Rounding up “ Safe Space”. As the title suggests this piece is my reflection on the current political climate. I usually don’t explain “the meaning” of my work but I feel the need to emphasize that this is more than a “pretty picture”.
Duality forms one of my recurring themes & it’s no surprise that there’s a lot of it in here.
The wings are a combination of the male & female grouse, a bird renowned for camouflage. They spend most of their time on the ground, not traveling far. The red wing tips, “fingers/ hands” refer to the first drawings of men, to the need to create but also to bloodied hands, the will to destroy. The feathers form a shelter to protect but also the exclude; a bubble so to speak. The outer form of the wings refer to the swastika, a symbol of peace in some regions but to most of us a symbol of horror. A suggestion of history repeating itself.
The covered face stands for protection but also suppression, exclusion & indifference. It also suggests religion with all its facets.
I tried to give the features a non distinctive sex, to emphasize the androgynous theme, which started with the wings.
The coldness of the skin suggest a “dead to the world” attitude & the fact that the person is “Caucasian”, confront me with my own struggle with race/racism.
This piece is my contribution for the “Winter Flock” exhibition The Convent Philly starting 10 Feb 2017.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x British!Actress!Reader` Warnings: FLUFF and
Plums Summary: Reader is
an A list actress who plays Jessica Drew (Spider Woman) in the Marvel Universe.
She is also a theatrical actress who is currently traveling around the world
performing ‘Les Miserables’ and makes a surprise guest appearance at the
convention. She is bestfriends with all the boys, and has a crush on Sebastian.
She brings on the plums. What will happen? A/N: I based this on
the Philly Magic Convention. Also this is my first One Shot ever! So this won’t
be amazing Word Count: 1521
So here I am. Sat in
the audience with my hood up, aviators on, watching my 3 bestfriends do their
interview. They don’t even know I’m here. That’s what really has my adrenaline
going. You see, I’m not supposed to be there, in the convention, because I’m
supposed to be touring; well I am however I thought that I should surprise my
friends at their convention. The girl sitting next to me, doesn’t know who I
am, bless her.
“Okay, so uh for the record I want to ask you Stan, there is one
part of Civil War, that
I didn’t realise was a thing. For you Bucky- Bucky’s character, we find that
he’s living his peaceful life, you go buy plums-” The audience including myself
laugh, and I picked up the brown paper bag, which is down by my feet, getting
ready and waiting for my cue to get up.
“-and you are known
as the plum guy, and we all feel bad because he never got to eat his plums.”
The interviewer finishes there and waits for Seb to answer. At this point I get
up out of my seat and make my way, awkwardly, down the row I was sitting in holding
the brown paper bag containing the words most precious item.
“I see you thinking
of that show, uh with um Will Ferrell and Steve Little, is it Eastbound?-” Nods
of approval. “Yeah and ‘I just gotta eat some plums’” Cue laughter from the
audience. At this point I’m near the stage stairs but out of sight.
“Yeah the guy never
got his plums!” Seb exclaimed.
“Did you ever get to
eat ‘em?” The interviewer asked. “No I never got to eat ‘em.” Seb said
“Well in that case.
Bring on a special guest, who might I add is taking a well-deserved break from
touring, and also has a little gift for you Sebastian.” All the boys have
cut little confused faces on them until I walked on stage. I took off my hat
and glasses and the audience screamed. The boys looked like they were going too
Everybody!” I was handed a mic and sat in between Seb and Anthony. Both boys
gave me a bone crushing hug as I haven’t seen them in months.
“Hey, hey, hey! Mind
the present! Come over here too Chris!” I said whilst holding out the gift.
“Hey Victoria-” I rolled my eyes at Anthony’s nickname “-Do
you want me to Peggy Carter you?” I asked laughing and then pulling a serious
face. “-Sorry… Wait, you said you had a present for Sebastian. What is it?”
Anthony wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. With that question I whacked the
back of his head. “Get your mind outta the gutter!” I said in my relatively good
American accent. He pouted and slouched.
“Here is a little gift from all your fans, and I Seb.
Hope you like it…” I over-exaggerated my shyness.
“Plums?” We a burst out into laughter.
“You don’t like plums, give some to Cap” Anthony
leaned over my and grabbed the plum bag out of Seb’s hands.
“I’m gonna marvel Oprah. ‘You get a plum-‘” Anthony
declares as he tosses a plum to the audience, at this point we are all in hysterics
and I join in tossing out plums. “-You get a plum! You guys can’t catch. I’m a
gonna throw it right at your head, you’ve gotta catch it. You ready? You got
These are the moments I’m going to miss with these guys.
I look over to Seb and smile at his laugh. The way the corners of his eyes
crinkle when he smiles. Little things like that is what made me fall for him. His
bright blue eyes that show every emotion he is trying to hide. To his amazing
hair that always smells of vanilla. I love him. I love him, but he has a
girlfriend and that’s probably why I can understand my character Éponine so
well. She is in love with Marius, like I am with Seb, and she knows he is in
love with someone else. My thoughts are cut out by the interviewer.
Do you think you can sing us all something from Les Mis? Ya’ know a small snippet?” The audience abrupt in applause
and I look over to Chris, Seb and Anthony who are all egging me to go on
fine I’ll do it…” The audience goes mad once more.
music is set up. I know exactly what I’m going to sing. Breathe in (F/N). In, out.
going to sing ‘On My Own’ now this is a song which I hold dear to my heart, as
I can relate to Éponine in so many ways in this.
starts and I’m Éponine again.
And now I’m all alone again, nowhere to turn, no one to go to
I did not want your money sir, I came out here cause I was told to.
But now the night is near
And I can make believe he’s here
I sing with as much emotion as I
can bare knowing the man who I think about is only a few metres away.
Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I’m happy
With the company I’m keeping
The city goes to bed,
And I can live inside my head
On my own
Pretending he’s beside me
I walk with him ‘til morning
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me
In the rain, the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me forever and forever
And I know it’s only in my mind
That I’m talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say there’s a way for us
I’m crying now feeing and putting
everything into the song.
I love him
The three words I sing I mean.
But nobody will know.
But when the night is over
He is gone,
The river’s just a river
The world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers…
I love him
But every day I’m learning
All my life,
I’ve only been pretending
His world will go on turning
A world that’s full of happiness
That I have never known
I love him…
I love him…
I love him…
But only on my own…
I finish the song and everyone in
the audience is standing up and applauding. I wipe a few tears away and turn
around. The sight I see almost makes me burst out laughing. Seb and Anthony are
huddled together crying, Chris is also shedding tears and the interviewer was sympathetically
handing Seb and Anthony tissues.
“Well that was beautiful. Thanks
(F/N) for doing that for us.” The interviewer told me.
“Your welcome. It was my pleasure-“,
“’Pleasure’ Pfft gurl you made us cry… Evil..” Anthony glared at me. I chuckled
“Thank you again. So are you
going back on tour?” The interviewer asked.
“I am leaving for LA tonight. I
just wanted to say hi to you guys before I leave again.” I said with a small
frown. All the guys looked like they were about to cry, and I would be lying if
I wasn’t going to myself.
“There have been rumours that a
certain (Y/L/N) will be joining the Marvel Universe. Is that true?” All of the
guys looked up at me. I held eye-contact with Sebastian though. I smiled.
“Yes it is true. I will be
starring in Captain Marvel, as
Jessica Drew AKA Spider Woman!” Everyone applauded me. What happened next surprised me though.
Sebastian stood up from his seat
grabbed my face with his hands and kissed me. KISSED ME! I pushed him away. “What
about Margarita?” I asked him still over whelmed by the whole ordeal. I couldn’t
even hear the audience in the background. It was just me and Seb. “We broke up
Now this is the moment where I
say something I’ve always wanted to say about life. “Fuck it.” I said and
pulled his head down to mine as our lips met. The softness of his lips against
mine was like heaven. A dream come true literally.
We couldn’t hear the wolf-whistles
Anthony and Chris were giving us. I didn’t even notice Seb picking me up bridal
style and running off stage with me as we were kissing. Until we reached his
dressing room and he almost threw me in.
“When do you leave?” He asked out
of breath. I looked at the clock.
“6 hours.” I replied equally as
out of breath as he was.
“Well we have time” Seb said as
he dove back into kissing me. He took off his shirt.
Welcome to the third installment of my Sebastian Stan Wizard World Fan Encounters Masterpost series. In an attempt to collect and organize all the fan videos that emerge from conventions, I’m listing the videos I come across with their original sources. Find the other masterposts I’ve created at my tag.
**NOTE** I’ll be updating this post as I come across more videos, so make sure to return to this page later. If you notice an incorrect source or a missing video not please let me know so I can correct or add it. Thanks! Header photo credit: dannybenavides
So I’m putting off writing a scene that I’ve rewritten a dozen times and rather than bug the overly generous Mr. Gimple for more writing tips (he has a show to prepare after all)—- I thought I’d shake out the cobwebs by laying some fresh impressions of Walker Stalker experience on y’all.
I said “y’all” because I now wish I lived in the Dallas convention center… in booth number 30. I’m pretty sure my wife wouldn’t mind and my daughter would have the run of the place. She’d also have as many “zombie show” treats as she could jam into her tiny little face.
And I’m pretty sure I could talk the #comicbookmen into living in booth 43. We’d have interesting neighbors anyway. (I think I’m going to finally run that marathon I’ve been unconsciously training for with Ming—-if we can talk AMC into chipping some money for our fave charitable organizations. WD VS COMICBOOKMEN!!!!). Maybe we could even get zombies to pop out of the crowd to chase us occasionally. Or super villains. Or BOTH! Can you imagine Lex Luthor and Gorilla Grodd and the entire Legion of Doom chasing us along with a legion of walkers in like Philly or something?!
Ok convention: First off, even though there were some rope lines, watching my fave actors interact with genuinely excited fans was just awesome. When I managed to see through the crowds anyway.
Chad Coleman is an old friend. A theater friend. One of those friends who when you talk to him after long absence it seems as if no time has passed. He’s also a great listener. Which is good, because I talk too much. Anyway he stayed late to meet as many folks as he could. Signed stuff for volunteers, gave of himself, genuinely took an interest in everyone he met. Treated fans he’d met with the same interest and warmth that he would muhself if we ran into each other in midtown. A walking lesson in simply being a person with other people.
We all went to Bobs steakhouse and talked too loud and laughed even louder. my new friend Daniel Thomas May and made plans to do stuff in the future.
I photobombed Michael Cudlitz. I photobombed a cast member of Lost. I had a picnic with some fans. I didn’t photobomb them but I wish I had.
I met the infamous “Aaron” who’s real name is Ross and isn’t really that infamous at all. Guys a mensch. And if you aren’t from NEW YORK CITY look up mensch. We sat down for horrible stir fry and I found myself face to face with a guy who, like me, was a broke damn actor going from job to job for a while before something special came along. He also does a killer Han Solo impression. He prodded me to whip out a childhood c3po impression. I’m gonna do a #goodnessgraciousme at him when we deplane.
I got bit by a lot of zombies.
I met 4 tween girls who were so fun and curious and COOL. If my kid turned out like any of them I’d be proud. (Stay 5 for just a little longer though honey…)
I met a bunch of kids from St. Jude who are fighting the good fight. I met a 16 year old cancer survivor. We talked zombies and comics, not cancer (I think that might have been a relief to him). And I made a mental note to raise some money for that organization.
I met friends of friends, cops, lawyers, doctors, a couple nurses, one lady that made guitar gear, another that had 6 kids. (She’s 6 times the woman I am) I asked her how she scheduled everything: “I just do.” She said. And SHRUGGED! Then one of her progeny hopped around to “my” side of the table and I had the rare opportunity to give a drawing lesson that my Uncle Walter gave me to a budding 14 year old cartoonist. I turned him on to “How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way” which was a primer for me in beginning to understand anatomy. (Not the end all in terms of comic drawing—- as Alan Moore said not everyone needs to draw like John Buscema—- but it’s a good start for someone who could turn out to be very talented young guy.) Look out Robert Kirkman. ;)
I made dinner plans with Giancarlo Esposito 6 times but he was so swamped and we were both so tired that we decided to do it in the spring in New York with my wife.wait til you guys see what we 3 have up our sleeves.
I bought a Walking Dead Compendium to replace the one my dog peed on. (At least I think it was my dog.)
I did a “hospital” panel with Tyler and Cullen Moss. Tyler was hilarious and awesome as usual. Cullen nearly threw the green lollipops he brought to the crowd. Or I hallucinated that he had. He had groupies! I talked to much. The moderators were awesome.
I said on stage that since I was a zombie in the remake of NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD that I’d gone from “walker to doctor”. Someone retweeted that a bunch of times. George Romero was my first director and the shouts from the audience when I mentioned him and special effects guru Tom Savini were loud as a religious revival. That gave me hope.
Season five posters were sold out so I have to wait to hang it in the office next to my comic book stuff.
The volunteers (especially my associate JOSIE) came out in droves and were so helpful and kind. None of them minded my mindless music recommendations and tales from the set. All of us couldn’t stop smiling. It was freeing somehow.
I don’t know how many hundreds of people I met (or zombies for that matter) but a happier, weirder, more excited group of individdles I cannot imagine. Haven’t felt this at home since my last Grateful Dead show.
All that to say that I finally understand what people mean by “Walking Dead Family”. That’s what we are after all. Thanks for adopting me.
Ok. Now I’m gonna listen to some Hawkwind and write this scene for this pilot.
Cosplayers - LOVE YOUR BODY; But Stay Safe! [at conventions]
I need to get this point across because I fear for the safety of many people out there. I heard of rumors that something similar to something that happened at Zenkaikon might make its way to Otakon and other cons, and it’s NOT ok.
Cosplayers: It’s OK to dress how you want and be okay with your body. BUT IT IS NOT OK TO PARTAKE IN SOLICITATION OF YOURSELF FOR MONEY [at conventions]. It WILL get you kicked out of a con [ And depending on the situation you or a friend could even get arrested]. A few people are already taking a stand and preparing to warn Con Staff of this.
LOVE YOUR BODY, but don’t go around having people slip money in your belt/pants/underwear/etc. You ARE BEAUTIFUL, and the praise you get/deserve should be ’ payment ’ enough. [at conventions]
A safe alternative could be selling cosplay photography prints for money. [Keeping 18+ regulations in mind] If you need help on where to start, my ask box is always open and I know a ton of great safe sites to sell prints.
As a side note, a lot of younger cosplayers have been talking about or actually doing this [at conventions]. Please, do not justify it with “I understand the risks” because clearly you do not. A con is for having fun in costume, not practically selling your body and risking getting kicked out for it. [at conventions]
To summarize, you are all amazing, and being comfortable in your body is a GREAT way to live. Just don’t get into trouble for it? Praise and love should be enough, because you all deserve it!
To add as a note: This is not designed to be “slut-shaming”. As I stated in the beginning this is for COSPLAY in the CONVENTION scene. Sex, and other things for money is not something to be ashamed of. It’s a work area full of amazing people who are strong individuals! That is the proper scene for getting money for services, not a convention.