouraging and helped me along the way! I love you guys so, very much!

If Walls Could Talk

Part 3: Chinese. Ice Cream. Shots.

Summary: Sober thoughts are drunk actions. 

Word Count: 2195

Pairing: Jensen x Nicole

Warnings: Drinking.

A/N: This is my entry for my own YouAU Challenge! It will be five parts total, and I’m having way too much fun writing this. Yet, here we are. Enjoy!


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Imagine coming home from your date with Misha

Originally posted by castyale

“I’m serious, I didn’t go on another date for like, four months after that!” Tears ran down your face from laughing so hard. Misha’s voice cracked around fits of laughter, hardly containing himself. “Hands down, it was one of the worst experiences of my life!”

“Misha Collins embarrassing himself on a date. Can you imagine.” You wiped tears from your eyes as you leaned back into the couch, sighing deeply.

Misha leaned back too, watching you. “This was fun.”

You blushed and looked down, playing with your hands. “Yeah, it was.” You couldn’t contain the smile on your face. “I had a really great time.”

“Me too.” Your heart jumped as two hands grabbed your fidgeting ones, holding them still. You looked up and met his gaze. “I’ve got to be honest, I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun with someone.” Your smile grew wider.


“Yeah.” He played with your fingers and sat up, leaning towards you. “I’d like to do it again sometime, if you want.”

You bit down on your lip and nodded. “I’d like that very much.”

“Good.” Misha leaned in more, his voice no more than a whisper. “I think I’m going to kiss you, now.”

“You better.” Your response was barely audible as you moved towards him and your lips met, moving gently in unison. You both pulled away after a few seconds, your heart feeling like it was about to beat out of your chest.

Misha brought one hand up to your face and brushed some stray hairs away, grinning. “I’d really like to do that again.”

You laughed, kissing him again briefly. “I really like the sound of that.”

5 May 1762: The Treaty of St. Petersburg is signed, thus ending the Seven Years War between Prussia and Russia


It’s the Seven Years’ War and like, everybody was fighting everybody. More specifically, Prussia and Russia were fighting.

Elizabeth was Tsaress of Russia at the time. Her and Frederick the Great didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye.

Then she kicked it in January of 1762.

Who the fuck takes over?

This little shit right here:

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His name was Peter III. And we’ve heard about him before, after the town of Kolberg is taken by the Russians and then promptly given back, by that little shit right there.


Basically, Peter III had a massive crush (no homo) on Frederick the Great. So when Peter III took charge, he was all, “Woah! Why do I have to go to war against like, my greatest idol?”

It was like that one time when you almost met Misha Collins so you could tell him that he like, changed your life. Except if you were in charge of an entire country and you centered your entire foreign policy around telling Misha Collins he had like, changed your life.

And since he was fucking Tsar of Russia, he was like, “fuck this man! Frederick, get your sweet ass over to St. Petersburg, and we’re gonna sign this treaty because I don’t want to fight you.”

And Frederick was over there, knee-deep in Austrian, Saxon, AND Russian troops, was like, “fuckin sweet mate, thanks”

So Frederick go this sweet ass over to St. Petersburg and, in the royal equivalent of a “Friend me on Facebook”, signed a treaty that ended the fighting between Russia and Prussia.

Then everyone promptly retired to the garden to take selfies and post on Snapchat (probably).

Frederick was so overjoyed he threw a whole fucking festival and announced that Russia would provide assistance in the form of 18,000 men against the Austrians - who used to be the Russians’ allies, like a week before. Whoops.

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 ( @monicad-photography / twitter: @MonicaDPhoto )
Go check out her photos! [Monica’s Gorgeous Photos]

If you’re on Twitter, you may have seen these pictures above, of Misha examining my GISHBUS fan art that I was able to hand to him personally at the GISHBUS Event at SDCC16:     (prints now available on Society6)

(those of you with a sharp eye will notice I also have the Attack Dog!Cas print in that folder I handed him):

But Monica went above and beyond, and she was nice enough to send photos of Misha giving me a firm handshake when I told him “Thank you” for portraying Castiel’s depression in a subtle, realistic way that’s helped me a lot.  (My lil sis didn’t catch that on our camera, so this is the only photographic evidence I have of that!)

LOOK AT THAT IDIOT FACE I’M MAKING….  *buries face in sand*
I was so surprised and honored that he’d shake my hand, and JOLTED when he gave me such a firm handshake. His hands were even bigger than I imagined.
Monica, you really did catch that perfect moment!!! Thank you so much!
I hope you know I smile like a fool every time I look at these pictures!

We are definitely having a Hug-War next time, Monica!

If you ever see Monica at a convention, please attack-hug her and tell her it was from me ;D (JUST BE MINDFUL OF HER CAMERA!)

[posted with Monica’s permission. Please do not repost/edit without permission from @monicad-photography ]