cas-you-assbutt-dean-needs-you:

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(Source: dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you)

almaasi:

can we talk about how Misha has the ability to give Jensen a partial boner without touching him? (+this!)

and how Jensen makes Misha laugh all the time on set (x)

(x)

and Misha does it effortlessly in return? (seriously he just needs to show up and Jensen’s a mess) (x)

and Jensen’s explosive laughter is basically an emotional orgasm?? SO MANY ENDORPHINS

and how they both do the weak-kneed spinning thing when they laugh? and they clearly picked that up from each other??

and Mish is sometimes not functioning at 100% but doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t wanna bring anyone down, but Jensen notices and DOES something about it??

and Misha will do the same for Jensen??

and how they’re both so IN TUNE with each other’s emotions??? because I feel like these things aren’t talked about enough

they-chose-family:

apermanentsituation:

I can only gleefully imagine the arduous decisive process on this one.

CW: [posts a random, congratulatory photo of Jared]

Meanwhile, in the writers room: 

[heterosexual alert wailing in the distance]

“Jeremy, it’s been a whole hour already since we congratulated Jared, we have to respond to the… other one.”

“For bro’s sake, Robert, we’re trying! But every single shot of these two is just, y’know.”

“Pretty gay?”

“Yeah.”

“What about season 4? They’ve just met, it can’t be too bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad, Bob. It’s so bad. It had been before we realised the danger. They’re like animals. It’s disgusting.”

“What about season 7? Cas can’t even remember who Dean is and then he’s insane, right?”

“Oh Bob.”

“What.”

“I’d rather have you, cursed or not” is not exactly the epitome of straightness. Don’t even get me started on the Emmanuel fiasco, I told you, we should have let Eugenie and Brad handle this one. Maybe then we’d have some shots of Cas snogging Daphne.“

“And have Jensen watch it all with an even more crestfallen look?”

“Oh. Right.”

[angry heterosexual fuming]

“Maybe we should use the one from the burger da… meeting. Or something from Brokeba- from Purgatory. Or, you know, anything from season 8. They seem pretty straight to me.”

“You know what, Mysterious Intern That Should in No Way Have Right to Be at This Meeting, maybe you’re righ-”

“HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MI- whatever. I give up. Just… crop them or something. No one will notice.”

“Yeah. That’ll do.”

twerksiel

destined-for-destiel:

deanlorean:

Number 23 calls him ‘Cas’, and the angel blade clatters to the ground from numb fingers.  You have to kill that one yourself, and it takes three other angels to hold Castiel back.

Number 108 kisses him, hard and rough and possessive, and Castiel disappears.  You find him two hours later, hiding in a corner of the warehouse and muttering quantum physics laws under his breath.

Number 332 kisses him, soft and gentle and pleading, and Castiel stabs him in the heart, hisses, “Not Dean.”  You’ll accept it as a small victory.

Number 491 calls him ‘brother.’  Cas cuts him down with a sob and cries over his corpse for forty-seven minutes.

Number 665 lets Castiel sink the blade into his left lung with a sadistic smile, steps into the puncturing pressure and whispers into Castiel’s ear.  ”You were always a weapon.”  You have to call the other angels back to stop Castiel from sinking his blade into his own heart after that.

Number 804 grins around a mouthful of blood and chokes, “I never cared about you.”

Number 887 spits, “You don’t even have a soul.”

Number 901 snarls, “Angels aren’t capable of real love.”

Number 983 breaks him.  He looks up at Cas with cold, beautiful green eyes and whispers, “I wish you’d left me in Hell.”  After that, you’re almost certain that these are mercy killings, but it gets the job done.

Number 984 is cut down in a vicious and sloppy melee.

Number 987 cries out, but Castiel doesn’t bat an eyelash.

Number 993 doesn’t even see Castiel approach.

Number 998 begs, but Castiel moves with ruthless precision and speed.

Number 1000 is dead before he hits the ground.

Number 1002 crumples against the linoleum and you hit the lights.  Castiel is now fully operational.  He’s the deadliest weapon in Heaven’s arsenal, once again.

friendlyneighbourhoodpizzaman:

• the jaw thing:

• the bicep thing:

• the arm thing:

• the back thing:

• the hip thing:

• the hip bone thing:

• the shoulder thing:

• the perky nipples thing:

• the butt thing:

• the tummy thing:

• the boob bouncing thing:

• the bowlegs thing:

• the whatever this thing is:

{Jared Version} {Misha Version}