complete strangers and then 3 episodes in we get this
Fun fact: In between filming the pilot and the second episode, Jared and Jensen got jumped outside a bar and pretty much literally saved each others lives.
This is what I imagined happened immediately after:
I FOUND IT:
TV Guide: Is it true that you and Jared had a bonding experience when you were attacked by some rowdy Canadians?
Ackles: You mean when Jared, his buddy Jordan and I were jumped by seven or eight guys? There had been this fight at a bar and these guys got kicked out. They were pretty tanked. This one girl sees me walking by and says, “That’s the guy,” meaning she knew me from the show, but they thought I was some guy she had been fighting with. They started swinging at me and it was an all-out brawl.
TV Guide: How’d you do?
Ackles: We got away and put two of them in the hospital. I got away first, then I turned around and saw three or four guys teaming up on Jared. I was like, “Oh, man!” I ran back in and I was fly-kicking at some kid, hit another guy, grabbed Jared’s shirt — of course, I ripped his favorite shirt — and I was yelling “C’mon, let’s get out of here!” We were pretty tight after that.
Disneyland was absolutely wonderful despite the hiccups along the way. The employees there deserve a huge round of applause because they are so perfectly nice and kind even in bad situations. I fainted yesterday because of heat exhaustion/ dehydration and they handled the whole situation so efficiently and they were so nice the whole time and I am so very grateful 🏰💗
white noise and white sheets. start off gentle and end violently. we melt the winter off our cold skin until were sticking to the sheets. its not like a song. its not like poetry. its not the choppy quick scenes in R-rated movies. its real. you feel the pain. you feel the pleasure. you feel that warm hand on the small of your neck and you dig your nails deep. you fight back. you lose everything and you fade away. the city outside your window goes quiet. the lights in your room start to dim. you stop caring about work. you stop caring about bills. you stop caring about everything. stronger than six shots of whiskey deep, your body feels weak. you swallow each breath i take and you spit it out. you stop caring about being loud. and for just a split second you die. no suicide note. no last words. just a feeling of being lost in peace.