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Pov : Your annoying boss asks you and your colleagues to promote the studio you work at, which you hate more than anything in the world and which has prevented you from touching grass for 3 weeks, at a fancy event
Also, diversity wins ! The murderous, neurodivergent composer you’re in love with since 2017 says ‘Trans rights’ !
#Norman’s smiling in the first pic#he is#he’s trying his best#music department#and wally#fuck it the music department adopted Wally and that’s FACTS#Also ! Trans rights !#god bless Landon#batdr#batim#bendy and the dark revival#bendy and the ink machine#norman polk#wally franks#wally covering the bendy cutout because he’s so stupid I love him#bendy the devil#susie campbell#jack fain#sammy lawrence#trans rights#also mentioned#joey drew
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Opening Line Patterns
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!
Tagged by my friemd @thekuraning :3 Now let's see what we have!
(Also gonna add the gift fic I did becase it is published, just not on my ao3. SOOO)
Request fic for Kura (Pokemon, Professor Elm/His wife)
So getting mutated into a ho-oh hybrid by a spiked energy drink was a shit time (Understatement, it was painful and his favorite shirt had gotten torn as the wings pushed themselves out of his back)
Rough Awakening (Pokemon, Professor Elm/Professor Birch)
He hated waking up with a pounding headache.
All Alone On a Friday Night? (Pokemon, Professor Rowan/Proton)
Friday night in Sandgem. Usually Professor Oskar Rowan would still be busy or would be winding down by reading stories from his personal stash of books, and if he was feeling spicy, a trashy supernatural romance novel. Lucas was out of town on vacation, and the silence of the lab was only occasionally interrupted by the almost inaudible noises from some Cricketot outside.
A perfectly normal office party at OsCorp (Raimi Spiderman Trilogy, Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn)
Norman invites Otto to this special OsCorp event. He says that you cant go alone to the event/must bring another person and otto doesnt really question it. He will socialize, drink, eat and be merry and then go home for a gold nights sleep. It is a regular party after all, right?
Aqua-chan's and Jasper-Senpai's super sugoi kawaii ugu lovey dovey adventure!!! (Steven Universe, Jasper/Aquamarine)
Jasper was in her last year of school. She had been branded as a troublemaker by everyone around her, classmates, teachers, hell, it even seemed as if the headmaster herself was on the verge of expelling her. But it wasn’t her fault that she got in trouble all the time! She didn’t mean to! Ever since Pink-Senpai left….
Yellow and Blue Pearl find a job (Steven Universe, Yellow Pearl & Blue Pearl)
After a long series of events including accusations of treason, refusing to follow orders, and calling Blue Diamond a “Soggy Ghost”, Blue and Yellow Pearl had fled Homeworld to live their lives on earth. They had thought the rebels would house them somewhere after hearing their whole story, but apparently they no longer had vacancy in any of their bases.
Kevin, Ex-Human (Steven Universe, Jamie/Kevin)
Kevin had just finished another day being the simply the best. He had just won a bunch of races against those beach city kids (No sight of those two kids who could turn into a lady? Dude? Whatever, he won that time). He would get home, take a long awaited shower, and text his boyfriend. Maybe send a couple of risky pics. Kevin smiled to himself, blasted his music louder and rolled his windows down.
Too Many Cookies (Steven Universe, Blue Zircon/Yellow Zircon)
Blue was heading back to her and Yellow’s cozy little apartment. She had spent the day with Greg, going to get books and tapes, and Yellow had opted to stay at their apartment, citing “she had important things to do”.
A Vignette from Prison (Steven Universe, Blue Zircon/Yellow Zircon)
They did not belong in prison. Actually, correction, Blue did, because like a complete an utter clod she just had to accuse not one but BOTH of the present diamonds in the shattering of the highly beloved and esteemed pink diamond. Now from being esteemed members of society, they were assigned to make limb-enhancer components with common crooks! Extremely dangerous ones even! Their clothes had been replaced by red jumpsuits with no insignia (they were now unworthy to be even assigned a court!)
Dream a Little Dream of Me (Steven Universe, Blue Zircon/Yellow Zircon)
It had been a tiring week. The same damned emissary of the court of nightmares had been turning her dreams sour. Why her specifically, it just did not click with her. In a certain way, this bothersome emissary was almost like her counterpart, same build, same long nose, even the same protective stone! Their only marked difference was in the colors they sported, the rival emissary dressed mainly in blacks with hints of yellow, while she sported calming hues of blue and hints of white, and their haircuts, the nightmare’s more spike-like and hers more of a sloping crescent.
First of damn, I almost posted here everything I ever posted akkdjfsdf. Also the two unfinished fics are haunting my nightmares aaaaaa.
Will say, I notice how as time went on my opening lines became shorter? I also tend to use some sort of pronoun, or the charaters name and mantion the current location.
TAGGING MOOTS THAT I KNOW POST STUFF @norobocock @jonphaedrus @tsukidrama and if anybody else wanna participate feel free to!
Anyway read rough awakening plz
#the jaspermarine joke fic title gave me psychic damage#IDK if i will finish the unfinished fics#but i want to someday#also finish the courtshipping week prompts
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Carol/Melissa pictures and leaks while filming in France. She's definitely back! Spinoff is looking like multiple seasons. Have any thoughts on what a longer show might look like?
These are the only pictures I've seen. If there are more, please send them to me.
These are...wildly inconclusive.
Look, I'll say what I say every time I'm asked this:
If there IS a season 2, and Melissa IS going to be in it, cool. I would actually like that because way back in S5, they foreshadowed that Daryl and Carol would find Beth together. All that would mean is that they did a season 1 without MMB so she could have a break and get her affairs in order (which is--gasp!--exactly what all the actors and writers said was happening) and then she'll be in season 2.
But I will also say that just because she's there doesn't automatically mean anything. I don't see any cameras, she's not in costume, and I definitely don't see Norman in these pictures.
So, while it doesn't bother me either way, these pics still don't prove much. I don't look at these and think anything is "confirmed." Just my opinion, though.
Xoxo! ☀️💓
@wdway:
Yes, I saw this about a week or so ago and I went to the caryler sites to read what they think is going on, they're so excited. I should say originally I saw the picture on the left. Okay here's my understanding, the day this person was spotted and I'm not saying this isn't Melissa I'm just saying I'm suspicious.
There was a cast call a while back for a gray headed woman and so I'm assumed a stand in for Carol, someone that could be filmed from a distance or simply standing in for her, whatever stands usually do. Remember they were looking for someone that could be a younger version of Daryl and then an older man so it's not like they were just looking for someone for the Carol character.
When the first picture on the left dropped that's what people were saying that this was probably the stand in. You can see her head's down and she's not wanting to really be seen. Then suddenly a week or so later the other one showed up and supposedly people some reliable source on set said, yes, Melissa, Carol. The thing is no one's got a clear picture.
There's also a script page supposedly that's been dropped but it's just one page and one little part that says something to about s1e6 Carol on a motorcycle. The carylers have gone wild over this and they're sure that now that Melissa is in France then she will dominate the second season, because guess what, apparently Norman isn't in France. So it's just out there and I get it, I mean if we had heard of a sighting of Emily, yeah, we'd be going crazy too. So I can't blame them for that.
I want us to take a close look at what they're so very excited about.
@galadrieljones:
If you look really closely that may not actually be Melissa. You could be right.
@wday:
My first thought was that this is the same person from the other photograph the one with the head down but just on the other side of the car. It looks like it's a gray/silver vehicle from what little you can see. Then I looked at the person and I thought, "well maybe that is Melissa," but there was something about it that was driving me crazy. I stared at the picture for a long time, we can't see her eyes because of the sun glasses (conveniently) but then it hit me!
Think about it how many times have you seen Melissa give a toothy smile! That's when I went and just searched through pictures of Melissa, some in costume, some in regular clothing, I can't tell you the number of different photographs I looked at but there was a lot and out of all of them I only saw her smiling a toothy smile two times. One was from the final episode, the scene when Carol is in Alexandria and she's running to hug Aaron. She gives a big toothy smile. The other time I found a smiling photograph, I want to say a group photograph, but that's the only two times I could find her smiling with her teeth showing.
It's out of character for her to have a big toothy smile and I certainly question it if there are people trying to take pictures of her that she obviously does want taken but who knows. There was something else nagging at me and I thought, "okay, let me think about Melissa, what stands out about her."
You know I do portraits so everybody has certain little things that just makes them unique and one of Melissa's big ones is (I know this will sound crazy) if you think about it it's her nose nostrils they somewhat flair. They're very distinct. When people do sketches of her it's always something that's if they get it right they definitely have it right and if not it's not going to look like Melissa. I go back to the photograph trying very hard to see her nostrils I get hit over the head again oh period If you have one of the few pictures of Melissa then France and you're so very proud of getting this exclusive story then why the hell do you put, The Walking Dead France across her face.
I'm not saying this isn't Melissa but I am very, very suspicious about this photograph. The smile is out of character, we can't see her eyes and they seem to have gone out of their way to block a portion of her face with writing. That and that there's no other photographs, like I said very suspicious.
@wdway:
I'll go and try to find the thing about Carol on the motorcycle so you can see what they're getting so excited about. Just like the above photograph I'm very suspicious about this also. Then again maybe that's what the stand in was for, although the day that she was supposedly shooting Norman wasn't there.
@galadrieljones
All good points. If you look closely too she looks a bit heavier than Melissa in the neck area. And you’re right, like I’d you’re so sure it’s her and so proud why are you plastering “TWD FRANCE” over the bottom half of her face?
I also I guess I don’t understand other ppl and where they get this stuff. That could just be a picture of some older lady in a silver suv that somebody plastered “TWD FRANCE” over her face and said it’s Carol. I mean maybe it is Melissa (tho the more I look the less it looks like her) or maybe it’s her body double. But maybe it’s not. What makes ppl just take this stuff at face value?
@wdway:
@galadrieljones
I found this one too of her smiling big
@wdway
I even included one that we can see her smile a little bit with her teeth. Also I found the one with her and Andy and she has sunglasses on it's almost the same pose as the questionable one.
The big script giveaway which has caused such a stir and gave hopes in the hearts of the carylers. Carol is going to be in the end of season 1 and dominate season 2.
@galadrieljones
So this could be a script page for a flashback scene, and that could be a Carol double. …?
Okay??
Were all these things leaked at around the same time? You can’t convince me that’s not on purpose.
Maybe I’m just too rational but I feel ppl are too gullible lol
@wdway
Great picture of Melissa smiling big with her teeth showing. I'm not saying there's not pictures of her that way and she has a very pretty smile I'm just saying it's not her usual smile.
@galadrieljones
If I saw a hint of Beth I would be researching fiercely, refusing to get my hopes up until something was 100% verified. These ppl see one lady with short gray hair and the name “Carol Peletier” printing on a blurry piece of paper and suddenly all of season 2 is about Caryl and their wedding vows I mean come on
@wdway
Remember those pictures of Leah with blonde hair. I think you're one of the first people to check it out. You jumped right on it and we found out very quickly actress that plays Leah.
They're talking about how Melissa has been in France since April and yet the only photograph anybody can get is that car one. Not saying it's not Melissa but it's almost verges on being sad, I do not want to be sorry for the carylers.
I guess you could consider all the talk good for the Daryl spinoff although they've been so negative towards Norman. I really am disappointed that Melissa hasn't stepped in to shut all this craziness down. She is not a victim. Just because people don't like her decisions and they should not be blaming everybody else. If she has been mistreated by Gimple and TWD then it's her voice that needs to be heard.
@galadrieljones
Yeah I agree. I feel like tptb does this stuff to them because they know they’ll eat it right up. They just see what they want to see.
@wdway
I stand corrected since mid-march.
@galadrieljones
Her silence seems to imply she has nothing to say. Like I feel whatever did happen she is a professional and if she felt the need to explain she would.
Lol what I don’t understand. That’s a pic of Norman with two women and an unrelated picture of a woman who looks like MMB in a car. How does that equate to her being in France since mid March lol
@wdway
I have absolutely no idea. Then again we're the delusional ones.
@galadrieljones
The fact that we self-identify as Delusional is perhaps the best proof that we’re not the delusional ones. Self-awareness is everything lol.
#beth greene#beth greene lives#beth is alive#beth is coming#td theory#td theories#team delusional#team defiance#beth is almost here#bethyl
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Veteran Author of The Month: September 2021
The featured veteran author for September is a well-known and beloved name in the fandom, @rckyfrk !
Rckyfrk can be found on AO3 and FFN under the same penname.
When asked what got her into Bethyl and what the fandom means to her, she said:
I did not start watching TWD until late into Season 3. I don’t do well with horror. My husband would watch and I would just read a book in our bedroom or something. Well, one fateful night, I needed to get some work done on my laptop and didn’t feel like sitting in bed to get it finished, so I just stayed in the living room (our house was teeny tiny - there weren’t a lot of other places to go), and I turned so I wasn’t looking at the TV, plugged in my headphones, and got to work. Well, I glanced over and there was the wonder that is Daryl Dixon gracing my screen. I was instantly intrigued. (I believe my exact words were, “Who is that? What is he...DON’T DO THAT THERE’S ZOMBIES THERE!” and I was instantly hooked. Dammit. I found that as long as I could watch some of the behind the scenes stuff on how they make the walkers, it took some of the horror out of it and I could just focus on the artistry of all the makeup and stuff. Season 4 premiere, we had some friends come over for a “watching party,” (remember those?) and I was actually up getting refills for everyone (being the good hostess that I am) so I completely missed the hug in Beth’s cell and when I came back into the room, NO ONE THOUGHT THAT WAS IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO TELL ME ABOUT. (I thought they were my friends…) So I really didn’t start *shipping* Bethyl until “Alone.” I mean, I saw how close they were getting during “Still,” but I guess I didn’t realize what I was really seeing, you know? (Keep in mind, I was still a relatively new fan and had missed most of Season 3 and THE HUG.) Anyway, I couldn’t stand waiting for the next week to find out what happened to Beth, and thus began the ONLY time I have EVER looked for spoilers. That’s how I happened upon this crazy thing called “fan fiction,” (I honestly had never known such a thing existed before that fateful search.) I got to know some of the Bethyl writers, and someone suggested joining tumblr and writing my own stories, and the rest is history.
Bethyl is the only pairing I’ve actually, actively shipped, before or after. The only two characters I’ve invested time in. The only two I’ve cried over (just ask @jbird9...hubs has seen me go through all kinds of emotions over these two). My boys can identify Beth and Daryl (they’ve NEVER seen an episode, not even a commercial for TWD, but recognize them from pics I’ve shown them.) The Bethyl fandom has brought me to meet some wonderful people, who probably know me better than members of my actual family. This fandom has been such a bright spot in my life, and has been so supportive even when the well has been dry for years (at least as far as new content from the show). I love you guys.
For her personal fic rec list, she recommends:
(Ugh. I’m really hesitant to come up with personal lists because I’ve read SO MANY WONDERFUL STORIES and I don’t want to leave any of them out, but I also know my brain and I’m not always the best at recalling names and places when I need to. I do want to give some love to:)
@gneebee [AO3]
Love’s Highway and One Cold Night live in my head rent free
@piper1016 (basically anything she’s written) [AO3]
@inkinmytea (Audriss) [AO3]
especially By Any Other Name
These ladies have been super supportive of my writing, and I can’t thank them enough.
I also really miss Pussyfoot by SaraiVe
is this how you say hello (in the zombie apocalypse) by the queen conquers (dastardly_dame)
Also, @leftmywingshome [AO3]
and @majicmarker [AO3]
who not only write amazing Bethyl stories, but have their own original work published, all of which I strongly recommend reading.
There’s about a gazillion other stories that I’d like to recommend, but we’d be here all day if I listed them all. PLEASE don’t feel left out or disheartened if I didn’t pull your name from the deep recesses of my brain. I swear I’m not doing it on purpose. There are so many gifted writers in this fandom - we are SO lucky! - and I truly do appreciate @ultimatebethylficlist for recognizing the veterans and newbies equally.
Rckyfrk’s Works & Personal Thoughts:
Lady in Red and Man in Black
Summary: It's finally the big day, Maggie and Glenn's wedding day. Beth is maid of honor, Daryl is the best man. - This started as a one-shot/prompt for Bethyl Week on Tumblr, but has evolved into becoming a full-sized story.
Thoughts: I miss these babies. I had to take a break to try and get Terms and Conditions going because they are so drastically different from it, but now it’s been so long I almost have to get T & C out of my system before I can get my head back in the syrupy sweetness. Lady in Red started as a prompt (technically two) WAY back in the day. We’re talking back in the summer of 2014. The first two chapters received such a supportive response that it took on a life of its own, but it was solely from Beth’s POV, and I had Daryl in my head basically screaming to be heard, so Man in Black made its way in. The goal is to get MiB caught up with LiR, then write them simultaneously (mainly so no one knows what will be coming next and the reader gets to decide which “side” to read first).
Terms and Conditions
Summary: It was Beth's first time in Atlanta by herself when the world decided to end. When she lost her way home, she winds up meeting a crossbow-toting man with steel blue eyes and a smile that gives her chills. This is not your typical Bethyl story - imagine if Daryl were more like Merle.
Thoughts: I think this is the darkest thing I’ve written (and really, it’s not even that dark). I had this idea in my head for Daryl to be a lot more like Merle and all these little scenarios kept popping into my head of Beth “taming the beast,” and having them slowly fall in love despite how they met and him being a total jerk - at least in the beginning. I think there’s only going to be a couple more chapters of this one, I just need to buckle down and write them. Maybe that’s why I’m dragging my feet to do it.
And once upon a time, I was writing a non-Bethyl story called “Summer of Learning,” which is actually kind of misleading. Back to that summer of 2014, where I was going through some fandom drama and was about to give up writing and tumblr all together when this group of Norman fans (we called ourselves his Harem...I miss you @basswipe and @unicorns-and-myblacksoul) came along and included me into their shenanigans. Anyway, they gave me the prompt “Imagine Sean Patrick Flanery is your dad’s best friend and teaches you everything there is to know about sex.” In the story, the main character’s parents are Norman and Emily, so it’s...Bethyl adjacent?
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EMMA REALLY IS SELFISH. (RAY TOO BUT HE'S MORE SUBTLE)
At least, when it comes to Norman. Mainly, anyway.
Because darn it these parallels are here again wrecking havoc in my mind and showing, emphasizing what we may have missed before.
I didn't see it before. But this. This is really really selfish.
In this scene Emma was willing to throw away everything. She was risking every single thing they have planned for for months to escape.
It wasn't a heroic moment. It wasn't a moment where the main character was upright and courageous, doing the right thing for the greater good. Because it wasn't the right thing to do. Norman's shipment was the way to go. (Even Ray who loves Norman maybe as much as Emma did had accepted this) Emma's plan of letting him escape in front of mama wasn't.
It was a pure act of selfishness. She didn't want to lose him. And she was losing him. He was going to die and whatshouldshedo?
Emma is a smart girl. She knows what she was doing. She knew the consequences if she succeeded. And even then, she did it anyway.
She had been willing to expose the very device everybody needed to escape. Her leg, that was very much important if she ever hoped to make it out of GF. Ray's six years of planning.
All of it was negligible compared to Norman's life. She was willing to sacrifice it all: Her chances of survival, Ray's six years, Everybody's means for escape.
It was selfish. Stupidly selfish that even Norman snapped at her for what she tried to do.
She didn't succeed here. Norman was shipped out. And she believed he was dead.
I might be bias because I love Norman and everything, but reading the arc after the escape, I think a part of Emma died with Norman.
Even after finding out about Connie's, and those who were shipped out before death, Emma still managed to be herself. She was genuinely happy and hopeful and simply a burst of sunshine and kindness. All of them were going to escape. They would all make it out of there alive.
She was Emma. She was awake to the reality of this harsh world, but she was whole. Complete. She was strong. With him by her side, they would all make it out of GF.
They had lost many but they would move on. Move forward.
But his death hit her hard. Connie's and their other siblings' death couldn't compare. Norman was different. He always had been. It was like she lost a part of her. Maybe she did.
With Norman, the brain, the man with the plans, the stronghold, gone, they needed someone else to be their torch to guide them. While very tactical and independent, Ray was never a leader. He was a supporter. He was the ace. He was an important key but he was never the one to open the door. So, Emma had to step up to fill up Norman's role.
She had to fill Norman's shoes. Had to be strong. Had to be the family's new guide to this unknown world. But... was she still whole?
In GF, it was like she was looking at a future. A future for all of them to live on. To live happily with everyone.
But after his death, she was moving forward for the mere sake of her family. To keep them alive. It wasn't very optimistic anymore. It was selfless. She devoted her life for the sake of her family. For their survival. Maybe even for keeping her last promise to Norman. Not for her future happiness anymore.
Emma had to grow out of naiveity. Learned how to hunt. To gather neccesities. To kill. Because she loved her family. And they needed her.
Even in Goldy Pond, she knew she couldn't die. Her family was waiting for her. She had things to do. Cattle children to liberate. A future that would keep them all safe. A promise to uphold.
Time was good to the family. To Emma. Maybe sewed up wounds of the past. She moved on. With Ray, her family and his memory, she moved forward. But we never really see Emma catch her breath, do we? Never really do anything for herself anymore. Never act like her age and make cute little gestures we all loved back at GF. It was always for survival. And it's kind of understandable given the situation. But even then, we see the other kids being really happy, genuinely happy and living.
Even as a leader, she was entitled to do so. Back at GF, she did but now, it was all about plans and actions for Emma.
I think maybe it's because she never really had time to properly grieve him. Between planning for escape and surviving outside, there's little room to hurt. And with all these little kids looking up to her as a pillar of support, she can't manage to show her pain. It's always bottled up; her pain for losing him.
But that changes.
We see in chapter 119 the sweet relief, the explosion of emotion from our sweet little girl who had to mother all her siblings. A throwback to her old self. (We even see her clothes and shoes change back to her past. Can't put it here coz of 10 pic limit.)
The moment she sees him, something clicks. Something breaks and something goes back to place.
For a moment, she forgets. All her plans. Her family. Survival.
Everything. She drops the very pen that kept them alive for years. And rushes forward. Because suddenly, she was whole again. There he is. The part she was missing. Her ultimate regret. Right in front of her. Breathing, smiling, saying her name as he did in her dreams.
For the first time in so long. Emma finally feels. And she feelsfeelsFEELS.
And for a moment, she was herself. Whole, happy and carefree. He was there. And finally, she was given a second chance.
But then... she sees something else.
Something that binds him.
Something that reminds her of how she lost him in the first place.
There was a familiar tug holding him down again. A weight on his shoulders familiar to her own responsibilities but also so collossal in its difference to hers.
She sees him there, the same gentle person he was before, but he was buried in this obligation and desire to build a new and better world for every cattle children.
He was the same but he was so far away. He was here but he wasn't free. It was shipment day all over again. The entire cattle children's fate on his hands.
And she sees. Sees how probable it is for her to lose him again. Yeah. There's this fact that genocide is evil and there are other ways (pipe dreams) to liberate cattle children but in this scene...
Emma just doesn't want him to go away again.
And she may have to lose him again. For good this time. May it be his life or humanity there's a really big chance that she's losing him in exchange of complete liberty.(I've discussed this on my post about Norman's 0 love for himself).
She's a smart girl. She knows the consequences of her deliberately opposing Norman's plans.
Knows how little their chance of survival in her plans compared to his. But her plans doesn't include mass murder.
Her plans doesn't include him sacrificing himself.
To put it roughly, her plans saves cattle children less and Norman more and demons most haha.
Because, noone would lose anything in Norman's plan. There is only gain for their growing family. And everybody else approves. Ecstatic, even. Only Norman has to bear this weight. And he was willing to do so.
But Emma (and Ray) wasn't. She can't.
So Emma decides. She's selfish again. Wants for her happiness again. She risks everything again. For this pipe dream of hers.
Because she can't lose him for a second time. Can't sacrifice this newfound wholesome.
In chapter 130, she finally admits. She was finally able to be honest and carefree to show her family her feelings about GF escape. How it wasn't a success. Because he wasn't there.
Here, Emma was finally herself again. Her bottled up feelings are all out in the open. We see a different Emma. It's not just for survival anymore.
She sees a future again. Where Norman is there. She hopes not only for lives saved. But for smiles too. She's hopeful again.
That's why she leaves. She bears a little of his weight he carries because his freedom means hers as well.
Norman brought back Emma's sense of self again. It's more than just her family now. Because he's alive. The chain of regret she's carried for so long is cut down. And there's something to look forward to again.
And she's selfish enough not to let him give himself for the sake of cattle children.
She's selfish enough to fight for her desire to keep him. Selfish enough to fight even him to save him from himself.
Because Emma isn't having this. She's not losing him. Never again.
Emma is selfish. If it meant him returning to her with no new series of burdens and decisions to atone for, then she's willing to drag everybody and gauge this pipe dreams of her into reality.
And she repeatedly admits it.
This stubborn, bull-headed girl we love isn't gonna lose him. Not this time. Never again. So look out Norman.
I applaud this girl for giving much love to the boi who needs it as much as he deprives himself of it. (And that Ray loves both Norman and Emma to support her in this.)
#tpn#tpn norman#a promised neverland#the promised neverland#tpn spoilers#yakusoku no neverland#norman#yyn#tpn emma#norman and emma#writing#tpn ch 128#tpn ch 129#tpn ray#ray#emma#normanxemma#noremma#tpn analysis
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Day 5 Bayeux and East
Okay this post is 1 day late. Hoping to get caught up here. Today we packed up and got ready to move further East so that biking to Juno and Gold beach wouldn’t be ridiculously far. First though, Eric and Regine gave us a tour of their “little zoo”. Their property is huge! We started out by visiting the Koi fish, who by the way, are really friendly and like to be pet! Then moved on to see the ducks and horses. The cats were sleeping. There are apparently, extra ducks hanging out at their place because they are entering hunting season here. Regine said the ducks know that their pond is safe. The dogs (5) followed us almost the entire tour- all 5 of them are rescue dogs from various parts of the world! So basically Regine is me just 40 years later! She is living the farm sanctuary. At the end we got to meet their bunny who was sooo cute and WAY bigger than little Pipkin.
Eric told us a bit more about the history here in WWII. He was of course born after, but his parents remembered. He said basically, the Germans came in and occupied the region nearer the end of the war, then they left June 6, came back from June 7-8, and then left again. Shortly after that, the Americans rolled in. He didn’t mention if this property was occupied, or used by either side. We did learn that his house is from the late 17th century! Good grief!
We packed up our stuff and said goodbye. I almost felt like I wanted to hug them, but at the risk of being awkward, I went for the handshake. We started headed NE, but decided to stop at the German war cemetery on the way. This was a very interesting experience. It is a simple place, there is one large statue in the middle but in comparison to the American cemetery, it’s just...less. You can understand why. There are over 22 000 German soldiers buried here, 2000 of which were SS officers. The cemetery and corresponding exhibit centre really focused on peace for all, that everyone deserves a proper burial and a grave site. This is much easier to understand for the regular German soldier, many of whom were forced to fight, but the SS? Ugh, that’s harder pill to swallow. Despite my mixed emotions, I tried to take the perspective of peace.
We moved along to Bayeux. This wasn’t particularly on the list of things to see, but Eric recommended it particularly because it was largely untouched in the war (unlike Caen). It was taken by the allies with relative ease. Most of it is lined with cobblestone streets and old Norman architecture. It was really beautiful. There is a really big Catholic church in the town center. The original church building was built in the 11th century, the only part that remains are the crypts- dark and kind of creepy, a few quick pics and I ran back up the stairs. What is very interesting is on the church grounds there is a wall that is enclosed that dates back to the 3rd century! We wandered along the streets, and Ken finally got the crepes he’s been talking about since we got here!
We arrived at our next B&B around 430 pm and we’re really surprised by how close it is to the beach. We technically are on Gold beach, just East of Arromanches Les Bain. We walked into the little town, La Guerre and stopped in at the local butcher. It became abundantly clear that we should have practiced our French a bit more. In this area anyway, there a quite a few people who don’t speak English. We tried to get by in our broken 2-3 word French that we could pull from school. Ken said “Parle-vous Francais?” and the young woman behind the counter, smiled and said, “no”. Fortunately, there was a French couple behind us who knew a bit more English and helped us out. They were a bit older, I think perhaps felt a bit sorry for us and the lady behind the counter. We all had a good laugh as we tried to navigate our two languages. All in all it was a success and we walked out with a bunch of meat! Unfortunately, the bakery was closed so we went without a baguette tonight. Oh well, there was still wine!
The most shocking thing was seeing the remnants of Mulberry harbour. There is so much more than I thought. We were able to walk out to one of them at low tide. Incredible. 75 years later and these things are still here. Tomorrow we’ll head into Arromanche to learn more about the construction and execution of this massive undertaking.
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Peter Parker x Reader - Look at me, please.
This is my first ever story on tumblr! I haven’t written a lot in the past couple years, but I’m trying to get back into it! So sorry if this is a bit (haha ALOT) iffy. I based this short story off the Spider-Man PS4 Video game, but still used Tom’s Peter.
(I’d love if you guys gave me advice on how to better improve my work!)
Warnings: Suicide bombing
Words: 2247
It was a nice day, and excitement buzzed around the air. You walked beside your best friend, Peter Parker, as you both made your way over to City Hall. You picked up your pace, fast walking, yet jogging at the same time. “Y/N, slow down!” You heard Peter shout, as he jogged to your side. “What’s the rush?”“I’m just excited, and I don’t want to miss it!” You squealed, basically jumping up and down with excitement. Peter chuckled, a smile spreading across his face as you looked towards the crowd already gathered by the steps.
“I mean, it’s so amazing! First you get to to kick ass with Spider-man, and then earn a medal of honor! It’s so cool!” You took out your camera, ready to take pictures of the occasion alongside your bestie. “So, how was it being in your suit and taking down those pesky magic-users?” Peter laughed loudly at that, rubbing his temples. “It was scary and exciting at the same time, like all my missions.”
You nodded, a small frown forming over your face before you forced up a smile. Peter didn’t know that you were constantly worried about him, he didn’t know that anytime you heard the police over the radio your heart stopped. He didn’t know that you were absolutely terrified for him. Peter took your arm and led you over to a place near the back, but not so far back that you weren’t able to see, or get a good shot of the ceremony.
For the first time upon arriving, you noticed the “Re-Elect Osborn” signs posted up around the perimeter. “Wow, Norman really wants to be re-elected, huh?” You said, snapping a pic of a particularly large poster hanging up in the front. “Hey, maybe Mr Davis should run against Norman, seeing as he’s doing a better job of keeping the city safe, right, Pete?” You playfully nudged Peter in the side.
“Ow, y/n,” Peter whined, playfully shoving you. You stumbled a bit, your camera fumbling in your hands. “Bro, watch it! This was an expensive camera,” you scolded, but couldn’t help but laugh. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as someone coughed into the microphone.
You turned from Peter, your eyes focused on the Deputy Mayor, who stood at the podium. “Welcome, everyone. And before I hand it off to Mayor Osborn, I’d just like to say a few words...”
You snapped a couple of pictures, before Peter got your attention. “So, I think this gang war between Fisks men and the Demons maybe finally be over.” You turned back around, capturing more pictures, still listening to Peter. “Like...like...OVER-over?” Peter sighed, seemingly choosing his words before continuing, “I mean, there’s some loose ends still to be tied up, but-”
“Loose ends?” You questioned, turning your head and raising an eyebrow at him, putting the camera over your neck before crossing your arms against your chest. Peter took a deep breath, “Well...there was a truck that pulled away from the scene from a company called Consolidated Shipping. Something’s not right about it....I just don’t know what.”
You frowned, a little bit of fear bubbling up in your chest, but you pushed it down gave Pete a small smile. “Hm, well maybe after this we can grab some coffee and figure it out together, yea?” You turned back to face the podium as Normal Osborn took his place behind it. You heard Peter stutter a little “y-yes, of course,” and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.
“Well, thanks, Jim. Couldn’t have said it better myself. But I’ll try. We all know that Officer Davis is a hero...” You raised your camera, taking a good few pictures, frowning as people’s heads got in the way. You moved your angle a bit, getting a better view, and definitely a better angle. “You know...instead of having coffee..we could have dinner instead? I could come over - I’ll cook.”
You turned and gave Peter a confused yet amused expression. Was he trying to ask you out on a date? You were about to ask before he shut down his own suggestion. “Or we could stick to the plan and meet at a totally neutral location for a completely normal meal cooked by professionals.”
You let out a small embarrassed laugh, silence falling between the two as you both payed attention to the steps of City Hall.
“...for acts of extraordinary bravery, above and beyond the call of duty, it is my privilege to present Officer Jefferson Davis, with the Department Medal of Honor.”
The crowd around you and Peter exploded into cheers and clapping. You heard Peter whooping beside you, which caused a wide smile on your face. That smile quickly turned into a frown as you noticed Jim run up to Norman, quickly and urgently whispering something into his ear. “What do you suppose is going on?” You asked Peter, your head nodding in the direction of the stage as Normal and Jim raced off. “No idea,” Peter commented. You shrugged, your face resuming the previous smile it had as Jefferson took the stand.
“Uh, thank you, Mr Mayor. I share this honor with my family. My wife, Rio, and my son, Miles. Without their support, I couldn’t do what I do...”
Your attention turned to the side as you watched Norman’s body guards rush him away. Confusion clouded your face as you watched Jim get uncomfortably close to Jefferson. You eyes quickly shifted to Peter, who tensed up and started pushing himself through the crowed. “Peter, where are you going!?” You whispered, concern clouded your e/c eyes as he continued. You went go after him when out of no where, there was a loud explosion.
Screams of pain, and fear immediately took up your senses as you clutched your spinning head. Your eyes darted up, watching as a car soared through the air, on fire, and landing near the front of the crowd. You turned just in time to see Mr Davis push down Jim, who was now glowing with the same blue whiteish magic the Demons used for their weapons. It was just in time you ducked down as Jim also exploded, causing the podium to fly through the air, breaking as it shattered onto the ground.
“Peter!” You called out, your eyes searching frantically for him. “Get down!” Next thing you know, Peter had leaped onto you, pushing you down to the floor as another explosion went off. You slammed into the ground, the wind being knocked out of you and your vision blurred. You gasped your breath, clutching your side as you sat up. Smoke filled the air, and your lungs, You sat up, thanking a stranger as they pulled you up. Peter! Where’s Peter!? Your mind raced, then your heart stopped. You watched as someone dragged Peter away from the debris, his face and clothes covered in soot.
“Peter!” You screamed, racing over to him and landing on your knees. You hand flew to his chest, resting on his heart. You could feel it, but he looked pale, and his eyes were closed, and his breathing was growing fainter and fainter. “No, no, no..!” Pained sobs escaped your chest as you shook Peter, willing for him to open his eyes. “Peter, come on look at me. Look at me, Peter, come on!” You cried, holding his face in your hands. “Peter, please, come on! Look at me!” You were practically screaming now. Anger and pain exploding in your chest. “I’m right here. You’re okay. There’s an ambulance coming, can you hear it? It’s coming, it’s gonna take care of you! You’re gonna be fine, alright? Please, look at me Peter. Don’t be scared. I’m right here, I’m right here, Pete. Come on, please open your eyes and look at me!” Your head fell onto his chest, ugly sounds escaping you as the flashing lights of the ambulance blinded you.
You walked to a table, carrying two drinks. “Here are your drinks, ladies. Enjoy your stay,” you say, rather dully, taking the money from one of them and making your way back to the register. It’s been six weeks since the attack at City Hall, and six weeks since Peter had been in the hospital. You had gone to see him, but were told that he didn’t want you there, which shattered your heart. But maybe it was for the best, you didn’t want to see him in the state that he was in anyway. To take your mind off things, you had gotten a job at a local coffee shop, the coffee shop you and Peter were supposed to meet up at after the ceremony.
Tears gathered in your eyes, wiping them away. You put the cash in the register. There weren’t many customers in, maybe about fifteen, but they either already had their coffee, or were being served by the other waiters, and waitresses. You counted the money in the register, needing something to do with your hands. Just as you closed the register, the bell to the shop opened. You looked up, and the world around you stopped.
It was Peter, wearing a new blue jacket, since his other was ruined. His hair was in frizzy curls, so you were guessing he just woke up. You blinked at him, the world around around slowly speeding up. Happiness engulfed your chest, but as did anger. You wiped away the tears that had managed to slip, and you turned and headed to the back of the store. You opened up the “ Employees only” room, stepping inside and shutting it, just standing in the dark as you let yourself cry. The door opened, and you went to pretend you were searching for something, but it was Peter.
Only Peter.
“Hey...,” he said, his voice soft, and unsure as he closed the door, and flipped on the switch. You winced as the light blinded up momentarily. “H-have you been crying?” He inquired, stepping towards you, worry spreading across his face.
“Yes, I have been crying.”
“Why?”
He did not just ask you, “why?”
You turned to him, your face transferring from hurt to anger. “Why? Why!? Maybe it’s because six weeks ago, we were having a good time. Maybe it’s because six weeks ago, multiple people died do to some magic explosions! Maybe it’s because six weeks ago, I thought you had died!” You were pissed, frustrated, and hurt, and there was nothing that could stop the flow of tears. “Maybe it’s because, you...you told the hospital I wasn’t allowed to visit you...” You trailed off, your voice growing quiet, the only sound coming from you were quiet sobs and sniffles. You turned your back on Peter, facing the back of the closet, wrapping your arms around yourself, squeezing your eyes shut.
You didn’t want to look at him, you couldn’t. Because when you did, all you saw was his bruised, still body on the pavement. You continued to cry, gasping as Peter grabbed your arm, spinning you around and into his arms. He squeezed you tightly, and you just broke. Your knees were wobbly, and Peter lowered you both to the ground and onto your knees. He just held you, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead as you let out your emotions.
“I’m so so so sorry, Y/N. I told them not to let you come see me because...because I couldn’t bear to look at you. Everyday I was in that hospital bed, I only thought of you, and what would’ve happened if I hadn’t been quick enough to push you down....I couldn’t...nobody told me if you were okay. I couldn’t get in contact with your parents, no one. I thought maybe you had died...” His voice cracked, which caused you to looked up at him, and you could see him holding back the tears. “But then Aunt May told you were okay, and you were working here...so here I am. I’m really sorry, Y/N.”
You took a deep breath, looking him straight in the eye. “You scared me Pete. I thought you had left me...I thought you were gone. You were barely breathing, and I thought I’d never get to talk to you again, or here your laugh, or..or-” you started sobbing again, and he pulled you in, his lips pressing against your forehead multiple times. “I’d never leave you..ever.” There was a small pause, and you heard Peter inhale before he hit you with a train consisting of three simple words.
“I love you.”
You froze, and pulled back from his chest, and looked him in the eyes. “Y-you what?” You weren’t crying anymore, but there were still stray tears on your face. Peter gave a tired chuckle, placing his hands on your face, removing the tears with his thumbs. “I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You didn’t realize what was happening, until it happened. Peter leaned in, placing his lips on yours, your face firmly in his hands. You kissed back, your heart swelling with love for your best friend. Your hands went wrists, then his hands. As you both drew back, you kissed the palm of one of them as he continued to stroke me cheek. “So umm...Peter..” you started. looking at him with a small smile.
“Hm?”
“Wanna go grab that coffee now?”
“You’re such a dork.”
“Am not.”
“Yes you are.”
“Whatever.”
“I love you, Y/N. So much.”
“I love you too, Peter.”
Not my best work, as I said, just getting back into writing after not doing it for a couple years. Was it good for my first time ever writing something like this? Leave feedback below! Thank you <3
#tom holland#peter parker#dork#spider-man: homecoming#spiderman#peter parker x you#peter parker x reader#spider man ps4
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So, there’s this guy...
that y’all may know that I’m freakin’ madly in love with. He goes by the name Michael Rooker. 😜 I finally got to meet him. Here’s my story...*Law & Order noise*
Fandemic Houston Day 1 - September 14, 2018
My alarm went off at 7:30 a.m. I was already awake though. I had hardly slept at all. I had hardly slept the last two months for that matter as September 14th got closer. I couldn’t remember ever being this excited for anything in my entire life. This was going to be the best weekend ever.
I jumped out of bed, got ready, and packed the car, mostly with Rooker memorabilia. I hadn’t officially decided what all I wanted him to autograph yet so I brought a little of everything – some of my Rooker Funkos, all my Yondu, Merle, and Chick Gandil trading cards, and my all-time favorite Rooker picture printed out as an 8X10. I mapped out the directions to the NRG Center on my phone and swung by to pick up my best friend who I’ve known since kindergarten. After a little detour to Chick-fil-a to get some breakfast, we were on our way to Fandemic Houston.
My friend doesn’t know much about Rooker. As far as his movies, she had only seen Vol. 1 and Vol. 2. I had sent her various Rooker videos on YouTube, though, for her to watch as “homework” like the Into the Night doc with James Gunn and the Inside of You podcast with Michael Rosenbaum. The whole way down to Houston, I told her as many Rooker stories as I could think of. She had a lot of catching up to do before she met the greatest person on this planet.
Things were going great. We were making good time on the road. My friend seemed entertained with the Doug Loves Movies podcast with the cast of Super, including Rooker and the Gunn Bros., that I was forcing her to listen to. Then things suddenly changed.
I had been having bad feelings about this trip even months before. Meeting Michael Rooker would be my biggest dream come true, but every time I paid for something for Fandemic, whether it was the hotel or Rooker VIPs or Sean Gunn's autograph, I was just waiting for the ball to drop and I wouldn’t be able to go. I never really get to do anything fun ever, and in the back of my mind, something was going to go wrong. Something always does. And something did.
We were cruising down interstate about an hour outside of Houston. It began to rain. No big deal. I turned on the windshield wipers, and we continued laughing with the podcast on the radio. Then I noticed the passenger side windshield wiper was doing this little fish-tailing action every time it went across the windshield. I had just had new windshield wipers installed two days earlier, but I hadn’t had to use them yet, and I thought, “You know, that doesn’t look right.”
Then I noticed the one in front of me started to do the same thing. Just as I opened my mouth to tell my friend there's something wrong with the windshield wipers, the rain started coming down like a monsoon and both wipers flew off my car with an almost comical synchronized whoosh.
Well, fuck.
Somehow, by the grace of God, I was able to cross over two lanes of busy interstate to the shoulder without causing a 15-car pileup. Once the mini panic attack of trying to safely get to the side of the road subsided and after I dropped a plethora of choice curse words, I turned on my hazards and began to think. What the hell are we gonna do?
It was raining fucking cats and dogs, and I couldn’t see shit. Think! Plan B. Plan B. Wait, what was plan B? I wasn’t expecting this. We didn’t even have a plan B.
Should we just wait out the rain for a bit? Maybe it would stop soon. But I had already checked the weather earlier, and it was supposed to rain all day.
This can’t be happening. The greatest day of my life and I’m stranded on the interstate in a deluge with no windshield wipers three and a half hours away from home. And to top it all off, I have a pre-purchased Sean Gunn/Rooker photo op in a few hours that I couldn’t miss. This was not good.
We sat there for a few minutes hoping the rain would subside enough for me to at least get us off the highway. We started googling the nearest auto parts store while we waited. There was one less than a mile away.
Vehicles were flying past me in a blur, and the fear of someone plowing into the back of my car took over. I knew we had to get off the interstate as soon as possible. Luckily an exit was about 50 feet away, and I had to try for it. With the rain letting up just a tad, and with my friend looking out the passenger side window and guiding me along the edge of the asphalt, I managed to creep off the interstate shoulder going about three miles per hour onto the service road. I could still barely see, but I felt a little more relieved being off the interstate.
The rain kept coming. My view through the windshield looked the exact same as when I don’t have my contacts in. Everything was blurry as shit. I continued my snail-like pace, my eyes concentrating simultaneously on the taillights of the cars ahead of me and the fuzzy, white dashes of the lane to my near left.
I crept through the next red light and made a left. Not far down the road, there it was. We had made it. I had never been so happy to see an Autozone in my entire fucking life. We went inside, explained what had happened, bought two new windshield wipers, this time properly installed, and once again we were on our way.
It stopped raining about 20 minutes later.
Looking back now, the whole situation was funny as hell.
Despite our little automotive dilemma, we still got to the NRG Center 15 minutes before Fandemic started. I parked the car, turned off the ignition, and checked in with my Rooker Hooker friends online to let them know I made it. Then I sat frozen in my seat.
“I don’t think I can do this,” I told my friend. My nerves were getting the best of me. She assured me that I could, in fact, do this. I had to do this. I’m so glad she went with me. I knew she wouldn’t let me back out of anything. I made sure I had my things, took a deep breath and forced myself to get out of the car.
We made it inside the convention center, and a woman in a red Fandemic shirt directed us to the VIP ticket window. (Every staff member we came across at Fandemic was absolutely awesome, by the way. Even the C.E.O. was greeting every guest with a handshake and a hello as you entered through security.)
I went up to the window and handed over my paper tickets to exchange for our Rooker VIP badges. While the worker scanned the tickets, I looked behind her to the table along the back wall. It was covered from one end to the other with plastic bins. Each bin was labeled by name and full of red VIP lanyards for each corresponding celebrity – Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Norman Reedus, Bruce Campbell, Tom Welling, etc.
The lady finished scanning my tickets and turned to get our VIP badges from the bins. Only there wasn’t a bin for Rooker. She couldn’t find them. I started to panic a little inside. I mean it’s obvious I bought them. I had the paper tickets as proof. They were in her hand for Pete’s sake. She looked down at the paper again and walked the length of the table for the second time. Still no luck. I really started to worry. Of course, my initial thought is the ball is dropping again. First my windshield wipers, and now this.
I couldn't hear what she was saying behind the window, but her mouth was moving as I watched her hand my paper over to another worker. This worker checked the paper, and they both walked over towards the middle of the table. There laying between two bins was a little Ziploc bag with Rooker’s name on it with maybe four or five VIP badges in it. I turned to my friend, who had been out of eyesight of what just happened, stuck out my bottom lip and said, “Awww, my poor baby. He only has a Ziploc bag of VIPs, and we have two of ‘em.” I don’t know why, but it made me love him even more.
After a bag check and a wanding from security, we finally made it onto the convention floor. I was one giant walking ball of nerves as we went through those doors. I was in the same room as Michael Rooker! On one hand, I couldn’t wait to see him. On the other, I was afraid I was gonna faint and fall out on the floor right in front of all the Deadpools and Negans and Harley Quinns.
We decided to bypass the vendors and headed straight to the autograph booths. Granted we were still a little early, so none of the celebs had made it to their tables yet. Rooker’s booth was already filling up. There were about 20 people or so already waiting. My friend asked if I wanted to go ahead and get in line. I couldn’t. My feet wouldn’t move. I wasn’t ready. I had to see him first. From afar. Then maybe I’d get the courage to go talk to him.
The whole time things were going down, I was checking in with my Rooker friends online, giving them play-by-plays of what was happening and taking their encouragement to heart. I was gonna need it all.
My friend and I decided to walk around a little more and found ourselves standing near the back row of the autograph tables. That’s when I saw celebs start to trickle through the curtain in the corner and head to their booths.
Every time those red and black curtains moved, my heart stopped thinking it would be him. Sean Gunn and Chris Sullivan came out together. There went Sean Patrick Flanery. And then Bruce Campbell. I knew Rooker couldn’t be far behind.
Minutes later, the curtains moved once more, and there he was. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as he walked the floor in front of me. He wore his black leather jacket and blue sunglasses, a white v-neck t-shirt, his newest Penman hat and a giant smile on his face. Somehow, I managed to stop my hands from shaking to take a few pics before he disappeared into his booth, his boisterous voice loud as he greeted his awaiting fans.
After my heart rate returned to a somewhat normal rhythm, we walked around towards the front of his booth. We looked on from a distance as I stood there silently building up my confidence to go get in his line. I told my online Rooker friends that I wasn’t sure I could do this. They again told me I could. I loved him too much not to, they said. And they were right.
I knew I needed to go get in line, but I just couldn’t take that first step. But I had to do it. I had come too far, and I had too many cool things to show him rather than stand there and stare at him like a creeper. I had to jump off that cliff. Take that plunge. Just like ripping a Band-Aid off with the sweetest reward waiting for me right after.
One of the Fandemic workers near his booth was walking around with an inflatable pickle. He told her he wanted to sign it. He autographed the pickle, and as she walked away, he yelled out to her, “Don’t touch it for a little while. It’s still wet!” He knew exactly what he was doing, too. He laughed and then did that little shit-eating grin while biting his tongue. Y’all know which one I’m talking about. Watching him laughing and joking around with everyone started to put my mind at ease. This is Rooker we’re talking about. I’m gonna be fine. So, I did it. I put my big kid pants on and got in line.
The line was moving fairly quickly, but I made sure to sneak some more pics while I waited. I still couldn’t believe this was all real. Seeing him right there, mere feet away from me. Hearing that raspy voice in person. It was almost too much.
When I got about eight people away, I pulled out his headshots from my bag. I have several of Rooker’s old original headshots and resumes, and I couldn’t wait to see what his reaction was.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I was still a nervous wreck. A million things raced through my brain. What if I can’t talk when I get up there? What if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks I’m weird? Even worse, what if he thinks I’m a batshit crazy stalker ‘cause I have his old headshots?
Then the weirdest thing happened. The closer I got to him, the less nervous I became. By the time I made it in front of him at that table, it was like I was about to say “hey” to an old friend. All the butterflies had flown away.
One of his helpers had already taken the headshot from me that I wanted Rooker to autograph to keep the line running smoothly. He handed it to Rooker and said, “Ohh, this is an oldie.”
Rooker greeted us as he took the headshot and he was like “Whoaaa” and smiled really big as I showed him the others. He got a kick out of them! He grabbed the oldest headshot, which was his first one, his hair super curly, and called over Sean Gunn and Chris Sullivan, who immediately left their tables to see what was going on. They both promptly busted out laughing when Rooker showed them. They cracked some jokes together and then Rooker said, “That was my first headshot, this is my last.” He walked over to me and showed me a pic of himself wearing no hat with his hair a FREAKIN’ mess on what I believe was Sean’s phone maybe, which in turn made him laugh even harder.
He walked back over to Sean and Sully, where Sully had since pulled up his own old headshot on his phone. Rooker busted out laughing again, and they compared their curly hair and then showed all the people in line their “white men afros” as Rooker put it.
The whole time I felt like I was in a dream watching this all take place. I mean I figured Rooker would think it was pretty cool seeing his old headshots and resumes, but I never thought it would have caused all this.
He came back over to me and thanked me for bringing the headshots and picked up a blue marker to sign the one I had picked out for his autograph.
Up until then, had that been the end of our interaction, I would have walked away from his table completely ecstatic. At that moment, I could have officially died happy. But it wasn’t over yet.
As he was signing the headshot, I told him that I had something to show him and to pick an arm. He looked a little perplexed and said, “Ummmm...your left.”
I sheepishly lifted up my shirt sleeve to show him my portrait tattoo of one of his Skillset magazine pictures. He said, “OMG.....you know what that’s from, right?” I kind of laughed and said, “Well, yeah.” He said, “That’s from my Skillset!” Then, I lifted up my right shirt sleeve to reveal my other Rooker portrait tattoo, this one a bald, serious-faced shot. He glanced at it really quick and said, “Oh yeah, Thanos, very cool.”
I laughed and said, “It’s not Thanos, it’s you!” I had to catch myself before I affectionately called him a dork at the end of that sentence. He said, “What?! Lemme see it again!” I lifted my sleeve, and he said again that it looks like Thanos, totally fucking with me. I said, “It’s not Thanos! Why would I have Thanos? You’re way hotter than Thanos!” He chuckled and said “Well, yeah, I’m hotter than Thanos! Fine, it’s a sexy Thanos.”
He then walked around his table, grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, yanked my shirt sleeve back up and proceeded to ask the crowd, very loudly I might add, if my tattoo looked like “Sexy Thanos” all the while laughing his ass off. Of course, the crowd agreed with him.
I didn’t even have time to think about being embarrassed. The next I thing knew, he turned back to me, smiled a huge Rooker smile, said I was awesome and reached out and caressed my face. I about passed out.
Rooker went back around his table to the headshots and started talking about his resumes stapled to the back. We talked for a couple of minutes trying to figure out the timeline of the headshots vs. the resumes vs. the talent agency he was with at the time.
The whole time he talked, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The way he smiled and chomped his gum, his eyes behind his blue sunglasses, his curls thick under his hat, his sexy voice, his chest hair poking out of the collar of his shirt. He is absolutely hypnotic. I was in heaven, y’all.
He grabbed the curly-haired headshot, smiled and said, “You know what? Just ‘cause you’re you, I’m gonna sign this one, too. It’s a 2-for-1 Rooker deal.” I, of course, was over the moon.
He signed it with the same blue marker and gave me a fist bump. I told him thank you and that I would see him tomorrow and that I had something even cooler for him to sign. He said, “Alright!”
I walked away on Cloud 9. Michael Rooker touched my face! I was freaking out. I couldn’t have asked for a better first meeting with Rooker.
A little while later, we were standing in line for the Rooker/Sean Gunn photo op when I realized that in the headshot/tattoo craziness earlier, I had forgotten to give Rooker the t-shirt I had brought as a gift for him. I wasn’t mad at myself, though. That just meant I got to go see him again.
When it came time for the photo op, Rooker came strutting over from his booth, grinning while biting his tongue in his teeth again. The whole weekend I never saw the man without a smile on his face.
For those of you who've never been to a comic con before, the photo ops go by fast. Like insanely fast. They shuffle you quickly into the booth, you stand next to the celeb, the photographer snaps the picture, and then you're shuffled back out just as fast as you came in.
Now don’t take this the wrong way. I'm not knocking the process by any means. It's completely understandable. There are literally hundreds of fans of many fandoms that they’re trying to accommodate. But just because it goes fast, doesn’t mean you won’t have a memorable experience.
The Gunn/Rooker photo op was my very first one of the weekend. When I got behind the curtain, Rooker immediately grabbed my arm, and pulled me between Sean and himself with a hearty “Get over here, woman!” I put my arms around them both, the photo was snapped, Rooker smiled really big and said “Thank you, sweetheart” as I walked away, him keeping his hand on my back ‘til I was out of his arm's reach.
The whole thing couldn’t have lasted for more than 45 seconds or so. But I didn’t care. Sean’s arm had been around my shoulder! I had touched the Rooker leather jacket! Rooker called me “sweetheart"! He touched my back! I was close enough to smell his minty-gum fresh breath! The Rooker legend that he smells of mint and leather is true! I couldn’t wait to do more ops with him.
After the photo ops, we headed over to the concession stand. We hadn’t gotten a chance to eat lunch, and we were starving. We got a little something to tide us over until dinner and went and sat down at a table in the little VIP reserved section. Not five minutes later, my phone went off with my Merle Dixon notification sound. It was an Instagram alert. ROOKER WAS LIVE!
I’ve seen a lot of Rooker Instagram live videos from cons before, but to see one in the making? No way I was gonna miss this! We jumped up, grabbed our stuff, and were off on the hunt for him. With the help of the Rooker Hookers directing me where to go, it didn’t take long to find him.
For nearly 30 minutes, we followed him from a distance watching him visit vendor booths, stop to play in the Batmobile and interact with fans, ending with a giant selfie back at his booth.
After the excitement of him Instagramming live died down and his line cleared a little, I decided to go give him his t-shirt. The lady taking the money at his booth, who was super freakin’ nice by the way and who would come to know us quite well by the end of the weekend, greeted us again with a smile.
I walked up to him at his table and said, “I'm back, Rooker!" He said, “Hey, Sexy!” Rooker called me sexy. I mean I'm totally not, but.. anyways. I only hoped my face wasn't as red as it felt. I said, “I forgot to give you this earlier,” and I handed him his shirt. I told him where I was from as he unfolded the shirt and spread it out on the table. One of my favorite things about Rooker is that he supports first responders and the armed forces. Without going into too many details, I gave him a fire department shirt from my hometown, where he's filmed a couple of things and has visited even when not filming. He said he loved my hometown and I explained to him that my stepdad is a police officer, and he had actually met Rooker years before on the set of one of his tv projects. I told him that my mom is a 911 dispatcher for the fire department where the shirt was from and that I had tried to get him a police department shirt, too, but I couldn’t get one in time.
He said he loved the shirt and we talked a couple more minutes and he told me to tell my parents thank you for all that they do. Then he said, “You know what? You get a selfie!” He came around his booth, stood right next to me, and held his shirt out while my friend snapped some pics. Again, I was over the moon. I had already gotten an extra autograph earlier, and now Rooker was breaking his rule about “No selfies" at his table. He then shook my hand and said thank you again and I told him I'd see him tomorrow. You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
Like Rooker's old headshots, I also had one of Sean Gunn and Jeffrey Dean Morgan. I had planned on getting Sean's autograph on Saturday, but since Rooker’s headshots had gone over so well earlier, I decided to go ahead and show Sean's to him then. After running back out to the car to get his headshot, we were off to see Seanie.
There wasn’t anyone at his table when we got back so I went right up to him with no hesitation, which was strange for me. I hadn’t talked to Sean yet, and I figured I would be extremely nervous. But just like Rooker, I was completely calm around Sean. They all really do treat you like old friends.
When I handed Sean the headshot, he got all excited, too. Sully came over to look at it and busted out laughing and cracked some jokes about Sean's shirt. Sean then hollered over at Rooker and held it up so Rooker could see. Rooker said, “OMG! You got one, too?!” Sean talked to me a little about his resume, too, and then asked if he could take a picture of it with his phone. Of course, I was like “Absolutely!” After he got his picture of his headshot, he came around the table and took some selfies with me. I then pulled out my phone and showed him my dog dressed as James Gunn from Halloween last year. I asked him if remembered Gunn sharing the picture, but he didn’t. I showed him my other dog dressed as Kraglin, too. He loved it! Especially his little mohawk.
We talked some more, and he kept saying how cool his headshot was and asked if I wanted him to sign it. He ended up signing it “To my friend, *my name*, I ❤️this! Sean Gunn”. Sean was an absolute sweetheart and I love him and I hope I get to see him again someday!
Chris Sullivan’s table was next. I hadn’t really budgeted in anything for Sully, but he was only charging 30$ for a selfie, and I thought “Hey, you only live once.” I’m so glad I did. Sully was a complete teddy bear! He was so sweet! And talllll!
We walked over, and I apologized for not having a headshot for him to sign. He laughed and showed us his headshot on his phone again. Then he realized he hadn’t introduced himself and stuck out his hand and said, “Hi, I’m Chris.” I shook his hand and told him my name, and then my friend did the same. My friend and I have the same name only with different spellings. Once introductions were made, Sully spent the next few minutes hilariously trying to figure out the correct spelling of my name. He never did get it right. I haven’t really seen a lot of Sully's roles, but he gained a lifelong fan that day.
After meeting Sean and Sully, we decided to call it a day. I couldn’t wait to see what day two had in store.
Fandemic Houston Day 2 – September 15, 2018
Just like the morning before, I was already awake when my alarm went off. I had a reeeeally cool thing to show Rooker, and the anticipation was damn near killing me.
We had to get to the convention center fairly early that morning. Rooker's panel was at 11:30 a.m., and I was hoping to get to visit him before his panel started. When we got to his booth, however, he wasn't scheduled to be at his table until after his panel. So, we just walked around a little until it was time to go upstairs to the panel room.
With our Rooker VIPs, we got really good seats at his panel. We were close to the stage, even though I knew he wouldn't be up there long.
While we waited for his panel to start, I was in a bit of a panic. If you’ve ever seen or been to a con panel, you know that usually the Q&A session is done by fans lining up at a microphone to ask their questions to the celebs on stage. If you’ve ever seen or been to a Rooker panel, you know he doesn’t play by those rules. He comes to you, whether you have a question or not! I was sitting on the end of the aisle, a prime position for Rooker to stop and talk to me during the Q&A. And I had no idea what I would ask him if he did.
I checked in with the Rooker Hookers online and asked them for any help they could give me to come up with a good question. It wasn't that I was nervous to ask Rooker a question, it was just I didn’t want to ask him one in front of all these people. If I was prepared, I wouldn’t be as embarrassed.
The Rooker Hookers all had really good suggestions, but some of them involving Rooker removing various articles of clothing, propositions more suited for an “after-dark" kind of Q&A. I love those guys. That's another one of my favorite things about Rooker. Being a part of his fandom has brought me together with people literally all over the world via Tumblr and Facebook. And everyone I’ve met has been awesome. And a special shout out to the Rooker Hookers for making me laugh over and over again, understanding my complete and utter Rooker obsession, for accepting me for who I am and being there for me even when we’re not talking about Rooker. I’m proud to call them my friends.
Rooker's panel was awesome as I knew it would be. He talked a lot about Henry and Merle. He ran around the audience answering questions about Yondu and Mallrats and flexed his biceps and even sang a little. My favorite, though, were his stories of what he was like as a kid and growing up in Chicago. At the end of his panel, he broke the rules once again and threw Hershey Kisses out to the audience after the powers that be told him not to throw anything. They shoulda known Rooker plays by his own rules. He is a livewire and an endless fireball of energy. He’s an absolute riot, and I'm so thankful I got to witness him in action at a panel.
When the panel was over and once we made it back through the security checkpoint, we headed back to Rooker's booth. I was so freaking excited to show him what I was holding in my hands.
His helper said hello and hole-punched my VIP lanyard for another autograph. I walked up to Rooker and said, “I'm back, Rooker, look what I got.” I sat down his screen worn Bud Melks orange coveralls from The Belko Experiment on the table. He said, “Oh, honey, let me sign those for you.” He didn’t realize they were his. I said, “These are the ones you wore in the movie.”
“These are the ones I wore in the movie?” He seemed genuinely surprised. I told him yep and showed him the little nametag on the inside collar that read “Bud 2”. He said, “Omg, that’s so cool, where did you get these?” I explained to him where I got them and that it also came with his t-shirt, jeans, and boots, too. He asked if I wanted him to sign them. I did, but it would be even better if I got him to put them on.
“Yeah, if you want to. Orrrr, you could cosplay as Bud today,” I joked.
He chuckled. “I could cosplay as Bud today? Ommgg. Yeah, I could. Or you could cosplay as Bud.”
I shook my head no and grinned. “Nooo, I don’t cosplay,” I replied. (I’m waaay too shy and self-conscious to cosplay.)
He leaned back on his stool, threw his head back and laughed. Rooker's laugh is one of my favorite things on this planet. And making him laugh was one of the greatest feelings in the world.
About that time, Sean's helper came over and took a picture of Rooker holding the coveralls up. She thought they were really cool, too. Rooker asked her, “Where's, Sean? He's gotta see these.” But Sean was still in the green room.
The coveralls have a huge rip on the backside so of course I had to know why. I was kidding around with Rooker and asked him, “What did you to ‘em?” He said, “Let's see,” as he unfolded them.
When he found the rip, he said, “Oh, oh, I squatted, and they ripped. Yeah, I squatted down, and they ripped. Like, when I was squatting down doing the door, they ripped. My whole bottom ripped out. And I was like, ‘Thank God the camera was on my face ‘cause if it was on my ass end my underwears would be showing.” We all burst into laughter.
We chatted a little bit more and he asked me again if I wanted him to sign them. I told him, “If you want to, yeah.”
“Where do you want me to put it? I’m gonna sign ‘em for you. You don’t have to pay, ok?”
I told him that I had already paid, though. He said, ”Oh, it was part of your VIP?” We then decided the best place for him to sign the coveralls was on the front pocket. He signed his name and said, “Bud, right?” I told him yes it was Bud, and he wrote Bud under his signature. Then he asked his helper to hand him the 8X10 of Bud he had available for autographs.
“Do we have one? Gimme that photo of Belko. I’m gonna give her a photo with this. This totally deserves a photo with this."
He took the photo and started signing his name.
“Here, all yours, baby. Here, I'm gonna put it like this.” He signed the pocket on Bud's coveralls in the picture the same exact way he signed the coveralls. He then held the picture next to the coveralls and said, “There, looks just like it." He busted out laughing and said, “That's for you. Thank you, honey. Oh my goodness.” He threw his hand up for a high-five. I thanked him and high-fived him back.
Trust me, I was elated for the handshakes and high-fives so far. (His hands are so soft by the way). But I was itching to get a hug. I didn’t know how many more chances I would get so I decided to just go for it. “Can I get a hug, Rooker? I gotta get a famous Rooker hug.” He hollered, “Get over here woman! Get over here! Give me a big hug, love.”
I walked behind his table and gave him a big hug and told him I'd see him later. He grabbed my hand as I walked away and said, “You're awesome, honey!” He didn’t let go of my hand as I told him that he makes me forget things and that I had another present for him but I had forgotten it in my car. He laughed and then he caught my friend recording the whole thing on her phone. He grinned and said, “Heyyyy, no video…” Busted. But he didn’t care.
After leaving Rooker, we had just enough time to scarf down some lunch and then head to Sean and Sully’s panel. When the panel started, the doors opened and there they were waiting on the other side. They had stolen a golf cart and hilariously failed at trying to drive it into the room for their grand entrance. So, Sully simply threw the golf cart in reverse, they both said “byyyyye” and he drove back down the hallway. A few seconds later they both came back in the room, Sully at a sprint which carried him around the entire audience and Sean walking slowly behind to the stage, announcing he was too old to run. Sully ended his dash with a Rooker-esque roll onto the stage, stood up and took a bow.
Their panel was amazing, too. They were both so, so funny. They talked a lot about Guardians and even threw in the story about Rooker mooning Dave and Pom on set, which led Sully into a comical conversation about mooning in general. They made me laugh so freakin’ hard. If you ever get the chance, definitely go to their panels. You won’t be disappointed.
We had planned on going to the Smallville panel a little later, but the line getting in the room was insane. I used to watch Smallville back in the day, but I had no idea how huge the fandom still is. It was pretty impressive. Because of the crowd, we decided to skip the panel and go see Rooker again.
We ran out to the car to get Rooker’s gift and then headed to his booth. I also made sure to bring the Belko coveralls again so Rooker could show Sean. I guess everyone was at the Smallville panel because the con floor was pretty empty. I was kind of glad. Hopefully, that meant I’d get to talk to Rooker for a good bit of time.
When we got there, his helper laughed and said, “You’re back, again? And with another gift?” I smiled and said yes. She joked, “You gotta stop buying him shit. He’s doing alright, you know.” I joked back, “I know, but I love him.” She understood though. I mean how can you not love Rooker?
About that time the fan talking with Rooker walked away, and I stepped up to him at the table. His helper announced to him, “She's back with another gift. She's like your sugar mama.” Rooker grinned that sexy Rooker grin and said, “Hey, Sugar Mama!” I joked, “Yeah, I’ll be your sugar mama. What you want? Anything? You need some more coffee? I’ll go get you some coffee.” He busted out laughing, and I handed him his gift.
I had gotten him a blue shot glass made from a 30mm shell casing that had been shot from an A-10 Warthog plane. I had it engraved with Michael “Yondu” Rooker on the side. I’m pretty sure he loved it! I had left it in the clear packaging, and he immediately ripped it open and lowered his glasses so he could read it better. I...saw...his...eyes...y’all. In person. Not hidden behind sunglasses. Don’t laugh. It was a very big moment for me.
He leaned over towards me on the table on his elbows and kept saying how cool the shot glass was and how he couldn’t wait to drink some whiskey out of it. He asked me how much whiskey I thought it would hold. I laughed and said I have no idea.
We talked some more and he thanked me and came around the table to give me another hug, this time trying to include my friend. She sort of backed away trying to give me all the glory of Rooker’s hug, but he pulled her in anyway. It was somewhat of an awkward, sideways hug, but I didn’t care. A Rooker hug is a Rooker hug! His arm ended up kind of across my neck right under my chin so I reached up and grabbed his arm as I hugged him. I...touched...his...bicep. It was..um..very nice.
When he pulled away from me, Sully walked over holding up an 8X10 of what I believe was of himself that someone had written on and showed it to Rooker. When Rooker read it he about fell on the floor laughing. He said, “Now, now, that’s nothing to be ashamed of!” He snatched the picture out of Sully’s hand and laid it on Sean’s table and began writing on it, too, laughing the whole time. Rooker’s helper asked if we had seen what was written on it. I had been trying not to be nosy, so I hadn’t. We told her no, and she said, “It said ‘When is the right time to talk to your doctor about erectile dysfunction.” My friend and I started laughing.
I turned back to Sean’s table, and Rooker was still writing on the picture saying, “There’s nothing wrong with erectile dysfunction!” Sean and I made eye contact and busted out laughing. Rooker then turned and walked back towards me with a huge grin, looked me right in the eye, and said, “There’s nothing wrong with a little erectile dysfunction...well, I mean there is something wrong with it, but...” He trailed off into a mischievous giggle. Y’all, I had never laughed so hard in my life.
When he realized I was holding the Belko coveralls, he immediately took them from me and whirled around to show Sean. “Sean, look what she has!” Sean came around his table and said, “Whoaaa, are those the real ones?” Rooker told him yes and explained how I got them and then held them up to show Sean the big rip in the back which made Sean laugh. Sean thought they were really neat, too.
Rooker came back over to me and was folding the coveralls up and said, “These are really beautiful. You know, not a lot of these exist. Thank you for bringing them to show me.” I told him they were my prized possession (which is the truth... they really are the coolest thing I own). He said, “C’mere, baby, you get a double hug!” He gave me another huge hug, this one a little longer than the first, and a little bit of my hair got caught in his scruff as I pulled away. I’m sure he didn’t even notice, but I certainly did. That scruff...
We walked back over to his table so I could get my bag. I had made a little drawstring bag specifically to wear at Fandemic to haul stuff around in. It says “I’m lost. If found, please return to Michael Rooker”. I showed it to him and he laughed really hard and gave me a high-five and said, “I love it! You’re so great.” We then said our goodbyes for the moment and off I went again.
That afternoon I had my Dixon Bros. photo op. While we were waiting in line, Rooker came over to the Photo Ops area and saw a family with a little baby boy in a stroller nearby. He made a beeline straight to the baby. The little boy pointed up to the ceiling and blabbered away at Rooker. Rooker looked up to the ceiling, too, and said, “OoooOooh,” and acted surprised at whatever imaginary thing the baby was pointing at. Rooker then baby-talked to him for a minute and tickled the little boy’s tummy before he left to go behind the curtain. Y’all, it was the sweetest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
When it came time for photos, as soon as I got behind the curtain, Rooker said, “Get over here, baby,” and again grabbed my arm and pulled me in between him and Norman Reedus. When I went to put my arms around them, my arm got caught on the bottom of Rooker's jacket, and I accidentally lifted it up about a third up his back. I heard him make this little chuckling sound as I fumbled to free my arm from underneath his jacket, my hand unintentionally rubbing his back. I’m not sure he knew what I was going for because the next thing I knew, he started rubbing my back. For the entire time. Even after the photo was taken and I was walking away, his hand was still rubbing on my back. Let me tell you, a Rooker backrub is everything you would imagine it to be, but at that moment, I was just a tad embarrassed. And my face in the photo pretty much showed it. But, oh well. If that was the only way I was ever going to get a Rooker backrub then it was worth it.
After the Dixon Bros. photo op, I went to go see Michael Rosenbaum who was super nice, too. I paid for a selfie, and he said, “Ohh, lemme take it!” I handed my phone over to him for what I thought would be just one picture. He wouldn’t stop taking pictures of us though, and one picture turned into a comical mini-photo shoot. Each time I thought it would be the last picture he would take so my facial expression changes to a higher state of silliness with each one. They’re hilarious, but let’s just say very few people have seen those pictures.
Day two was drawing to a close, and I decided that I might go see Rooker one more time before we left. We walked over to his booth which was empty at the moment. He was standing there eating chocolate covered pretzels and watching an artist drawing portraits of Harry Potter characters across the way. Anyone that knows Rooker knew what he was about to do next.
Rooker left so fast from his booth that he dropped a pretzel on the ground. He went directly over to the artist and asked him to play Santana over his speaker, jokingly rushing him along when the artist couldn’t find a Santana song quick enough. Rooker then grabbed a colored pencil and began to draw on the picture the artist had been working on.
Rooker messed around with the artist a couple more minutes before he returned to his booth. He took the time to take a few pictures with some fans that had gathered around, joked with the little kids, and danced to the songs the artist was still playing before he finally left for the day. I didn’t get to talk to him again, but just watching him dancing was enough for me.
When we were headed back to the car that afternoon, I told my friend, “I can’t remember ever being this happy before. Seriously, these last two days have been the best days of my life.” I’m like a lot of people in that I struggle with depression and anxiety and self-image and the feeling that I’ll never be good enough. But with Rooker, he makes all that disappear. I don’t think he’ll ever realize how much he means to me and how important he is in my life.
Fandemic Houston Day 3 – September 16, 2018
I had been awake since 4 a.m. on day three. I couldn’t wait to see Rooker, but I couldn’t stop thinking that this was going to be my last day with him. I didn’t want the weekend to end.
I spent the early morning hours before my alarm rang making a detailed schedule and an even more detailed script in my head of all the things I wanted to say to him before the con closed at 4 p.m. I still had my two solo photo ops with him, too, and one last gift to give him. More importantly, I wanted to make sure I got the chance to tell him thank you and goodbye before I left. And I had to fit it all in between getting my Jeffrey Dean Morgan autograph and photo op.
It was about 10:15 a.m. when we got to the NRG center that morning. I was hoping I'd get to talk to Rooker first thing. I had one last picture for him to sign, which had something to do with a special request for our photo op. He wasn’t at his booth when we finally got inside, though, so I decided to get in Jeffrey Dean’s line to get his autograph about 10:30 a.m.
A fairly big crowd had already gathered for Jeffrey Dean. But my Rooker photo ops weren’t until 1 p.m. and my Jeffrey Dean op was at 2:10 p.m. I figured I would have plenty of time to see Rooker before our photo ops.
We were again standing in the perfect spot to watch all the celebs come out from behind the curtain. A little after 11 a.m. they all started to trickle out. And, y’all, when Rooker finally walked out? Dayuuumm, daddy. He wasn’t sporting his usual leather jacket paired with a black or navy or white v-neck t-shirt look. He wore a black button-up shirt with the collar unbuttoned low and looked sexy...as…hell. I mean the man always looks sexy as hell, but...well, y’all know what I mean. I immediately checked in with the Rooker Hookers and told them Rooker’s wardrobe choice for the day. Again, don’t laugh. I just get excited when he switches things up.
We were still waiting in Jeffrey Dean's line when they made a huge announcement around 11:30 a.m. Norman Reedus had to leave the con early. All the Walking Dead photo ops had to be bumped up. I started to panic a little.
My Jeffrey Dean photo stayed at 2:10 p.m., but Rooker and Norman were supposed to have Dixon Bros. photo ops at 3:25 p.m. The con closed at 4 p.m. so I figured Rooker would probably be leaving right after. But I had to tell Rooker goodbye before we left. I just had to. Now I was afraid with all the photo ops being bumped around I wouldn’t get to.
Noon came and Jeffrey Dean's line had hardly moved. He had only been out at his table for maybe 45 minutes or so and now his time would be even more limited because the photo ops had to be moved up. His line was so long that they ended up bumping the people who had pre-purchased an autograph up in line. That included me. Whew. We had gotten closer but were still so far away. The minutes were counting down until my Rooker photo ops. I was a nervous wreck. If I stayed in Jeffrey Dean's line, I would be cutting it reaaaally close.
I left my friend in line and went to explain my situation to one of the Fandemic workers nearby. I told him I had Rooker photo ops at 1 p.m. and if I didn’t make it up to Jeffrey Dean would I be able to get a refund for his autograph. I didn’t want to get a refund. I love Jeffrey Dean and had been looking forward to meeting him and getting his autograph. But I couldn’t miss my Rooker photo ops. That was completely out of the question. The worker looked at his watch and told me that I would make it, but if it got too close, he would move me up in line. That made me feel a little better.
I got back in line, but I couldn’t stop checking my phone for the time. I really needed to show Rooker the picture I wanted him to autograph before our photo ops. The minutes were ticking away and the line was barely moving. Finally, about 12:30 p.m., I left my friend again in line and went to go see Rooker.
I went over to Rooker's table and paid his helper for another autograph. She asked if I wanted to pick out a picture, but I told her I already had one. She said, “Ooh, can I see?” I showed her and told her it was my all-time favorite picture of Rooker, and I was hoping I could get him to do the same pose for our photo op. She loved it and told me that he had done a similar pose the day before. ��Aaah, there was a chance.
I walked up to Rooker holding the picture against me so he couldn’t see it right away. I asked him, “Will you sign one more thing for me? I was also wondering if you’d reenact it for our photo op today.” He just grinned and said, “It depends. Lemme see it.” At that moment, I was so glad there wasn’t anyone else around. I had no idea what his reaction would be.
I told him it was my all-time favorite picture of him and handed it over. He instantly busted out laughing when he saw what it was. In the picture Rooker has his shirt lifted, one hand pointing to his nipple and a ginormous smile on his face. He asked me where I even got it. I told him I found it on the internet. I reminded him about one of the Rooker Hookers meeting him and having him sign his naked ass from Mallrats. He laughed and said he remembered that. “I’m just carrying on the tradition of having you sign off the wall pictures,” I said.
He told me that he doesn’t normally sign pictures like that, but for me, he would. While he signed it, I told him that I had two photo ops with him and that they couldn’t be the same and asked him again if he would do that same pose for one of them. He laughed and said no. Then he took off his glasses completely to look at the picture more closely. I...saw...his...eyes again for a long time. He was trying to remember where the picture was taken and what the hell he was doing. He said the glasses he was wearing were his old ones and that he didn’t have them anymore and the shirt he had on was his old Harley Davidson shirt. I was too embarrassed to tell him I knew the picture was taken at James Gunn’s old house. I was afraid yet again that he would think I was a batshit crazy stalker.
We talked about the picture a little more and then he looked up at me laughing and said, “You dork.” Rooker called me dork. Out of all the things he called me that weekend “dork” was definitely my favorite. I begged him one more time to do that pose for our photo. He just laughed and shook his head and said, “No.” again. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to talk to him very much longer because I had to hurry to get back in line for Jeffrey Dean so I told Rooker I’d see him later.
My friend hadn’t made it very far when I joined her back in line. By then it was pushing 12:40 p.m. I was starting to get nervous again. I only had 20 minutes left until Rooker photos, and the line was...moving...so...slow.
About 12:55 p.m., there were only three people ahead of me in line. Jeffrey Dean was right there. Surely I would make it in time. He finished visiting with the fan he was talking to, and I heard him tell one of his handlers that he needed to take a break. Uh oh. Panic mode. I went up to his other handler and explained that I had Rooker photo ops at 1:00 p.m. which was in three minutes. She said, “Ok, no problem.” She went up to Jeffrey Dean and told him my dilemma. I felt horrible cutting in line, but I got to meet him real quick before he went on his break.
He gave me a huge hug when I went up to him. (Jeffrey Dean gives amazing hugs by the way and is one of the nicest human beings I’ve ever met. Annnnd even sexier...as...hell in person). I handed him the headshot I had of him and he said, “Oh, fuuuuck, this is awesome!” I said, “You were a baby. Lookit you.” He said, “I was a baby!” He then turned it over to look at his resume, and was like “Whooa, this is a loooong time ago! You know awhile back when everyone was sharing their first headshots for “Headshot Day” on Instagram and shit, I didn’t have one. I shoulda called you.” That would be the dream I thought. I snickered and said, “Uh, yeaaah, you totally could have called me!” He laughed and we talked some more about his headshot. Then he asked me if I wanted him to sign it to me or just with his name. I told him that he could put my name if he wanted and he personalized his autograph for me. I told him “thank you” and he said, “Oh, you’re very welcome and it’s nice to meet you.” He gave me another huge, extra-tight hug, and said, “Tell Rooker I said ‘hey’,” as I told him bye. Gahhh, I’m still gushing over Jeffrey Dean, too!
After I left Jeffrey Dean, we booked it over to the photo op line. We were a few minutes late, but luckily Rooker hadn’t made it over there yet so the photo ops hadn’t actually started. A few minutes later Rooker came over and went behind the curtain. He was holding some sort of arrow thingy? With a bullet on the end? I still have no idea what it was.
When I got behind the curtain for our photos, Rooker pulled me to him and I put my arm around his lower back right above his waist. His shirt was so silky, and I could feel his lil’ love handles. Swoon. He put his arm over my shoulder and kind of threw his head back with a smug look on his face for the first photo. The Rooker Hookers say it was his “Yeah, this is my Sugar Mama” pose. I’m not sure if that’s what he was going for, but I like that idea.
After the photographer took the first photo, Rooker went to tell me thank you like he had done the previous days. I told him though that I had two photo ops. (I had told my friend that if she would go with me to Fandemic I would buy all the tickets, and she didn’t want to take any pictures so I used the photo op that came with her VIP ticket). He said, “Oh, you have two?” I shook my head yes and replied, “What are we gonna do, Rooker? They can’t be the same.” He looked at me, thinking for a second, and then grabbed my necklace. I have a necklace with a little silver bullet on it (or I did...it broke like two weeks after Fandemic.) He held the bullet in his fingers and said, “You show off your bullet, I’ll show mine,” meaning the little arrow thingy he was holding. So, I held up the bullet on my necklace and he held out the arrow thing for the second picture. I personally never would have thought up that pose, but it made him laugh and that’s all that mattered to me. And I got another short bonus Rooker backrub as we said goodbye.
A little while later, I had my photo op with Jeffrey Dean. He gave me a big hug for our picture. I’m horrible at taking pictures, but that one actually turned out the best out of all the ops I had that weekend.
After Jeffrey Dean, it was pretty much time to go. As much as I didn’t want to, it was time to go see Rooker for the last time and tell him goodbye.
Rooker had an 8X10 of Sean as Kraglin and was drawing various funny things all over Sean’s face while casually talking to a fan who I’m assuming had met him before when we got to his table. I wasn’t trying to be nosy I promise, but I could hear a little of what they were talking about. At one point, the guy mentioned Rooker’s hair and how much he had grown it out. He asked him if it was for a specific reason, like for a movie or something. Rooker told the guy that his granddaughter had actually asked him to grow his hair out so he would have long, pretty hair like her. My heart = melted. He then said that it wasn’t working. It was making him worse. You’re wrong, Rooker. Seriously, I don’t think you can get any more perfect.
While Rooker was still diligently drawing on Sean’s picture and talking to the fan, another guy walked up and asked his handler if Rooker was in Cliffhanger. The handler said yes. The guy said, “Oh man, I knew it! I can still hear your voice! Like when your lady fell in the beginning.” Without even looking up, Rooker said, “That fuckin’ bitch! I knew what she was doing up there with Stallone!” and then laughed.
When it was my turn, I went up to him and asked, “Are you sick of me yet?” He said, “Noooo.” I told him I had one last thing to give him, and it was kind of a dumb one, but all my friends told me I had to give it to him. I said, “Do you remember when James called you Winnie the Pooh in that one post?” He said, “Yeah.” I plopped down a little stuffed Pooh Bear in front of him on the table. Pooh was dressed in black and white prison stripes with a ball and chain on his leg. The patch on his shirt said “Prisoner of Love". Rooker laughed and said, “Aww, this is for me?” I told him yes, and that I knew it was kinda stupid and I don't normally go around giving grown men stuffed animals. “You're actually the only grown man I've ever given a stuffed animal to,” I said to him. He laughed again, and said, “Well, I actually love stuffed animals.”
He immediately took the tag off of Pooh's ear and then held him up towards one of his helpers and the couple of people in line at the end of the table and made Pooh “growl" at them. He then turned to the handler standing right next to him, shoved the little bear right in the guy’s face and made Pooh wave and said, “Fuck you, bitch!” in a goofy, high-pitched voice.
He made himself laugh, that silent kind of Rooker laugh where his head is thrown back and his mouth is wide open, his whole face lit up, and came around his table to give me a hug. Then....it happened. The single greatest moment of my life.
With his smile never fading, he grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me on the cheek, an added “mwah” for sound effect.
Time froze. I could feel his fingers in my hair. His scruff rough against my face. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My brain ceased to function properly, and I went into survival mode, struggling to simply form words.
As soon as it happened, my brain took that script that I had made up in my mind early that morning, ripped it up into a thousand little pieces, tossed them in the air, and screamed, “Haha, time to improv, bitch!” I could no longer remember a single thing that I had wanted to talk to him about.
I was stunned. I was in a daze. For the first time that entire weekend I was speechless.
My friend chimed in very quickly to save me. “You should show him your dogs!” As he still stood next to me, he said, “Oh, you have dogs?!” He sounded way more excited than I would have thought he’d be to see my dogs. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. But Rooker had broken my brain. I was in auto-pilot mode, and I was forgetting a major detail.
It wasn’t until I hit the home button to turn my phone on that I remembered one of Rooker’s Skillset photos is my lock screen and a picture of him laughing on the set of Brother’s Keeper is my home screen. OMG!!!
I freaked out a little and playfully pushed him away. “Oh, don’t look at my phone, Rooker! You’re on it!” It was too late. He had already seen it. He backed away laughing and said, “Oooh, girl, you makin’ me look sexxxy!” I’m sure my face was red as a tomato at that moment.
My Instagram account was the quickest way to get to pictures of my dogs, so I pulled up the app. Rooker was so close to me. We were standing shoulder to shoulder, our arms were touching, him looking at my phone the entire time. It didn’t occur to me until much later that I know he saw everything on my Instagram: my IG name which is basically the same as my Tumblr, my icon which is him, my description that says I’m obsessed with him, the memes I’ve made of him.
I opened up the picture of my dog as James Gunn. Rooker pulled down his sunglasses to look. He didn’t remember Gunn sharing that picture either last Halloween, but he did say Bruce was a beautiful dog. Then I showed him the “Rooker vs. Rooker: Grumpface Edition” meme I had made of Rooker and my dog. I pointed to my dog and said, “That’s Rooker.” He turned and looked right at me. A few seconds after we made eye contact, he busted out laughing. It was my favorite kind of Rooker laugh, the Rooker laugh where he’s trying so hard not to laugh and is grinning but holding his mouth closed until he can’t take it anymore and just lets it go. Rooker loved my dog. He said, “Omg!”, gave me a fist bump, then grabbed my phone, walked over to his handler and shoved my phone in his face to show him.
When Rooker handed me my phone back, he hugged me again and then held up his hands for a double high-five. I high-fived him, but this time he didn’t let my hands go. He let our hands fall down together, our fingers interlocked. He kept them that way the whole time I talked to him. I never wanted that moment to end.
I then told him that we had to get back on the road to Louisiana, and I just wanted to tell him goodbye before we left. I said, “Thank you, Rooker. For everything. For putting up with me all weekend. This has seriously been the best three days of my life.” He held out his arms and said, “Awww, c’mere, baby.” He hugged me again, and I laid my head against his chest. It was the longest and the tightest hug he had given me so far, and I made sure to pay attention to every little detail: the cool, silky feel of his shirt on my face, the smell of mint, the way his back felt under my hands. I could have stayed there forever. When we finally let go, he said, “Thank you for coming to see me. Y’all drive safe,” and we said goodbye.
And with that, I walked away. It was over. Our “see you tomorrows" had become our final goodbye. It was all so bittersweet leaving through those convention doors for the last time. Over three days, Rooker had high-fived me, fist bumped me, called me pet names, held my hands, hugged and kissed me. I had made him laugh more than once. He had made me melt 100 times over. I know I was lucky to have had such an amazing experience with him, and I couldn’t have been happier. But knowing that there wasn’t going to be a tomorrow with him made me terribly…sad.
I had spent almost a year saving for Fandemic. It wasn’t cheap, but I had done a lot of photo ops and gotten a lot of autographs and had the time of my life. I had justified spending so much money by telling myself that this was more than likely a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and I’d probably never get to see Rooker again. After that weekend, I knew I couldn’t let that happen. I've already started saving for my next con. That man means the world to me, and I don’t know where or when (hopefully sometime really soon), but I have to go see him again.
So that’s it. For the ones that made it this far, that's the story of my little Fandemic adventure, my getting “Rookered" for the very first time, the best three days of my life. Michael Rooker is the most humble, nicest, most generous, funniest, silliest, best hugs in the world givin’, sweetest person I’ve ever met. He’s charming as hell, not to mention the sexiest man alive. There’s a reason he’s my favorite person on earth. There are not enough words to describe how much I love that man, and I truly hope everyone gets to meet him someday.
The end.
And, p.s., my new windshield wipers are still going strong 😜.
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Dirty Little Secret - Chapter 15
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jared Padalecki x reader, Jensen x reader x Jared
Other Characters: Jared, Danneel, JJ, Gen, Richard Speight, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Norman Reedus, Gino Graul
Warnings: Married! Jensen, smut, oral both male and female receiving, cheating, anal, Dom Jensen, angst, fluff, rough sex,Daddy kink, some asshole Jensen moments, spanking, bondage, threesome, double penetration, NSFW.
A/N: Gifs are not mine, they were all found on Google. Aesthetic made by my lovely and talented friend @prettybubblesintheair. All mistakes are mine, I try to proofread myself but stuff still slips by me. I am not a big fan of how this chapter turned out but here it is anyway. Glad to be through this part so we can get back to all the smutty smut! This chapter is written a little different, it bounces back and forth between what is happening with our reader and what is happening at the Ackles’ house. For some reason that is just the way it played out in my head so that is the way I wrote it. Also, for the life of me I could not find a pic or gif of Danneel where she wasn’t smiling, so there are no pics of her in this chapter cuz she ain’t smiling in this one.
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You sat curled up on the couch of the hotel room you were currently staying in. You stared down at the phone in your hand. It had been ringing almost non-stop all day. You had calls from Jared, Danneel, Norman, Jeff, and of course Jensen. You hadn’t answered any of them. You couldn’t talk to anyone, you couldn’t imagine having to talk to friends and family about the situation you were in and the fact that Jeff had even called you made your stomach roll. He must know what is going on now too. How could you look any of your friends in the eye again when they knew what a terrible person you were? Whore. Danneel’s words echoed in your ears.
You scrolled through the numerous text messages that had been sent when you didn’t answer your phone. Your eyes were blurry from the tears that never seemed to end as you made you way through your phone. The texts that Jensen had sent you throughout the day were the hardest to re-read. They made your heart ache. You wanted to go back to him. You wanted to ease his pain but you knew you couldn’t. You had to stay away. You were doing this for him and his family.
Please come back baby. I love you so much.
Don’t do this babygirl. I can’t give you up.
Don’t give up on us. We will make this work. Please come home.
I love you so much Y/n. Please please let me know you are okay.
The tears continued to roll down your cheeks. You had never felt that this kind of pain before. Sure you had thought you had been in love before and you had your share of break-ups in the past but nothing had ever left you so heartbroken.
A knock on your door drew your attention from your phone and you rose up slowly from the couch, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you made your way to the door.
Jared rushed inside your room as soon as you opened the door, his long strong arms wrapping tight around you as he pulled you into his chest. You clung to him, your hands fisting in his shirt at his sides as he held you close.
“Shh kitten. It’s going to be okay.” He murmured as you sobbed against his chest until your tears soaked into his shirt. “I’ve got you. Calm down baby.” He placed soft kisses to the top of your head as one hand gently stroked your hair while his other hand ran up and down against your back.
“I’ve ruined everything.” You cried into his broad chest. “I was so selfish. I was supposed to stop it before she ever found out. It’s all my fault. She wasn’t supposed to find out.” You words came out choked and almost hysterical between sobs.
“No, no, no. It’s not all your fault sweetheart.” Jared continued to stroke softly against your back as he made gentle shushing noises.
“I was supposed to walk away. I was supposed to end it before she knew.” You cried. “I should have never. I just love him so much.”
“I know.” Jared placed another kiss to the top of your head before he pulled back slightly so he could look down at you. He tilted your head up so you would look at him. He smiled softly down into your tear stained face, gently wiping the tears from your eyes. “Calm down now kitten. It’s going to be okay.”
“Stop saying that. Jensen said that too.” Your brows knitted together tightly. “Nothing is going to be okay. My sister hates me, she thinks I’m a whore and I’ve ruined my family. I am a horrible person Jared.”
“You are not a horrible person.” Jared frowned at you as he gently cupped your cheeks. “And nothing is ruined. Come on, come sit down with me.” Jared lets his hands fall from your soft cheeks so he could take your hands in his to lead you over to the small sofa in the room.
He sat down and pulled you into his lap tucking you against his chest before he began speaking again. “Nothing is ruined. Your sister doesn’t hate you.”
“You don’t know that.” You pressed your face against his chest and Jared rested his chin on the top of your head.
“I do know that. She told me to bring you home.” He gently petted your hair as he spoke softly. “She is your sister and she loves you. Family sticks together no matter what.”
You huffed softly. “This is not the show Jare. It doesn’t always work like that in real life.”
“I know that kitten.” Jared’s chest rumbled softly with a chuckle. “But you have an amazing family and you are an amazing person. It is going to be alright. I promise.” His large hand gently cupped your chin and he lifted your face to his so he could place a gentle kiss to your lips.
You returned his kiss tenderly and Jared pulled back to smile at you. “It will be okay.” He whispered softly before his nose nudged against yours and he kissed you again.
Your eyes closed and you hummed softly against the sweet kiss, his soft lips were delicate against your mouth and you melted into him. Jared held you tight as he deepened the kiss, his tongue licked softly at your full bottom lip until your lips parted for him. Jared’s tongue delved into your mouth slowly and danced sensually against your own.
A soft sigh of contentment filled Jared’s chest as he broke the kiss. He gently wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks before placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
“Have you eaten at all today kitten?”
You shook your head softly in reply and stared down at your hands knowing Jared would be disappointed in your for not taking care of yourself. He tisked you and slid you from his lap.
“You need to eat. I’ll order room service, unless you want me to go out and grab something.” He stood from the couch.
“No don’t go. Room service is fine.” You answered quickly not wanting to be left alone again.
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Jensen made his way out to the patio. He felt utterly defeated. He had screwed up so much in his life. He had hurt the two people he loved the most. He flung himself down into a patio chair and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. How had his life come to this? He brought a cigarette to his full lips as he replayed last night events over and over in his head. Out of everything that happened the conversation that he had with Danneel after you had passed out was what plagued him the most.
(flashback)
“Why Jensen?” Danneel’s bright eyes shone with tears as she looked at her husband. “Was it me? Was I not giving you what you needed? Do you not love me anymore?”
“No darlin’. It’s not that at all.” Jensen reached out and took his wife’s hand in his. “I love you.” He sighed softly. “I didn’t go out looking to have an affair. It’s more complicated than that.”
“So explain it to me.” Danneel narrowed her eyes slightly. “I deserve to understand why this happened.”
Jensen let his hand slip from his wife’s as he stood up. He scrubbed his hand over his jaw as he gathered his thoughts. He didn’t know where to begin. He slowly began to pace the floor. “I’m not sure where to start.” He paused, staring down at nothing. “I’ve been in love with Y/n for a long time. I just didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t want to admit to you, to her, hell I didn’t want to admit it to myself.”
Jensen kept his back to his wife as he spoke, afraid to see the expression on her face, afraid to see the hurt he knew he was causing. “I fell in love with her when I first met her, but she was so young back then and I thought our age difference would be a big deal. By the time I realized what I felt for her and decided to do something about it I was too late, she was dating someone.” He bit at his bottom lip as he slowly turned to look at Danneel. “And then I met you and well…I fell in love with you too.” He smiled softly at her. “I thought I could just forget about what I felt for Y/n and I did, for years. I pushed it down and focused on work, on you, and then on our family. We moved out here and she stayed in California so it was even easier then.” He turned away again as he started pacing once more. “But then she got the role on the show and I was with her all the time again. I had forgotten how funny she was, how she makes me laugh, how kind, and caring she is. I had forgotten how much we have in common. Then it just snowballed. I felt myself falling for her all over again and when we had to do those intimate scenes I just…I …” Jensen trailed off.
“She has always loved you.” Danneel’s soft voice cut through the silence and Jensen spun around, he did little to hide the surprise on his face.
“What?”
“I’ve always known she was in love with you.” Danneel’s eyes locked on her husband’s. When Jensen didn’t speak Danneel continued. “She called me the day she met you. Told me about this great guy she had met at a job. She said she thought it was love at first sight. She talked about you non-stop for weeks after that. It broke her heart when you asked me out.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Jensen swallowed hard as his mind fought to make sense of everything.
“Because I was being selfish. After working with you and getting to know you I saw what she saw and I wanted you for myself.”
“But she was seeing that guy…” Jensen dropped down to sit on the sofa as he stared slacked jaw at his wife.
“She was only dating him to try and make you jealous. She hoped that if you saw her with someone else you would man up and ask her out, but it back fired and you asked me out instead.” Danneel felt fresh tears streak down her cheeks. “If I had been a good sister I would have told you how she felt about you. I knew you felt the same about her, I could see it every time you looked at her. You looked at her the way I wanted you to look at me.” Danneel wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Y/n is honestly a better person than I am. When I told her I was in love with you I could see how hurt she was but she just put on a smile and told me she was happy for me.” Danneel hung her head. “I took away the man she loved and she told me she was happy for me.” She mumbled softly through her fresh tears.
Jensen sat back on the couch dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to say, how to respond. His wife was not the person he thought she was. But, he guessed, he wasn’t the person she thought he was either.
They both sat in silence for a long moment before Jensen pushed himself back up to his feet. “I’m going to go sit with Y/n, keep an eye on her.” He began to make his way out of the room, he stopped and looked back over his shoulder at Danneel. “We all need to talk. We all need to make this right.”
(end flashback)
Jensen inhaled deeply from the cigarette hanging from his lips. He knew he couldn’t sit there and wallow in self pity. He knew he had to make this right. He knew there had to be a way to fix all of this. He was a fighter. He had worked hard and fought for everything that he had wanted in life and he was determined to fight for what he wanted now.
Danneel stared out the kitchen window as she sat across from Gen at the small table in the breakfast nook. She watched Jensen as he sat alone on the patio with a cigarette in hand. The silence between the two women stretched on for a several minutes before Danneel finally turned back to her friend with a small smile.
“I’m sorry you got drug into all this.” Danneel looked down a the coffee cup in her hand.
“You know I want to be here for you and Jensen.” Genevieve gave her a warm smile and reached out to gently squeeze her hand.
Danneel tried to return her smile but it didn‘t reach her eyes. “I just can’t believe all this is happening. Did you know? I mean did Jared tell you?”
Gen shook her head. “I just found out today.”
Danneel nodded. “I can’t believe Jared covered for them. I can’t believe he went so far as to make me think he was sleeping with Y/n. What if I had talked to you about it? What if I had made you think that Jared was the one having an affair?”
Genevieve cleared her throat and took a drink from her own coffee mug. “Jared is sleeping with Y/n. He has been for about two months now. He wasn’t lying about that.”
“What?” Danneel’s eyes went wide with surprise.
Gen smiled again, there was no hint of embarrassment on her face and she simply shrugged her shoulders. “He and Y/n have been sleeping together, but only while he is working, not while he is home with us.”
“And you knew about it?”
“Yes, he asked me for my permission before he slept with her.” Genevieve nodded.
“And you said yes? How can you let your husband sleep with another woman?” Danneel’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
Gen closed her eyes briefly and sighed. “It’s a little hard to explain but I will try. I love Jared and I want him to be happy. It’s really hard on them being gone so much. You and I always talk about how hard it is on us while they are away but it’s just as hard on them, harder maybe. Jared and Jensen work such long hours, they travel so much, and they do it all for us, to take care of their families.” Gen took another drink from her coffee. “Jared is a man with needs and I can’t always be there for him so we came up with an arrangement. I don‘t expect anyone to agree with us or understand it but it is what works for us. Jared‘s happiness and well being is the most important thing to me and honestly, he has been happier in the last two months than I have seen him in a long time.”
“But,” Danneel began to interrupt.
“I know Jared loves me and I have no doubt that he will always come home to me and his sons and that is all that matters to me.” Gen smiled.
Danneel sat in silence as she soaked up this new information. “Does Jensen know about it?”
“Yes. Apparently they uh, share her.” Gen cocked her head to the side and grimaced slightly knowing Danneel would be appalled by the idea.
Danneel blinked rapidly a few times as she tried to process. “Like…both…together?” She stuttered over her words and her cheeks tinted pink.
Gen couldn’t help but let a soft chuckle escape her lips but she fought to keep it together considering the situation. Danneel was so very vanilla when it came to sex and Gen always found it funny. “Yes, they both fuck her together, at the same time. Threesomes.” Gen replied bluntly. “Jared said that was the only way Jensen would agree to share.”
Danneel’s eyes were drawn towards to the window again and she stared at her husband, her mouth agape. She couldn’t imagine her sweet husband engaged in anything so salacious. He was always so sweet, caring, and nurturing in the bedroom. She couldn’t believe her straight laced husband was capable of doing something so wild as having a threesome.
She finally turned back and looked at Gen. “What am I going to do Gen?” She bit at her lip nervously. “I don’t know how to handle all of this.”
“Honey, this situation sucks but you have to remember that Jensen loves you, and you love him.” Gen patted Daneel’s hand again. “ And you love your sister and she loves you, and it just happens that they love each other too.”
“That’s not an answer Gen.” Danneel frowned. “That is the problem.”
“Well maybe I am the wrong person to ask because I am not a conventional person, but to me, that is a lot of love. And when you have that much love it can’t possibly be a bad thing.” Gen smiled. “You all want each other to be happy right?” When Danneel nodded Gen continued. “Then there is your answer.”
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Room service had arrived and you sat on the couch, snuggled up as close to Jared as you could get without actually being in his lap while he practically force fed you to get you to eat. You were reluctant to eat, your stomach churning with the stress coursing through your veins, but you had not eaten anything since lunch yesterday so Jared insisted.
When you had finished half of your sandwich and most of the fries he had ordered you sat the plate down on the coffee table.
“You should finish that.” Jared nodded to the plate.
“Jare.” You whined. “I can’t eat any more. If I eat any more I am going to puke.”
Jared gave you a frown but nodded his head. He picked up the bottle of water at his side and handed it to you. “At least finish off the water.”
You rolled your eyes playfully at Jared but took the bottle from his hand and brought it to your lips. Jared watched you with a smile as you finished off the contents. You smiled back at him and handed him the empty bottle.
“Good girl.” He grinned and winked at you.
A smile curled your full lips as you looked up into his bright hazel eyes. “Thank you for being here for me Jare.” You moved gracefully from your spot on the sofa to climb back into his lap, your thighs spreading to straddle his legs. You pressed your body against his as your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you buried your face in the curve of his neck.
“You know I’m always here when you need me sweetheart.” Jared smiled as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around you. He let his fingers gently tunnel through your soft locks as he held you close. You sighed softly into the smooth flesh at the curve of his neck as his free hand slowly slid underneath the hem of your t-shirt to gently stroke along the soft skin of your back.
Jared’s touch was feather-light as he slowly let his fingers glide up and down your smooth soft skin. A grin formed on his lips as he felt your body shiver against his own. His caress was soothing and stimulating all at the same time and you soon found your lips kissing along the expanse of his neck as you breathed in the familiar smell of him into your lungs.
A soft hum of approval filled his throat as your mouth left warm wet kisses against his flesh and he let his head tip back against the wall behind the couch as your tongue traced soft swirls against his skin.
“Kitten.” The word came out as little more than breath as your teeth scraped lightly against his pulse point and your hips began a slow grind to his lap. His hand left the soft skin of your back to grip at your squirming hips. “Kitten.” This time the word was louder and held a bit of a growl. His fingers tightened against your hip as you ground harder against the growing bulge that was pressing between your open thighs. You licked and sucked at the flesh of his neck until Jared’s hand tightened in your hair and he pulled your head back to look down into your eyes. “Baby you have to stop, you know I can’t.”
You whimpered as you tugged your head forward trying to reach his neck once again. Your hips struggled to wiggle in his hold against you to continue their teasing dance against his lap. Jared growled low in his throat. “I said stop kitten.” He released his grip on your hip to place a swat to your rounded ass.
“But Jare.” You winced softly.
“No buts. You know the rules.” Jared smiled softly. “And I know you think it will make you feel better but having sex with me now is not going to fix anything. It would just be a distraction.”
You frowned but nodded your head silently. You knew he was right and you did want the distraction but not at the cost of asking Jared to break his promise to his wife and Jensen.
Jared smiled softly as he cupped your face in his large hands and placed a tender kiss to your lips. “You going to let me take you home now?”
You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Do I really have a choice?”
“Of course you do.” Jared cocked one eyebrow at you. “I’m not going to make you go back, but you know you are going to have to face them sooner or later.”
“What am I going to say to Danneel?” Your face fell at the thought.
“You need to tell her the truth. The truth is always better than a lie or making excuses.” Jared tapped your thighs softly. “C’mon kitten, let me take you home.”
You nodded and reluctantly slid out of Jared’s lap. He gave you a reassuring smile as he grabbed your suitcase that still sat by the door and waited for you to grab your jacket.
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It was the early morning hours and Jensen had made his way in from the patio and settled in on the loveseat in his living room. He kept looking between his watch and his phone checking the time and wondering what in the hell was taking Jared so long. Maybe you didn’t want to come home to him. Maybe you had decided he wasn’t worth the trouble anymore. Was Jared stuck wherever you were trying to convince you to come back? Were you okay? Jared would surely let him know if something had happened to you, right? All these thoughts were racing through his head and it was driving him crazy. He tunneled his fingers through his hair again, the short brown locks sticking up on end from the constant contact.
The sound of his front door opening had Jensen springing up from the sofa.
You had barely stepped foot in the room when Jensen’s arms were crashing around you and he hugged you tight against his body. “Oh my God baby, I was so worried.” Jensen buried his face into your hair as he squeezed you so tight you thought you weren’t going to be able to breathe. “Don’t ever do that again. Please don’t ever leave me again baby girl.”
“Jay.” You whimpered silently as you stayed engulfed in his arms. You could feel his body tremble softly against yours as he cried. “Don’t cry Jay.” You gently stroked your hands up and down his back until you heard him take a shaky breath and he pulled back away from you. “I’m here now.” You whispered softly as you stared up into his olive eyes.
He gave you a nod and a small smile formed on his lips. He let his hands slide down the length of your arms until he could hold both of your hands in his own. “You finally ready to talk about this?”
“Yeah, I think so.” You returned his smile before looking back over your shoulder at Jared. Jared smiled and nodded in reassurance, letting you know he was right there with you.
Jensen and Jared lead you into the kitchen where Danneel and Genevieve were still sitting. You immediately felt your stomach begin to knot again as your eyes landed on your sister. No one said a word as the three of you approached the table and you all took a seat. The tension in air was palpable as you sat down between Jared and Jensen.
You tried your best not to make eye contact with Danneel and opted at looking down at your hands instead. You sat in silence that seemed to stretch on forever. You had never felt so uncomfortable in your own skin before. You wanted a black hole to come swallow you up. The urge to either leave the room or throw up was almost overwhelming. Finally Gen was the one to break the silence.
“Well I guess Jared and I should get going. I know you guys have a lot to talk about.”
“Don’t go.” Your head snapped up and your pleading eyes met Jared’s.
Jared looked from you to his wife who sat on his other side. “I’d like to stay.” He said matter-of-factly.
“This really isn’t our business honey.” Gen tried smiling at her husband.
“Yeah it kind of is.” Jared sighed. “I think we all should talk.” Jared rubbed his hand across the back of his neck and looked up like he was going to speak but Jensen spoke up first.
“I’m sorry we made you think Jared broke the rules and slept with Y/n while we were home.” Jensen’s soft green eyes met Gen’s.
“I never thought that.” Gen smiled a tight lipped smile.
Jensen’s brows furrowed as he looked between Jared and Gen obviously confused.
“I couldn’t lie to her. I never lie to her.” Jared gave a half hearted smile. “I had to tell her the truth. I told her what was really going on.”
“Oh, well I guess it doesn’t matter now since it’s all out in the open anyway.” Jensen nodded.
Jared nodded back. “Yeah.” He took a breath and blew it out slowly before turning so he could look directly at his wife. “And because I never lie to you I need to tell you something.” Gen raised both her manicured eyebrows and waited on Jared to continue. “You were right all along. I do have feelings for Y/n. I thought maybe it was just because it was something new and exciting but now I know, all this had made me realize that, I love her.”
An audible gasp left your lips at Jared’s confession and you looked up with wide eyes.
“I know.” Gen replied calmly.
“You do?” Jared was the one frowning now.
“Yes baby. I have known for about a month now. You should hear the way you talk about her and the way you look at her, it‘s easy to tell.” Gen shook her head and laughed softly.
“So wait, you knew but you let me keep seeing her?” Jared was surprised.
“It doesn’t change anything between you and I Jared.” Gen smiled. “It’s like you have told me, even if you do have feelings for Y/n you still love me, you still love your family. Right?”
“Right.” Jared nodded.
“So, should I be worried?” Gen asked.
“Um no. No of course not. I still love you babe and I always will. Nothing will ever change that.” Jared smiled and bit at his bottom lip. “I do have one thing I want to ask though.”
“What?”
“I want to be able to see her outside of work. When we are home for extended periods of time.” Jared turned his head to look over at Jensen. “And I want to be able to see her without you sometimes too.”
The room fell silent once again as everyone’s eyes darted around the table looking at each other.
Gen gave you and Jared a sideways glance as she contemplated her husband‘s request. She was not sure how she felt about it but she remembered the advice she had just given Danneel not an hour earlier. “Okay.” Gen sighed. “I think we can work something out.”
Jensen glared at Jared for a moment before simply nodding his head and then adding. “If that is what Y/n wants.”
Jared turned his attention to you then, a grin brightened his features and he took your hand in his. “This is not exactly how I planned on telling you this but, I love you kitten.”
You stared up at him, your eyes still wide in surprise but his grin was always contagious so you couldn‘t help but return his smile. “I love you too Jare.”
Jared’s smile broadened and he gave your hand a squeeze before leaning down and placing a kiss to your temple.
“Thank you babe. Thank you for always supporting me.” Jared smiled as he looked back at Gen.
Genevieve laughed softly at her husband. She couldn’t deny she loved seeing him happy. Genevieve looked at you then and she smiled warmly. “I won’t lie and say that I am thrilled that my husband is in love with another woman but if it was going to happen then I am glad it is with you. I know you love him. I know you are good to him, and I know you will take care of him when I can’t.”
You nodded your head. “I will Gen, and thank you.”
Everyone turned and looked at Danneel then. You knew your fate rested in her hands. It was all up to her at this point. You hadn’t spoken to your sister since she found out about your dirty little secret and you weren’t sure where to begin but you knew you had to say something.
“D, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” You finally spoke up as you let your eyes meet hers for the first time. “I know saying I’m sorry doesn’t make up for anything and I understand if you hate me. I hate me too. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen and I know that is a lousy excuse. Just please, don’t take it out on Jensen. If you want to blame anyone blame me. I know I am a terrible person. But he needs you. He needs his family. Don’t take that away from him.” Once you started talking it was like you couldn’t stop. “JJ means everything to him and she needs her dad so just please…I’ll leave and you two can work it out and if you never want to see me again I understand, and I‘ll leave the show if I have to. I just need to know that Jay will still have his family. You can forgive him. He just made a mistake. I was a mistake and you two can fix this.”
Danneel watched as the two people she loved most in this world broke down in front of her, completely heartbroken, and it was almost more than she could bear. She watched how the tears streamed down your face while you spoke and then her eyes turned to Jensen. Jensen looked at you, his own red- rimmed tear filled eyes staring at you with such need and desperation that it made her own heart ache. Your words caused him to break down at the thought of loosing you. That's when she knew she would do anything for the people she loved.
“Y/n, baby please.” Jensen’s words caught in his throat.
“No.” Danneel spoke the one word.
“No?” You choked through a sob.
“No, you aren’t leaving the show and no, I don’t hate you.” Danneel’s own eyes prickled with tears as she thought about the sacrifices you were willing to make to ensure she and Jensen were happy. “No, you aren’t the only one to blame. No, you aren’t a terrible person. You are my sister and you are one of the most caring and kind-hearted people I have ever met. So no, he isn’t going to lose his family and that family includes you. No, you were not a mistake. Love is not a mistake. And finally no, you aren’t going anywhere, you aren’t leaving, and you aren’t dumping my husband because of me. I took him away from you once and I won’t do it again. He loves you and you make him happy.”
“What?” You and Jensen both asked in unison, the shock and surprise written on both of your faces.
Jensen wiped the tears from his freckled cheeks as he stared at his wife in awe. “Are you saying what I think you are saying?”
Danneel nodded her head. “You two are the most important people in my life and I want you to be happy. I want us all to be happy.”
“How exactly would this work?” You asked, still a little bewildered that Danneel would even suggest this.
“I honestly don’t know. It’s not like I had a plan for this, but we can figure it out together.” Danneel smiled at you.
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I met Eugene from the walking dead.
My mom and I went to walker stalker a couple years back. This was pretty much the peak of the hype train for twd. People were dressed as Negan as far as the eye could see. People were flocking to see him and screaming at the sight of their favorite characters and actors. Out of all the lines for signatures and pictures, Eugenes was the shortest, so we saw him first. While he was signing our pictures, a flock of fans spotted Norman Reedus and start just screeching. I started to get all nervous cause crowds and yelling stresses me out a lot.
"You too? I love the fans, but the screaming gets to be too much for me." He smiled and gave me a hug for a picture. We started chatting a little about being skittish until he asks me why i would get his signature and not someone elses because so far in the series hes kinda seen as a bad guy.
"You gotta do what you gotta do. Survival man." Thats all i could say before we got ushered away for the next fan to get a pic. Seeing him progress and grow as a character is amazing and makes me so happy. It made me feel a lot better knowing that even stars have the same problems that i do. I felt less alone and like i could live my dreams too. Thanks Josh.
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on January 21, 2009, i had my first endocrinology appointment at Boston Children’s Hospital with Dr. Norman Spack. that day, at 17 years old with my mom beside me, i received my first dose of testosterone. i was home by noon, and begged my mom to take me back to school for the final two class periods so i could share my joy with my closest friends. i often regarded that day as one of rebirth - joking that i was an Obama baby as it was just after his inauguration, as some may remember from my very first YouTube video :) . . today is February 23, 2018 and i am over 9 years into my physical transition from female to male. this hasn’t always been joy and smiles and hope and optimism - there were days i didn’t know i would make it through the pain, dysphoria, barriers to mental and physical health, amongst just being a teenager navigating life. however, in the end - i wouldn’t trade anything. . . my smile is genuine when it reaches my lips. my laughter comes from my belly. i can cry whether i’m overwhelmed with joy or overcome with sadness. i feel whole and infinite. my physical journey has definitely contributed to a lot of this wholeness, and i want to thank Boston Children’s Hospital, especially Dr Spack, Dr Pilcher, the whole GEMS clinic (which started right when i got there - one day a month - and now is over two full days a week to help young trans kids !!!) and Francie who has helped inspire my career as well ❤️💕 . . today, i “graduated” from Boston Children’s Hospital, aka i’m 26 now and usually they move folks out after 24 😂 it was a warm and loving goodbye as they drew my blood underneath Dr Seuss drawings. . . today, i gifted all my doctors a copy of my book - letting them know that many of my dreams had come true thanks to their facility and kindness. i teared up as my doctor told me about the many kids who come in to see her now who mention they had seen my videos and were inspired by me. for those of you whom that’s the case - YOU inspire me too. . . what a blessed life to feel better and better in my skin, from my first shot on T (left pic) and until now and beyond (right pic, ignore my stache i’m trying out lol) . . #trans #transgender #ftm
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My trip to the happiest place on earth: Heroes and Villains Fan Fest
This is going to be really long I am sorry in advance, but I feel like so many celebrities have been letting us down lately so here are great stories about actors we should stan.
I bolded every actors name so if you are interested in just that particular actor and how they behave with fans you can jump there!
Some things to know about this convention:
It was HVFF Chicago and Walker Stalker Con Chicago, all rolled into one. So most of the focus was on The Walking Dead cast, like Norman Reedus and Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
I was pretty much only there for the cast of The Gifted and The Defenders. It got WILD on the Walking Dead side.
I also went to everything Riverdale because my friend that went with me loves that show.
Day 1 actors: Emma Dumont, Sean Teale, Blair Redford, Hayley Lovitt, Élodie Yung
Day 2 actors: Emma Dumont, Sean Teale, Blair Redford, Hayley Lovitt, Élodie Yung, Mike Colter, Lili Reinhart, Madelaine Petsch.
DAY 1
A lot of you know that Lorna Dane aka Polaris is my all time favorite superhero. So knowing that Emma Dumont was going to be there was v overwhelming. But I brought her some of her fave snacks and a necklace and raced over to her table. There were probably 8-10 people in front of me but the second I walked up she screamed and pointed at me (in full Lorna costume) and goes “YAS QUEEN ITS LORNA” and I got really really really excited about what was coming. She was also bothering Sean and kept sending him her own headshot.
She chatted with all of her fans and as I was getting closer she kept turning to me and chatting with me along with the others in line. When it was finally my turn she kept going on and on about how excited she was to see another Lorna (as she was in full costume) and was SO excited. We chatted for about 10 minutes about Polaris and why we both loved her so much and then she told me HELLA SEASON 2 SPOILERS THAT I PINKY PROMISED TO NEVER TELL SO I AM SORRY BUT WILL NOT SAY A WORD and then I gave her the present and she read the card first and started to cry she was so excited. She screamed when she opened all of her snacks. And then I gave her the necklace and she cried because she loved it so much which honestly amazed me. I was wearing mine too and so she took lots of pics of us in our necklaces. It was of Polaris, the north star, and she said it would always guide her.
Then we took probably 100 pictures on both of our phones and they are all incredible. She kept hugging me and after about 20 minutes of holding up the line I left and I sat and cried for a good minute because wow she was the most kind person in the world.
When I saw her later in the day for our photo ops she told the photographer that she was making a weird face so she wanted a second photo with me and then when she hugged me goodbye she told me to pick my fave which is honestly such a queen move.
At the end of the day she posted a photo of the two of us captioned “I found Polaris” on her insta story and I cried.
Once I got my shit together I went to Sean Teale, who plays Marcos. BOY OH BOY THIS MAN IS HANDSOME. He was so smooth and that is the only way I can describe him. While he was chatting with another fan I talked to his brother who was so funny and incredible. More about his brother later. So I greet Sean and he smiles and hugs me and loves that I am dressed as Lorna and jokes that if Emma sees me she’ll lose it so just be ready and I told him I was with her for 20ish minutes and he said yup that’s about right. So we chat and talk about season 2 and he kept ragging on his costars (mostly Blair). Then he stopped me mid-sentence and was like wow you have like “mutant colored eyes”. And I about fainted and he was like “omg I’m sorry I mean that as a compliment, it’s like you’re one of us” and I had to keep reassuring him that it was the best compliment he could have given me. Then we took our pic and he hugged me and he smells rly good and he kissed the top of my head and sent me on my merry way.
Next was Blair Redford. I thought I was ready to meet one of the loves of my life. I was wrong. I have had the BIGGEST crush on him for forever. So walking up to his table was so intimidating. But this giant teddy bear was so warm and welcoming the nerves went away so fast. He told me I looked great as Lorna and again we chatted about The Gifted duh and we talked about his broken foot (which everyone had a different story for what happened. I think I am the only fan that knows the truth) and how he wants to be a writer for the show at some point. And then he stood up to take a pic (which he did not do for anyone else) and had me check it to make sure that I was happy with it before hugging me and I swear in that moment my crops were watered and my skin was cleared.
Then I met Hayley Lovitt who plays Sage on The Gifted and The Wasp in Ant-Man. She kept telling me how nervous she was because it was her first con and didn’t really know how to act around fans. There weren’t too many people at her table and she was in the mood to talk so we stayed and had a grand time with her. We talked about loving milkshakes and the show and how hot Blair is and it was just a really positive experience.
As we went to leave I saw that Élodie Yung’s line was empty which had not happened all day, so I seized the moment and ran in real quick. I got my money out to buy an autograph and she stopped her manager and was like no no I’ll just do it. So that was a queen move. And then we talked about Elektra and how she thinks they could bring her back again because hey why not. Her French accent is literally so mindblowing-ly beautiful I cannot get over it. I was just in awe of her the entire time we were talking. Then we got on the subject of how hot it was in the convention and I joked that I am really prone to fainting (which I am whoops) and she was like “No we can’t have that” so she had me sit with her and had her handler get me some water. So I sat with her and had my water and that is how my day one ended. Pretty wild.
Day 2
I am going to tell this day in chronological order bc it is important.
I went back to Emma Dumont because of course I did and she literally yelled “GRACE OMG YOU’RE BACK HOW ARE YOU” while she was talking to other fans, and then explained to everyone in line that I dressed as Lorna and that we were best friends. So as I am waiting I am talking to her manager and Sean’s brother, who happens to be his manager. They were just really chill guys and you guys that is the BEST way to get perks when you are at these things. MAKE FRIENDS WITH MANAGERS. So it gets back to me and Emma is her regular chatty self. I told her how much I appreciated her posting the pic and that I am sad because she had all the best pics of us on her phone and she goes “Oh girl let me send them to you what’s your number?” and I told her and boom- my phone buzzes. Pics from an unknown number with an LA area code. Emma texted me off her own damn phone and now I have her number and I am waiting for the perfect moment to text her. I will keep you posted on that. We chat. She’s great. She tells me that I have to come back before the end of the day to say goodbye.
I catch Sean Teale’s brother/manager and ask if it is cool if I just go up and say hi to Sean again without getting an autograph and he was like yeah of course. So I head back up and he goes “My favorite mutant eyes! How are you love?” and then KISSES MY CHEEK AND HUGS ME AND I LOST IT. I mean I was not ok at all. He asked me about my day and everything I did yesterday and he was just so genuine and I felt like he really cared about everything that I was saying. It was magical.
Then I went to a panel with Élodie Yung and Mike Colter, aka Elektra and Luke Cage. We got to line up to ask questions and some how by some miracle I was first in line. Mike was on facetime with his daughter because she liked to see all of her dad’s fans and it was the cutest thing I have ever seen. When they sent the questions over to the line Mike said “is the first question coming from Daisy Johnson?” and I wanted to die I was so excited. I got to ask a question and they gave really great answers. I’ll post the video on my insta! They talked about a lot of really great Defenders stuff and it was really awesome.
Then we went to Lili Reinhart and Madelaine Petsch’s booths. I am going to start this by telling everyone I have not seen one minute of Riverdale. My friend that was with me loves the show so I went with her. They seemed pretty nice, but they did not stand for photos and everything felt very rushed. I did really like one of Madelaine’s people, who recognized that I was Daisy and talked to me about his time working at Marvel Comics. That was fun. Nothing negative to say about the girls but everything felt very strict and not as fun. Could be management, could be the fact that everything is a gentle amount of chaos. Who knows.
It was about time for us to leave so it was time to say one last goodbye to my friends from The Gifted. When we hopped back into Emma Dumont’s mile-long line, Sean Teale’s brother/manager saw us and gave me a look, so I went to talk to him while my friend held my spot in line. I told him that I had a comic I wanted Emma to sign and that we had to leave soon because we had about 5 hours of driving to do to get home. We chatted for about 10 minutes, then I rejoined my friend in line. We waited for about 20 minutes and only about 5 people had made it through. There was no way we were going to be able to see Emma again, so we cut our loses and jumped over to Sean’s line, which had almost no one in it. His brother/manager asked what I was doing and I told him I couldn’t wait but he was like “but! you wanted that signed!!” And I was like yeah I just can’t wait and I am really bummed.
So he goes “well here I’ll get it for you”. He walks over to Emma, who is about 5 feet away, stops her convo with a fan and goes “Hey can you sign this real quick for me?” and she kinda gave him a look because why does he need something signed? And then he pointed at me and she goes “OMG GRRRRACEEEEE ARE YOU LEAVING??” signs it, comes over and gives me a hug, tells me to be safe, and to keep in touch. I will be eternally grateful to this man. I gave him a hug and told him he is the best person on the planet because it is true.
All this time I am in Sean’s line so it is my turn and we chat some and I showed him what I had Emma sign and he tells us to be safe, gives me a big hug and another head kiss and it was everything.
We pop by Hayley’s table and give her a quick “hey” and a hug and she told us that she had just seen our posts on twitter about meeting her day one. She is the sweetest.
No one is in Blair’s line so I ask if it is okay to say goodbye. It is at this point that Sean’s brother and Emma’s manager come over to talk to Blair’s manager and she literally could not care less because she knows that I am in love with him so it is fine. I talked to Blair for about 25 minutes about script ideas and plot lines before I literally have to leave the convention so I give him a hug and it’s out the doors I go.
IF YOU MANAGED TO READ ALL THAT WOW AND GOOD ON YOU BECAUSE THAT WAS SO MUCH. I HAD THE BEST TIME AND I HAVE SOME PHOTOS COMING SOON!
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Hello everyone, and welcome back to my free gift card giveaway.
Today we are going to start to off with something special.
Happy birthday to @dangerfoodguy!
Hope your day was very, well, happy.
We have two other pics for him. Containing some oc’s he showed me in private.
First we have a robot and a magnet mom, showing us why these two things don’t work well together.
and secondly, we have a beautiful Giraffe milf.
Hope you like them.
Up next we have @realdracotheshetposter after a trip to Dr.Deckers office.
Damn, he might be a maniac, but he can sure make some teeth shine.
Or tusks, in this case.
@naw014 is the guy with the original idea.
Bro, @horny-kha.
You gotta start closing you fence properly.
Ya vixen keeps getting out, and wanders into my yard.
It gets weird after that point.
Oh look, it’s @meiartspotato‘s Clover .Now isn’t her smile just radiant? Wonder what makes her so happy?
Now for the last pieces, we have a fusion of @pehntahpenne‘s characters with mine.
Had insomnia, so I stayed up drawing these.
We start will Ellis+Father
Then Bulli+Jack
Followed by Norman+entity
Finally, we have Millie+Howard Mup
Have a nice day everyone, and remember...
Gotcha!
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The first to blow your mind Pt.1
Welcome to my new mini-series!
Daryl Dixon x Reader
*Summary: It’s Daryl Dixon’s 18th birthday and he can’t stop his brother from dragging him to the strip club, one of Merle’s favourite places, to celebrate. There’s a new singer there, a girl with a beautiful voice and a beautiful smile, even Daryl can see it. Little does he know, he’s going to meet her again at the woods soon. This was a request but it got out of hand.
Daryl’s POV. Teen Daryl.Pre-apocalypse. Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst
3341 words.
Chapters: 1/8
Link to masterlist is in the info of this blog.
I know this story is different because it’s pre-apocalypse, it has teen Daryl, and it’s all from Daryl’s pov...but I’m excited about it and I hope you all will like it too, please let me know your thoughts. By the way, I didn’t come up with the idea of the song that the reader sang, it came for the request, it was a nice choice!
***I’ve been reblogging a lot of young Norman pics to get in the mood for teen Daryl, if you want to check it! Some of them are really how I imagine him in this story: https://twdeadfanfic.tumblr.com/tagged/tftbym ***
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It didn’t take long for Daryl to regret having let Merle drag him to the strip club. It wasn’t the first time he tried, but this time Daryl hadn’t managed to get away from it, with Merle saying it was his 18th birthday present and what not, literally dragging him to the club.
So there he was now, with his brother and Merle’s group of friends, feeling as out of place and awkward as ever, surrounded by half-naked girls and men hollering at them to take more clothes off, and honestly, he didn’t see the point.
He didn’t like his brother’s friends, he wasn't interested in getting high like they did almost every night. He had never been tempted, seeing how the drugs made Merle a mean, bigger asshole, out of control, getting into even more trouble. He wasn’t interested in paying girls so they’d take their clothes off or seeing them naked either, if only it made him more uncomfortable.
“Come on, baby bro!” Merle’s voice was so loud Daryl was sure he could be heard in the whole club, not that it was big to begin with, and Daryl cringed, shrinking into his seat. “That one has her eyes on you!” Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he glanced to the half-naked girl for a second before dropping his gaze to the ground again, making Merle guffaw as he shoved a bill into the dancer’s underwear. “Booze’s on me too!”
Daryl swallowed the drink that Merle passed him in one go, hoping he’d get wasted soon and it’d made it easier to deal with Merle and his friends, but it only made his headache go worse.
At some point, the music changed and Merle elbowed him. “That's the new girl! She's been here for a month or so. You gotta see that ass!” Merle laughed and Daryl looked up from the floor and to the stage in time to see a girl stopping in front of a microphone. She wasn’t half naked like the others but wearing a tight, deep red, sequin dress. “She’s super hot, isn’t she?” Daryl shrugged but nodded, he supposed she was beautiful.
“Wait until she takes off the dress” Merle let out a big laugh. “You’re wearing too much clothes sweetheart!” He hollered at the girl, unnecessary loud considering they were as close as possible to the stage, and Daryl tried to make himself as small as possible on his seat again.
The girl just winked at his brother, and then she began singing.
You've been a bad, bad boy
gonna take my time, so enjoy
There's no need to feel no shame
Relax, and sip upon my champagne
Cos I wanna give you a little taste
Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy.
She had a beautiful voice, Daryl had to give her that, he hadn’t expected he’d see something like that. All the men had gone quiet while she sang, even his brother, which wasn’t an easy thing to achieve.
Oh baby, for all it's worth
I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind
Now, if you're ready, come and get me
I'll give you that hot, sweet, sexy loving
Merle was right, she was beautiful, a smile on her face as she sang, her body rocking with the music, as if hypnotizing him, and Daryl found himself staring at her, he couldn’t help it.
Hush now, don't say a word
I'm gonna give you what you deserve
Now, you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy.
Daryl’s eyes followed the girl’s hands as they roamed over her body and he swallowed hard, blushing, but he couldn’t make himself look away.
Now give me a little spanking
Oh, oh, is that all you've got?
Come on now, don't play with me.
“I’ll spank you, just come here, darling, and take off that damn dress!” Merle hollered, laughing, making Daryl cringe again, but if the girl heard him she didn't seem to care, still singing with that dreamy smile on her face.
Oh, give me that hot, sweet, nasty
Boy, don't you make me wait[
Now you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy.
The song ended, the music changed and the spell was broken. The men were back at hollering at the girls and Daryl was back at looking at the floor.
“Come here, sweetheart, and lose some clothes!”
Daryl heard his brother cheering and when he looked up he saw him calling for the singer as he waved some bills on his hand. The girl let her dress fall to the floor as she approached them, revealing black, lace underwear, and Daryl quickly dropped his gaze to the floor again.
“It's sweet you come to watch me sing almost every day,” the girl said and Daryl looked up just enough to see Merle shoving some bills into her underwear before dropping his gaze to the floor again.
“Not as sweet as that ass of yours, that's what I come to see!” Merle guffawed. “You know what sweetheart, it’s my baby bro birthday!” Daryl felt his brother throwing an arm over his shoulders, roughly pulling him to his side. “Why you don’t give him a private show as a present, uh?” Daryl's cheeks heat up, his heart beating hard, and he managed to break free from his brother’s grasp.
“It doesn’t seem he likes me much.” The girl chuckled awkwardly and Daryl said nothing, eyes fixed on the ground.
“Goddamit…what’s wrong with you, lil’ bro?!” Merle grumbled. “Ignore him, sweetheart, you have the attention of the best, big brother. He gotta embarrass me everywhere, being such a pussy.”
“Shut up!” Daryl snapped, glaring at his brother, who was smirking as if he had accomplished whatever he’d been trying to do. He forced himself to look at the girl as if trying to prove a point. She was beautiful indeed, her smile sweet as she looked at him, and she looked younger than he had realized.
“Happy birthday, darling…what you say, do you want a private show? That’s not really something that I do, but well, could make an exception for those eyes of yours.” She winked at him and Daryl’s heart skipped a beat, it was being hard not to look away. “Well, these straps are looking too bare, aren’t they, darling?” She wiggled one of her shoulders, hooking a finger under the strap of her bra and pulling at it. “Maybe get your brother to decorate them with some bills and I’ll think about giving you that private show…”
She leaned over towards where he was sat down until Daryl’s eyes landed on her neckline and he couldn’t keep it together any longer, sitting up abruptly, almost pushing the girl away.
“I don’t need any of that!” He snapped, storming away, gritting his teeth in shame as he heard Merle’s and his friend’s loud laughs.
“Told you sweetheart, a pussy!”
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During the next days, Daryl couldn't stop thinking about the night of his birthday, the strip club and the girl, feelings of embarrassment and shame making him blush red again. Merle had kept teasing him, laughing at him when he managed to make him snap.
He didn't know why but he couldn't get that singer out of his head, no matter he tried, his brain kept replaying her song and he kept seeing her smile, seeing her winking at him, calling him darling...He was sick and tired of it all, and he was doing his best to forget about that night and ignore his brother’s teasing.
About a week later, Daryl was walking through the woods, hoping to find some squirrels or a rabbit, when he heard some noises. As he walked closer, he recognized a voice singing and then she saw a girl walking around.
Daryl lowered his crossbow, wondering what she was doing there, he had never seen someone there, though the girl seemed oblivious to his presence. She spun as she sang and then she spotted him, jumping a bit.
“Shit, you scared me!”
Daryl didn't say anything, just looked at her. He had thought he recognized the singing voice, and now he was almost sure it was her. She looked very different without makeup though, and younger, and even her voice as she spoke was different than when she’d talked in the strip club, less husky.
“You hunting or something?” She asked when he still didn't say anything, and Daryl nodded. “Didn't know I was in risk of getting hunted.” She chuckled quietly.
“I'd never seen none here,” Daryl said quietly.
“I know, that's why I decided to come for a walk.”
It seemed she didn't know who he was, and why would she, sure a lot of men had come and gone to the club since his birthday and sure she smiled and winked to everyone, she hadn't even really looked at him.
“By the way, hi! You’re the birthday boy!” Or maybe she did know who he was, and Daryl found himself blushing at her words. “You're the brother of Merle, he’s a loud guy but he comes almost every night and tips a lot.”
Daryl nodded in silence, looking down
“It's a good night when he shows up, I never get as many tips as when he does.” She chuckled again.
“You give him a lot of private shows?” Daryl didn't know what made him snap like that, maybe the embarrassing memories of that night.
“I told you that day, I don't do that. And anyway, it doesn't seem that safe to do private shows to half the men that go there, you know…”
“You seemed pretty ready to give me one.”
“I knew you weren't going to say yes, you seemed scared of me.” She giggled softly and Daryl blushed in embarrassment, glaring at her. “Or maybe you don't like me, dunno.”
“What if I had said yes?”
“Well, I would have asked for a very generous tip to your brother and then you'd have found that I'm actually not that good of a dancer.” She chuckled awkwardly. “But I wasn't worried, you looked harmless, you seemed sweet despite the guys you were with. It just seemed a good way to get more tips from your brother.”
She shrugged and Daryl didn't know what to say to all that, he knew she had talked to him like that back then only for the money, but still...he wondered if she was playing with him now too, and laughing at him. He didn't know what to do.
“I ain't sweet.” He snapped. Merle called him that sometimes as an insult or to laugh at him.
“Well, you don't look harmless now with that thing.” She pointed at his crossbow.
Daryl wondered if she might think he would hurt her...it bothered him but it shouldn’t surprise him, most of the people of that town thought all kind of things about the Dixon’s...some of the things they thought about Merle and his friends were true, but others weren’t.
“I ain't gonna hurt you or nothing.”
“You hunt a lot?”
“Gotta eat.”
“That must be so cool, being able to fend for yourself.”
Daryl just shrugged again.
“Your brother has kept coming to the club but you never came back.”
Daryl didn't know why she was still trying to talk to him, with how awkward everything was, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not but he couldn't make himself walk away.
“Look, I'm sorry about that night, the way in which you left, I didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything.”
Daryl just scoffed at that. “Why you talking to me now? I ain't gonna put nothing in your bra if that's what you're trying to get.”
“Yeah, cos I'm a stripper who only does shit for money, how did I forgot.” The girl snapped. “You know, I was wrong about you.”
She turned over and began walking away, further into the woods, and Daryl didn't know why but he felt a stab of guilt in his gut that made him follow her.
“You're going in the wrong direction.”
“What?”
“You're walking away from the town.” Daryl pointed behind them.
“Maybe that's what I want.” The girl looked at him defiantly.
“You're gonna get lost.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Whatever then, I don't give a shit.” Daryl turned to walk away and despite his words, he was relieved when he heard the girl walking behind him.
“How comes you don't get lost?”
“I know these woods.” He shrugged, he had been going there for years now.
“You talk like you had been coming here for years and years but what are you, like fifteen?” The girl giggled and Daryl glared at her. “Don't look at me like that, I'm just kidding! You looked too young to be in a strip club though.”
“I'm eighteen.” He grumbled. “And aren't you too young to work in one? You can't be much older than me.”
“I'm not too young, I turned nineteen months ago, and it's not like this town has a lot of jobs to offer you know. I need it… How was that that you said? Gotta eat.”
“You don't have family or nothing?”
“My mom died a year and a half ago.” The girl looked down and Daryl felt a stab in his heart he hadn’t felt in years as he was unable to stop the memory of his mother from coming to his mind at the girl’s words.
“I'm sorry.” He mumbled awkwardly.
“Don’t have none else so I gotta work, so I dropped out of school and began working as a cashier until they fired me a couple of months ago and then the only thing I found was that club… I wasn't sure they'd hire me, I hadn't danced before but I guess they liked that I sing...Can't dance as much as all that other girls do, but well, I try...” She chuckled quietly, wiggling her hips a bit, but Daryl thought she sounded sad.
“You sing well.” Daryl couldn’t stop himself from saying it aloud. She was beautiful too, Daryl didn't know how she could have thought the club might not hire her.
“Thank you!” The girl gave him a bright smile and Daryl felt his stomach knot with strange twirls. “You know, once I've saved enough money I'm gonna go to the city and try to be a real singer. I know it won't be easy but it'd be better than this shit town, can’t wait to leave… Gonna need a lot of your brother’s tips for that.” She giggled.
Daryl said nothing, just kept walking in silence.
“What about you, got anything you want to do with your life?”
“Why you keep talking to me?” Daryl didn’t mean to snap, didn’t mean to be rude, but he couldn’t understand why she’d still try to have a conversation with him, why would she tell him all that, why would she be interested in anything about him. He didn’t know what might she want from him, he had nothing, he wasn’t his brother.
“Dunno...Just trying to be friendly.” The girl shrugged, her smile gone. “I’m sorry, I won’t bother you more.” The girl followed him in silence and Daryl didn’t know why, but it made him feel bad.
“There’s nothing I want to do with my life.” He muttered after a little while, when he could already see the town ahead. He had never thought about it, he just followed Merle around, doing what his brother wanted, and he didn’t know if there was something else for him to do, he didn’t think so.
“There must be something...there’s nothing you really, really like doing?” The girl walked a bit faster until she was walking next to him, making him a bit nervous. Daryl shrugged, he had never given that any thought.
“Dunno...I like the woods I guess.”
“Me too.” The girl gave him one of those smiles that made his stomach do funny things. “It’s only the second day I go for a walk, but I think I really like it. It’s quiet.”
“Yeah.”
“Or it was until you bumped into me and I started talking your ear off, right?” The girl giggled, though she sounded a bit embarrassed.
“Didn’t mind it.” It was true, much to Daryl’s surprise, he usually didn’t like to talk to people, especially if he didn’t know them. He wasn’t used to be with anyone who wasn’t his brother and his friends.
“Yeah?” The girl smiled again and Daryl hummed a yes. “I thought I was annoying you.”
“Nah...just don’t know why you’d want to talk to me.” Daryl found himself admitting, though he regretted it as soon as it left his mouth, making him feel silly.
“Maybe I think you’re interesting.”
Daryl looked at her at that, taken aback and sure she was messing with him and laughing at him, but she was looking down. Daryl felt lost. It didn’t seem like the girl was laughing at him, but he couldn’t understand why she might think he was interesting, or why she was still trying to talk with him.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” The girl gave him another smile, she still seemed genuine, but Daryl wasn’t sure he could lower his guard, could trust that the girl wasn’t just messing with him, laughing at him behind his back. Still, some part of him wanted her not to stop talking to him.
“I’m Daryl.”
“I know” The girl nodded, smiling shyly. “It’s nice to meet you properly...well, I’m not sure it was nice for you.” The girl chuckled awkwardly, and Daryl didn’t know what to say. It hadn’t been not-nice, but he also felt awkward and nervous, and they just walked in silence further into the town.
“I’m going to that direction.” The girl pointed to the right, stopping to look at him as she chewed on her lower lip. “Are you going to go hunting to the same place tomorrow?”
“Maybe.” He should, he hadn’t hunted anything today, but he didn’t know why Y/N might care.
“Well, maybe I’ll to go for a walk to the same place tomorrow too,” Y/N said, Daryl still didn’t know why. “So maybe we’ll bump into each other again.” She looked at him as if expecting him to say anything, but he didn’t. “Or maybe not...okay, I gotta go, sorry for bothering you.”
Was she saying all that because she wanted to see him again? It made as little sense to Daryl as her wanting to talk to him, but for some reason it seemed she wanted to, and it didn’t seem to be because she was trying to trick him into something or laugh at him.
Did he want to see her again? Daryl wasn’t sure. He'd never had friends or anyone who wasn’t his brother, none who seemed interested in talking with him like that girl was, and he didn’t care, he was good alone. He didn’t know why someone like that girl could want to get to know him, but something in him made him want to know her too, no matter she made him nervous and awkward, no matter he still couldn’t understand why she wanted to talk with him.
The girl began walking away and Daryl made his decision.
“Same hour than today?”
The girl turned to look at him, a grin illuminating his face, making Daryl’s heart beat faster.
“Yes!”
As he watched her walk away, Daryl wondered if he’d regret it...he wondered if he was already regretting it. Still, as he walked to Merle’s place, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought about Y/N. He didn’t understand that girl or why she seemed to want to be her friend, he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to be his friend, but he knew he wanted to try.
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So...it seems Daryl made a friend! Or he’s on his way to try and make one! What did you guys thought?
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Formation of Dandy Pt. III
a theory written by R!chonnelandfill
Testing The Waters
Start of season 8 filming (May/June 2017) Andy definitely was spending some extra time in Atlanta. He spent off days on set meanwhile I believe Danai was grounded mostly in ATL filming scenes for Avengers: Infinity War. I have an inkling that whatever vibes Andy was throwing out during his March madness worked because Danai was acting like Stella Got Her Groove Back during SDCC ‘17 weekend. She seemed to be returning the favor in giving Andy several compliments. She was very protective of him. She had her suitcase packed full of low-cut halters and what not. Danai was showing out. I’ll never forget that instagram vid of the cast walking through a throng of fans from Hall H and security all around them. Andy kept getting two steps behind Danai and was awkwardly shuffling to get back behind her lol. You can tell they were attached at the hip because on the panel line up they were five people apart so one of them purposely went over to talk to the other before the panel let out. I personally think this is around the time Danai and Andy started to work through their attraction for one another, possibly going on dates here and there. (I know someone is going to jump in my inbox like “but Andy went to Costa Rica with Gael right afterwards, that clearly didn’t mean a damn thing).
A Little More Intimate
The Smithsonian trip in early October was very eye-opening. Melissa McBride was supposed to join Scott Gimple, Norman Reedus, Lennie James, and Danai Gurira to the event but couldn’t make it last minute. Therefore and coincidentally Mr. Lincoln stepped in. In the audience Danai and Andrew sat with Norman between them, which I believe was strategic on Danai’s part. But then they were called to the stage and Andy was acting like a protective boyfriend. They were mainly focused on each other which is rare when Norman is around, Norman usually commands attention from the both of them. Andy put his hand on her lower back several times. He was very much in Danai’s personal space. And Danai honey, she was giving him the most flirtatious looks. I promise you at some point Andy tries to grab for her hand and Danai curves her hand out the way like ‘wtf are you doing!?!’ And then Andy hops off the stage calling Danai’s name so he can get a picture. Umm excuse me Andrew Lincoln!? You need a pic of Danai in your phone for what? It was clear to me that they had taken a step further than friendship. I think Andy and Danai were already dating (maybe for some weeks) but this was our first time witnessing it.
King & Queen of the Dead
TWD 100 premiere felt very much like date night to me. Danai was dolled up, Andrew got spiffed up. I noticed that a lot of cast members were walking around with TWD coffee mugs (I think to keep them from pulling out flasks like Cudlitz did the year prior lmao). I think a lot of people were lit or well on their way, Andrew being one of them lmao. I honestly love that Andy and Danai were a apart of the bunch called out last. It was like ‘Here ye’, here ye’, mom and dad of the apocalypse have arrived. Andy kept his body turned in to her the whole time, his hand was placed on the chair behind them which was very possessive. He was also sweaty and fidgeting with his socks and ring lol Idk what that was about. Apparently during commercial break Danai walked over to Norman to talk and before the commercial was over Andy came and walked her back to her seat. POSSESSIVE. The after party was even more interesting. You can see Andy nearby Danai in all her pics from that night. And then that glorious pic of her and Andy together. They both looked like smitten kittens.
Rick & Michonne v. Andrew & Danai
Okay did y’all know that Danai originally was only supposed to be at WSC ATL one day? Well something changed her mind and she was scheduled to do both Saturday and Sunday as well as duo ops with Andy and a panel. Allegedly Danai didn’t know about the panel until the day before . . . I wonder who set that up lol. Their panel was early in the morning and Andy was on time . . . Danai, well that’s another story. You could tell Andy was getting antsy waiting for her to show up and once she did he had the biggest smile on his face. There were a lot of great moments and quotes from the two of them. I loved the part when someone in the audience said that people don’t know how to discern Rick and Michonne from the actors and Andy goes, “You are what you pretend to be?” People talk about the fandom but I think Andy has a slight problem splitting himself between Andrew and Rick. Since 6x10 he’s worn jean shirts at least 20 times lol. Either way I feel like WSC ATL ‘17 was kind of an open love letter to Danai. He expresses why he loves acting with her as well as random things about her that he loves: Her ‘bringing the serious’, her black girls rock bag, her talkative nature between scenes. Meanwhile he’s rubbing on her back. To me Andy seemed unafraid to express his adoration of her. Danai definitely seemed coy and I think mainly because she is a private person and Andy was as open as a book.
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Fantastic Hook Ups and Where to Find Them
Inspired by a conversation I had with @braganzas a few weeks back, where we asked ourselved the question “What would FBAWTFT be with Tinder involved?” and basically when nuts with the concept.
Same characters, probably modern setting, and everyone is on Tinder.
Graves and Picquery keep matching up and then neither of them dares look the other in the face for WEEKS
"Send me nudes" Graves, because we all know he would be a total fuckboy about it (and of course, looking like he does, he would get all the nudes and more)
Graves sees Tina on Tinder and decides to have a very serious talk with her about the dangers of online dating
Tina "But? sir? how would you know I'm there?”
Graves: *sweats nervously*.............. Just trust me on this, Goldstein. Lots of creeps out there”
Queenie deleted her account after getting one hundred too many dick pics
Still likes to browse Tina’s account and offer continuous commentary on her sister’s choices
Meets Jacob the good “old fashioned” way, because Jacob is too cool for dating apps
Tina and Newt match up and have the slowest, most awkward, chat conversations. It takes them over two months to actually decide to go on a date, even though they’ve both stopped using the app for anything that is not talking to each other.
Newt only has an account because Theseus created it for him. Most of his profile pictures are actually photos of his animals.
Credence probably AGONIZED over his profile for like 5 hours and lives in constant fear of Mary Lou finding out. Despite his efforts, his profile pictures are more creepy than sexy, dilapidated churches, somber family photos without even a small smile and
Graves is surprisingly into it
Credence hyperventilating when he gets a match.
He would also totally be be that guy who never, ever starts a conversation.
Graves and Picquery browsing Tinder together to kill the time, and making super fun of all the profiles.
Picquery: “Look at that one Percy, looks like Norman Bates decided to get himself a Tinder account”
Graves: *is surprisingly into it*
Graves and Credence match up, and hilariousness ensues
Picquery: “I can’t believe you swiped right on Creepy Graveyard Guy, Percy, I thought you had better taste” Graves:“Shut up, Sera” *tries to hide a dorky smile at a picture Credence just sent him*
Both think they are being trolled, Credence because he has no self-esteem to speak off and can’t believe rich, hot guy would go for him. Graves because Credence is so fucking Extra about everything he cannot possibly be for real.
“I’d love to see you naked” Graves chats, expecting a classic dick pic, maybe a mirror selfie. He gets Credence, buck naked, laid out on his bed in a very artistic pose, with contrats lighting, looking like a very pornographic baroque painting.
Their first date is super awkward, because they now have to accept the other is real and very much into them and their bizzaro personality, but they shockingly work out.
Picquery *never* lets Percival live that one down
#fbawtft#gradence#gravebone#percival graves#credence barebone#tinder au#long post#I don't even know guys#this just wouldn't leave muy mind#feel free to shout at me for such a ridiculous premise#writing woes
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