Misha Collins is up to something. In other breaking news, water is wet.

Yesterday anyone who follows @mishacollins on twitter got this message yesterday:

You are a part of a movement, an uprising. You are now the very definition of civil unrest. Get ready to rumble. www.gishwhes.com

If you go to that site you get a field to enter in your email (and the most complicated captcha I've ever seen), then you receive an email from someone claiming to be Misha's "advisor" saying that you'll be contacted and to buckle up and enjoy the ride. I have no idea what any of that means. Also, the man now has my email. I have no regrets.:)

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Went out to look at cars today. Saw some decent prospects. We'll see how that goes.

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Should be fic tomorrow! stellamaris99 is kindly tearing two fics apart for me. Sadly one can't be posted until the end of the month, but the kink_bingo one should be good to go soonish!

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( spoilers for The Girl Who Waited )

Come on up for the Rising.

Ten years ago today I was a college student coming out of class to hear my boyfriend tell me that a two planes had crashed into the World Trade Center.

Ten years ago I watched the towers fall on constant repeat, thinking about a boy I knew in high school who'd joined the Navy, a coworker who'd just joined the Army, and wondered if we were at war now and if whether my boyfriend and cousins would be drafted into it (we were and they weren't, although I would go on to have friends who left the gaming table for the Army although by some miracle they all came back.)

Ten years ago I was taking the PATH in Hoboken to back and forth from school and looking at the wall of flyers of the missing, coming back to the same few and wondering if they were the same Japanese businesspeople who'd been on the PATH with me two weeks before when I'd taken the WTC train to get to Chinatown. We'd gotten off at the same spot, them headed toward work at the WTC and me on my way.

After ten years they're finally rebuilding. The WTC used to be my NYC homing beacon; they were visible everywhere and I knew that if I got lost (which with my sense of direction was often) I could just head toward them and I'd find my way. I hope someday that's possible again.

Bruce Springsteen wrote The Rising about 9/11 and the whole thing is brilliant. Here's two songs from it because they're better than anything I could write, no clips of that day because after ten years I think we carry all of that in our minds and can put them to the music ourselves. Just Bruce singing, one song of pain and one of hope.

( Empty Sky )

( The Rising )

Fic: Skin Deep (Supernatural; Dean/Castiel, PG-13)

Title: Skin Deep
Author: misachan
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Brief descriptions of torture
Word Count: 3054
Spoilers: Set about a week after 4.16.
Prompt: Written for my kink_bingo "shaving" square
Summary: Dean is still a little laid up after the fight with Alastair in "On the Head of a Pin" and having trouble shaving. Castiel gives him a hand and Dean finds out that even the simplest things can open up old scars.

(A/N: A thousand thanks to stellamaris99 for beta reading!)

( Dean winced as the crappy safety razor nicked him again, then he pressed a towel to his face and threw the stupid thing in the sink. )