Okay guys, so, I always love reading photo op stories, so it’s story time. ❤️ first off, I just want to say Cockles is real. The way these two light up around each other is magical. They would whisper in each other’s ears, steal glances from one another, and everything in between. It was something of pure beauty.
Anyway, back to the story though.. I was obviously freaking out as the picture pretty well explains (I’m on the left). We got up there and I explained the pose to them, “We are basically gonna stand in a line.. *directing them to their places* you here and you here. Then we are going to link arms and make hearts like this..*demonstrates with mine and Misha’s hands*” I look over at Jensen and he’s working so hard to look over and see how Mish and I were doing it with this adorable confused look on his face. I attempted to demonstrate, but no words were really forming from the mixed distraction of Misha’s hand on mine and Jen’s adorable confused look, so my @criticallyinsaned said, “with your hands, Jensen..” And he automatically got it. Then I said, “yeah.. And look excited to be here,” Jensen nods, and I smile and say, “but not fake excited. Really excited.” and he looks over with a knowing smile and says, “alright.” They snap the picture, but I was a bit overwhelmed and this was how it turned out. We were called back because I didn’t quite get my hand up to where it was supposed to be (look at my friend, that’s the actual planned pose). So I said.. “AGHHH dang…” With a laugh and Misha said, “ahhhh man..” and I was just like, “we screwed it all up!” with a laugh. We repositioned and took the picture again, which you can find on @criticallyinsaned’s tumblr page. Then we smiled and thanked them before walking out and commencing our meltdown over the whole thing.
It was all so perfect and genuine. Honestly, this was such an incredible moment.. They are such dad’s, although I think Jensen was just acting like he couldn’t make the hand hearts because seriously look at how perfect his were compared to mine and Misha’s.. 😂😂 but seriously, perfect day, perfect op, perfect experience. Can’t wait until next time.
We agreed not to
room together for fear of destroying the tentative friendship we’d
formed last semester. Nothing ruins a friendship faster than rooming
together too soon and discovering one person’s a neat freak and the
other’s a slob. We still lived in the same building, though, on the
same floor. Visiting was easy, then. Your room or mine? We joked
Your roommate was constantly studying and mine bought fruit that he didn’t eat and left it to rot on top of the microwave, though, so we hung out in the
little lounge on that floor with the huge windows that looked out
over the parking lots and puddled rooftops, with the furniture that
smelled like generations of piss and regrettable fucks. I had an
off-white afghan my gran crocheted for some other family member but
somehow I got stuck with it, so we huddled under that permanently
cedar-scented thing and watched Vines and John Cena memes and made
fun of your brother’s porn site.
occasion we fell asleep in that room on the filthy blue couch and
when we woke up your phone was sticking to your face and our arms and
legs were all twined together. It was awkward because you didn’t say
anything or make a move to disentangle yourself, but it was also
comfortable because you didn’t say anything or make a move to
We forgot to close
the window and a frigid fall breeze wandered through. I thought about
that fable I learned when I was little, the one about the sun and the
wind competing to get the kids to take their jackets off, and how
when the wind tried to blow them away the kids only clung tighter,
but when the sun shone hotter they took them off by themselves, and
the moral of the story is when you’re trying to get someone to take
their jacket off, the best strategy is to be the sun and give them
heat stroke. The wind never had a chance.
I don’t know why,
but that’s what I thought of as I held you tighter that morning while
the rising sun spilled and dripped through the leaves, and when you held me back, I had to wonder if the shiver I got was from the chill of the wind or the warmth of the sun.
Laughing because I just found a script for a comic I wrote in high school that my friend was going to illustrate for a manga publisher’s contest (shut up, it was the early 2000s), aaaaand I basically wrote Rey’s abduction scene with Kylo. The characters’ names even mean light and dark, and the baddie is clothed in black and no one’s seen his face and he carries her back to his castle and she wakes up and he says something witty and the first thing she says is ‘where am I?’ and he takes his face cover off for her and she’s intrigued and freaked out.
I wrote this in like 2002? 2003?
Mine’s better, though- it ends in one-sided kissing, but he knocks her unconscious with the kiss as her friends bust down the door and see them together before he melts into the darkness looking smug as fuck.
See, this is what intrigued me so much about TFA the first time I saw it- and also why I questioned what in the hell I was seeing since I was worried I was imposing my past story on star wars and imagining any kind of relationship. But when I saw it again, lo and behold Reylo was still there despite my own characters (of which they are literally half siblings of they are so close).
So if I can essentially write the EXACT SAME THING 12-13 years ago and its intention was to end in conflicted romance, you can pretty safely bet Reylo is happening, ok? Because like some sort of weird, literary oracle I already wrote it out.
The only downside is this story I’ve been sitting on for over a decade is now probably impossible to pursue seriously as a novel because it now so closely resembles TFA that I could get in trouble for an idea I had a million years before them. Better yet, they should just hire me as a writer- that would make up for the loss!!!