#poetry misha

[asoftepiloguemylove]

RELIGION AND SUPERNATURAL

unknown // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Mitski Bug Like an Angel // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Lingua Ignota NO. 1 / FORGIVENESS // The Rapture from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. Charles Beeson // BELOVEDVIOLENCE a search for God // Paint It Black from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. John F. Schowalter // Ethel Cain Inbred // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // John 11 1-45 from "The Holy Bible" // We Happy Few from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. John Badham // Ethel Cain Sun Bleached Flies // Inherit the Earth from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. John F. Showalter // Tom Waits Day After Tomorrow // Don't Call Me Shurely from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. Robert Singer

[found--family]

https://twitter.com/MelissaSevigny/status/1777445675367551432

[shedontlovehuhself]

Stumbled upon this interview with Misha when he was in the Netherlands!

[bylizhand]

devil in the details

a Some Things I Still Can't Tell You drawing inspired by the @misha poem Devil in the Details. 🌌🖌️🖤

"𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴"

[creationfathers]

[nonpublishedpoet]

With fall upon us I'm sharing one of my favorites by Misha Collins. 🧡🍂

[spookyghostcupcake]

A fan asked during a panel at a con I've been if he was aware that his book has an extra poem in the Russian version that none of the other versions in any country has. He actually didn't know about it and you can see his confusion, I guess 😇💙

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

On days where RL clubs me with a sledgehammer, I reach for poetry. Oftentimes, there’s an uncanny correlation between my emotional state and whatever poem I randomly pick from whatever anthology I’m currently reading. Take today:

I’m sad for different reasons, but - Misha!! Thanks for smacking me in the face with this. Right in the feels…

[4evamc]

Misha texts

[arcanespillo]

Nocturne: The Angels, Xavier Villaurrutia ; Angels and men in Supernatural

[found--family]

[x]

[feathersatwar]

Essays for my Destiel Playlist Pt.1

Turning Page - Sleeping At Last

Turning Page is literally my #1 Destiel Anthem. It's a crime to humanity that I haven't seen it respected as such. In this essay, I will argue my points for your consideration.

If you'd like to view my full Destiel playlist, I've tagged it at the end of this post. I add to it frequently and it has a mix of many genres. I'm actually very proud of it.

Turning Page is pining, yearning, learning. It's so effortlessly deep, just like Dean and Cas are.

There is magnitude to everything he says.

Everything he could ever tell Dean about this cosmic thing, because isn't that what it is?

Cosmic love?

Defying the will of God,

fallen from grace for it,

dragged down by it,

death-abating love?

I've waited a hundred years

But I'd wait a million more for you

Never since the dawn of creation had he ever truly felt a thing

He was never meant to, never coded and programmed for it

Nothing would ever come close, he knew

He thought -

Dean Winchester was raised as Castiel was dragged down,

eye for an eye

He had noticed the change in himself,

the doubts he had never dared to even think suddenly clouding his judgement,

things he knew he could only ever confess to Dean

How was he, forever unfeeling, supposed to know that looking into Dean's soul would burn through the lies?

Nothing prepared me for

What the privilege of being yours would do

How could he ever turn back from that?

From this?

This human being that chose other people over himself every chance he had,

that gave up his childhood for his brother

This man that was more than what his father molded him to be, just like he was himself

So he watched him

Noticing intimate details he had never noticed on another person before,

dragging in thoughts he had never had,

these emotions he was never supposed to feel

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch

But what was doubt compared to Dean's hand on his shoulder? Slung over his back?

If I had only seen how you smile when you blush

How could his fear compare?

Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough

How could anything compare to how he felt when Dean smiled?

Under that direct hit of light, so bright he couldn't help but return it,

he made his choice

I would have known what I was living for all along

What I've been living for

So he fell

Your love is my turning page

Where only the sweetest words remain

Into humanity,

Every kiss is a cursive line

Every touch is a redefining phrase

Embracing the earth,

I surrender who I've been for who you are

For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart

The light of Heaven was no match for the sunshine in Dean's smile

No match for the individuality of mortality,

No match for the feeling of family,

love that he had never understood or known,

even if the piece he wished he had wasn't meant to be

If I had only felt how it feels to be yours

It was never planned, never written

Out of thousands of drafts, his love for Dean Winchester only existed in one

Well, I would have known what I've been living for all along

What I've been living for

This cosmic thing

Though we're tethered to the story we must tell

When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well

strong enough to defy the Will of God,

With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas

won't get a happy ending

Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees

but it will forever be his and only his

[oufrelou]

i hope shes having fun.

(reblogs are encouraged & appreciated)

[bylizhand]

sun and shadow

forever in my STISCTY feels.

here's a drawing inspired by Misha Collins's poem "Sun and Shadow."

"𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦."

[techtow]

With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.- Eleanor Roosevelt