Let me explain first and build this up dramatically
so in every clip this season we have had Even wear his denim jacket and then finally mondays clip we had him wearing a different jacket
making me think that maybe balloon squad confronting Even and Isak at the karaoke bar led to Even finally revealing that piece of himself he was scared to (maybe not all) but enough to let Isak in. He let Isak in and took off his armour (the jacket)
oh my god
ISAK HAS THE JACKET™
Even hasn’t just taken it off but he has trusted it in the hands of the boy he loves. This is warming my heart so much because I believe this is a sign that Even isn’t just being more open to Isak about everything that has happened and all he feels, but he is trusting him. He is giving Isak his armour because now he won’t have to wear it again.
around Isak he can be without it, he doesn’t need to worry anymore.
he is okay.
he doesn’t need his armour anymore now that he has learnt how to be vulnerable with Isak.
warnings: swearing, car accident mention, death, weed mention
a/n: hehe because what is life without a little bit of connor angst? i love him. i love him and mike faist he makes me want to explode. ok ENJOY THIS <3
words are muffled – his hands are rubbing and running over his mouth, over his
eyes, over his face. He’s been sweating for hours, his overweight denim jacket
feeling even heavier under the hot, bright light of the hospital overheads.
Yet, despite the moisture dripping down his skin, he doesn’t feel like anything
is real. He doesn’t feel real. This
all feels like a terrifying nightmare, every fear and every heartbreak
seemingly picked from the very back of his brain, and if he rubs his face
enough, he’s hoping he’ll wipe this fictional situation away and everything
will be okay again.
“Such a fucking idiot.”
He wants to
plug his ears; he wants to cover his eyes; he wants to wipe away all the proof
that this is actually happening and fall asleep. He hasn’t slept for two days –
he’s too scared that he’ll wake up and learn that you passed away while he was
under. But he’s so goddamn tired of waiting around and not being able to help
or do anything. It’s adding more exhaustion to what he’s already feeling,
because he doesn’t know what to do, and he’s practically ripping his hair out
over how helpless he feels. What would
he do? You either survive or you don’t. It’s not like resuscitation would do
anything for you now. He just has to wait. And waiting feels so awful, because
he doesn’t know how this is going to end. He wishes he did. He wishes he could
sleep and be promised you would wake up.
you just shouldn’t have fucking done it? It’s not rocket science or something.
It’s… it’s just common sense.”
He pulls his hands away from his face and
grabs his knees, leaning forward.
smarter than this. You’re so much smarter than this. Why would you risk
yourself like that?”
bitterly, coldly. He’s not mad at you, of course. He would never be mad at you.
He’s mad that this had to happen. He’s mad that this had to happen to you.
you risk your life?”
He gets up
from the chair and moves slowly, sadly over to your bed. It creaks quietly when
he sits down. But you don’t move.
never done anything like this before. I should’ve been there, shouldn’t I?”
His hands –
his damp hands – are shaking, but he still reaches forward to place it on your
leg. He hopes that it doesn’t hurt.
do anything stupid like that again, okay? I-I’ll come with you wherever you
want – even to parties. Even to the mall, even to restaurants – wherever you
want me to come, I’ll come. But you have to wake up.”
he leans down; unties his boots and kicks them off; hoists his long, dangly
legs onto the bed, tucks them under himself, and… lays his head on your
Can you write a fanfic about Bughead getting caught making out by either one of their parents and then that parent gives them the awkward 'safe sex' talk?
I love doing these
“Mmm juggie” Betty whispered against his neck, her hands tugging at his long, dark waves. He dropped his hands from her waist and slid them underneath the unbearably short cheerleading skirt she had on, his fingers digging into her thighs as she nibbled on the spot below his pulse point.
“Betty” he moaned, taking a deep breathe and inhaling the strawberry and cream that seemed to always be coming from her hair. She was a drug, addictive and healing, Just the brush of her lips on his was enough to keep him from drowning. She always knew where to touch, where to kiss, where to press. It was unbelievable the things he felt for her, the way she made him feel was something he had been certain he would never have, but he did have it and it was right underneath his fingertips.
“I love you.” He whispered against her lips, his hands moving to slide through her silky, honey blonde hair. She smiled against his lips and ran her fingers over his biceps, reveling in the feeling of his bare skin. His flannel was laying on the floor right beside her denim jacket and scrunchie.
“I love you too.” She whispered back, her lips moving against his as he dove in, sliding her closer to his body and groaning at the friction.
Suddenly the door slammed open causing the old trailer to rock and Jughead to Squeeze Betty tighter against him as she jumped.
“I’m home! Who wants pizza? I’m in the mood for…” F.P stopped dead, staring at the couple currently straddled on his living room couch, his gaze dropped from the flannel on the floor to the tiny blonde cheerleader resting in his sons arms.
“Dad! What are you… I thought you had.. you said you wouldn’t be home.. what is..” the normally long worded, dictionary Filled boy, stuttered and looked around frantically as Betty hopped out of his arms and grabbed her scrunchie from the ground.
“Mr. Jones! We were just.. ” she trailed off, tightening her ponytail.
“Okay..okay. Yes. Now is a good time. Alright you two take a seat.” F.P nodded to himself as he dropped down to the table in front of the couch.
Betty glanced nervously at Jughead, who just shook his head confused.
“So.. well.. how do I begin.. when two people who are your age, and are feeling… the feelings.. that you do, the engage in something called Sexual Intercourse..”
“Oh my god.” Betty mumbled, her cheeks flaming bright red as she brought her hands to her face.
“Dad! No! We are not..” Jughead shouted, his eyes going wide as he stared at his father in shock
“You two shouldn’t be embarrassed about this, its totally natural. In fact me and your mother..” F.P continued
“No, no, no! Absolutely not. We are not having this conversation, me and Betty are safe, we know what we’re doing.” He groaned, dropping his head to his knees and covering his ears.
Betty giggled slightly at her embarrassed boyfriend, her cheeks still pink
“No offense Mr.Jones but I do have a pregnant Sister, I’ve gotten the talk about a hundred times. I love Jughead and we respect each other , we know each other’s boundaries and I promise you we are very safe. You definitely don’t have to do this.”
F.p sighed relieved,
“Thank god.” He stated, clapping his hands together “now that that’s done. Who wants pizza?” He got up from the table and headed into the kitchen.
Betty turned to Jughead and giggled at his mortified face
“You okay?” She asked
He shook his head, draping an arm over his girlfriends shoulder
“Next time, we’re making out in Mr. Andrews pickup truck… somewhere far, far away.” He mumbled as she smacked his arm and led him into the kitchen where his father was grinning against the counter, phone to his ear as he blew kissy faces at his son.
in response to your dork even ask getting cuddles, what do you think are even's top excuses/actions to get bulk cuddles from isak?
hello my love! i’m so sorry this took so long but with the recent photo i felt like i could probably be a couple minutes late to work so i could write this:
every time even wears that denim jacket means automatic cuddles. like, it literally makes no sense, because isak could be dressed cozy and warm in his rocket ship pajamas, with his teeth brushed and his eyes droopy, but when he sees even sitting there under his blankets, still dressed in that goddamn denim jacket even though it’s midnight, there’s no controlling his impulses. it’s a little ridiculous how quickly isak tackles him to the bed.
even’s writing a romantic scene, and he needs to figure out the dialogue for this one part, so he goes, “baby, come over here and cuddle me, i need to know what love feels like.” isak rolls his eyes because, “you fucking know, you asshole, what the hell are you talking about?? was picking your hair out of the sink not enough love for you.” even opens his arms wide and says, “but i need to be reminded.” isak hates himself a little bit, but it totally works.
isak cuddles even every time he makes breakfast! even wakes up first, always gets something started before isak even starts blinking his eyes awake. isak comes up behind even’s back, wraps his arms around his waist like a limpet. it’s getting a little distracting, and even tells isak as much. isak says, “do you really want me to let go? me?? the man of your dreams?” needless to say, isak does not let go, and even ruins their food once or twice.
in the end, though, there’s no real need for even to do anything or make any sort of excuse to get cuddles from isak. isak loves touching him because he can, because there’s no more need to fear holding a boy’s hand, or running his fingers through a boy’s hair, or laying his head on a boy’s chest when he gets nightmares - especially not when that boy is even. isak will continue holding him for as long as he wants, as long as he needs, just as long as they’re together.
dance couple: Jimin and Jungkook trying to do a ballet dance couple because “kooookie please, do it for me” and the youngest didn’t want it accepted because “everything for you”. But Jungkook usually dances with power technical choreo so he always ends up to step over the short boy saying while trying to hide his embarrassment “i told you, i’m not good at this”. Jimin just laughs thinking how cute is his Jungkookie.
the famous “where do you think to go?” that happened on vlive in eat with Jin: “oh my god, where did i put it? “shit, they’re gonna kill me” “it’s late heeeelp” “please tell to hobi hyung that i will be there in a minute” “OH JESUS CHRIS WHERE DID I PUT IT?” “no wait i can’t go out with those messy hair”. Jimin is a mess. Actually he thinks he will face the death the soon as possible and that’s because he promised to Hoseok that he would participate on his broadcast dance street with J-hope and that fucking vlive literally started and he wasn’t there yet. To not forget where the fuck did he put his denim jacket. At the other hand, Jungkook is standing on the wall, giggling at Jimin. He’s cute. “Where o you think to go?” he says grabbing Jimin’s arm who walked over him. “Jungkook, cmon you know, i’m seriously late” “No, where do you think to go without kissing me?” Jimin just rolls his eyes and giggles with him. “You’re so stupid”. At the end Jimin ended up cuddling with Jungkook watching Hoseok’s broadcast on vapp. “I can’t believe guys, Jimin ditched me for Jungkook”, Hoseok laughed looking at the camera.
Jungkook just loves pick up Jiminie: “kookieee, let me go” Jimin cries while laughing. “No, I’m gonna take you to the practice room so you don’t have to walk” “But kookie, the practice room is just two steps from here.” “I don’t care” “But everybody looking at us” Jimin whispers little bit shy. “Uh, what happened to kookie, you should treat me like a prince. Look how Namjoon hyung treats Jin hyung! ?”Jungkook said and everybody laughed. Jimin became a fucking potato. “Cmoon let me go!” “nope.”
Prompt: “Because I love you goddamnit!”
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
A/N: this didn’t turn out as well as I hoped and I’m sorry but the storyline is pretty cute I think.
“Jughead! Jesus Christ you scared me. You can’t just sneak up on people like that.” You placed your hand over your heart to calm yourself as your friend stood beside you. He had just ran up behind you and pulled out your earphones as you were walking home from working on the Blue and Gold.
“Sorry. It’s dark and I didn’t like the idea of you walking home on your own given the current atmosphere in our little town.” He said as he started walking in step with you toward your house.
Jughead had been acting a little off lately; clingy and protective. It gave you butterflies at first, given the fact you had been in love with him for several years. Except now, two months since his odd behaviour began, it is both worrying you and getting on your nerves.
“I think I’m probably old enough to walk home on my own Jug, but thank you.” You smiled at him, taking a moment to appreciate his profile in the wintery light. It was dark and the moonlight cast shadows across his face and illuminated the dark curl that fell loose from his beanie.
“There’s a murderer on the loose. You can never take chances.” His eyes were alert and steely, looking straight ahead.
“Jughead what is going on with you? You have been acting so weird the last few months! When did you get this attentive?” Stoping dead in your tracks, you had enough of this and decided to get to the bottom of this.
“What the hell Y/N, if anyone is acting weird it’s you. I’m just taking care of you! You need to be kept safe!” He turns to you and now you’re both standing face to face underneath a lamppost.
“Excuse me? Don’t turn this on me Jones. Why do you feel the need to take care of me? Do you n-” You got cut off in the middle of your sentence by Jughead shouting.
“Because I’m in love with you goddamnit and I wanted to spend more time with you and look after you!”
Neither of you said anything for several minutes. Both in shock, neither of you expecting that to come out of his mouth. Unable to find words, you decide actions will work better.
Striding straight up to him, you grabbed the collar of his denim jacket and brought his lips down to meet yours. Responding immediately, he cups your cheeks and you snake your hands around his neck. This kiss doesn’t last for very long, but it certainly leaves it mark in the form of fireworks exploding inside your head.
Pulling away, you realise it’s started to snow. Looking at the sky, you chuckle.
“Could this be any more cinematic? Two people who love each other kissing in the snow under a lamppost.” You shake you head and look up at Jughead who has a goofy smile plastered on his face.
“So you love me too, huh?” The smile is soon replaced by the signature smirk.
“Yes, Jones. Yes I do.” You said, still in disbelief that the stuff of your dreams was unfolding in front of you.
“Well then, I think it’s time to reshoot our cinematic moment.” Jughead smirks, pulling you in by the waist.
Safe to stay, the snow may have been cold, but you two felt pretty warm.
PLEASE CREDIT ME AND DONT CROP ME OUT THANK YOU
The story behind this photo op is actually pretty funny so have a seat kids. So on Saturday during Misha’s panel (guy with the denim jacket), he was struggling with Twitter and I offered to help him and he accepted my offer. Later on at his autographs, I asked him if he recognized me and he stared at me for a good 5 seconds trying to remember who I was. So I said while lifting up my phone “Twitterrr..???” And he said “did I meet you on Twitter?” And I jokingly said “wow I am sooo offended” but then I explained that I helped him with his tweet about chocolates. He recognized me and I said “that’s okay I still love you” and I blew him a kiss. As I was leaving, he said “I miss you already!” Then Sunday came around and I had my Jensen/Misha duo and I had no clue what to do. One of my friends jokingly suggested that I should have Jensen fight Misha for me because he didn’t remember me and I did that. I love Misha to death and this photo op was just a fun one. This weekend was absolutely amazing and I can’t wait till next year 💗
imagine steve and bucky escaping to the mountains. no civil war. imagine them canoeing on the lake, nothing but them and the slosh of water around their oars and their boat, the call of the loon distant and echoing. steve turning around every so often, like he still can’t believe that bucky is there, that he’s so lucky. imagine bucky pressing steve against the wall of their cabin, the setting sun shining on them. bucky kissing steve’s noises away, his metal hand gouging holes into the wood. steve laughing when he sees them, and it makes bucky laugh, too, and they kiss and laugh, young again, before stripping completely and running into the lake: bucky first, then steve.
imagine early mornings, frost still on the grass, the edges of the water glinting ice in the sunlight. both of them clad in denim jackets and cozy flannel, drinking steaming coffee with their hands intertwined on the porch railing. bucky looking over at steve and smiling, saying, “i love you,” a little forlorn like he’s making up for the seventy years he couldn’t say it. steve smiling back, setting his coffee down on the railing and cupping bucky’s jaw with his hand. saying, “i love you, too,” the warmth of his palm the warmest bucky’s felt in a long time. steve leaning in to let their noses brush, their lips, before properly kissing him and sliding his fingers into bucky’s hair. imagine steve pinning bucky to the rug on the hearth, clasping their hands together while the fire plays over them, flesh-and-metal, as they move together, unhurried, like the world is theirs.
and maybe it is: maybe time slows down for them, two lovers who could have been star-crossed but sidestepped it. maybe they deserve it, scratchy wool and the omnipresent smell of soot and smoke. imagine the sun rising and the sun setting. imagine neither of them giving a damn about ever going back, hands clasped on the wood, an entire mountain between them and who they were. there was a time when they would have moved those mountains for each other. now they don’t need to.
so, in the summer of 05 is when most people think it started because fob and mcr played warped together, but, they had also played the year before and thats when i think it started. as many know, pete single handedly wrote the entirety of from under the cork tree, which was released may 3rd of 2005, which means he had been writing some of it the previous summer. most of the album is quite cheery, depicting the emotions of someone who is battling some darker force within themselves, but is also experiencing a happiness from someone else they dont think they deserve or should have (short version: an emo is in love). also, theres the parallel between dance dance and favorite record- dance dance depicts a literal and emotional dance, and then in favorite record you have “i cant remember just how to forget the way we danced”. so, based on research and educated opinion, i believe that the petekey fling started in 04.
then, the next summer both bands were again picked for warped, which only intnsified the relationship. after weeks of spending excessive time with each other and attending each others shows, the media took notice. in an interview that summer, when asked about it he responded “me and pete wentz arent dating. we are both heterosexual males… sort of… maybe… umm… next!”. on may 16, 2005 mikey was spotted at a fueled by ramen show watching fob at house of blues wearing a white jacket that allegedly belonged to pete. a few days later, pete posted a list on live journal of things that get him hot and bothered. on taht list were a.having a crush on a person i speak to nearly every day and b.white denim jackets….
on tuesday, june 28, 2005, pete posted the following on livejournal: “Amazing New Mexico sunset. im hanging on a bridge with my friend mikey from my chem. its all orange and pink above us. we went to another water park again. i love high fives again. totally back in love.” on july fourth he posted an entry that ended with “hot and miserable but totally back in love”. on july 15 he posted “Though I am over hearing your thoughts on haircuts and pants. I’m over us trying to be perfect tens for your little eyes. We don’t care what you think of us. Listen to a song and time your heartbeat. Let it be okay to fall asleep slow tonight. Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone elses hand clumsily on your belt in the dark. Think it will be okay. No more rants. No more poetry. Not tonight. True love for the believers”. on july 17 he posted “wrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off) on your arm when you passed out. bestfriends, exfriends- better off as lovers not the other way around. racing through the city in the back of yellow checkered cars. the takeoffs are the worst but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. and im sorry the way my moods flicker on and off like old light on your porch, but i know you wouldn’t have it any other way. sneaking in your window instead of out. the way you hold a cigarette cause you don’t know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close. the way the waists of pants feel better at the ankles. the way you always were my best excuse for calling in sick on everyone else. i miss you”. which later became the song bang the doldrums, which was origionally titled summer of like (pete mentioned this in a rolling stones interview), which is now what fans call the relationship between pete and mikey in 05.
during that summer, fans claimed that mikey and pete didnt want to be photographed together, which is kind of suspicious…. but there are a few circulating the internet, and quite a few of mikey wearing clandestine (petes clothing line). at this time it was also common for fob and mcr to trade band members, mikey would play bass for fob so pete could take his mic into the crowd. pete also frequently watched mikey play with the stupidest smile on his face….
there are also fan reports of them being seen together. “
at my warped date i got there early in the morning and hung out by the fob bus because i wanted to get a pic with patrick and around 10 am the door opened and a very tired looking mikey stepped off with pete right behind him and they appeared to be holding hands until they saw the people around and they both refused to have their pictures taken together
”. and “during Fall Out Boy’s set (they were one of the closing bands that night) they dedicated one of the songs to Mikey, who was watching from the side of the stage. Pete said, “This song is about revenge. Right, Mikey? Revenge!” Mikey smiled and nodded, and during “Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy” he mouthed along to all the words.”
pete also posted at one point “i wish you were my bass, not just my friend”. on august 19 he posted “
Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that showering and sleeping are fun too. My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me with mikey way. I had to hit it. Its not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I’m in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online. Writing messages on your arm for someone to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal”.
on september 4, pete posted “on the getaway car, the rush of blood to the head: it’s strange to find myself again back at the feelings of the blue cover after going through the red and the gold. its kind of always like that. i am sorry if i am not making any sense. but everybody likes to take chances and make bets. i always put my money on the longshots. and no matter where my head was in the world i always dreamed of waking up next to the biggest brown eyes i have ever seen/’meandyouunderneaththehoneymoon’. “go back to what it meant back then”: and you imagine yourself moving deep into the summer and disappearing, and for me it was always with you. and then things got crazy. you stopped calling me back. i stopped trying to call but not in my head. and then you got malicious but i’m guessing only because you learned from the best- take back your taste and all. i never thought it would be just me again. but that’s okay. we’re gonna hole up and wait it out. i feel like i can see for the first time, like i was born just in the last minute. wake me up. baby boy, you’re gonna be okay. hearts between our knees sticking to the summer sheets. are you catching my drift…. its gonna be alright. your love would be hell but its just not hot enough baby.” (Note… baby BOY)
after petes nudes were leaked, hey chris wrote him a public letter which contained the following: “you know the friends i have and you know how we feel about loyalty. you know who im talking about and you know they’re not happy either.” and shortly after chris posted pic of him and mikey saying he’d “found new love”
the summer of 06, peter once again had some interesting things to say. on july 7 he posted “im so sorry, but not really. (‘straighten up and die right’) i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said “no, youre something different”. like what? “something better”. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.” then the next day, on the 8th, he posted “the fraternal order of the handsome boy. ive been watching you from afar. my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the carcandy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding. ”youre the stranger ive been dreaming of”, stranger than any ive ever known. love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me. late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you to make you think of me the very same way i think of you. i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them. fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living. that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history. over and over again. how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else. how i get paid to be humble and arrogant at the same time,to be chased and never caught. that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you. that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care. youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away. the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up. i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden. i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you. ”im blowing smoke rings around the moon….” i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.”
then, there is infinity on high, which is basically completely about mikey (especially bang the doldrums, because it was born on live journal right after that summer of like…) and ab/ap, due to the constant reiteration of a past love, my favorite being fourth of july with “you are my favorite what if, you are my best i’ll never know”
also othe fact that neither of them can hold a true relationship with women without it ending badly. perhaps because there is someone out there that they are simply destined to be with….
so yeah. pete wentz writes a lot of his music about mikey way.
Did we already talk about the implications of Even wearing the exact same outfit the day he comes over after Isak sends him that text telling him not to contact him before he’s done with his girlfriend as the day they met on the tram and spent an afternoon falling in love only to be brought back to reality by the introduction of Sonja. The same denim jacket, the same hoodie with red strings, and the same burgundy t-shirt with those little glittery details. Yes I checked, and this is the only time he’s recycled an entire outfit down to the last detail (he did add a scarf though because it’s colder now), and while doing my very important research I also confirmed that the two times Even’s worn the most layers have indeed been in the scene where Isak blurts out he doesn’t need mentally ill people in his life and the du er ikke alene scene, so I do sense a pattern here. They also have that long silence after the initial halla in both of these Friday clips serving as a further parallel. It’s almost as if Even’s come to reclaim what could have been on that Friday afternoon exactly six weeks ago, the Friday afternoon that Isak complimented Even’s drawings, the Friday afternoon that we in retrospect know must have been at least as meaningful to him as it was to Isak because he had been dreaming of it since the very first day of school.
Even is standing on Isak’s doorstep in all his James Dean glory and he appears confident at first, although we now know that behind his confidence he was hiding a lot of fear and self-doubt, but then he glances over his shoulder. This glance is honestly one of the reasons I love this scene so much, because despite there being no dialogue there is actually a lot of subtle communication. The scene is so much more than just a makeout scene. Even glances over his shoulder, and while it’s a very quick glance, it’s enough to tell that he’s asking if he should leave, if he shouldn’t be here, he’s looking for a sign, and Isak understands this because after that glance Isak’s face changes. He’s been nervous all night, first anxiously staring at his phone and then trying to keep his cool in front of his friends as if his heart wasn’t racing knowing Even’s waiting for him outside, and he appears nervous even now, but as he sees Even look into the direction he came from, non-verbally asking if coming here was a mistake, he suddenly finds his confidence, thinks fuck it and just goes in for the kiss because since that Friday afternoon six weeks ago there has been no going back for them and he knows it now. And even as they kiss there is still that one break, that one little unspoken are you completely sure, followed by that final look of I’m sure, we can’t go back now.
In retrospect I realize that the subject line above makes it look like I’m there. I’m not.
However, I HAVE sifted through all the fan photos etc. which are super adorable… like really, how are all of you so cute?! Like I know you, dear follower reading this are thinking: “she’s not talking about me, I wasn’t at awesome con, and I am not cute.” but just going through the pictures and using that as a general sample of DT fan cuteness, I can conclude that the fandom at large is easily 95-98% adorable. Thusly, you, dear follower, by sheer statistical fact, have a cuteness factor in the high 90′s, which is at least 40% cuter than the average scummy human out there. Congratulations!… But anyway, I digress…
Aside from your cuteness I was struck by a few things.
Firstly, and most importantly I can’t believe how much hands on groping people get to do when they pose for pictures with DT. I mean, call me a pervert (fair) but there’s an impressive amount of square inchage pressed all up on DT loveliness.
Pretty much everyone doesn’t seem to be checking out his arse, or flipping his collar to read the labels on his clothes, and if you doubted my assertion that I am not in fact at Awesome Con, that should be all the proof you need.
He apparently talks about his ratty sneakers, I’ll be looking for more details in that.
He also wears his blue zip up jacket (I love that jacket on him) which I’ve been trying to identify for a while with no luck. There’s a con question for you all!
His hair IMO is A+++
I’ll get to those socks, likely in another post after Tuesday (I’m about to head out camping for two nights). Although if people want to flood my inbox with observations and identifications that’s fine too. :)
A LOT of the photos from the con are pretty crotchtastic. I’m just saying, those black denims are noice!
Ok I’m going to stop, these observations are really crossing the line into stalkerville and I’m a happily married woman.
Anyway, Love to you all and more thoughts on Tuesday!