Just a quick-and-dirty edit for two-bitoutlaw. No, I have no idea who was driving. I missed seeing the driving scene unfortunately :(
I tried to edit it so I could see who’s driving, but I still can’t make out any identifying featured. But to me, it does look like Meg’s sitting in the passenger side, and a man is driving. It’s most likely a stunt driver, but then I find it kind of hard to believe that they would leave him so visible. Or at least, not have Meg sitting next to him while he’s driving, so it’s less obvious there are two people in the car. But IDK.
I am gonna need ALL the Siken and Florence to get me through this hellatus. And bring on the fic fests!
you're my weak spot: thecapn: i wantthe winchesters to go to hell and then come back as...
i want
the winchesters to go to hell and then come back as demons and then fuck shit up and you as the viewer are sitting there like ‘OMG WAT NO THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE GOOD GUYS’ and you’re disgusted and terrified but honey badgers don’t care they aren’t here for you or me…
Supernatural filming 7.18
So this is WAY overdue, but I figure late is better than never.
I wasn’t even planning to go - I was actually planning on going to a Fringe shoot. But then Fringe wrapped early, and I heard SPN was on location. So, this is the story of how I ended up spending my Valentine’s watching Jensen and Jared *G*
Lots of fangirly rambling under the cut, but not a lot of pics.
And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.
