Don't touch that.

I--uh, hi there. My name is Jensen... Please don't touch anything... including me. ~*~*~ Magic Anon: (none) Please read the about page. Hate free, panfandom.

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

Until further notice, this blog is on indefinite hiatus. You my contact me by skype: invisibleandheartless or by AIM: darkestdeanwinchester

otherwise I will not be on this account.

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

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Jensen is absolutely enthralled by Jared and by Jared wanting him of all people. He is feeling very self conscious every time that he and Jay meet face to face (Hell even over texting he's constantly obsessing if he's saying the right things) and he wants to be everything Jared wants. He loves Jared, with every fiber of his being, but he isn't sure how to say it directly without seeming needy. (or saying it "too soon".)

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

Reblog for Song M!As (Feel Free to Add Some)

Angel With A Shotgun: Muse is an angel and believes he/she must fight for the person they love (Anon chooses time and person)

Bad:Muse becomes a "bad boy/girl" for 4 hours

Sleazy: Muse gives (anon choses) a sexual dance

Flesh: Muse is horny and wants to have rough sex(ex.being thrown against a wall and bitten)(Anon chooses time)

Heart Vacancy: Muse can't love for 5 hours

Love Me Love Me:Muse wants to be told 'I love you' from everyone and kisses all who do. (Anon decides time)

Made of Stone: Muse has no emotions for 8 hours

S&M:Muse wants to have S&M sex (Anon decides if Muse is S or M and with who)

Whipped Cream: Muse wants everything with whipped cream on it for 3 hours

The Best Damn Thing: Muse thinks they are God's Gift to the world for 7 hours

I Wanna: Muse wants to touch everybody for 5 hours

Nice Guys Finish Last: Muse becomes a proper lady/gentleman

Hot Mess: Muse looks all ruffled up and sexy for a day

One of the Boys: Muse is genderbent

She Wolf: Muse becomes sexually deviant, enjoys being teased, and dirty talk

Take It Off: Muse takes off an article of clothing every time their name is said.(Anon decides how long)

Animal I Have Become: Muse becomes an animal (Anon's choice)

Wish We Were Older: Muse is a child for 8 hours

Tell Me What To Do: Muse is a slave to Anon's choice

Word I Couldn't Say: Muse is mute for a 4 hours

I'm Gonna Getcha Good: Muse pursues Anon's choice till they are theirs

Hero: Muse thinks they are a superhero (Anon decides time)

Just a Game: Muse believes everything is a game/competition for 5 hours

Lady Marmalade: Muse tries to seduce everyone for 8 hours

In Another Life: Muse has no memory of current life (Anon decides time)

Remember You: Muse forgets (Anon chooses person) for a day

Superstar: Muse thinks (or is, Anon's choice) they are famous/rich for 8 hours

Dear Mr. President: Muse voices their opinion on EVERYTHING for 5 hours

Lucky: Muse falls in love with their best friend for 4 hours

Paper Planes: Muse believes they are a rapper for 2 hours

Build God, Then We'll Talk: Muse is pregnant (Anon decides how long and whose baby)

Just another part of me: Muse get's split in half and has to deal with having a twin. (Lasts 5 hours)

[thatpsychoker]

put a "✖" and a url in my askbox to find out what my character thinks of that character

[disillusionedhumanityarchive]

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

*yawns, stretching in his office building before lying his forehead down on the desk, figuring that he could relax here for a few minutes*

[brothersundermistletoe-deactiva]

[smartalecx5-494-deactivated2013]

[winchesters-bitch-blog]

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

I really am tired of feeling like I have to hide my emotions, because I hide everything from everybody. The only time I feel like I don't have to hide my emotions is when I'm somewhat happy, it's like, because I'm a guy I have to hide when I'm feeling sad or when I'm feeling in pain because I have to be strong for everybody around me.

I'm tired of being strong for everybody else and not myself, but I'm also fucking terrified of reaching out and trying to tell somebody that I'm hurting because I'm afraid of being a nuance or some annoying little shit, or maybe they'll judge me. I don't know what people are thinking across the computer, I can't see your expressions, I can't see your reactions to my text posts or my texts period and that scares me because I constantly freak out if you truly like talking to me or not.

And I tend to disappear from online activities because I get so worked up, so freaked out if I don't have constant reassurance. I'm so needy and nobody needs a needy crappy boyfriend or friend in the first place because it saps energy from people.

I think I'm freaking out from the idea of going to my trip on the fourth.. It's only two days away. Christ...

[causeheavenisoverrated]

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

Just so that everybody is clear, I will not be on much on January 4th due to the fact that I will be travelling to New Mexico.

[smartalecx5-494-deactivated2013]

[SMS Message; Jen; 9:22 PM]: Okay. Just let me know when you're ready to meet up.

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

Not sure how to feel about this and somewhat panicked by this idea, Jensen set his phone down before he walked to his dresser where he counted the drawers for a half an hour, then he counted how many pairs of socks he had, how many pairs of boxer briefs he had before grabbing a set of each. Jensen then counted the number of shirts while trying to decide which one to grab for the night out, he finally settled with counting and picked a shirt as well as a pair of dark blue jeans.

He walked to his bathroom where he carefully stripped down, placed the items neatly on the sink before grabbing a towel from the built in closet in the bathroom. The writer turned the water on to be just right for him before taking his glasses off and setting them on the sink, on top of his washed clothes before he stepped into the shower and counted the minutes he was inside of the shower.

Once he felt clean enough and he felt ready to face Jared, the writer stepped out of the empty tub, he quietly dried himself off with an even amount of rubs on each spot on his skin, then he dressed himself quietly and smoothly before placing his glasses on his face. Jensen brushed his teeth almost to the point of his gums bleeding before he skillfully styled his hair to appear professional but also a 'going out' hair style.

Finally pleased with his appearance an hour and a half after he agreed to go out with Jared; the writer walked off to his foyer with his phone in his left hand and his wallet in his back pocket. Now came the task of trying to get his shoes on...

Fifteen minutes later, his shoes were tied perfectly and he had grabbed his keys and placed them in his free front pocket, Jensen then picked out a black jacket and slid it on before he finally texted the other man back.

[SMS message; Jay; 10:47 PM]: I'm ready. I'm sorry it took so long.

[fndm-rparchive-deactivated20180]

…Can I help you with something?

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

Just tell me where the nearest, cleanest bathroom is please.

[fndm-rparchive-deactivated20180]

Uhh… That way, I think. *points behind him*

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

*looks in the direction that was pointed before looking back at the man before him* Thank you. *turns to walk off, but pauses instead* Are you sure it's clean? *tries not to sound... disgusted* I don't mean to be rude..

[askcastiel]

Dean?

[askcastiel]

*gazes at him when he pauses, not saying a word he just stands there before he tilts his head, his brows furrowed a little* You are not? Then you are new to me. *casually takes a step closer, ignoring the “personal space”-rule just as always* ….a writer? What do you write? *stares right into his eyes like the answer would lie in them, well, for the angel it does* 

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

*takes a few hurried steps back away from the other man as he tried to get closer to him* F-Fiction, murder mystery.. F-fantasy-- why are you staring at me like that? Do I have something on m-my face?

[yourpennsylvania-deactivated201]

send me 'shy' if you want to talk to me but are too afraid

[waywardfather-deactivated201305]

Shifting his hands from his jacket pockets, to the back pockets of his jeans, he continued to observe his current surroundings. Dark, tired hues scanned for signs, be it street signs down the way a piece from him, or hell, even building signs. Anything to clue him in as to where he was. Tempted to simply start roaming on, he was stopped, when he noticed a young man step up to him. He seemed rather nervous.. “I uh.. I think so.. Definitely lost, though..”

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

Lost? Oh, that's great. This guy looked like he had rolled around in the dirt for a few minutes before running around and being generally all sweaty and it disturbed Jensen that they were so close.

Forcing a grimace away, the writer offered the other man a light smile. "You're on 15th Avenue, in Great Barrington, Massachusetts." His tone was filled with general over all anxiousness, but he seemed to try to appear less nervous than he was probably letting on. "D-do you need a cab...?" Jensen tried to make the question far less rude, mainly because he was ready to call 911 if he felt like this guy needed it (read: if this guy tried to attack him).

[governmentofficial]

I’m afraid I don’t know exactly. However, I can lend you some money so you can get a cab there?

Are you okay, sir? You look a little… Not good.

[jendonttouchackles-blog]

*nods his head at the second question* I'm fine... Do the cabs accept American money...?