People should keep me away from the candy aisle.

[apocalypsos]

I can't find the link to the original but I was thinking about Gummi Bear Theater lately. I blame Misha, the big goober.

Gummi Bear Theater



This is Jensen. He is absolutely NOT Brad Pitt, but he is delicious and tastes like lemon.



This is Danneel. She is clearly evil. (Not pictured: The nun she's punching.)



Here we see Jensen and Danneel having an apologetic meeting with the puppy she kicked, played with Oscar-worthy depth and emotion by my squeezy squeaky squirrel.



This is Genevieve. She's probably not a beard. Maybe. Possibly.



This is Jared, pictured here with the Padacock released into the wild. (Not pictured: His ludicrously ginormous muscles, or that scary hairy thing that crawled onto his face and won't leave.)



Pictured: Jared's muscles. Mmm, muscles.



And this is Misha. Yes, I drew a smiley face on a gummi bear with a Sharpie.



Once upon a time in front of a room full of fangirls, Misha stood behind Jared and bent him over. The Padacock was not amused. Misha, however, was thrilled. (See, now you see why I needed the smile.)



Jared and Jensen share a mortgage, can't stop touching each other, and eat thick red meat together. None of those imply anything.



Genevieve and Danneel are not amused by Jensen and Jared's lack of implications.



Misha, however, is so damn happy his super-secret J2 PWP fic just came true he may never stop making Paul Gross arms or wipe that smile off his face. (Well, it IS drawn on with permanent marker.)



Misha was so happy he did a victory lap on the Padacock. Er, no blowjob pun intended.



And they all lived happily ever after in one big yummy sugary pile. Mmm, orgy.

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XD

Mmm, Jared's muscles! Now I want a pile of gummi worms.