
i’m not gonna say it
im not gonna say it
can I say it?
cAN I SAY IT?
someone say it!
soMEONE SAY IT!
ANYTIME NOW

Jen asked. She received.
* CACKLING*
( if you are the original maker of this picture, tell me so I can credit you )
I have a mighty urge for a fic now…
So that momentous (and first of it’s kind) occasion at a Con where Misha decides to turn his back on us, undo his jeans and pull them down in order to show us his underwear. Misha Collins wears Sam and Dean Winchester on his butt. Profound bond or not he is an equal opportunist when it comes to Winchesters.
Only in Australia.
The year is 2035. West Collins stands in an isle at a grocery store, staring at the label on a bag of Marshmallow. His whole life is a lie. A single tear runs down his cheek.
If I could have Jon Stewart rule the world, I’d be a happy woman.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!