welovemishacollins:

Hey guys. It’s time! Let’s tweet the fuck outta this. No rest for the wicked, right?! Don’t forget: 

1. You can only put one tag on twitter. If one tweet has more than one tag, then it won’t work! 
2. Tweets from private accounts also do not count. So make an effort and make your account public just for today!
3. “The same goes with conflicting trends. Such as “We Love Misha” being added to #welovemishacollins. If together, neither counts!”
4. Retweets do NOT count. Only original tweets. Except you copy and paste the tweet and put the RT in front of it. Automatic tweets don’t count. 
5. “Lastly, to be in the top 10 topics WW you usually need to tweet about 20 tweets PER minute for about 30-60 minutes.
   Right now the tag has about 3-5 tweets per minute. That’s not enough! We need to increase that.”

FOLLOW @WELOVEMISHA FOR RTS AND UPDATES. 

SO… LET’S START THIS!

Jensen Ackles - Jibcon 3

ohmysupernatural:

Jim & Misha appreciation post.

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mishha-collins:

sexy basterd

suzeysays:

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wtfeyebrows:

He’d been squirreling away shit for as long as he could remember now. Little bits and bobs from his life on earth. Things no one would miss. It started maybe a little too naturally, and he hadn’t even thought twice about the whole of it. With the Samulet, rescued from the plastic bin, because, well, obviously Dean wouldn’t miss it. But maybe some day he would. Maybe even Cas would. And, so he had kept it. It was a stupid and human thing to do, and he knew that. But he couldn’t help himself.

It was more than just the Samulet, old illegally obtained badges, spent and useless ID’s voided credit cards. All of them meant for the garbage, but he couldn’t quite bare to part with them. And maybe – but probably not – they would come in handy some day. Even if only to keep the Winchesters somehow human. Or maybe to keep him human, the line was so blurred, he couldn’t even tell anymore.

Sentimental thing that he was turning out to be.

Especially now. So far from home. So far from anywhere that might even resemble home. From Father, brothers, and sisters. From Sam, And Meg, and everything he had come to be familiar with. Torn out from beneath him.

They were stupid little things. Meaningless and trivial. And the only bits of reality holding him together anymore.

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Matt Bomer - GQ outtakes &  photograph.