My J2ification is even worse than I thought. There is no saving me, guys :( I am a lost cause. This evening I watched the last episode of David Attenborough's latest nature documentary offering and tonight...he really wants to do is sit on Jensen's head. WHICH HE DOES. And it is sexy. Gorilla sexy. He probably mistook Jensen for a lady or something. I am so sorry, David Attenborough. So, so sorry.
THERE SHOULD BE MORE FIC IN WHICH JARED AND JENSEN ARE HUNTERS. Both set in this universe, in which they use their SPN skills to fight ghosts, and AUs in which they are really hunters. Not even in an SPN...crime. (I've been knitting for three hours. Things happen. Brain things.) * VIA A BILLION PEOPLE ON TWITTER: THAT ACKLES BLOKE IS APPARENTLY DIRECTING THE 100TH EPISODE OF SOME TV SHOW OR THE OTHER.
SO TODAY I LEARNT ABOUT GRINDR. aka that iPhone app for cruisin' the gays (isn't technology so wonderful?) I have no idea what phones Jared and Jensen have, because I like to pretend I'm not a total...dried it by standing on old towels and dancing around. Which is fun enough at the best of times, but today it occurred to me 'I bet Jensen does this ALL THE TIME.' I will leave you with that thought
So I was Jensen Ackles, chillaxing in my big gay Canadian loveshack, and I was reading a new Big Bang. Except Jared really was a sexual predator in it. He was having an affair with a fourteen-year-old...moment in my/Jensen's life.) And then Katie Cassidy came over! Because it was her birthday! So we smushed caked into her face. I THINK THIS WASN'T SO MUCH A DREAM AS A VISION OF TRUTH, Y/Y
OH SCRUBS. I drifted out of watching it mid-season 6, when things just got too silly, but I had to watch the finale anyway, so today I did that. YEAH I CRIED. Damn you, emotionally manipulative TV. Damn...to live next year, oh god.) But I'll be stressing whilst making pretty things for Jared and Jensen to sign! Multitasking. * Jared Padalecki, I love your face. SERIOUSLY. HOW DOES HE DO THAT
via keepaofthecheez LOOK I DON’T CARE THAT IT’S ALREADY BEEN POSTED EVERYWHERE. MY NET CRAPPED OUT LAST NIGHT AND I MISSED ALL THE SQUEE. Oh my god Jared look any schmoopier and your face... BUT STILL. I may not have work ethic, but by god I have a code of honour. Of some sort. I'm like an assassin in a fantasy novel, only less prone to killing people. (Possibly will write fic later.
1. Obama running with puppy = the most adorable thing I have seen all day. To be fair, I have spent all day on a train, which tends not to be much cause for adorableness, but HAD I SPENT THE DAY ROLLING...for a few months, until they are all healed and done with the post-apocalyptic fall out and whatnot, and then Sam will be okay again and he can get back to taking Dean manfully from behind. OKAY
