Someone asked for a picture of the tattoo Misha drew on me- so here it is, and here’s the story.
At Dallas Con in 2013, I decided to go out on a limb and ask Misha to draw on me. I have lots of scars on this arm, and I wanted to cover them up with something that would be uplifting.
So at the cocktail party, I brought a Sharpie and asked the girls at my table if it would be okay if I asked Misha to do this; they were awesome in that they not only didn’t mind, but they asked Misha for me before I could even get the words out.
Misha said he’d do it, and I sat beside him and offered my arm, though it was too dark to see the scars. I threw the idea out there of him drawing angel wings and…he started drawing a fish. I was pretty confused till he added the wings and halo and deemed it an “angelfish”. I went and got the tattoo the next day, so it was pretty much exact.
So this year, I wanted so badly to thank him that I decided to go for the meet and greet, and I actually won a spot. When he saw the tattoo, he actually held my arm to get a closer look, and said it was awesome. :D I got to not only say thank you, but also explain why I asked him to do the drawing in the first place- to which he responded with a very tight hug.
So yeah, that’s the whole story. And it worked- every time I glance at my arm, I don’t think of the scars. I think of random acts of kindness, I think of the wonderful insanity of GISHWHES, and it reminds me to be a better person and gives me strength.
Plus, I always laugh when I think about the fact that I have an awful pun tattooed on my arm. :P
For The Masses:
Reblog to save a life.
I’m not going to elaborate on how much time I spent trying to capture this particular .. belt buckle… all for you Nell.
It’s ridiculous NOT realizing sooner that Misha is muscled, tumblr!
Anyway, I blame the fanfics for this bc every time I read about Cas being all thin, lean and bony I want to point the writers to misha’s striptease in 9x01!!!
THIS man has muscles tumblr! He’s a runner for crying out loud and he does hard work like carpentry in his spare time.
So of course he’s got nice packs to show off under his always-slightly-too-big shirts. Deal with it ;)
"He’s fascinating.""He’s a pain in the ass."
I’ve never had a panic attack before now. Like, I thought I had, but nothing compares to the true helpless, restless feeling that a real panic attack causes. It feels like dying without the relief of nothingness.
32, 613 people understand this. Please explain
nobody say a word
….WHAT IS IT?!
THIS BOTHERS ME SOMEONE EXPLAIN
no one say it
I’m not even in that fandom and I know it
Oh my goodness, you and your friend actually talk about my story?? For some reason, that is amazing to me!! Tell your friend thanks for reading!!
As for the ending, I am afraid The Library is nearing its end. I plan on writing a sequel if you lovelies want me to :)
I have a general idea of what I want to write before I do it—usually my beta bleach-heart and I have drawn up a rough plan before I write. At the beginning, when I started this story, I had the vague idea of a kidnapped boy falling in love at the library…now look at how complex this story has gotten. I get ideas randomly, and some are suggested to me—I pretty much roll with it. I have a plan for the ending though.
Thanks so much!
you don’t know pain until you love a character who’s not a series regular
I’ve seen at least ten versions of this post and they all had different gifs of misha collins as castiel.
I think the fandom is trying to say something.
cries for the rest of my life
Sometimes I think he understood the character better than the writers did.
I read this comic 2 days ago and I’m STILL laughing at it
I THOUGHT THIS HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH CASTIEL BECAUSE MEG ALWAYS CALLED HIM CLARENCE
This lie is a kindness.
John already lost Sherlock, buried him, and never managed to stop mourning him. There was no getting over Sherlock’s death for John, even after two years, and I expect he never really would have got over it if it had been true. When he talks about Sherlock two years on, he looks just as broken as he did immediately after it happened. Sherlock’s death always stays fresh for him, even after he decides to move on. That’s a wound that wouldn’t ever entirely heal, unless Sherlock could do the impossible thing and do what John asked of him: don’t be dead.
The first time, he could.
So this time around, Sherlock knows he’s going to die for real, but keeps that fact from John. He lets John think that after his six months undercover, he’ll have some unknown, new adventure somewhere. And then another, and another. Swashbuckling his way across the planet, getting into scrapes and getting out of them again. Instead of John mourning Sherlock’s death forever, he could imagine him out there somewhere solving crimes, being brilliant, making the world a less dark place. He’d read about mysterious, amazing things in the papers and wonder if it’s Sherlock’s work. For the rest of his life he could image him like that, Sherlock the lone crusader, changing the world, unable to come home, unable to take John with him, but not for lack of wanting to, and not for lack of love. It’s just circumstances beyond their control. He’d be gone, but for John he’d still out there. Missing Sherlock is hard, but mourning him is harder.
Mary can tell when Sherlock is lying, but John can’t, and Sherlock knows it.
Sherlock now understands what his death would do to John. So he very kindly gives him something better.