FAN: So, the past 14 seasons we’ve seen dean go through every horrible thing imagined. And I thought I’ve seen all of your acting range but I’ve never seen anything like the way you played Dean grieving Cas and Mary in season 13. Like it was so raw and real. And I just wanna- how do you do that. Where does it come from?

JENSEN: You know it used to ehh..thank you. Eh.. it- it- it used to come from some place other than the show. Ehm which is eh a common, I think, acting thi-.. maybe it’s not. I don’t know. I’ve never- I’ve never been trained properly, or professionally, eh or at all. Ehm, *laughs* I’m untrained. And wild!

Eh.. but for me personally just being able to- to tap into certain emotions. Ehh.. you know in the very beginning of the show it’s like maybe I used something from my personal experience. Ehm, now I don’t have to do that because I’ve lived with this character and I’ve lived with these relationships for so long that I can- I can just simply think about what it would be like for this character to go through what he’s going through. And that brings the emotion right there. Whenever I have a- an emotional scene with- with JARED or- or- or with MISHA. When we’re- when we’re in those characters we’re in those moments. Ehm.. you know I am Dean. And he- and he is Sam. And he is Cas. And she is Mary. And she is Charlie. And.. like those- those- those relationships are real. Ehm.. because they also exist off camera in a certain extent. You know, these are- these are very dear friends of mine. And if a dear friend of yours comes to you and says they’re dying, or if you lose someone like that, ehm that brings up real emotion. And the craziest thing is when you’re- when you’re acting when you’re- when you’re doing these- these scenes, you’re telling your body that this is real. You’re telling your body that- that- that your brain is, I mean, the brain is an incredible- an incredible thing in the fact that it can- it can tell your body to do something and react to something that isn’t real. Even though you know its not real you can- you can tap into emotions that- that- that would only happen if it was real. And I don’t- I don’t know if that’s.. a certain gift or a talent or just… a messed up way of using your brain wrong. But ehh, it is eh i-i-its- it’s difficult to-to then turn that off. Eh, for me anyways. Some people can get into it and get out of it really quickly but for me its like getting into it ehh is one thing but then- then that becomes real because I’m telling myself that its real ehh and its- And I’ve talked about this before. Emotional stuff is very difficult ehm because its- its eh.. those- those are the moments that I remember the most because they have the biggest impact on my heart.

[ AN: Let this sink in for a moment. ]

this

“What was that sound?”

“It must have been a ghost!”

“A ghost??”

“Let’s hunt it!” 

OMG THE PAJAMAS WITH THE PIES AND THE MOOSES AND THE I WUV HUGS

omg

an open letter to all human beings

this is not the time to sit back and ignore the warning twinge of your conscience, this is the time to prove you have one, to stand up and say "hey, that's not right". so if that miniature version of yourself happens to tap you on your shoulder in response to anything you see, hear, or do; it's time to take action.

NO human being should be treated with disrespect because of who they are; because of their race, sexuality, or what colour their skin is. we are ALL members of ONE race, the HUMAN race.

#BlackLivesMatter equally to our tenancy upon this world; and as members of the human race it's time to come together to abolish inequality, to demand justice for those still treated as *other* or *lesser* because they happen to have darker coloured skin.

facism, racism, and oppression were not inclusions provided to us when so-called "intelligent and evolved" humans unlocked access to the entirety of this earth; they are clauses that we have imposed upon ourselves, clauses that restrict freedom and divide us as a community.

NO human should EVER have to FIGHT FOR THEIR RIGHT to be treated with civility, to be treated with respect, to be treated with EQUALITY alongside their fellow human beings; we have an OBLIGATION to treat each other as we would want to be treated ourselves. this ostensible-yet-significant golden rule is the only rule we should be putting into practice, and we are compelled as human beings to keep practicing until we amend our core beliefs and behavior. in reality i believe it should be the ONLY amendment that we tout with pride in our everyday lives—though that is just my opinion.

to paraphrase an oft-misused cliché: '[pigmentation] is only skin-deep'. it does not encompass the heart, soul and spirit of a person, merely envelopes it and wraps it up neatly. we would be a much less rich society if all our wrapping was the same colour and we were unable to see and enjoy the beauty of the magnificent shades that reside in our midst. that exist and blend to assemble an exquisite kaleidoscope of life.

having said all of that: i am a white woman living in the relative freedom of australia (i say relative because we have comparable societal issues), and i am 100% aware that i speak from a place of privilege. i know that i can NEVER comprehend the pain and terror of having to be on guard and alert against injustices inflicted every day...simply because of the pigmentation (or lack thereof) of my flesh.

what i CAN do is try to understand. i CAN be an ally against prejudice and discrimination. i CAN make noise and add my voice to the all-important chorus singing in harmony for change. i CAN add my feet to the hundreds of thousands marching as one for justice. i CAN raise my fists in the air; not for violence or hatred, but against hostility and intolerance. i CAN actively join the fight for unity and against segregation, instead of passively watching from the sidelines and hoping that things will shift on their own.

it is BEYOND time to enact change; to ensure that basic human courtesy and respect are applied EQUALLY to every human being.

so whilst i may not be able to come anywhere close to understanding, what i CAN do is support the movement to remove the chains circling your waists, and the rope and boot from around your necks.

i WILL take a knee; not on you, but among you. so you can breathe.

because #BlackLivesMatter

do not ignore this

our momentum is slowing down. we can’t let our dashes go back to normal when the world is not normal. so, if you are reading this, you are ~legally~ obligated to choose 2 numbers below; you must complete the task of those two numbers today. don’t pretend you didn’t see this. either do them right now or set a reminder to get it done before the sun goes down. the timer starts now. choose two. 

Browsing tumblr today, only to find out that my dogs are famous. To be clear. I am not David, the manager. But the wife that’s referenced. I’m happy y’all are getting some joy out of my puppies!

the tags on this are pure joy

(i reblogged so fast i think i hurt myself.)

brock-obama:

I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.

Yeahhhh, I want this on my blog again.

OMG MY FAVORITE TUMBLR POST EVER IT’S FINALLY BACK YAY!

Here, have another of my all-time favorite Tumblr posts. 

We were just discussing this again and I had to reblog it again because IT IS MY FAVORITE

I’m permanently traumatized that you introduced me to this over lunch, EGT. 

::bows with a flourish::

There’s a gif out there of some people reenacting this that makes me laugh til I puke every damn time.

@revfrog

Reblogging for the last gif

Yep. Had to do it 😄

Holy shit it got better

i was not fucking prepared

why do cats run through the house like they forgot to pull their dinner rolls out of the oven

Simple zest for life

WIPE OUT

LOOK AT THIS SHIT

I love how at the end the cat is just like… what in the ever loving FLIP just happened???!!!!!

“FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE U”

I’m literally 🤣🤣🤣🤣

i'm wetting myself 🤣

i love in fantasy when its like “king galamir the mighty golden eagle and his most trusted advisor who would never betray him, gruelworm bloodeye the treacherous”

When my sister and I were kids we had this one action figure, who was actually a brutalized batman doll without his cape (the dog chewed half his head, too), who we dubbed ‘Evil Chancellor Traytor’. The idea was that in the fictional society of our toys, ‘chancellor’ just came with the word ‘evil’ in front of it, as a matter of ancient tradition. Like ‘grand’ or ‘high’ or something along those lines.

Anyway, the running gag was that the king (an old Power Rangers knock-off doll) had absolute and unwavering faith in Evil Chancellor Traytor, who basically comported himself like a mix between Grima Wormtongue and Jafar from the Aladdin movies. Everyone was always sure that Evil Chancellor Traytor had something to do with the nefarious scheme of the day. The dude even carried around a poisoned knife called ‘the kingslayer’.

The additional twist on the joke, though, was that he never was behind anything. The king was actually right. Evil Chancellor Traytor was the most devoted civil servant in the entire Action Figure Dystopia. He spent his nights working on writing up new legislature to ensure that broken toys had access to mobility devices, was always on the lookout to acquire new shoeboxes for expanding city infrastructure, and drafted a proposal that once got half the ‘settlement’ in my sister and I’s closet moved to the upper shelf so that vulnerable toys were less likely to be snatched up by the dog.

The knife, as it turned out, was as symbolic as the ‘evil’ in his name. See, Action Figure Dystopia had a long history of corrupted monarchs getting too big for their thrones and exploiting the underclasses. The job of the Evil Chancellor was to always remain vigilant, and loyally serve a good ruler - or, if the regent should became a despot, to slay them on behalf of the people.

But since killing the king would be a terrible crime, the Evil Chancellor had to be the kind of person who would willingly die to spare the people from the plight of a wicked leader; because the murder would be pinned on them, in order to keep the ‘machinery of politics’ working as smoothly as ever.

Anyway, Evil Chancellor Traytor had a diary, in which my sister I would take turns writing out the most over-the-top good shit he’d done behind the scenes. Usually after everyone else had finished talking shit about him. I don’t know why but we got the biggest kick out of being like:

Barbie With the Unfortunate Haircut: Oh that Evil Chancellor Traytor! Why can’t the king see how wicked he is?!

Charmander From the Vending Machine: Char!

Jurassic Park Toy of Jeff Goldblum With Disturbingly Realistic Face: At least if someone puts a knife in the king’s back, we’ll know where to look!

Evil Chancellor Traytor’s Diary: Today I was feeding ducks at the park when I noticed another legless action figure sitting by the benches. I put a hundred dollars into his bag while he wasn’t looking. I really need to increase budgeting to the medical treatment centers. If only we had enough glue, I think we would see far fewer toys trying to get by without limbs… *insert iconic evil laugh*

Anyway, Evil Chancellor Traytor eventually fell victim to one of my mom’s cleaning sprees, and she decided he was too busted up to keep and tossed him out. My littler brother, who tended to follow my sister and I’s games like he was watching a daily soap opera, cried so hard that we had to do a special ‘episode’ where one of the toys found the Evil Chancellor’s diary, and so he got a big huge memorial and the king threw himself into the empty grave and then ordered the toys driving the toy bulldozer to bury him so that ‘Traytor’s grave would have a body’ (this seemed very important for some reason).

And then we had the Quest For a New King. Somehow or another that ended up being a giant rubber snake called ‘Tyrant King Cobra’.

::closes tab, shuts off computer, and proceeds to have the best day ever just by knowing this exists::

i will always reblog Evil Chancellor Traytor

can we, as a society, start to realize that having a phone does NOT mean you HAVE TO BE accsessible to anyone and everyone at ALL times??

My mom threw a fit at me for not answering my phone while i was at my friends place. Kinda hypocritical too, given how much she complains that “youth these days spend to much time on their phones”

My boss was very CLEARLY not satisfied that i only got back to his text hours after he sent it. My friend didnt speak to me for weeks once bc she thought we were having a FIGHT??? bc i didnt reply to her message on facebook? till the day after she sent it??

i HAVE a phone, that doesnt mean i HAVE TO BE availiable whenever ANYONE decides they want me to be???

what the fuck

can people stop assuming they are entiteled to my attention 24/7??

this is so important. people need their alone time & their space. & it doesn’t matter if you see them active on social media, sometimes people just like to scroll through their timeline without talking to anyone for a while. you really can’t expect to have someone’s attention every second of the day, it’s not realistic at all.

Cockles Anniversary Challenge

We’re celebrating ten years since Jensen and Misha met with an inclusive challenge for artists and writers.

Write a fic, compose a poem or create art commemorating this unique and evolving friendship (and more!) by capturing a moment or moments in their decade long history. Joyous or sad, profound or mundane, we want to remember and portray what we all love about this relationship. Anything goes, so let your feels fly.

Find more info on AO3 or tweet us at @cocklescoop, email Cocklescooperative@gmail.com or send us an ask with your questions or help with posting. You don’t need to register for this one, but if you intend to contribute, we’d love to hear from you!

Posting runs for two weeks from October 7th. Any type, length, rating or genre welcome. Post on AO3 to TheCocklesCooperativeJenMishMemoriesandMilestonesAnniversaryChallenge collection or send us the link to your work elsewhere.

FIC REC ~ STICKY OUTY BITS ~ 7K

Sticky Outy Bits - Or - In which Jensen is very Jealous and Misha is very Bendy by @BrielleSPN

Author’s Summary: Kissing Misha was like dancing in a hurricane. It lifted you up, spun you around, and deposited you out the other side with no real memory of exactly what had happened, leaving you lightheaded and dizzy with only the vaguest sense that you had been hit by a force of nature.

Relationship: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Rob Benedict, Sebastian Roché, Osric Chau, Mentions of Vicki Vantoch and Danneel Harris

Author’s Tags: Cockles, Jus in Bello Convention, Fiumicino Airport in Rome, Jensen is Jealous, Misha is Bendy, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink, There is Beer, Top Misha, Bottom Jensen, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dom Misha, Sub Jensen

First Line: Jensen sat gazing out the row of large picture windows that made up the feature wall at Le Anfore Lounge at Fiumicino Airport in Rome. He watched as a plethora of different boats drifted and paddled and sped past, making a mental note to take the C&D out for a cruise sometime soon. If he ever found the time that was.

Mod Comment: BrielleSPN’s style is unmistakable, visceral and rambunctious. When you open one of her works you know you’re in for a fun ride, and this one epitomizes the way she’ll engage all your senses. For the smut epicurean this will not will leave you wanting, but this author will also treat you to a richly developed sense of these characters that will stay with you long after you laugh and commiserate with Jensen and close the tab.

imma just leave these here...

Cockles Anniversary Challenge

We’re celebrating ten years since Jensen and Misha met with an inclusive challenge for artists and writers.

Write a fic, compose a poem or create art commemorating this unique and evolving friendship (and more!) by capturing a moment or moments in their decade long history. Joyous or sad, profound or mundane, we want to remember and portray what we all love about this relationship. Anything goes, so let your feels fly.

Find more info on AO3 or tweet us at @cocklescoop, email Cocklescooperative@gmail.com or send us an ask with your questions or help with posting. You don’t need to register for this one, but if you intend to contribute, we’d love to hear from you!

Posting runs for two weeks from October 7th. Any type, length, rating or genre welcome. Post on AO3 to TheCocklesCooperativeJenMishMemoriesandMilestonesAnniversaryChallenge collection or send us the link to your work elsewhere.

FIC REC ~ UN BALLET DE DÉBUTS ~ 40K

Un Ballet de Débuts (‘A Dance of Beginnings’) by BrielleSPN & Serenhawk

Author’s Summary: This is a story of Misha and Jensen. It’s told through snapshots of pivotal moments beginning that fateful day on set in 2008, and traverses milestones in their eight year dance of friendship, partnership, struggles and joys, to see how they arrived where they are today.

Though threaded together, each chapter could also stand alone. They are intended as emotional polaroids capturing conversations and experiences, explored via alternating POV’s depending on whom we felt would be best to tell each occasion through. Beginning with first meeting, the story moves through crushes, declarations, fights and reconciliations, all within a polyamorous framework. There isn’t a large cast of characters because this is all about Jensen and Misha, and their entirely unique choreography. Vicki and Danneel feature only in the background.

One author writes Jensen, the other Misha.

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, Misha Collins/Vicki Vantoch, Jensen Ackles/Danneel Harris

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Vicki Vantoch, Danneel Harris, Jason Manns

Author’s Tags: Cockles, Cockles Big Bang 2016, Angst, Fluff, Smut, A shit-ton more angst, Polyamory, POV Alternating, airplane toilet sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom/sub imagery, Schmoop, Comedy, did we mention the angst though, First Time, Break up theory, Embedded playlist, Dom Misha, Sub Jensen, Top Misha Collins, Bottom Jensen Ackles

Author’s First Line: If he hadn’t been so nervous he probably would have taken more notice of the stillness, the hush of a universally held breath as an invisible curtain rose.

Mod Comment: When Serenhawk and BrielleSPN combine their talents to coauthor a story, you know you’re strapping in for an angsty ride with a generous helping of sweet sizzle. This labour of love doesn’t disappoint. The vignette portrayal of Jensen and Misha’s story is well-suited to the authors’ intricate style, and you’ll find yourself eagerly jumping from one ficlet to the next to complete your Cockles fix.

The authors have also included a lovely and heartbreaking playlist that has songs that perfectly complement each accompanying chapter embedded at the end.

**DISCLAIMER: Guest review generously provided by @zoelilyreads. Thank you!**

it me. (◠‿◠✿)

FIC REC ~ IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS ~ 1K

It’s the Little Things by @Hallemcready

Author’s Summary: A Drabble of some JenMish moments following the election.

Relationship: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard

Author’s Tags: election, Angst, Comfort, Social Media, Cons, Mark Sheppard’s wedding, alternating pov

First Line: Nothing could dull the heartache he felt. Sure there were moments of joy; hugging his children, kissing his wife, hearing his lover’s voice… but that constant pit that ate at him never went away.

Mod Comment: Hallemcready is the ficlet queen. She writes the kind of stories that are packed tight with emotion, and have an undeniable realism to them that hurts sooo good you never want it to end – and, barring a few occasions, she somehow manages to jam all that sentiment in 2,000 words or less. It’s a power-punch of feels in a teeny-tiny container, and we absolutely adore every. single. schmoopsy. word.