What a long, sad trip it's been

One half of J2 has finally started a Twitter account: http://twitter.com/#!/jarpad.

His "better half" is his profile pic. And I don't mean his wife. I mean his real better half.

I always knew this day would come. The end of fandom as we know it.

h/t to tazical

ETA: Okay, shit. Am I going to wind up spending hours following Jared Padaecki's Twitter? Cuz like...he's at this con in Nashville with Jensen, and Jensen said "Tweet something right now," and Jared tweeted "Something right now," and then there it was so it's like...real time Jared & Jensen and I can easily see how quickly this could become addictive. Jesus Christ, I already have no life.

I got all worked up about this video:



Yeah, so I got all worked up and wrote a whole post about how cute they are and then I noticed the old WB logo in the background and I realized this had to be old. Really old. I Googled "11th Annual Critics Choice Awards" and found out it was way back in 2006. Sigh. Is it just me or do we just never seem to see them dressed up like this anymore? What a pity. I thought Jensen had finally given up that scruffy-ass look he's been working for the past couple of months.

They don't horse around like this quite as much anymore either, do they?

Actually, that's probably for the best.

(hat tip to i_o_r_h_a_e_l via dean_sam)

Tomorrow is baylorsr's birthday. Last year I recounted all the reasons why baylorsr is a horrible person so I don't think we need to rehash any of that, none of it's changed. I'd like to add to the list that this year baylorsr made a podfic of my SPN fic that made me alernately grin like an idiot and bawl like a baby, thereby adding a multimedia element to the many ways in which baylorsr continues to ruin my life.

In dubious honor of her awful birthday, I present J2 schmoop-fic.

Title: Hold
Genre: RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for early Season 4 episodes
Word Count: 4,500
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only. No implication of reality or truthfulness is intended. They are not them.
Summary: There are things you just can't hold onto.

Notes: This story is a complement to, but not dependent upon, two other fics in my J2 UST series: Those Funny Stories and Three Dog Night. Your reading experience may also be enhanced by this picture:



And even if it's not enhanced, this is still a very pretty picture.

( Hold )

It's been a while since I had a good J2 Poll.

Please study the following photo and then answer the question below. Choose all that apply. Feel free to expand upon your answers in the Comments section.



[Poll #1387040]


Image gacked from i_o_r_h_a_e_l

Well, the reports are coming in from the LA Con this weekend and it seems like the boys have served up yet another delicious helping of suggestive bromantic homoeroticism to yank our collective chains or cruelly mock us or sekritly divulge their passionate love for each other or all of the above.

I mean, seriously, people. Jensen said this...JENSEN not Jared, said THIS:

"Jared and I had our own wrap party last night." Then he smirked and added "That's why I'm having a hard time moving around this morning."

A HARD TIME MOVING AROUND THIS MORNING!?!?! Are you effin' kidding me!?!?

That's just filthy. Jensen, you filthy, filthy boy, you go stand in the corner. You go stand in the corner and take that bad influence Padalecki with you. Yes. Both of you. Go stand in the corner. Together. Wait, no...you know what? You both need a spanking. You spank each other. You bad, bad boys. You just stand in the corner and spank each other. That's it. That'll learn ya.

I'll watch.


(Quote found at layne67's and originated at juice817)


ETA: Speaking seriously now, have they already wrapped filming for the season?? Seems kind of early, doesn't it?

I had to take an endless subway ride out to Brooklyn yesterday to see the dentist and the train cuts through a part of that borough where there are these really beautiful old houses with great big front porches and stained glass windows and brick chimneys and it was about four o'clock in the afternoon and the sun was hitting the houses just so with that orange wintry light and I found myself thinking about Jared's house in Vancouver and for some reason I've always pictured it as this big, old, Arts-and-Crafts style bungalow, which I'd imagine they have plenty of in some of the older neighborhoods in Vancouver (I might just be getting that impression from years of seeing such houses in all the tv shows filmed in Vancouver). And it's not all gussied up and renovated but a little on the run-down and quirky side. Creaky floors. Loud plumbing. Big backyard for the dogs. Trees. Winter-bare trees. So anyway I'm sitting there on the train and it's Valentine's Day and I'm getting all sappy thinking about Jared's house or should I say, Jared and Jensen's house and I'm itching to get home and write some unforgivably pointless domestic cuddle-schmoop.

By the time I got home, though, it was so late and I was so tired and cold and cranky I'd lost the mood and then this morning I was playing my phone messages from yesterday and there...there was a babbling message from baylorsr about how apparently Jensen babysat Jared's dogs while Jared was in L.A. for the Friday the 13th opening and apparently Jensen took Jared's dogs to the set with him upon which Jensen apparently lost complete control of the situation because the dogs cheerfully jumped in a lake and and started swimming around during the shoot.

And I thought, wow, I'm so glad I didn't write any domestic schmoop because there's no need for me to do it. With these two? IT WRITES ITSELF. These guys are a freaking walking romantic comedy unto themselves. It's frigging Marley and Me only with two dogs and TWO INCREDIBLY HOT AND ADORABLE GUYS instead of Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson and oh my God. Oh my God, people. It writes itself.

Tell me I'm not the only simpering sap out here who wondered -- at least in passing -- if Jared and Jensen spent Thanksgiving together.

I hope they did. Or they called each other. Or texted each other. Or something.

*simpers*

Sigh. Happy Thanksgiving.

Admit it...

You spent the whole day thinking about Jensen sleeping in Jared's house under a pile of dogs.

What's he wearing? I'm thinking t-shirt and sweatpants, or maybe t-shirt and pajama bottoms. Flannel pajama bottoms.

On his back, side or stomach? I see him on his side, one dog in front, one dog in the back, both of them draped over him. All three of them snoring.

And of course, Jared there, taking pictures.

GOD I love these guys. The dogs too!

Jared, talking about him and Jensen carrying on while working on different movies this summer:

"It was fun to call Jensen when he was working late. A few times he'd text me, 'Hey dude, you on set?' And I'd tell him I was off and going to sleep, so he'd make it a point to call a couple of hours later knowing I was asleep."

MY GOD, people! They're inseparable!




Posted by devidarkwolf at dean_sam