becausemisha:

castiel-for-king:

violue:

nyx-010:

violue:

WHY DO SO MANY FIC AUTHORS THINK CASTIEL HAS BLACK HAIR

Because his hair looks closer to black than brown.

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His hair doesn’t look black to me even in these pictures, but that might be because I know it’s brown so I can’t make myself see it as black 😡

idk I just feel like anyone that likes the show enough to write 100k word fics for it probably has seen pictures of what Misha actually looks like, or even seen episodes where the lighting isn’t really dark.

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sometimes it looks black sometimes it looks brown

we also unanimously and arbitrarily just decided his wings were black…we kind of just make shit up sometimes.

personally i’m more confused about how many people portray Cas and skinny and pale…

liike…exhibit A

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exhibit B

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exhibit…um…

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fuckin g….

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I uh…

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…the fuck was i even talking about…?

Sorry I gotta reblog the gold that was that last comment.

What about Castiel wandering into a comic con for some reason and he’s just sorta wondering why everyone is staring at him and then suddenly John Barrowman appears at his side and is like “Misha, what are you doing out here by yourself?” And he takes him back to the VIP area to try and figure out what’s going on because he doesn’t want his friend to get mobbed.

jazzforthecaptain:

I need this fic to happen somehow. Ohgod imagine tumblr blowing up over that. Misha shows up to a random con unscheduled IN CHARACTER in COSTUME.

/pretending this isn’t The French Mistake universe and thus Misha is alive and well

tumblr would be like:

Be kind to yourself so you can be happy enough to be kind to the world.

Misha Collins [x] (via poorbeautifuldean)

This is it. This is what he taught me. I was terrible to myself two years ago. I didn’t think I deserved to take up space. I was entrenched in a toxic friendship and had enormous pressure from school. I ate next to nothing I cried often for no reason. I felt alone and I hated myself.

And then he taught me this. He inspired me to get better. I learned to believe in myself. I wanted to be the best version of me so I could help others.

I will never stop being grateful for his force of goodness in the world.