ENG: On the first day of February, I bring you Bubblegum Vampire love
[Description: a digital inked drawing of Princes Bubblegum and Marceline the Vampire Queen from Adventure Time. They are close together, Marcy holding PB’s face, her tongue near her cheek, as if tasting her. PB seems to be smiling, her right hand resting on Marcy’s chest, her left hand on the back of Marcy’s neck. Marceline is wearing a lose crop top, with jeanss, boxers, and a flannel shirt tied to her hips. PB’s wearing a corset top, and a skirt.]
ESP: En el primer día de febrero, les traigo amor vampiro con gusto a chicle.
[Descripción: un dibujo de tinta digital de la Dulce Princesa y Marceline, la Reina Vampira, de Hora de Aventura. Están juntas, Marcy sosteniendo la cara de PB en sus manos, su lengua cerca de la mejilla de PB, como si la estuviera probando. PB parece estar riéndose, su mano derecha sobre el pecho de Marceline, la izquierda en su cuello. Marcy está usando un top corto y suelto, jeans, boxers, y una camisa tipo leñador atada en la cadera. PB está usando un corset corto y una pollera.]
↖️This blog support idols, singers, rappers, musicians, producers, models, actors, actresses and celebrities the way they naturally are, no matter their gender.
And when I say natural I DO REALLY MEAN IT: we support them bare faced, with every curve (or or lack of it), freckles, moles, zits, acne, scars, cellulite, stretchmarks, with their respective body type, weight and height, the color of their skin, eyes and hair, the shape of their noses, etc.
It’s okay to fangirl/fanboy/fan-non-binary/simply-be-a-fan, but please remember to support their health (mind and body), security and privacy first. Everyone suffers with aesthetic oppression, imagine people with a public name.
[Description: an inked drawing of Velma and Daphne from Scooby Doo. Velma is wearing a pleated skirt and a turtleneck sleeveless top, with a cable knit cardigan. Her natural hair is short and parted on one side. Daphne is wearing a short dress, and her long hair is held in place by a headband. They are holding hands. Velma is making a kissy face while Daphne looks at her softly.]
ESP: Detectives enamoradas
[Descripción: un dibujo en tinta de Velma y Daphne de Scooby Doo. Velma está usando una pollera con tablas, un top de cuello alto sin mangas, con un cardigan tejido. Su cabello natural es corto, raya al costado. Daphne está usando un vestido corto, y su cabello largo es sostenido por una vincha. Se están tomando de las manos. Velma está haciendo cara de besito, mientras Daphne la mira con ternura.]
Summery: Okay so in this imagine you are a pretty big actor who has made quite a few movies. You’re pretty famous and well known. A HUGE fan of Spiderman and Tom Holland, which Ellen knows. Little do you know that Tom is a huge fanboy of you as well. So, Ellen decided to play matchmaker and see if she can make her two guests fall in love.
Key: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/L/N) = your last name (C/F/N)=Celebrity friend name (S/N) =Ship Name (O/C/F) =other celebrity friend
You pace back and forth in your dressing room, trying your best to calm your nerves before going on live television. This isn’t he first time you will have been on television, but it is the first time you’ll be on the Ellen show.
You had met Ellen at the last Emmy awards and you two had gotten along quite well, even becoming friends.
The blonde invited you to be on the show after she saw the trailer for your latest film “Falling For a Lost Cause” about making the most out of life and love. It was kind of ironic how you played in a dramatic love story and yet had nobody for yourself to love. Well, romantically that is.
Unless you count your obsession over Tom Holland.
You had been a huge Spiderman fan ever since you were younger when you used to steal your brother’s comic books, and now that they’d come out with another reboot of the movie, you could honestly say you were in love. Toby and Andrew had also taken a toll on you as you spent countless night dreaming about them, but when Tom Holland was announced as the new web slinging hero, you fell head over heels. It may have been due to the fact that he was closer in age than the other two, or maybe it was the way his chocolate brown orbs could make you melt.
You had almost met him once. You were invited to the Doctor Strange premiere and saw the man of your dreams doing an interview, being his nerdy self.
When your close friend (C/F/N) finally pushed you to talk to him (and I literally mean she shoved you into him) you bumped into him rather hard and stumbled, losing your footing and pulling Tom down with you while others froze, watching the embarrassing ordeal.
Immediately you began spitting out apologies, stumbling over your words and turning a bright shade of red to match the shade you were pretty sure matched Tom’s as people helped you to your feet.
As you stood up, Tom said nothing as he stared at you, frozen and making you more embarrassed. You remember thinking ‘oh god, he hates me’ before literally running away.
You booked it down the red carpet, going past interviews and other celebrities before you hid behind your other friend (O/C/F), the whole night making sure that you wouldn’t see Tom Holland again.
The next morning your twitter feed was filled with clips of the embarrassing night before. As well as the many people commenting (S/N) anywhere they could.
You shake your head as you recall the embarrassing memory from over 6 months ago, stopping your pacing and plopping down on the couch, smoothing out the white robe you had on that you’d be removing to change into the black dress hanging up.
Deciding to kill time and get your mind off things, you change into the tight long sleeve black dress and your black strap on heels when you hear a knock on the door.
As you put in your right earring, grabbing your left, you head to the door.
Curiously, you turn the handle and peer out to see who you recognized as Andy, with a headset on and an embarrassed look on his face. “Oh hey,” you smiled, putting in your other earring as you opened you door further, now seeing a camera crew behind the average man.
“Uh hey to you too?” you said to the cameras suspiciously. “Andy right?” you asked as you shook the man’s hand. He nodded “yep, and you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N) right?” he asked sarcastically. You laughed slightly, “Yuppo, that’s me,” you say in a slightly off voice and immediately scolding yourself mentally or your weirdness afterwords.
Andy however, laughs and you cringe, “Sorry I don’t know why I did that,” you giggle, “That was weird.” you laugh with Andy as he shakes his head, “No, you’re fine. Ellen just wants a word with you before the show.” he explains and you nod suspiciously, “a word with me?” you ask and Andy nods, “And a camera crew?” you ask, knowing Ellen is planning something.
“She wants to document it, for memories.” he says not convincing you in the least. “Uh huh,” you nod suspiciously as Andy begins walking away.
"Should I be scared?“ You ask the camera, to which the man holding it only smiles, "Come on man,” you laugh, following Andy, “Give me a hint,” you whisper shout making the cameraman smile once more, “Ugh you are no help.” you groan, trudging after Andy down a few halls.
Stopping, you take off your heels to ease the pain in the balls of your feet, running to catch up with Andy as he stops in front of a room. “Is this the part where you murder me?” you joke as Andy stays straight faced, answering by opening the door.
“Andy?” you ask, a chill going up your spine, as you step into the room. “Are you actually going to murder me?” you ask, your smile dropping as Andy closes the door suddenly, trapping you inside.
Your eyes widen as you rush to the door, hitting the wood “Andy!” you exclaim, hearing nobody on the other side.
You groan turning around sliding down the door. “Ugh,” you say, before seeing a camera on the far wall. Suddenly your blood runs cold, “Ellen if you scare me I swear I’ll die!” you warn, standing up and pacing the room, stopping before another hidden camera.
“I’m genuinely afraid right now,” you laugh slightly before you hear the door open behind you.
You almost turn around before you hear a voice you recognize, “Wait in there?” the British accent speaks, and you freeze, immedietly knowing who it is. “Nah mate, I feel like she’s gonna jump out at me.” Tom speaks once more and you almost laugh as you hear his footsteps stumble into the room and hear the door slam once more.
You glare at the camera in front of you, shaking your head angrily at Ellen who was most likely watching.
Then you heard Tom speak again, “Uh, miss?” he spoke uncertainly and you made a face, not wanting to address him and have him remember you. “Do you know why I’m in here?” he asks, his voice getting closer.
You turn around slowly, eyes trained on the floor as you try not to make eye contact, “I know about as much as you do,” you sigh, finally making yourself look up at Tom.
Oh God, why did he have to look so good. His hair was slicked and he was wearing a t-shirt and Denim jeans. He probably hadn’t changed for the show yet.
You had no idea he would be on the show today, if you did you would have been a lot more nervous.
As you studied him, you noticed that he froze, his eyes trained on you as he stood tense, a light pink dusting his features.
He probably was remembering the last time you saw him, when you completely embarrassed him.
You smiled shyly as he broke out into a huge grin, his mouth hanging open, “Y-you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” he exclaimed, his arms making a huge gesture.
You furrowed your brows as he stared at you, “Yeah?” you said uncertainly as Tom exploded with energy, pacing around the room with his hands messing up his hair excitedly, the smile never leaving his face, “O-oh my God!” he exclaimed, “I am just such a huge fan.” he explained, coming up and grabbing your hand to shake it quite quickly, “I love you in (M/T) and (O/M/T) just,” he sighed, reminiscing, “Absolutely amazing!” he explained, going on and about you and how much of a fan he was.
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. This man you were practically in love with, whom you thought hated you, was a complete fanboy!
Finally, not being able to stay silent anymore, you exploded, “Me? You like me?” you asked in astonishment, your eyes wide as you stared him up and down, “I am like your biggest fan!” you exclaimed, “Y-you’re just so talented and funny.” you went on, “I cried when I watched the impossible, and I NEVER cry…besides Disney movies…” you mumble as you continued to compliment Tom and his work.
He stood there starstruck until you finally said, “and I thought you hated me after I embarrassed you on the red carpet,” to which Tom furrowed his brows, “What? no!” he disagreed, “Yeah!” you exclaim, “I mean, I pulled you to the ground in front of millions of viewers and to be fair you didn’t even say a word to me–"
"That’s because I was star struck!” he interrupts, “and you ran off before I could introduce myself. I found it quite funny actually,” he laughed with you, “Ugh. Well you know me, trying to avoid embarrassing encounters only by making them more awkward,” you face palmed.
Tom laughed mumbling something under his breath you couldn’t quite make out.
“Oh and don’t even get me started on Spiderman,” you exclaim as Tom’s head shoots up, “I mean, I love him so much it’s not even funny.” you laugh as Tom smiles widely, “No way, YOU love Spiderman?” he asks you and you nod obviously, giving him a “duh” face.
“I love Spiderman too!” he exclaims, “What are the odds?” he says sarcastically as you laugh with him.
Finally your laughter dies down and you realize you were still trapped in this room, and the show should start in 20 minutes.
“How are we gonna get out?” you say suddenly, both of your eyes widening.
Just then, you hear a voice all too familiar on the com on the right side of the room, “I’ll let you out if you kiss,” Ellen’s voice breaks through, causing your eyes to widen and face to turn to a shade resembling a tomato.
You hear her snickers before the com cuts off and you cough awkwardly, not even daring to spare Tom a glance, “Come on Ellen,” You groan, giving Tom an awkward smile, in which he returns shyly.
After what seems like forever, but was most likely just a few minutes, Tom’s stomach growls, causing you to laugh and gasp, “Ellen, we got a starving boy in here!” You exclaim as Tom begins to laugh, “What kind of monster traps someone in a room with no food!” You laugh with Tom as he kicks the ground with his foot.
About ten seconds later, a box slides under the small space under the door. Immediately, you rush to the box, pulling it out the rest of the way and jumping with glee.
Tom walks over curiously, “What is it?” He asks before I open the box, smiling even wider before I answer, “The cure to everything,” I sigh, “Aka, pizza.” I laugh as Tom groans teasingly, “I call first slice,” You declare, pulling out a slice and shoving it into your mouth.
You look over at Tom who’s eyes are wide with shock, “What?” You ask though a mouthful of cheesy goodness, “We’re trapped in here and you’re worried about getting the first slice?” He asks astonished. You glare at him teasingly, “You got something against pizza?” You ask as Tom immedietly widens his chocolate orbs and raises his hands in defense, “I didn’t say that,” he declares as you level a playful glare at him, “Good, I almost had to kill you for a second.” Tom giggled, actually giggled, “Well, we can’t have that now can we?” he laughs and you laugh with him, handing him the pizza box as he takes out a slice.
The two of you sit there in silence, eating pizza and sharing awkward glances, both resulting in blushing and looking down at the floor.
“The show starts in 15 minutes and I haven’t even gone to wardrobe,” he throws his head back and groans once more. You laugh at him, “After eating this greasy goodness, I need to get my makeup redone.” You sigh, “Guess we’re both in trouble,”
Tom mumbles something under his breath you can’t quite make out as you turn to him curiously, “What?” You ask and Tom looks at you in embarrassment, as if he was hoping you didn’t hear him. “S-sorry, no it was stupid…forget it.” he said too quickly, his eyes darting back to the floor.
You furrowed your brows, “No, I didn’t hear you, what was it?” you asked, genuinely curious as Tom looked up from the floor at you shyly, a pink dusting his cheeks, “I…er,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, making you smile at his shyness, “I, um, I said maybe we should just do it…” he trailed off as you smiled at him, your cheeks turning bright red.
“You mean kiss?” You ask, immedietly getting nervous and twiddling your thumbs. “Yeah…” Tom said, now seeming certain and determined as his eyes bore into mine.
“I-I mean unless you don’t want to we could just–” You interrupt him, placing your right hand on the back of his neck and pulling his face towards yours to press your lips onto his.
As soon as your tender flesh meets, Tom’s hand goes to your waist, pulling you impossibly close as your hand goes up to mess with his dark curls which were so much softer than you’d imagined.
The kiss was hungry and passionate and needy. neither of you wanted to break away as the door opened.
Finally you forced yourself to pull your lips from his, out of breath as Tom smiled at you slightly, his eyes wide, “Tastes like pizza,” he mumbles before Ellen and a camera crew come barging in, the blonde laughing hysterically, her face red as she stares at the two of you in shock, with mischief in her eye.
You had no time to be embarrassed as the crew dragged you and Tom away to your wardrobes where hair and makeup were waiting for you.
As they dolled you up, fixed your hair and rearranged your outfit, you sat in shock, not believing what just happened. You just kissed your celebrity crush, and he kissed you back.
You touched your lips chastely as you recalled his lips that were once there, on yours…
A/N: Part two will be what happens when the show actually starts and Ellen shows the audience your guys’ footage. It may even lead to a relationship.
‘Cause I can still hope for a happy sapphic ending on the books. I think Sansa and Margaery would make a wonderful couple of queens, and I love them both so much! ಥ⌣ಥ
[Description: A digital inked drawing of Queen Margaery and Queen Sansa, from a posible future in A Song Of Ice And Fire, by George R. R. Martin. They are standing on a terrace, with a background of hanging leaves. They are close together, and their hands touch, their pinkies interlocked. Margaery is offering a rose to Sansa, that looks down, smiling at the corniness of the flirting, but happy. Both are wearing long gowns: one with roses, and one with feathers. ]
Porque todavía puedo esperar un final sáfico y feliz en los libros. Creo que Sansa y Margaery serían una pareja espectacular de reinas, y las adoro profundamente ಥ⌣ಥ
[Descripción: Un dibujo en tinta digital de la Reina Margaery y la Reina Sansa, de un posible futuro en la serie Canción De Hielo y Fuego de George R. R. Martin. Ambas se encuentran juntas, en una terraza, con un fondo de hojas colgantes. Están muy cerca, y sus manos se tocan, con sus dedos chiquitos entrelazados. Margaery le ofrece una rosa a Sansa, que mira hacia abajo, riéndose de lo cursi del flirteo, pero feliz. Ambas están usando vestidos largos: uno con rosas, y otro con plumas.