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@notsolittlelight
Updates! Momma Sammy and her boys Cas and Crowley are all settled in here and oml do they fit their names. Crowley is a little speed demon daredevil and Cas has blue eyes, is a total cuddle bug but can throw down with his brother if need be. And his fur has darkened from white to white with tan lines so he even looks like he’s wearing a damn trench coat lol Momma Sammy is so sweet and loves pets and treats and playing chase with her kiddos. ❤️
Happy Pride!
This video INSTANTLY puts me in an amazing mood every time I see this. Happy Pride to you guys
This is so wholesome
Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
https://twitter.com/pariszarcilla?lang=en heres his twitter is here there is also additonal cat photos of his children.
CAT DAD IS BACK
aww, the kids grow up so fast. ;-;
HHHHHHHH I LOVE CAT DAD!
This is, by far, the single most adorable fucking thing I have ever seen.
update:
I love that he kept …. All of them.
I’ve reblogged the earlier part of this thread before, and the new stuff makes it even better.
This is the Tumblr equivalent of a warm hug on a cold day.
You’re welcome.
So we lost all three of our cats and our dog in the last year. age and illness. It’s been a really hard time for me and my son and it’s been too quiet. Two of my cats were fifteen and the other twenty. I’d had them most of my adult life.
A couple of days ago, I posted to my Facebook that if anyone knew of any kittens to let me know and found out about a situation where a year old momma only had two kittens and their owner abandoned them and left my friend with them. She couldn’t keep them so I agreed to take all three.
Guess what momma’s name is. Sammy. I bout shit when they told me. I may actually have screamed a little lol
So, meet her boys (obviously named by me): Cas and Crowley. We get them tonight. I’m so excited.
Recent work picspam
My recent work! Give my art page a follow if you like, please?
Will someone pls tell me
Wtf happened at Jaxcon that has everyone freaking out?
Misha’s been nominated for a Philanthropist of the Year Award
Did you know that our favorite weirdo is nominated for CelebMix’s 2018 Phillanthropist of the year?
Don’t be shy Mish, we know you’re amazing.
Voting starts today and the first round runs through Dec 11 at 7am.
VOTE HERE. <————- No, seriously click there.
Did you click it yet?
Do it. Do it now.
Let’s show him how much we love and appreciate all he does.
Hey y’all Misha is barely charting on this. Let’s do what we do SPN fam.
Hey friends, let’s go vote for who we all know is seriously the best human being in the world
@lovemesomecas94 @aloha-cowgirl @winchester-reload @jupiterjames @supernaturalsammy01 @soft-misha @howdopeoplebeoriginal @gabriel-deserved-better @gishwhes @pepevons @verobatto-angelxhunter @mishaandcastielonly @supernatastic101 @imaslutforspacedogs @fangirl-forevers-world @crack–attack @beefcakemish @elioetoliver @thekingslover @the-impala-is-my-home @popsiok @ismiratriforce @misha-misha-destiel-misha @mei-pellegrino @jenabean75 @saltnhalo
@castiellover20 @ladystiltskin67 @jensenackles-ismyreligion @destielmixtape @whatifdestiel
@impala-sunsets @destielthingsandstuff @destiel-and-cockles-be-canon @destielite @destiel-honeypie @destielisbaeandgay @supernaturalimagine @mishasminions @mishacollins @misha-collins @mishasaurus @mishacolins @castiel-and-his-charge @castiel-novak-winchester-aol @castielcaptures @castiel-angel-of-the-lord @castiels-feathery-butt @impala67winchester @winchester-reload @winchesterbrothersaremyfantasy @winchesterperfection @winchestersangelblade @j2mismyjam @j2trash-archive @j2winchester-blog @j2-daily @justjensenanddean @jensenackles-ismyreligion @jensenfans @supernatural-trash-1967 @supernatu @supernaturaldaily @supernaturalconfessions-blog @spnfans @spnaturalconfessions @spncapsdaily @spngifsets @spn-imagines-nation @stayclassysupernatural @jared-jensen-misha-mark67 @jaredpadaleckidaily @sammyscreencaps @casdeservesallthelove @casmybrokenangel @caslestiel @gabrielsbackbitches @cockles @cocklesistoblame @cocklesheadboop @cocklestrash
Guys, he’s loosing, please help
GO GO GO!!! O:
I have to scroll so low on my dash to see even one SPN post what the fuck guys please help with shameless self-recs or signal boosts if you have those to spare;
I need blogs to follow.
- Destiel, lol.
- preferably only destiel, lol. Don’t really swim towards multishipping.
- I still like other characters, though. Bring me your TFW 2.0. Bring me awesome spn women.
- shove your in*est. I’ll block your ass. Don’t try me.
- that being said… I’m nice.
My blog is just destiel and Misha I guess and many of my followers have great blogs too
I’m kinda all over the place at times, but it’s mostly Destiel if that makes and sense 😅😅
I feel you. I got mostly dean stuff despite all the Misha/Cas blogs I follow.
Misha, Destiel and cockles here. And I post my updates to my Destiel fic and reblog some of my art here too.
The 64th Day
Title: The 64th Day Pairing: Dean/Cas Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Future Fic, Fluff, POV Dean Status: WIP Currently 10k Summary: When a newly human Cas is gravely injured during a hunt, Dean finds himself reliving the grief he felt when he lost Cas three years ago. Something has changed between the two of them, something Dean cannot deny any longer.
Cas had been human for 64 days before shit hit the fan.
They’d been investigating reports of ritualistic attacks involving “animals” trekking a path across Virginia when it became clear that they were in new territory. It wasn’t until they got a glimpse of one of them that they realized that they weren’t chasing animals or one of their run of the mill monsters, but witches that had somehow found the ability to physically bond with their familiars. Their targets were odd, no discernable connection between them except the fact that they always attacked families with at least two children and the parents’ hearts were missing.
It was a frustrating two weeks of tracking that culminated when they finally cornered the coven in an abandoned warehouse in Suffolk. There were four of them, dressed in ceremonial garb around a candlelit circle in the center of the large room, their chanting voices echoing off of the metal walls around them.
Dean motioned to Sam and Cas, taking the right as the two of them headed into position. He couldn’t see much, aside from the shadows cast by the candlelight, the hoods of the witches’ garb obscuring their faces as they continued to chant.
His stomach lurched as he watched one of the witches lift what appeared to be one of the missing human hearts above her head, blood dripping down the slightly exposed pale skin of her wrists. He looked across the room to see Sam and Cas in position, their eyes flickering between him and the scene in front of them.
Once he gave the go, the room erupted in a blur of movement and feral screams. The witches seemed to still be bound to their respective familiars and Dean started at the bright green eyes staring back at him as one of the witches swatted at him with what looked like a cat’s claws.
He tried to dodge but she was too fast for him, her arm reaching out and tearing a searing series of lines across his bicep.
“You catty bitch,” he scowled, bringing up his gun and putting a bullet between her eyes. He didn’t bother to watch her drop, his attention turned toward the sound of his brother swearing across the room. Sam was pinned, one witch wrapped around his back and weighing him down as another made her way towards him, her jaw unhinged in an unnatural way, fangs glistening in the candlelight as she snarled. His eyes flickered to Cas, who was engaged with the fourth but still on his feet.
He sprinted toward Sam, bodily slamming the snake witch into the wall before grabbing at the arm of the one wrapped around Sam’s neck. His brother let out a relieved breath as Dean pulled her arms free and threw her across the room. Then they drew their weapons and fired, both witches crying out before falling to their final resting place on the floor.
Dean turned just in time to see the fourth slide sickly from Cas’s angel blade and onto the floor, her elongated teeth slowly receding into her bloodied mouth formed in an ‘O’ of surprised horror.
“Well that was a lot easier than it could’ve been,” Sam remarked as he took in the room full of bodies. It was still dim in the room and the sudden quiet loomed around them like a witness.
“Everyone good?” Dean asked, his hand instinctively going up to check the gashes on his arm. He was still bleeding but it wasn’t nothing a few stitches and a bottle of Jack couldn’t cure.
The three of them stood there, silently taking stock of their various scratches and bites for just a moment before Dean caught the sight of movement on the outer corner of the barely lit room. “Cas!” he shouted, but it was too late. The last witch, the head of the coven if her garb was any indication, was already on him, her huge, canine teeth sinking into his neck with ease as her hands snaked around to sink her claws into his chest.
Dean and Sam were on top of her in an instant, both of them firing their witch killing bullets into her body but even as the life faded from her eyes, she refused to let go of Cas. Dean watched with wide eyes as Cas fell to his knees, the witch still wrapped around him, her receding teeth and claws finally letting go of him, her limp body falling to the floor behind him.
“D- De-” Cas tried, but the name was interrupted by the slow flow of blood from his lips.
Dean was on his knees beside him in a second, pulling off his flannel to bundle it up and put pressure on the draining wound in Cas’s neck. “Hey. Hey, look at me. Look at me, Cas,” he said, bringing up his other hand to hold his head steady. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
“I’ll get the car,” Sam said, already heading toward the back entrance where they came in.
“Dean,” Cas’s voice was a gurgle but Dean still heard the plea behind it. Cas’s hand came up to clutch at Dean’s arm as he struggled to inhale, his lung no doubt punctured in several places by the witch’s well placed attack.
Dean swallowed thickly and tried to keep back the panic that wanted to take over his limbs and mind. It didn’t matter whether Cas was human, angel or otherwise. The idea of losing him again –
Dean shook his head and offered Cas a tight smile. “I’m right here, buddy. You’re gonna be okay. Not goin’ out over a fucking witch. Not after everything, okay?” He knew he was saying it more for himself than Cas but he had to say it. Cas would be okay. He had to be.
Cas’ fingers tightened briefly on his arm before his eyes began to drift, his lids falling slightly. He was losing way too much blood. “Cas, come on, buddy. Hang on. Don’t pass out on me.”
Cas seemed to be trying to fight the inevitable but it was only moments before his eyes fell closed completely, his body going limp and Dean felt his throat starting to close up.
Read the rest on AO3
Chapter five is now up!
The 64th Day
Title: The 64th Day Pairing: Dean/Cas Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Future Fic, Fluff, POV Dean Status: WIP Currently 10k Summary: When a newly human Cas is gravely injured during a hunt, Dean finds himself reliving the grief he felt when he lost Cas three years ago. Something has changed between the two of them, something Dean cannot deny any longer.
Cas had been human for 64 days before shit hit the fan.
They’d been investigating reports of ritualistic attacks involving “animals” trekking a path across Virginia when it became clear that they were in new territory. It wasn’t until they got a glimpse of one of them that they realized that they weren’t chasing animals or one of their run of the mill monsters, but witches that had somehow found the ability to physically bond with their familiars. Their targets were odd, no discernable connection between them except the fact that they always attacked families with at least two children and the parents’ hearts were missing.
It was a frustrating two weeks of tracking that culminated when they finally cornered the coven in an abandoned warehouse in Suffolk. There were four of them, dressed in ceremonial garb around a candlelit circle in the center of the large room, their chanting voices echoing off of the metal walls around them.
Dean motioned to Sam and Cas, taking the right as the two of them headed into position. He couldn’t see much, aside from the shadows cast by the candlelight, the hoods of the witches’ garb obscuring their faces as they continued to chant.
His stomach lurched as he watched one of the witches lift what appeared to be one of the missing human hearts above her head, blood dripping down the slightly exposed pale skin of her wrists. He looked across the room to see Sam and Cas in position, their eyes flickering between him and the scene in front of them.
Once he gave the go, the room erupted in a blur of movement and feral screams. The witches seemed to still be bound to their respective familiars and Dean started at the bright green eyes staring back at him as one of the witches swatted at him with what looked like a cat’s claws.
He tried to dodge but she was too fast for him, her arm reaching out and tearing a searing series of lines across his bicep.
“You catty bitch,” he scowled, bringing up his gun and putting a bullet between her eyes. He didn’t bother to watch her drop, his attention turned toward the sound of his brother swearing across the room. Sam was pinned, one witch wrapped around his back and weighing him down as another made her way towards him, her jaw unhinged in an unnatural way, fangs glistening in the candlelight as she snarled. His eyes flickered to Cas, who was engaged with the fourth but still on his feet.
He sprinted toward Sam, bodily slamming the snake witch into the wall before grabbing at the arm of the one wrapped around Sam’s neck. His brother let out a relieved breath as Dean pulled her arms free and threw her across the room. Then they drew their weapons and fired, both witches crying out before falling to their final resting place on the floor.
Dean turned just in time to see the fourth slide sickly from Cas’s angel blade and onto the floor, her elongated teeth slowly receding into her bloodied mouth formed in an ‘O’ of surprised horror.
“Well that was a lot easier than it could’ve been,” Sam remarked as he took in the room full of bodies. It was still dim in the room and the sudden quiet loomed around them like a witness.
“Everyone good?” Dean asked, his hand instinctively going up to check the gashes on his arm. He was still bleeding but it wasn’t nothing a few stitches and a bottle of Jack couldn’t cure.
The three of them stood there, silently taking stock of their various scratches and bites for just a moment before Dean caught the sight of movement on the outer corner of the barely lit room. “Cas!” he shouted, but it was too late. The last witch, the head of the coven if her garb was any indication, was already on him, her huge, canine teeth sinking into his neck with ease as her hands snaked around to sink her claws into his chest.
Dean and Sam were on top of her in an instant, both of them firing their witch killing bullets into her body but even as the life faded from her eyes, she refused to let go of Cas. Dean watched with wide eyes as Cas fell to his knees, the witch still wrapped around him, her receding teeth and claws finally letting go of him, her limp body falling to the floor behind him.
“D- De-” Cas tried, but the name was interrupted by the slow flow of blood from his lips.
Dean was on his knees beside him in a second, pulling off his flannel to bundle it up and put pressure on the draining wound in Cas’s neck. “Hey. Hey, look at me. Look at me, Cas,” he said, bringing up his other hand to hold his head steady. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
“I’ll get the car,” Sam said, already heading toward the back entrance where they came in.
“Dean,” Cas’s voice was a gurgle but Dean still heard the plea behind it. Cas’s hand came up to clutch at Dean’s arm as he struggled to inhale, his lung no doubt punctured in several places by the witch’s well placed attack.
Dean swallowed thickly and tried to keep back the panic that wanted to take over his limbs and mind. It didn’t matter whether Cas was human, angel or otherwise. The idea of losing him again –
Dean shook his head and offered Cas a tight smile. “I’m right here, buddy. You’re gonna be okay. Not goin’ out over a fucking witch. Not after everything, okay?” He knew he was saying it more for himself than Cas but he had to say it. Cas would be okay. He had to be.
Cas’ fingers tightened briefly on his arm before his eyes began to drift, his lids falling slightly. He was losing way too much blood. “Cas, come on, buddy. Hang on. Don’t pass out on me.”
Cas seemed to be trying to fight the inevitable but it was only moments before his eyes fell closed completely, his body going limp and Dean felt his throat starting to close up.
Read the rest on AO3
Chapter five is now up!
I’m doing this for you Mish
I’m doing this because of you
Poor Jensen, he was probably expecting Misha to do a mouth to mouth in the 4th gif..
MISH WATCH ME!! WATCH ME, MISH!!! 😂
He’s so damn blatant about it. Like, Jensen is so gone for this man, it’s ridiculous. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Y’all, please listen to this song. This is Mongolian folk rock by a new band called the HU, it’s the only song they’ve got out so far but it is a strong start, holy shit.
According to one of the comments on the video, it’s sung from the perspective of the spirits of the ancestors, who are lamenting that politicians aren’t keeping their word, Mongolians are discriminating against each other over their provincial origin or bloodline, and the traditional wisdom of the elders is being lost. The English translation in the captions isn’t great, but you really don’t need it to enjoy the song. This is going to be stuck in my head all weekend.
Hi everyone! I’m happy to announce that I am taking part in the Fic Facer’s Supernatural charity auction for Fanart and Fanfiction!
All money will go to Random Acts and the auction begins Nov 19th! (ends Dec 3rd 2018)
Some bids start from just $10 (USD) for a fic or artwork of YOUR CHOICE from your chosen creators. It may be the perfect opportunity to get a fic you’ve been wanting for ages, or potentially a cheap art commission, all while helping a great cause!
Check out the website to browse creators and see what they like to write / paint to find the perfect one for you.
https://www.juliahouston.com/fic-facers/
ALSO if you want to take part, drop an email to the creator [email protected] to sign up!
Bidding for a piece by me starts at $30 and you can see my work on my art blog @k6034art
I honestly don’t know how to tumblr correctly. I really just reblog stuff I know I’m gonna wanna look at again.