gneisscastiel:

caffeinedeathwarrior:

casthegrumpy:

my day was so bad it felt like it was executively produced and directed by bob singer

This is even funnier if you imagine Cas saying it.

Written by Eugenie Ross-leming and Brad Buckner.

dorkilysoulless:

dirtyovercoat:

i love how robert singer stepped down as executive producer and now we have gay married hunters and two women with kids and they all gotta live and be happy and now GOD HIMSELF is bi 

it’s almost like he was a PROBLEM or something…..

Okay, but he literally directed 11x20?

Like, I am loath to be a Singer apologist, but…eeh.

destieldrabblesdaily:

The best thing about the Cockles fandom is that it isn’t like usual ships with the ‘this person is in the way, or that person is in the way’ drama. Instead our worst enemies are 

a tree

Misha’s left arm

and a creepy no homo gnome that keeps following them around

And I think that’s beautiful. 

sophrosynnee:

at this point, cockles is about 10 times more canon than destiel and I hope that fact haunts mr. robert singer to his grave

f-ckyeahfutbol:

Finally someone giffed these dudes!

It must kill Singer to have to direct some of the most homoerotic shit on the show.

Look at the twist of Dean’s hand.

I don’t know if the dude with the yellow shirt in the background is supposed to be the third triplet, but these dudes were certainly implied as making two out of the three. These are the same twins that Crowley was chatting up on the table while Dean was singing about being too sexy for his lover, while gesturing at the table with the three of them.

It’s such a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, but when you actually do the math, it’s right there. They had sex with triplets. We have two twin guys in two shots in the bar. Crowley talks about the best out of three, and Dean answers that they’re going to need lots of beer. You know, since there are a lot of them, all together.

And here they are, fondling and jerking phallic objects.

It’s like, you can choose to ignore this if you want to. You can imagine that the triplets were female, even though it was never said. You can imagine it’s just a coincidence they’ve met up with twins and triplets on the same trip. If you accept that the triplets were dudes, you’re even free to imagine they did things other than sex to fill their (joint!) Flickr albums with. But it’s all there. It’s all motherfucking there for you to do the math.

God bless everyone involved with the making of this show, even you, Singer. Goddamn.

This scene is a metaphor, you see. Recalling the time all of five of them were playing the game naked. And you know, without the game board between them.

ksenianovak:

heyacas:

poor bob singer. it must be really difficult doing everything you can to keep jensen and misha from being gross boyfriends all over the place.