unamaga | Do they not have publicists?

I re-watched the Paley Festival last night, and my love for J-squared was reaffirmed. So, this morning I went looking for interviews with the two of them, because they really just write it for us, don't they, and guess what I found?

Interview in Norwegian magazine, TOPP; paraphrased from ecaths

Q: Who's the most famous celebrity you've made out with?
Jared: That has to be Jensen.
Jensen: [laughing] You wish.

Q: Was [your first celebrity crush] Pamela Anderson?
Jensen: No way, not Pamela. Can I get back to you on this?
Jared: Jensen's very gay. I've noticed it on set. [grinning]

Q: What's the first thing you do in the morning?
Jared: I masturbate to the Tom Cruise poster hanging on my wall.
Jensen: And you say I'm gay?
Jared: [looking nervously at the note takers]

Q: Do you walk around your house naked?
Both: Yes.
Jensen: I love walking around the house naked.
Jared: But, y'know, not while you're hard. That's uncomfortable. It's just wobbling around, so I keep my boxers on. [looking to Jensen]
Jensen: Nah, I don't mind. I like walking around freely. Why lock it up when you're at home? ...Time to change the subject.

I had almost forgotten how absolutely fabulous that interview is. Who wants to write the fic that's begging to be written? About Jensen and Jared realizing what they've said and panicking?

Oh, I love them so, so much.

In other news, Jensen is too pretty to be real. Oh, wait, that's not news.

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ETA: Since I've spent, like, the past fifty bazillion hours clicking over to this tab--

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Just...*flappy hands* SOMEONE HOLD ME.

ETA2: I promise I'll stop spamming eventually, but, omg, I just watched the beginning of "Skin" again, and, and..!!!! The music, and Dean when he turns to the SWAT with that calculating, blank expression and he freaking fingers the knife. I-I. Uh, yes. I..yes.

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SERIOUSLY ZOMG. He, like, FONDLES the thing. And it's all curvy and sexy to begin with....!!!

*ded*

And the LOOK he shoots at the swat guys!!! smoldering and that is the real reason he got away, because they all went weak in the knees and swooed when he looked at them!!

In the second run of it, when you see it from Dean's point of view? He leans in towards Rebecca, puts his hand over her mouth and says, "Shhhhhhh," really long and with that knife, and I swear to god I moaned out loud. Like, at full volume, too. JESUS.

*melts into puddle of goo*

OMG DEEN!! <-- that sums it up pretty well I think

NNNGH, MUH, MURF, GUH.

*dean-gasm*

*dean-gasm*
That so needs to be an icon! =D

DOO EEEET! *lays fic at your feet*

I'll do it tomorrow, right now I need to go to sleep. But I want that fic! ♥

One more thing, did you see this (http://dannyblue.livejournal.com/12483.html)? Our fandom rocks!!! We have our own game. \o/

YES OMG! We so win.

Name your poison, baby. :D

Oh you know the usual, some Sam/Dean always makes me happy. :D

but it would make me even happier if there was some Sam in pigtails involved

Are you alone?

Sam’s fingernails dig into his thigh, half-moon pinpricks of pain. “Yes,” he says hoarsely.

Where?

There’s a hissing crackle against his ear. Sam thinks it sounds like a zipper being pulled down. “In the bathroom. O-on the second floor.”

A laugh, throaty and harsh. Oh, this is gonna be good. Take off your pants, Sammy.

He barely hesitates, just stands up to shuck off his jeans and boxers, cradling the cell phone between his ear and shoulder. The porcelain of the tub’s ledge is cold under his bare ass when he sits down again, one leg in the tub and one leg out to brace himself.

His cock isn’t deterred by the cold, though, curving up against his belly. And the way he’s leaning, every breath presses the wet tip into his t-shirt; by the time his brother speaks again, he’s sweating and trying to arch his hips up for more of that rough friction.

Stop. Sam does immediately, breathing hard.

Wouldn’t want you wrinkling that pretty shirt of yours, Dean says slowly. Sam can hear a hitch in his breathing, like he’s just palmed the head of his own cock. Lean back, spread your legs. Yeah…play with yourself.

Sam moans and does as he’s told, trailing his fingers down his chest and around his thighs, cupping his balls.

O.O
*is brainded*

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guh!
zomg I can just hear Dean's voice saying that! *is a puddle on the floor*

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