I love Carl Grimes, I really do. All I think about is him getting his story arc with Negan and for Chandler to get a chance to flaunt his acting skills. So thinking about anyone else having this scene with Negan is really frustrating. It shouldn’t go to Daryl. It shouldn’t go to anybody else but Carl. BUT if it goes to Judith I won’t be mad.
Aikoto Week Day 6 — What kind of things would you expect
from Aigis and Makoto had he lived? What do you think their future would’ve
So I skipped yesterday’s discussion topic since I didn’t
really have any headcanons, but with a “what if” question like this, I don’t
feel as limited I guess. So today’s topic is sort of a mix of both yesterday’s
and today’s. I was inspired by one of my favorite PQ doujinshi for this one.
I really like the idea that instead of dying, the main
character loses his memories and never regains them but all of his friends in
S.E.E.S. support and take care of him from afar. They don’t really want to
involve themselves in his new life because they want him to be happy and not
remember all his painful memories. And of course, Aigis is torn between letting
him be blissfully ignorant and being with him again. I really do love these
bittersweet tragic kind of endings. XD
Are you actually planning on cosplaying Uta? If yes I'm really looking forward to it,you'd do a fucking amazing Uta :D
yesyes, I am I am. I really want to do him. I love his style and hair. I’m saving my hair so I can do him without a wig. Thank you, I’m really nervous about the whole cosplay, so it helps with the support.
anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever:yes, you love carlos the scientist, we know, you love carlos so much, he's the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love carlos, we KNOW, you love carlos you fucking love carlos ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE CARLOS. WE GET IT
Haha shit I’m late?? I haven’t done comics in literal years soooo. Yeah, this is something I think about in terms of John quite a lot. I can’t help but think it might bug him a lot now and then, even if he fixed a timeline, and when confronted he might lash out. Also, bonus pic;
See, I was thinking, once all this is over and Will's back and you’re not a secret anymore, my parents can get you an actual bed for the basement. Or you can take my room if you want, since I’m down there all the time anyways. My point is, they’ll take care of you. They’ll be like your new parents, and Nancy, she’ll be like your new sister.
First off, many apologies for this not being under a read more, I’m mobile blogging at the moment. And also many many apologies for not providing a healthy amount of photos. I’m so bummed that I didn’t not capture one ounce of my meeting with him. Unfortunately my friends ( rickortreat, dixonwalsh, and louisreedus) and I had different autograph times. If I had been with them, I know I would have had a plethora of photos.
Where to begin? My mind is so garbled… The convention folk announced to the lot of us that while we were able to have some time with Andy we really needed move along as quickly possible to allow everyone through at a consistent pace. They said “don’t tell him your life stories, please…because he would love to hear them all.” I thought that was cute but as it turns out it is also quite true.
He came into the convention about 10 minutes earlier (this was after filming through the night) and started signing immediately. Unfortunately because I am terribly short I could only sneak glances of him when someone moved a bit out of the way or sat down. He was smiling and laughing with every fan. The man did not stop smiling for a moment. It was the most adorable thing to behold and it was infectious.
After the gold / silver VIPs made their way through the line was going more speedily which made me happy and anxious at the same time. Each step closer I felt my heart beating faster. I swore I was going into tachycardia. By the time I was third in line to meet him, that’s when I really saw him and could look at him. Jesus drop kick me through the goal post of life, that man is supremely gorgeous. I mean really. Pictures, television, films all are decent representations but he is a sight to behold. Or so I think.
Yikes. I give the nice handler man my ticket and he shoos me along even closer, closer, and then… Boomski.
It was really weird because then I got sort of calm. I say sort of because my hands were still kind of trembly (I couldn’t hold my phone or camera still to save my life. I tried taking photos but they’re blurry). I started off with a “Hi!!” (Brilliant. I’m such a wordsmith.) and he smiled and said “Heeey!” And I put my gift bag on the table and said “this is for you” and he opened his mouth like :O and was like “what!? Is that for me?!” He was so adorable though. He acted like he was shocked I brought him a gift. Gah, it was so adorable. I wish I could have recorded how he acted because it was all too sweet. All I could say was “uhhhh huh.” And I reached for a hug without asking him, which I felt really stupid for after, but he reached over and hugged me. I apologized because he really had to reach over the table…I am that short. He didn’t care. Then I said “I know I have limited time with you, but I need to tell you this otherwise I will regret not doing it.” He nodded. (Note: It gets kinda personal, and I feel really weird about talking about it but I also feel I need to say it to tell my tale of sorts)…. I told him how he and his acting means to me. I told him that his acting served and still serves as an outlet for me. I explained that in past years my life was full of more downs than ups (including the death of my mother a few years ago), and it was because of him and his work that helped me get out of the rut. At this point he took his two hands and crossed them both over his chest/heart and then extended them out to me. He never took his eyes off of me for one single second. He listened wholeheartedly. I continued to tell him that I couldn’t find the right words to tell him how much meeting him meant to me. I told him it meant the world. He looked at me, then looked down for a moment, and looked back up and said “I thank you for telling me this. I’m so sorry to hear about your mom, how long has it been?” And I told him and then said it was right when I got into TWD. And he said “You know. That’s the thing. This show is all about this life process of loss, grieving, coming out of it and getting stronger. It’s great you were able to hold onto that.” And I have to be honest, I was so dumbfounded at that moment that he actually was carrying out a conversation with me that I kind of just stared at him and said “absolutely.” I couldn’t believe that he asked me questions and was genuinely interested in my story, with me, and what I had to say. He thanked me again for telling him and the said “okay let’s sign this for you” and read what he signed aloud to me (for you curious cats: To Tara, pleasure to meet you. Andrew Lincoln). This was kind of funny looking back at it now, but he said “thanks again for sharing that” and I said “and I thank you” and he thanked me again and … It was this epic thanks fest. He got the final one in though because as I was leaving he yelled out once more “I thank you so much for sharing this with me!” and I smiled at him and blew a kiss. That is when I scurried off and found the nearest wall to slump against. My first call was Chelsea, and I still remember being floored and near tears.
I really wish someone had gotten the moment of him placing his hands over his heart/chest on photo or video because that was quite possibly my single best moment and memory of him. That will forever be embedded in my mind and my heart. I honestly did not know how he would respond to to my story. I didn’t want to creep him out. He was so sweet and he listened to everything I had to say without hurrying me. I’m pretty sure he was like that with everyone though. He gave as much time as he possibly could. I cannot say enough nice things about him.
The photo op was quick. As soon as someone was done the volunteers ushered other people in. When I was up both Andy and Norman were like “heeeeyyyyyy” and I got in the middle. What I like about both of them is that they get close with you. There’s no awkward gaps or anything. I don’t know if that makes sense? If you look at my photo op Norman is pulling me toward him and Andy is pulling me his way. They really put their arm around you and pull you close to them. It’s nice :) afterward I gave Norman a hug and thanked him, and I gave Andy another hug too. Andy had the biggest most gorgeous smile when I turned to hug him. Again, I think he had this same smile for everyone, but at that moment it was for me…and it was wonderful. I nearly died. It was that gorgeous. As I walked out and Andy said something in Rick’s accent and for the life of me I CANNOT REMEMBER. I hate that I can’t. One random night it’ll come to me and I’ll get up and write I on here. It’ll be 3:13 am and I’ll be like “it was chicken nuggets” or something ;). (Pssst: it wasn’t chicken nuggets).
So thar you have it folks. All of my reasons to love Andy Lincoln even harder and more powerfully than before. I didn’t think that was possible.