(...i gave them cookies.)

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02.10.16 // 4:24 PM With love, from Princeton -Kat  

littlestr  asked:

Follow up on the "Merle adopting me as his granddaughter" thing. Today Magnus came to me with a batch full of newly baked cookies, said "I'm your grandma now" gave them to me, kissed my head, and left.... I think Magnus is my official grandma now too??? (He also said that he's very proud of his lesbian granddaughter and I cried a bit he's so sweet ya'll)

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Okay so like, I know this is /bad/

But the security guard at my job found a paid for and unopened box of cookies. So I… took them (he gave them to me fuck off)

And so anyway they looked gross but I opened them and ate one and they were small as shit but delicious so now me and my coworker’s sister are passing them back and forth just straight munchin lmaoo

this lesbian couple came into the bakery today and they were so cute and friendly and wonderful omg…we have a sign in front of the display asking people not to reach over the glass partition bc nasty old baby boomers like to get their hands up in the pastries for some reason but this sweet butch lady misinterpreted it so she walked to the end of the counter to get her stuff from me and was like “the sign said not to reach over so i won’t!!!” which was very cute idk i just love lesbians they’re so radiant

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Teelom = to violently beat someone with a ukulele

Motel (pronounced mow-tle, not mow-tell) = to fix the violin after beating someone with it

anonymous asked:

If i gave you cloth cookies, or flavored ink cookies, could you taste them?

UNFORTUNATELY, NO. THE PROBLEM ISN’T THE MATERIAL THEY ARE MADE FROM, BUT RATHER THAT I LACK TASTEBUDS. ANY INK I CONSUMED WOULD BE ABSORBED BY MY CORE, WHILE A COOKIE MADE OF CLOTH WOULD BE STORED IN MY POCKET UNTIL I PULLED IT BACK OUT AGAIN.

@ask-bendy-the-little-demon CALLS IT MY WIZARD SPACE~!

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Dream Guy

I know I said I was going on hiatus for a bit, but I decided to write my feelings out instead. I know I already did an entry to shine, but this one fits the prompt better anyway.

Setting: High School, AU

Pairings: NaLu

Summary: Since they were younger, Natsu vowed to himself to become the dream guy Lucy always wanted. Growing up, Natsu seen the task was harder than he first imagined. Now seniors in high school, Natsu knew he wouldn’t ever be Lucy’s dream guy… or so he thought.


“Hey Natsu! A shooting star make a wish!” A blonde around the age of six said to her pink haired companion laying right beside her.

Natsu looked up into the sky, and there was indeed a star looking like it was falling out of the night sky. Closing his eyes, and making a wish he turned his head over to the blonde.

“What’d you wish for Lucy?”

“I can’t tell you!” She shouted. “Then my wish won’t come true!”

“Oh come on Lucy please?” He begged. Seeing her sigh, Natsu knew he had won and a victorious grin took over his lips.

“I wished for my dream boy to come to me one day.”

Natsu raised an eyebrow at her wish. “You wasted your one wish on a dumb boy?”

“Not just any boy! My dream boy!” Her voice growing louder with each word. Lucy’s anger sizzled down as she plopped back down in the grass, gazing at the midnight sky. “He’s gonna be tall and handsome! Big muscles, pretty hair, rich, funny, and he has to love dogs!”

Natsu chuckled at the young blondes wish. “Sounds like you’re dreaming Lucy.”

“I know, thats why they call it a dream guy Natsu.” Lucy stood up, dusting off the pretty blue dress she was wearing. “It sure would be nice if he was real though.”

Natsu stood up after Lucy. “Guess its time to go?”

“Yeah idiot we have school tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait to be done with school though.”

“Natsu were only in the first grade, we still have awhile.” She explained with a laugh. She took his hand, starting to lead him off in the direction back home.

Natsu’s face slightly reddened at the contact of her hand holding his, but couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips. He really didn’t have a wish until now.

And his wish was to become Lucy’s dream boy.


“Man, I’m so dead.” Gray groaned, walking next to Natsu who grunted in agreement.

“You can say that again Ice Princess. Which I really wish you were, I need ice to cool me down.” Natsu said, wiping a bead of sweat that trailed down his forehead. “And we didn’t even lift today, I guess I gotta do it when I get home.”

Gray snapped his head to his best friend, looking at him as if he had gone mad. “We just got done with a two hour conditioning practice and you want to go home and lift?”

Natsu rolled his eyes. “Excuse me if I like to workout princess.”

Gray’s crazy look turned into a menacing smirk which Natsu did not like adorning the ink haired male’s face.

“What do you think you’re-”

“You only like to workout because Lucy likes guys with muscles.”

Natsu’s face turned a dark shade of red. He tried to cover his face to hide the blush, but he already knew Gray had already seen it. “That’s not the only reason why I lift.”

“Yes it is.”

“Shut up Eskimo.”

“Natsu, we are Freshman in high school and you work out so much to impress Lucy you have bigger muscles than some of the Seniors on the team.” Natsu grinned at Gray’s compliment.

“Maybe that’s why I’m a Varsity starter.”

“You definitely earned it with all that hard work man.” Gray snickered, before walking up the driveway to his home. “Even if it was mostly for Lucy.”

Natsu decided to ignore his best friends comment and walk a few blocks over to his own home. Grabbing his key, he unlocked the entrance seeing the kitchen light on.

“Igneel? You home?” He called out to his foster father. He heard a grumbling sound from the kitchen. Upon entering, Natsu seen his adoptive father with a cookie in his mouth. Natsu’s eyes twitched. “Did you bake those?” He asked, pointing to the tray of cookies on the counter.

Igneel scoffed. “Please boy, if I baked we would have to go find a new place to live because I would’ve set this whole place on fire.” He paused between his words taking a final bite of his cookie. “Lucy stopped by and gave them to me. Well, us I guess.” He explained, taking another cookie.

“Alright! Lucy’s grub is the best!” Natsu dashed over to the soccer ball cookies and took a bite, moaning at the sweet flavor enveloping his mouth. “Did she have a reason to bring these over?”

“Nope. She just brought them over from the kindness of her heart.” He praised, finishing his umpteenth cookie. “I’m telling you Natsu, she’s a good one. You gotta nab her while you still got the chance.”

Natsu swallowed his cookie before answering. “You know I’m working on it Igneel.”

“Yes, but you’re trying to turn yourself into the dream guy Lucy thought of when she was six years old. Natsu, that was eight years ago.”

“I know, and eight years later I’m tall, I got the muscular body, I love dogs and I already make her laugh until she cries. I say I’m making great progress.” He commented before taking another desert and walking away to his lifting bench in the garage.

“Natsu, Lucy doesn’t care if you’re exactly like her six year old dream guy!” Igneel’s voice fell on deaf ears as he heard the door to garage shut. Igneel side before taking the whole tray of cookies to the living room to munch on. “She told me she wanted you and all your flaws, idiot.”

Once in the garage, Natsu dusted the crumbs of the cookie off his hands and onto his athletic shorts. He pulled the shirt from over his head, revealing the nice six pack of abs he had worked his ass off to get over the past few years. He walked over to the radio, turning on the usual station he listened to while lifting.

He walked over to his laptop he had left out here the previous night, powering it up and going straight to his saved pictures. He pulled up his favorite picture of his beautiful best friend. It was during the summer of last year when him and her decided to go on a spontaneous hiking trip at a nearby trail. Lucy had decided that she needed a break due to her aching legs, so the two had taken a rest on the large rocks provided at the resting areas.

Natsu had been taking pictures of the whole trip, but realized he hadn’t taken any of Lucy. With a mischievous smirk on his face, he aimed the camera towards her. Lucy noticed how he had pointed the camera at her and instead of yelling at him like she usually did, she began to laugh. She jokingly asked him if he knew how to work a camera, and he showed her by taking a picture of her. Natsu remembered looking at the picture for the first time after he had taken it, remembering he had never seen anything as beautiful before in his life.

She was sitting on the rock, one leg tucked in to her chest while her other leg hung freely off it. The long pigtails she wore that day reached to her lower back while strands of her golden hair framed her face. What really got Natsu was the expression she wore. Her eyes were closed, mouth smiling like she was truly happy. One of her arms were up at the camera jokingly trying to block it while the other hugged the leg closer to her chest.

Natsu had known he’d been in love with Lucy long before that moment, but just seeing her happy like that made him fall in love with her all over again.

Even about a year later, seeing the picture he had taken of her made his stomach fill with butterflies at the overwhelming situation of love he felt. With her picture pulled up on the screen, Natsu walked over to his workout bench and began to lift the heavy weights, knowing and seeing what his goal was.


“Can you already believe that proms right around the corner?” Lucy said to Natsu as he grabbed his bag from his locker ready to go home. Practice was cancelled due to the weather, which he was grateful for because on days he didn’t have practice he got to walk Lucy home… even if she was out of the way of his house.

“Nope, and when prom gets here then it’ll be graduation before we know it.” He stated with a grin, shutting his locker and turning around.

Lucy groaned. “Don’t remind me. I still have to go get my honor cords from the office. Natsu, can you believe that we’re graduating?”

Natsu rolled his eyes at her frantic state. “Yes I can Luce, and I can’t wait to get out of this hellhole.” He proclaimed, opening up his large umbrella so they could stand under to protect themselves from the rain.

Lucy giggled, huddling extra close to her best friend for the natural heat he gave off. “Yeah, I still remember when we were in first grade just stargazing.”

Natsu didn’t fail to notice how close she was to him. Taking his chances, he decided to take a step closer to her so that their shoulders were brushing against each other. “Yeah, those were the days.”

“I remember how you told me you already couldn’t wait to graduate when you were six. Did you really hate school that much that early Natsu?”

“Hell yeah I did! I don’t like waking up early.”

“Oh? Well, what about all those times I called you at eight in the morning on the weekends because I was cramping and you rushed over just to give me chocolate because you knew it made me feel better?”

Natsu felt his cheeks flame up at her story, knowing it was the truth. “Thats different! I went to sleep afterwards…”

“So not true!” Lucy shouted. “We played Mario Kart on my Wii because you knew it was my favorite game!” Lucy lips grew into a soft smile, grabbing the male’s arm in her own earning a surprised gasp from him. “And you always let me win.”

Natsu remained silent, not wanting to say another word afraid his scarf would fall from his face revealing his now flush cheeks due to her story and the feeling of her arm interlaced with his.

“Say Natsu, can I just go over to your place? Its not like my dads gonna be home anyway.”

“As if you even have to ask.” He replied, going on the path that lead to his home. After walking in ten minutes of silence, the duo finally arrived at Natsu’s house. Unlocking the door, Natsu let Lucy go in first before closing and locking the door behind them.

“Igneel! Are you home?!” Natsu called throughout the house, not receiving a reply.

“I didn’t see his cop car in your driveway.” Lucy plopped on the couch, grabbing the remote for the TV and turning it on.

Natsu chuckled at her actions. “What, do you run the house now or something?”

“I might as well. I do basically live here.” Lucy commented and Natsu couldn’t help but know she was telling the truth. Natsu sat next to Lucy, a little closer than he usually did. He think she didn’t seem to notice or care since she didn’t voice a complaint.

A commercial about prom dress sales came on, making the blonde next to him squeal with excitement. “I so can’t wait to go dress shopping with Levy and Erza. Thats going to be so much fun!”

“Don’t you need a date to go to prom?”

Lucy scoffed. “Of course not! It’d be nice if you have one, but it’s not a necessity.” Lucy sighed, bringing her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees. “Levy’s going with Gajeel and Erza’s going with Jellal so I’m that one friend.”

“I’ll be absolutely shocked if someone doesn’t ask you.” Natsu said truthfully, making Lucy look to him in surprise.

“Really?”

“Of course, any guy would be lucky to go with you.”

“Maybe my ‘dream guy’ will finally show his face and ask me.” She stated jokingly, but felt Natsu tense slightly next to her. She turned towards him and noticed he wasn’t the happy Natsu he was just seconds prior.

“Natsu-”

“I’m going to my room.” He abruptly stood up and walked out, not saying another words towards Lucy.

Once he got to his room, he roughly opened the door and slammed it shut. He gripped his hair, growling as he face planted into his unmade bed.

He felt like he wanted to cry, Natsu, captain of the football and soccer team felt like crying over a girl. Well, not over Lucy… because he felt like he failed Lucy.

Ever since she told him about her dream guy when they were six, he always strived to become him. Become the person Lucy wanted to date, because she deserved it. Lucy was hardworking student, making it in the top ten percent of their class. She got a full ride scholarship because of her academic grades and she’s going to to finally get the chance to live her own life. All her dreams were coming true… except her dream guy.

Because he failed her.  

He was startled by a knock and a sweet voice at the door. “Natsu? Can I come in?”  

He didn’t bother replying, he knew she was going to come in here anyways. He didn’t bother looking at her, but knew she made it over to him when he felt his bed shift next to him. He kept a moan in as she rubbed soothing circles on his back.

“Hey Natsu, whats wrong?”

He turned his head the opposite direction as her. “Nothing.”

Lucy puffed her cheeks in annoyance, but there was no way she was giving up. “Something is obviously wrong, and Natsu you know me. I will pry into you until you tell me… so might as well spit it out now.”

Natsu sighed in defeat, knowing she was right… and an angry Lucy wasn’t something to be messed with,

“All your dreams are coming true.” After the words left his mouth, he knew it was the wrong thing to say.

Her tempered flared, face scrunching up. “You’re pissed cause my hardwork and dedication to school is making me dreams come true?”

Natsu sat up, waving his hands to try to console her. “No, no Lucy that came out wrong.” He sighed, looking to his lap. “All your dreams are coming true… except one.”

Lucy raised her eyebrow, confusion evident on her face. “Oh? And what dream is that?”

“Your dream guy.”

Lucy’s mouth fell open after those three words left his mouth. She was about to retort, but Natsu began to talk again.

“I’ve been working for 12 years to better myself, to become the man you want and deserve. I’ve gotten majority of the traits, but not quite all of them.” He hung his head down in shame.

“I’m sorry Lucy…”

There was an awkward silence between the two. After a few moments, a smile appeared of Lucy’s lips.

“Idiot.” She flung her hands around the teens shoulders, earning a surprised cry from him.

“L-Lucy?”

“You’re such an idiot Natsu.” She pulled away from the embrace, cupping his tanned cheeks with her small hands. “Can’t you see you are my dream guy?”

“I-I am?” He stuttered out in disbelief. “B-But-”

“Natsu, I said all those things when I was in the first grade. My views are obviously going to change 12 years later.” Tears of gratitude ran down her cheeks. “My new definition of my dream guy is tall, tanned, handsome, athletic, has pink hair, is willing to do anything for me… most importantly be my best friend.” She began to rub her thumbs comfortingly on her cheeks.

“You’re my dream guy Natsu. Seriously, what other guy would dedicate 12 years of his life to try to make sure he had the traits of the man I wanted to be with when I was 6.” She put emphasis on the last part of her sentence.

Feeling a little daring, Natsu gripped her hips with his hands, pulling her on his lap. His onyx eyes gazing into her chocolate brown ones.

“So,” He said rather awkwardly. “Since you already know you’re my dream girl because of Igneel’s big mouth, can I kiss you? Or do I have to wait another 12 years for that too?”

Not even a moment later Lucy smashed her lips onto his, earning a surprise gasp from him. Soon after he regained his composure, he returned the kiss. Even if he didn’t want to end their lip lock, there were more important things to discuss. He pulled back, chuckling seeing her pouting expression.

“Looks like you found a prom date after all.” He smoothly stated, rubbing circled in the small of her back. She offered him a teasing grin.

“Oh yeah? And who would that be?”

“Oh you know, just your dream guy that loves you more than life itself.” Even though Lucy knew that Natsu had loved her, it still warmed her heart to hear him say that. She leaned forward, giving him a chaste kiss.

“Well, it sure does sound like I have a prom date.” She gave him another kiss. “I love you too.” She murmured on his lips, before the lip and tongue wrestling began once again.

Management

You were making cookies in the kitchen, earbuds in and music blaring loud, when you felt his arms wrap around your waist. You smile and turn to look at him, pulling the earbuds out as well. “Hi love.” He says with a smile. His green eyes are smiling at you as he presses a gentle kiss against your lips.

 "Hey H. How was rehearsal?“ You ask spooning cookie dough onto the cookie sheets. He takes one of the dough balls off the cookie sheet, tosses it into the air and catches it in his mouth with a triumphant smile. 

"It was good. I missed you though.” He said pulling you into his arms once again. You smiled and hugged him back before moving to go back to the cookies, but he wouldn’t let you go. You stood encircled in his arms for a minute longer before struggling out of them laughing.

 "Harry, I have to finish these cookies or I won’t be able to make your show tonight. Now if you are going to be so touchy at least help me finish.“ You tell him while handing him a spoon and cookie sheet. Harry of course made sure to touch you at every possible moment. His arm would brush against yours, he would bump into you, anything to touch you. With a smile you turned to him. "Babe you are driving me to distraction with all these touches. Please. Hands off until we done. Deal?” You ask. 

 "Deal.“ He promises, spooning the remaining dough onto the sheet. With all of the cookie dough ready to bake, Harry quickly helped you put things away and then dragged you to the couch where he pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, your fingers tangling in his long curly hair. He held tightly onto you, his hands pressed firmly into your lower back. Soon, the kiss deepened and Harry was pushing your back into the couch cushion, him laying over you. His hands were intertwined with yours at the sides of your face and your legs were wrapped around his waist. Harry smiled at you before kissing your neck and around your ear. He was about to tug your shirt off when the doorbell rang. Sighing he sat up and glared. You laughed and pulled yourself out from under him, walking over to the door to answer it. Louis walked in as soon as the door was open and jumped on the couch with a smile. 

“Hey lads, what are you guys up too?” Harry smacked Louis in the side of the head glaring and you laughed.

“Hey Louis.” you said walking back to the kitchen to check on the cookies, which were almost ready. 

“It smells good in here (y/n). Been baking again?” Louis asked.

“Yeah, I made cookies for after the concert tonight.” you answered sitting next to Harry, who immediately pulled you onto his lap. “So, what brings you here Lou?”

“Oh you know, just in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. See how things are going with the two of you.” he said looking at Harry confused. The timer went off on the oven and you jumped up to pull the hot trays of cookies out. Harry had followed you into the kitchen and was pulling a hot cookie off the tray and into his mouth. You lightly hit Harry’s arm and ushered him back into the other room with Louis.

“Harry, the cookies are for the show. No eating them now.” you scolded.

“Babe, they taste so amazing though.” You laughed as he kissed your lips. “You taste better though.” He told you with a smirk. Louis watched with a confused look on his face. 

“Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?” Louis asked. You walked back to the kitchen, placing the cookies on cooling racks while Harry and Louis talked. “Why haven’t you done it yet lad?” you heard Louis voice ask.

“I’m not doing it. I don’t care what management says. I’m not hurting her.” Harry answered as you walked back into the other room.

“Hurting me?” you asked confused. Louis looked up with a guilty expression and Harry looked upset.

“It’s nothing love. Everything is fine.” he answered standing up and kissing your forehead.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Promise.” Harry told you. “Louis and I have to go get ready for the concert. You’re still coming right?”

You smiled and gave him a hug. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss your show for anything. I’ll be there as soon as I take a shower and get ready. Do I need a pass or anything?”

“Just tell the guards your name and they will let you in love.” Harry said grabbing Louis and pulling him towards the door. “Love you and see you soon.” and with that you were left alone in the house. Harry had been gone on tour for a while, but since he had a few shows in the town where you lived he was staying with you. The two of you had been dating for over a year and a half, and nothing had ever come between you. You both overcame the distance problem and understood the others needs. You were perfect team, so seeing Harry leave next week would hurt. You quickly took a shower and changed into better clothes before packing up the cookies and heading for the arena. At the gate, you told the lady your name and she shook her head.

“You’re not on list. Sorry kid.” 

“No, I’m on the list. My name is (y/n) I’m Harry Styles girlfriend.”

“I don’t care who you are. You aren’t on the list.”

“Well I should be. Harry probably just forgot to tell you.”

“Look kid-” the guard began.

“(y/n)!” Niall yelled from behind the guard. “She’s ok to come back.” he told the guard who you smirked at as Niall dragged you backstage. “Are those cookies for us?” he asked eyeing the bags of cookies. 

You laughed and handed them to him, “Yes Niall they are for you guys. I made them today for the show.”

“Thanks!” he said, shoveling a cookie in his mouth. “These are amazing!”

You laughed and followed him into the dressing room where the other boys were waiting. “Hey love.” Harry said with a smile. He walked over and kissed you softly then pulled you into his chair with him. Nuzzling your neck, he asks, “Did you bring any of those cookies?”

“I gave them to Niall.” you say turning to Niall who has eaten half of the bag. 

“Niall, so nice of you to share mate.” Louis says grabbing the bag from him and eating a cookie before passing the bag to Liam. “These are delicious (y/n)!” 

“Thanks Lou they are-” you begin, but are interrupted by management.

“Alright boys so here’s what we are thinking.” They stop when they look at me. “What is she doing here?” You swallow hard as Harry’s arms tighten around your waist and he glares at Simon. “I told you that she had to go.” Simon says looking at Harry.

You turn and look at Harry confused, “What?”

“Nothing. You’re fine.” Harry says back trying to comfort you.

Simon looks up and glares. “Harry we have a contract. She has to go. I’m sorry.”

You turn back to Harry, you now know what Louis had meant. You stood up and walked out of the dressing room, tears running down your cheeks. Louis, Liam, and Niall sat with their mouths open. They were just as shocked and hurt as you. Harry tried to follow you, but you took off running. “(y/n)! Let me explain!” he yelled after you. It was too late, you were gone. Harry stalked back to Simon. “YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID? I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY!” he yelled.

“Harry, it had to happen.”

“I’m done.” Harry said, his green eyes flooding with tears. “I’m not doing the show tonight.” He then walked out of the dressing room, hoping to find you and try to save your relationship.

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How to Meet Your Idols

           I’m sure every single person who’s reading this has an idol or idols they look up to and admire, and if the opportunity arose that you could actually meet them in person, I’m sure you would take it swiftly and graciously. Well, I’m here to tell you with hard work and constant dedication you really can achieve your dreams and meet the person of your dreams. Here is the story about how I met alt-J.

           First of all, I got Twitter in June 2014 and I only got this Twitter with the sole purpose of maybe talking to alt-J somehow. By August 2014, I got my first reply from alt-J’s keyboardist, Gus Unger-Hamilton. After receiving that notification I was shaking with disbelief because my favorite member of my favorite band had actually acknowledged my existence. Since then, getting a reply from a member of alt-J doesn’t come as a shock to me and I’ve had plenty of casual conversation with them over Twitter. Because I didn’t meet them after their Berkeley show in April, I was determined to never let that happen again. So I created a plan. If I brought them gifts, then they’d have to see me to get their presents. I asked them via twitter what foods they liked so I could bring them delicious gifts in October. After being presented with their orders, all I had to do was wait.

           Finally, October 15, 2015 arrived and I couldn’t be more excited. My friend Nina and I were going to see alt-J for the fourth time together and we were stoked. For the week leading up to the concert, I had been teasing the alt-J band members about how awesome my gifts for them were so they’d know I was coming with gifts and so I could meet them possibly. After my plane landed in Los Angeles, I took my phone off airplane mode and casually checked Twitter like any normal teenage girl – except what was about to happen wasn’t normal. As I checked my notifications, I noticed that I had a direct message which I assumed to be from a friend that was excited about my concert as well. However, when I clicked on the envelope tab that opens my messages, I received the greatest shock of my life. Gus Unger-Hamilton, the keyboardist and backing vocalist of alt-J, had messaged me saying “Let me know when you get to the venue so I can try and say hi”. I was actually shaking on the airplane. The taxi sped us from the airport to our hotel, and we quickly made our trek to the venue.

           When Nina and I arrived at the Hollywood Bowl, a gorgeous venue by the way, I messaged Gus saying I was here and where should I go. He responded by saying that he was sending his production manager to come and escort me backstage so he needed my full name and location. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I was being invited into alt-J’s dressing room. The manager walked me through many parking lots filled with venue employees and much security before finally entering through the artists’ entrance doorway. I could feel heart pounding uncontrollably in my chest. I stepped into a corridor filled with many rooms labeled anything from “alt-J manager room” to “alt-J warm up room”. I was in complete awe. The manager knocked politely on their dressing room door and swung it open, informing the band that they had visitors. As I walked through the door, I saw Gus, lead singer Joe Newman, and Joe’s girlfriend Darcy sitting on a black couch. They both stood up and strode over to hug me as Gus said, “Wow Samy! It’s great to finally meet you!” I was completely stunned. They wanted to meet me just like I wanted to meet them. We made brief introductions consisting of hugs and hellos before I proceeded to pass out their delicious treats. Thom Green, the drummer, and Cameron Knight, the guitarist, were not there however because they were still at the hotel. We’ve met Cameron twice before but I’d still really like to meet Thom. I gave Joe and Gus the absentees’ gifts of homemade brownies for Cam and brownie batter Oreos for Thom to give to them later. I then gave Joe his limited edition sugar cookie PopTarts which he freaked out over. He squealed about getting to toast them in his new toaster in his London flat because “you’re supposed to toast these, right?” Then I turned to Gus. He remarked, “I’m anxious to see what you got me because you’ve been teasing me about it on Twitter.” I pulled out and handed him a $10 In-n-Out giftcard. He was overjoyed because In-n-Out is one of his favorite foods and he can only get it in California, so I thought that’d be special. Gus exclaimed, “You bought me an entire meal??” He hugged me tightly after I gave him his gift. Nina gave them each hand-painted cards with delta symbols on them.  I also gave the entire band a Halloween mix CD and a hand written letter addressing all of alt-J. After all the gifts were passed out, Gus shocked me once again. He told me, “We actually got you guys something too,” and that he sent someone named Sarah to bring us a special California only This Is All Yours tour t-shirt! I couldn’t believe that they actually got us a gift!

           As we waited on the t-shirt to arrive, we had a casual 30 minute (I couldn’t keep track of the time) conversation with our favorite band in the entire world. We talked about the most random things like baking television shows, sugar, the most harmful types of burns, touring, Europe, the Hollywood Bowl, our past alt-J experiences, the Greek Theater in Berkeley, how old we are now versus when we started listening to them, how tall we are, how the time period that we’ve been listening to them is such a pivotal changing period in our lives, whether or not you toast a PopTart, Joe introduced his girlfriend Darcy, British television versus American television, the Hamildad tweets, that night’s opening bands, some of their past opening bands, their two-night Berkeley show and Gus’s framed poster from that, how the Hollywood Bowl’s seating is slightly unfair to more dedicated fans who can’t afford VIP, Moët McClain (@peasantmoet), and her Hamildad mug she gave Gus at her show. The conversations sadly had to end when Sarah arrived with the shirt.

           Now that I had the exclusive tour tee, they asked if we’d like them signed but I told them that I had brought my This Is All Yours vinyl sleeve for them to sign instead. Nina had her shirt signed. As Gus was signing it he asked, “It’s spelled S-a-m-y, right?” and I freaked out inside because I didn’t even have to tell him how to spell my name. Gus just already knew. The finished signatures said “Thanks for everything, SΔmy! Lots of love, Gus x” and “Joe x”. After the signing was done it was picture time, and Gus proclaimed that the picture should be an alt-J sandwich, as Gus put it, with Nina and I in the middle. Darcy took the picture of us but kept making us move so she wouldn’t be visible in the mirror behind us. First, Nina got individual selfies with of the band members and I followed suit. Sadly, the end was drawing near. Gus, Joe, and I made our last hugs and goodbyes before they escorted us out of the dressing room and back to the artists’ entrance.

           A few days later, Cameron tweeted me a picture of the brownies saying thank you and that they were so delicious that he ate them in like 5 minutes. Gus told me he was on his way to In-n-Out for dinner that night. I sent him a picture of my new shirt thanking him and replied with you’re welcome and how he wasn’t able to make it In-n-Out ever but that he’d save his giftcard all the way until next time when he’s back in California.

           I still can’t believe this all happened and frankly I don’t think I’ll truly be able to comprehend it. Every time I tell someone new this story I feel like I must be lying because this is honestly too good to be true. My favorite band, alt-J, personally invited me into their dressing room to meet me. It wasn’t a promotionally stunt hosted by the venue or a local radio station where they had to meet me and I didn’t bang on the door screaming and begging to be let in. They initiated the invitation, and wanted me to come in at their own free will. I’m still in a slight shock and I am so so so grateful that I am lucky to have scored this opportunity. Hopefully, I can hang with alt-J again soon. Δ

Ben, Ted, and Marcus are going to kidnap the president of the United States 

Baking cookies
  • Mom: You need to put the cookies on a cooling rack so they turn out straight. If you put them directly in a container they turn out crooked and bent.
  • Me: Maybe they don't want to be straight. Maybe they want to live their lives without other people pushing their society-influenced ideas onto them. MAYBE THEY DON'T WANT TO CONFORM. YOU DON'T KNOW THEM. LET THEM BE FREE TO CHOOSE!
  • Mom: ...they're fucking cookies.
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Decided to share some close up photos of the cookies from Cosplay Night and Overload 2015!

@rainbowthinker ended up being the lucky one to get SABA HARU!!!

Anyway, if these look familiar, that might be because I made my first batch earlier this year! We had a new con earlier on the year named Otaku-Con, which has now been re-named Akiba-Con. I uploaded pictures of the cookies at the time. But, for comparison to my newest batch:

I’ll be doing these again next year for Akiba-Con and Overload! I don’t know if they’ll be Free! though… I might do Haikyuu or Snk or… whatever comes to mind at the time!

Both times I’ve given these away to random people I meet! They’ve been SUPER popular! Which I’m glad! ^.^ It’s always fun sharing cookies with people and seeing their smiles while they choose their fav character! ^.^

(Clearly there wasn’t enough Makoto and Haru at Cosplay Night! I’m so sorry to the people who missed out on them! T.T)

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some photos of me and @beetlebuddy from the super best friends LA meetup! it was super cool to meet @realestmatt and @excelsioryuken! never thought i’d get a chance since i’m on the west coast. i forgot to take pics of them but i gave matt and leana a cookie cat pillow and woolie an original cel of dio from the stardust crusaders ova. singing karaoke with them and all the fans was fucking incredible. also @fakegamergirly is a beast at karaoke and was super sweet and fun to hang with. aaaaa it was such a cool night, i hope one of these days they come back to LA to do another meetup like this.