scottish are the best people to get drunk with by the way

In-depth Reflection on Kingsman: The Golden Circle (Spoilers)


After so much waiting, watching new promos and trailers everyday, I watched Kingsman: The Golden Circle today! The sequel to my favorite movie of all time! And BOY, I have so many thoughts. I am going to try to go as in-depth as I can, and as much in order as I can but BEWARE this is nearly a shit post with me pouring all of my feelings into it and will have random points all over the place, but mainly is me trying to process everything, this is A LOT (it’s 3k) and basically a summary of the movie 


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Can You Take Me Home?

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff (?)

Summary: It’s St. Patrick’s Day 2001. Gerard is drunk at an Irish pub and you have to go pick him up. 

A/N: Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all my Irish followers (and anyone else who celebrates!)

It was March 17, 2001, and you were at home, minding your own business. Then, the phone rang.
“Hello?” said an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello, who is this?” you asked, puzzled.
“Sorry to bother you,” the caller apologized. “I’m the bartender at O’Flannigan’s Irish Pub. We’ve got a man here, he, uh, he’s really wasted. We had to cut him off, but he won’t leave. You were the first name in his cell phone under recent calls, so…..”
It must be Gerard, you realized. He was the only one of your friends who owned a cell phone. You remembered him rambling to you about how, in ten years, everyone was going to own one. You weren’t so sure.
“Fuck,” you sighed into the phone’s receiver, winding the cord anxiously around your finger. “I’ll come pick him up, ok?”
“Thank you,” the bartender said, sounding as if he was sorry. “And have a Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”
You blinked in momentary confusion as you hung up the phone. You’d completely forgotten that the Irish holiday was today. You didn’t normally do much to celebrate it. But, you knew a lot of people observed it by drinking heavily. Clearly, that had been what Gerard decided to do.
You rolled your eyes as you climbed into the car and drove to the pub. 

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i had kind of a bad day fam, the sort i get over by writing fluff for myself evidently, so it’s here, the witch au sequel you’ve all been asking for. i’ve realized there may need to be a part 3 from victor’s perspective and when it’s all over perhaps i’ll clean it up and ao3 things properly. here we go: 

Yuuri is three-quarters of the way through his shift at Secret Garden when Minako-sensei plants her hands on the counter, fixes him with an unimpressed look, and mutters: spill. Because Minako-sensei is Hiroko Katsuki’s oldest friend, and also because she’s objectively terrifying, even for Yuuri, he gives in with little resistance. How the shadow covens in London would chuckle, watching a white witch cower like this in the shadow of a mere herbalist. Yuuri has tried and failed to live in that world; the big city isn’t for him, it’s too far withdrawn and too distant from wild, untamed spaces. Edinburgh is too big, too, but Minako’s an old family friend and anyway she lives outside of town, in a little cottage on the road to Roslin.

Yuuri’s living in her attic until he figures out what the hell he’s doing with his life.

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Chibs Request,

Can i get an imagine where your superclose with chibs you confide in him that your a virgin and there is no one you would rather give it to then him. He agrees and confesses his love for you and needs to possesively cĺaim you has his

tw: nsfw, smut

Loving Chibs wasn’t hard, he was an amazing man, he was caring, loyal, family oriented and strong anything someone could wish for to have in a relationship. Meeting him was part of my destiny I guess, I was working on a bar in Charming trying to pay for debts and help support my family. I didn’t remember how it was to live comfortably, with money and whatever makes up for the concept of stability but I loved, you can’t never take away the fact that I knew what love was, because that’s all my mom gave us, love and affection even when times got rough, even when life kicked us in the butt trying to breaking us down.

I met Chibs at the bar, he came with two men that night who I later met as Bobby and Tig, they were charming men, proud of the kutte they were wearing, the reaper on their backs, but we only had silly conversations back then. It was the next time I would see him after my life turned around that I knew I would fall in love with the Scottish man even if we were only friends.

I was crying at a hospital plastic chair, praying for the lord if it actually existed to send some luck, another reason to keep going my way. My mother was sick and I couldn’t pay for the hospital bills, less after being fired for having to take care of her at home. I didn’t care anymore if people looked at me, I was pouring my heart out in that moment but my prayers were heard. The first thing I saw were the worn out boots and the next thing I remember was my face buried deep in between the kutte and the soft black shirt Filip was wearing, my luck was about to change. We quickly became best friends, he was my rock, my confident and I would even dare to call him my soulmate even when he had no idea about my feelings towards him.

“Tell me a secret, lass” said Chibs with a bottle in his hand, I looked at him with doubt in my eyes and shrugged before taking a sip of my drink. “C’mon there has to be something you hide in that pretty head of yours” he said and I bit my lip.

“I’m a virgin” I said in a low voice, I heard him almost drown with his beer and I immediately got embarrassed he was definitely going to make fun of me now. How pathetic I am

“Vir..gin?” he whispered and I nodded moving on my seat “Oh lass, I didn’t mean it in a bad way” he said getting closer to me “You’re bloody gorgeous I just thought it was obvious you were not one” he said and I nodded again.

It was a couple days after that night, Crow eaters were all over the place dancing around and drinking in between the men. Gemma was helping out with drinks and making everyone comfortable while the boys played pool or poured themselves drinks before going to the back with one of the women at the party. I walked around looking for Chibs and I found him playing pool with Half Sack, Happy and some Nomads. He immediately engulfed me in a hug and I smiled at him, we were drinking and laughing, a lot of PDA for the first time since we meet, at some point at the party I looked at his eyes and his smile while he playfully chocked Juice and I knew this man was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, people slowly started being to drunk to function and everyone ended all over the place. Only a few plus Chibs and I were left standing, him not getting drunk just to get me home safely.

“Wanna head home now, lass?” he said just above my ear and I nodded, he took my hand and we went outside to get on the bike.

As we arrived he took me to the door like he usually did when he dropped me off and I smiled at the gesture, he stood there looking at me and I couldn’t deny the rush going through my veins, I got closer and I could feel him stiffen, I put my lips on his and started kissing him slowly but I didn’t get a response so I moved sadly a few steps back, but Chibs took my face in between his hands and kissed me once again.

We ended up in the bedroom right away, I was taking off his kutte and opening the bottoms of his shirt when he took my hands in his “Are you sure, lass?” he said and I nodded “Please use your words, I don’t wanna hurt you” he said

“There’s no one else in the world I’d rather be with this moment, I want it to be you” I said before kissing him once again.

He took off my shirt quickly while I took his belt off, he caressed my skin with his rough hands, breathing and touching every inch on my upper part, leaving loving kisses and love printed all over my body. My pants were quickly taking off and I giggled at the feeling of his beard on my lower stomach, he gave me a beautiful smile and kept kissing my inner thighs. I was in heaven the minute he put his face on top of my panties, living slow small kisses all over them. I put my hands on his hair caressing it and feeling deeply the new experience, when he took them off and started kissing and licking I was in cloud 9, he was gentle but made sure to touch in all the right places. I heard him take off his boxers and open a package, and I looked at him through clouded eyes.

“Are you sure baby girl?” he said once again before kissing my collarbone

“I’m sure Filip” I almost moaned and I looked at his eyes full of lust and adoration. He kissed me softly before getting inside of me, I felt a bit of pain but his kisses full of love distracted me from it, he moved slightly making me groan a bit on pain and he tried to move away from me but I put my legs on his lower back. “Stay, I’m good just stay” I said and he nodded, a bit later I told him to move and he started thrusting slowly into me, making my eyes roll in pleasure. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to lose my virginity with, less with the sight I got the morning after of the beautiful Scottish man sleeping peacefully next to me.

“I love you, YN” he said opening his eyes. “I love you”

James Mcavoy Imagine

Warning: Mild Rape!

Requested: No


You had just been at James’ house, fighting over the fact that…actually, you had no idea what you both were fighting about, and you’re pretty sure he didn’t either, but in a fit of rage he had clearly yelled, “It’s over!”
“Fine!” I replied, “I was sick of this fucking relationship anyway! You could barely say we were dating, you were gone all the time!”
I stormed out of his house, jumped in my car and literally sped home, tears streaming down my face that were blurring my vision a little. I wiped them away and pulled out my phone and dialled my best friend.
“Hey babe, what’s up?” she says.
“Remember how I said I couldn’t come to your bash because James was home?”
“Yeah, please come!” she says.
“Yeah, well I’m coming now. James and I are over.” I said, my voice croaking at the last half of the comment.
“Oh…what happened? Are you ok?”
“I honestly have no idea and I don’t really wanna talk about it. I’ll be at yours soon” I replied, hoping to avoid conversation about my fresh break up.
“Ok babe, but if you need anything, please pull me aside at the party and I’ll talk to you about it.”
“If you’re not wasted” I laughed.
“True…anyway see you then babes!”
Your best friend hangs up the phone and I pump up the radio until I arrive home. I walk into my house and run to my room. I walked to the shower and did everything. After I was done, I did my hair and changed into my outfit:  I walked downstairs, grabbed my phone, and headed out of the door. Within 2 minutes, you arrive, It’s only 7pm, just started to get dark and people are already turning up. I walk to the door and it’s answered by my best friend who gives me the world’s biggest hug.
“I’m so sorry babe, if there’s anything I can do…”
Unfortunately, the captain of the football team at your work (who is already half drunk) over hears her and slurs.
“Ohh, pretty boy broke your heart? Let me fix it later, I’ll come get you when you’ve had a few to drink…”
“Ok Troy, keep walking” your best friend says. “Look, just have a good night tonight. You can crash at mine and in the morning we’ll eat burgers…deal?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The night kicks off, and once your other friends arrive, I start to actually have a good time. I  had a few drinks and settle into the night. It’s around 12pm when I’m approached by Troy.
“Baby take up my offer from before?” he slurs.
“No Troy, I think I’ll be fine.” Despite being newly single, James is still the only boy on your mind.
“C’mon baby, you’re single now, I’ll help you get over your famous ex boyfriend.” He says, grabbing your wrist tightly and pulling you through the house; I yelled at him to get off me, but everybody is too completely wasted to notice. He pulls me to the front of the house where only a few people are standing, and the smell of tobacco and alcohol is apparent. He stops me right in the middle of the lawn and drops his drink, grabs my  waist and leans down to kiss me. His breath tastes strongly of bourbon and cigarettes. I pull away but he pulls me close again. He moves his hand up my dress and roughly slams 2 fingers inside of me and I cry out in pain.
“Help” I pretty much scream, I am crying so it just sounds muffled.
“If you scream, it’ll just make it worse…”
“Get off her!” a voice behind me, that sounds very much like James, yells.
Troy pulls away and a smirk covers his face.
“Pretty boy, back to save the day; call the authors, another fairytale is in our midst.” Troy says, pretty much slurring every word he says.
“I’m not joking Troy, let her go”  James said in his heavy Scottish accent.
“What you gonna do if I don’t?”
James walks up behind me, stroking his fingers below my back, when I met his family, this was his code-word for ‘stay calm, everything is fine’ so this pretty sure this meant the same thing.
“Let. Go” James says in his face, and after Troy refuses yet again, James’ fist connects with Troy’s cheek, knocking Troy to the ground. Usually I was against violence but in this case I didn’t even care, neither did the people who saw.
As soon as Troy let’s go off me, my head is against James’ chest, my tears staining the t-shirt under his leather jacket. “Please take me home.”
His arms tighten around my torso and he plants a light kiss on my forehead. “Yeah baby, of course I can.”
I left my car at my friend’s house and James puts mein his. There is no talking in the car, just silence and the dimmed radio. We arrive at my house and James walks me inside, making sure I arrive to your room safely. I put on your pyjamas, brush my teeth and James puts me to bed. He smiles and goes to walk out of the room but I stoppped him.
“James, please don’t go. Please stay with me” I begged, my voice still tired. For a second he stands at the door, hesitating about what to do. “Please stay James”
“Ok love, I’ll stay.” He says removing his jacket. He keeps all his clothes on and wraps his arms around you, digging his head into the back of your neck, kissing it the way he knows you love it.
“I’m sorry about before. I was just angry, not at you, just at everything. If you want to stay ended, I guess I’ll have to live with that.”
“Can we talk about this in the morning? I just want to lay here with my boyfriend” I said, gripping the hand around my waist even tighter. I feel James’ smile across the back of my  neck. He turns my head towards him and plants a light kiss on my lips.
“I’m not going anywhere baby I promise.”
I can honestly say that it is the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while- knowing I had James arms around me made me feel safe and secure.
I got awoken to the sound of James’ phone ringing, but I don’t show any signs that I’m awake, I just curl deeper into the sheets and his arms.
“David I’m not coming in today. Because I’m busy…David I’m using up my time off,so please just accept the fact that we don’t have to work even though you’re married to it ok? I’ll speak to you later.” James hangs up the phone and returns to putting his arms around me, nuzzling his head into my neck.
“I love you.” He whispers.
“I love you too” I whispered back.
“Hey, sneaky, sorry if David woke you up” he says, rubbing my temple as I turned and face him.
“James, if you have to go into work, go, it’s more important than being here anyway” I said.
“Baby, nothings more important to me than you, and we have time off. You’re the most important thing to me.”
I sighed and lean up and kiss him. His tongue making a small appearance in my mouth, before I pulled away and digging my head deep into his chest.
“I’m sorry for yelling. I didn’t mean what I said…”
“Love, I know” he interrupts. “We both said things we didn’t mean. All you need to know is that I love you and I never want anything like that to happen again.”
“You didn’t call…why?”
“Well, I know there would have been nothing you would have hated more than that, and I didn’t want to make things any worse.”
“You know me so well…what did you do? After the fight?”
“I honestly sat there, called David and tried to refrain from crying. I came over to your house and your car wasn’t there, so I assumed that you’d be at your best friend’s house, and then I saw Troy practically finger rape you…are you ok after that?” he asks concerned.
“Just a bit sore, that’s all.”
“I love you so much” he says, “Now get back to sleep, we have 2 whole weeks to spend time together.”
My smile turns into a frown. 2 weeks? “2 weeks? Is that all?”
“2 weeks in L.A…And then we’re going to Paris and London and Italy and Tokyo…”
“Oh…wait what? Define the ‘we’ in ‘we’re’’
“You’re coming with me. Your work will be finished by then, and I realised I don’t wanna go anywhere if I can’t go there with you.” He says looking deep into your eyes. “I love you”
“You mean…in 2 weeks…” I stutter, trying to comprehend the fact that in 2 weeks time, we get to go on a trip, literally around the world, with my boyfriend.
“In 2 weeks, you and I are travelling the world. You…and me”
“Can I scream?” I asked smiling.
“Of course” He laughed.
I brought my pillow to my face, covering my mouth and muffling my scream, while James laughs at me. He pulls the pillow away and brings me into a sweet passionate kiss.
“I love you” I said.
“I love you too”

A little distraction


Fandom : Supernatural

Relationships : Crowley x Reader, Dean x Reader

Words : 2977

Summary : Crowley and you got closer when Dean decided to live with Lisa and Ben after the apocalypse, but now that the Winchesters were back in your life, everything was more complicated.

Basically angst and fluff. 

This is for you my lovely @aisari !

Y/N = Your Name

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

How long have the two Winchesters been using you as a bait ? You didn’t even remember. It didn’t bother you that much, anyway. You were the only girl in the team, so whenever it came to seduction including someone who liked girls, you were the one standing at the bar counter with an empty glass in your hand, waiting for your prey to come buy you another one.

“Hello, girl.”

The low voice sent shivers down your spine as you turned to make eye contact with the King of Hell.

“Hello, Crowley,” you replied uncertainly, suddenly distracted from your mission. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”

“I wasn’t expecting you either, sweetheart. What is the Winchesters’ favorite bait doing in this creepy bar ?” he asked, smiling. “Hunting some creatures, I guess ?”

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If two years ago someone had told Ellie Miller that Alec Hardy will become her best friend she would have laughed them in the face and walked away

Pairing: Hardy x Miller, AU
Rating: Teen
Words: 1642
Beta: that dork @doctortenny 
It’s sort of an University AU. Really it was just an excuse for writing drunk Alec and these two dorks being happy together. I still suck at writing, please forgive me. Also sorry for the title. It’s Klaudia’s fault. 
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If two years ago someone had told Ellie Miller that Alec Hardy will become her best friend she would have laughed them in the face and walked away.

Alec Hardy was a miserable sod who, despite being grumpy all the time and unable to communicate with people like a normal human being, stole the president position in the student club from her.

And she knew about the grumpy and unable part first hand, because she got the the deputy position, meaning that she had to work with him all the bloody time.

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Imagine: James McAvoy

Request: James McAvoy falling in love with you, his director for the new X-Men movie.

Originally posted by katiedreamy

Getting into this industry, I never knew how difficult some aspects of it was. I was told 3 things, 1) Always have everything under control 2) Keep a professional distance from everyone 3) Never, ever, ever, ever fall in love with your actors. How did I manage to obliterate all 3 of those rules in one movie. This movie was going to be amazing, one of the best in the X Men series and I knew that. I was smug about it, to be quite honest with you, however, I never expected myself to fall so madly in love with the famous actor; James McAvoy in the process. Him and I were so flirty with each other. every second of the day. when we were around each other. It had always been that way since day one. Him making glances at me from over his shoulder, him buying me coffee and remembering just the way I like it. He paid such careful attention, to every meticulous detail of my life. He was also one of the most, genuinely nice men I had ever met, it took me back a bit. Everyone said he had that “Scottish charm.” Which was annoying to think that he possibly was just a natural flirt, and not interested in me by any means. He was gorgeous, he could have anyone he wanted really, so it wouldn’t make any sense for him to waste his time with me, now would it? After a long day of shooting for 12 hours, we finally got a few days off. James had invited me out with him that night and I had assumed that it was just something that the crew was doing, getting together at a bar. I walked in, to see Jennifer Lawrence, and Michael Fassbender all sitting at the bar with James. “Y/N!” They all said in unison, lifting shot glasses up at me. I could tell that all 3 of them were buzzed. Jennifer immediately coming up to me and putting her arm around my shoulders “You are doing so well, and we wanted to show you that we love you, by celebrating!” Both Michael and James cheered, after Jennifer’s announcement “To Y/N and being the best god damn director in the industry! She’s also the coolest, and drinks with us!” They all clinked their shot glasses and threw them back. My face turned as red, as a tomato. “James will not stop talking about you, get it,” Whispered Jennifer into my ear, before gently bumping me into James. “Oh, sorry!” I exclaimed, widening my eyes at Jennifer, who winked at me. James chuckled “Oh it’s quite alright, Y/N, sit next to me,”  I sat in the empty bar stool next to him, and he handed me a cocktail. It was a Blue Hawaiian, which was my favorite. My jaw dropped and I smiled at him “How did you remember this was my favorite ?!” I exclaimed. He chuckled, “I pay close attention to a lot of things you would not expect. I started to sip my drink as James got closer to me, to speak over the music “Did I tell you look absolutely stunning,” My face felt warm, wasn’t sure if it was from the compliment, the alcohol, or a little bit of both. I shook my head “Me?! Don’t you tease me, I look awful and I know it.” James shook his head in response to my answer “Stop it, you’re beautiful,” “James this room is full of beautiful women, I mean, look at Jennifer fucking Lawrence right there. You could have your pick of any of them,” “But I’m only looking at you,” He said, staring at me with his intense, sky blue eyes. We both looked at each other in silence, before I broke it to drink down the cocktail I was given. After about 6 drinks in, I was on the same level as everyone else. This bars drinks were good, but way strong. James put his hand on the curve of my spine, him noticeably drunk more so than earlier. “Tell me this love, how come you and me never went on any dates? Or have yet to,” “Oh you stop it,” “No seriously! How come? Am I ugly, is my nose too big?” “Jesus Christ, hell no, you are incredibly handsome,” He smiled at me not expecting that answer “Well, thank you, that’s very flattering.” He said as he became very bashful, avoiding eye contact with me for a moment, then continued on with his statement,

 “Anyways, is it because I am annoying?” “No!” I yelled out “I’m too skinny, is that it?” “No, you have the perfect boy type!” “Aww thank you, but still. Then why not, Y/N?” I noticed his hand still lingered on my back, and I blushed. He was totally coming onto me. And he wasn’t being a gross, flirty, pig with everyone else who had a pussy in the room. He had his eyes locked onto me, watching every movement I made, smiling at me, laughing at all my jokes, listening to every thing I said effortlessly. He was truly being sweet, and really was expressing an interest. “Well,” I started, grabbing onto the new drink in front of me “I mean you’re so beautiful, like a model, way out of my league, I’m just a director. I’m no movie star, or model. I don’t have thighs that don’t touch,  or a belly that isn’t perfectly flat. Plus, actors and directors getting together? Hollywood sees it as a little taboo. It just… I don’t know. I didn’t want to dim your shine if you were truly interested in me, being seen with me would probably rouse a few questions of your sanity.” I said, taking a long sip of my drink after I finished. “Y/N, how ridiculous. That’s total bullshit. Listen to me, I’m not like that at all, and besides you are way more than you give yourself credit for. You’re way prettier than most women that are around in Hollywood, and it’s a natural beauty, a classic beauty. You’re so beautiful, that you remind me of Marilyn Monroe, some sort of pin up girl, with beautiful, hourglass curves. How could you ever see yourself as less than that? I wish you would see yourself, as I see you, it would change your mind on everything you just said, just now,” I didn’t know what to say, or if I should say anything,  and before I could respond, I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I had never had someone describe me like that before, this is someone who had taken the time to pay attention to my appearance… “But what would people think?” I asked James in a serious tone. He got closer to me “I don’t give a fuck,” We were cut off, when Jennifer started to get obnoxious, before I could speak we were both surprised by her loud laughter. “Jennifer you need to quiet down, people are staring,” “Fuck them, I don’t care! Don’t be the ruiner of fun, Michael Fassbender!” She yelled, with a loud laugh. “I am not! I just want to prevent your career turning into Lindsey Lohan’s darling! Let’s go back to the hotel!” James and I both laughed at Michael’s answer to how Jennifer was being before Paying for everything and walking down the street to where we were staying with Mike and Jennifer. It was way early in the morning, hardly anyone out on the streets, lucky for us. We had no body guards with us, we could totally get mugged out here. Goosebumps covered my skin, as I realized how awfully cold it was out here. “Oh, my goodness love. Here,” James hurriedly placed his jacket over my  shoulders, then put his arm around my shoulder, holding me close to him. “It’s really unnecessary we are literally right down the street,” “I don’t want you to be cold!” He said with a smile, “Plus it gives me an excuse to hold you close,” He winked at me, as I laughed, a smirk going across his face, him biting his bottom lip. We arrived at the hotel, Jennifer was in tower 1, I was in tower 2. “We gotta take them in 2 separate elevators,” Said James. Michael nodded and pulled Jennifer into the elevator “Say ‘bye, bye, Michael is saving my reputation and acting career!’“ Jennifer pushed him away from her, and waved at us with a smile, we all laughed at them, before the doors closed and they were gone. James helped me into the elevator to get to my room, both of us staying a bit quiet the whole way up. I went to walk right out of the doors, as I said a quick goodnight to James quickly. He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me back inside the elevator “Where do you think you are off to without telling me a proper goodbye, miss? And stealing my jacket?” He said with a huge smile. I looked up at me, and he walked closer towards me, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, getting extremely close to me, so close I could feel his warm breath on my lips. The elevator doors closed and he smirked at me “Can I please kiss you?” He asked his voice in a whisper, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. I slowly nodded, his eyes darted from mine, to my lips, 2 or 3 times, before he finally pressed his full lips, into mine. 

He placed his hand on the side my neck, intensifying the kiss, pulling me closer into each movement he made. My lips moved with his, fitting together with them perfectly, like a puzzle piece. His breathing got heavier, as my own did as well, before we parted from each other. “Well, I better get you to your room, Y/N,” He said with a teasing smile, grabbing onto my hand and letting me lead him to it. I sloppily, stumbled as I found the room, and fumbled with the room key, sliding it into the door, before letting him and myself in, He looked around the room “Wow, you have such a nice view!” He said excitedly, looking through the big window I had, a perfect view of all the best parts of Hollywood. “I’m fairly certain I’ve seen about 5 drug deals with my beautiful view of the dumpster and parking lot,” He laughed, turning around to me. “I think I have the most beautiful view of Hollywood right here in front of me though,” He walked closer to me, and moved a loose hair from my face. My heart swelling inside my chest, he was such a sweet man, and around him I actually felt beautiful. “Well, I guess this is goodbye, love. I will see you tomorrow though, right?” He said raising an eyebrow at me, moving his tongue back, and forth, over his teeth. “You don’t have to leave you know, you could stay here,” I said with a sweet smile. “Oh my darling, I would love nothing more, than to stay the night with you. However, with how drunk you are, and how worried you are of publicity, imagine the TMZ headlines of me walking out of your room in the morning, oh the horror!” He said teasingly, rolling his eyes, a grin spreading on his face. “I thought you were the guy that doesn’t give a fuck what people think, Mr. Scotsman, was that a lie?” I questioned, raising my eye brow at him in teasing suspicion, “I. Fucking. Don’t!” He muttered, exaggerating his Scottish accent on the words, and leaning down to peck me on the lips. I chuckled and looked up at him, caressing his face, feeling the stubble from his growing beard. He put his hand on mine. “Then stay, fuck what they think,” I said shrugging my shoulders. He kissed my forehead and pulled my head to rest on his chest. “I don’t want you to do anything you regret later, especially in the morning when you are horror struck to see me lying next to you,” I rolled my eyes “Whatever, James. I would be thinking about what God decided to grant me this wish,” “A wish, aye? A wish for me to be in your bed?” He teased, laughing and shaking his head, before resting his chin on my head, and running his fingers through my long hair. “A wish just to be around you, or for you to like me.” I muttered. “Well, you don’t need to wish for that, it’s already beyond a like, to be honest with you, love,” We both stood there for a while before James sighed deeply and let me go “Alright, I will stay. I just need to run back to my room, to get all ready for bed and I will be back. Okay?” He said, with a smile. I nodded with a grin, excited for his company. He kissed me quickly and walked out the door “Won’t be long!” He hollered, before the door shut behind him. I got myself into pajamas, peeling off my false lashes, taking off my jewelry, taking out my contact lenses and replacing them with glasses, wiping off my makeup, and brushing my teeth. James soon enough was knocking on the door. I answered, my tooth brush still in my mouth, as I looked him over. He was now in his pajamas, and his breath smelled of winter mint. He smiled at me and walked inside. He stared at my reflection in the mirror, with a smile on his face. “What?” I asked after spitting the toothpaste out of my mouth, echoing in the bathroom, then being drowned out by the sound of water, as I filled my mouth with it to rinse it before using mouth wash. “Nothing, you just look cute without makeup and in glasses is all. I just wanted to have a look at you and take all of you in,” He said, licking the inside of his bottom lip, before walking over to the bed. My face turned a bright shade of pink, as I felt the aggressive butterflies go crazy within my stomach. I had to stop myself from running into my bed to cuddle up with James, and he laid there waiting for me. “Why hello there, beautiful, I saved you a spot right here.” He said, removing the blanket, and patting on his chest, and reaching his hand out to me. I grabbed his hand, and he pulled me into the bed, wrapping his arms around me, and laying my head on his chest. He ran his fingers up and down my arm, drawing figure 8s and circles on my skin, stopping here and there to kiss me on the top of my head. I inhaled his scent. He smelled so masculine, and clean. I looked up at him, and he smiled at me, pushing his lips out at me, and making a soft kissing sound with them. I leaned up and kissed him on his lips, him kissing me back with passion. He held me there, his hand on the back of my head, tangled in my hair. His kisses started to become more frantic, with hunger in each one. I sensed his change in body language and followed along with it, also feeling myself get more into it. I bit onto his body lip and pulled back, gently, letting his lip snap back into place. His breath hitched, and he immediately sighed deeply “Now, easy there,” He said with a chuckle and went back into kissing me, letting his tongue eagerly explore my mouth, rubbing my own against his. I bit his lip again, sucking on it as well this time. A quiet moan escaped his lips this time, and he closed his eyes, stopping kissing me for just a moment “You’re being really unfair, Y/N,” He said with a laugh “Why is that?” I said, in a nonchalant voice. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” “Uh huh, I  am so sure you don’t, love, so fucking positive you are being so innocent,” He said as flipped me around, and put himself onto of me. I let out a small yelp, surprised by what he just did. “Oh you weren’t expecting that, were you?” He exclaimed his eyes growing wide. He kissed my lips once, before peppering kisses all over my jaw line, and my neck, sucking, licking, and biting on the skin along my collar bones. I let out a moan in response to the attention he was paying to my skin, and he chuckled, his voice vibrating into my tender flesh. “Oh how the tables have turned haven’t they?” He joked, he came back to your lips and kissed me one last time, before turning back over and laying beside me “What?” Was all I could manage to say, before looking at him. “Oh, oh that? Yeah, we’re not doing that, not while you’re drunk,” He said, innocently smiling and closing his eyes “I’m not even that drunk,” I protested. He opened one eye and looked at me through the corner of it “Yes you are stop lying,” “I’m not lying!” I said, glaring at him. He laughed and pulled me closer to his body. “I’m not going to do anything to potentionally ruin this right here, so I would rather hold off on that, especially while you have been drinking, lovely woman. I want to keep you as long as I can now. You’re trapped, I’ve claimed you,” He said, kissing me on the forehead, with a loud, exaggerated “MUAH!” I laughed and closed my eyes “You’re right, you can have all of me, it’s all yours. I’ve claimed you too though, so, we’re both pretty fucked,” I said with a nod. “Super fucked, whatever shall we do? Go on a date tomorrow? That’d be dreadful, wouldn’t it?” He said with a laugh “Oh it’s dreadful, what time should we do this?” “At 6, I’ll take you someone horrible, like the McDonalds,” We both laughed. “I would love to go McDonalds, because I’d be with you, James,” He laughed, “With this type of behavior, you’ll have me falling in love with you, quicker than I already am,” I stopped and took in what he said, that he had been falling in love with me, that was it then, we both felt the same way about each other. “Well, I mean, you couldn’t be falling for me any faster than I’m falling for you, I’m sure,” “Wait, wait just one fucking second, wait. You mean to tell me, we had mutual fucking feelings this whole time, and we never made a move until now. 6 months after meeting? We could have had sex by now.” He said furrowing his brows, before laughing “No for real though, I’m bothered that we both mutually felt this way and failed to express it to one another.” “I am too,” I responded with a deep sigh following my statement. “Well, what is important is that we have each other now, and we can makeup for that lost time now,” I answered looking at him with a smile. He nodded with a giggle, “You are correct there, my dear. You are indeed correct,” After that being said, I fell asleep in his arms, lulled by the sounds of his beating heart, and quiet snores. I was truly, and whole heartedly in heaven now, in a serene dream I never wanted to wake from.

Welcome To Appetite For Destruction - Part 2

The first post was incomplete, this version has all the songs explained.


SLASH : It’s “Welcome to the jungle” - the perfect introduction to Guns N’ Roses.

AXL : I consider this song to be the most representative of what we’re like.

IZZY : It’s about Hollywood streets; true to life.

SLASH : That’s the first song I had that Axl wrote lyrics to and helped me write. I had the riff part of it.

AXL : Yeah, I wrote the words in Seattle. It’s a big city, but at the same time it’s still a small city compared to L.A. and the things that you’re gonna learn. It seemed a lot more rural up there. I just wrote how it looked to me. If someone comes to town and they want to find something, they can find whatever they want.

SLASH : It came across, I think it was, on the third take. We did the whole album that way. Second or third take. That’s where spontaneity comes from. If you don’t get it by then, you’ve lost the feel of it. STEVEN : I like the cowbell part.


DUFF : A song West (Arkeen) and myself wrote. It’s an account of a time me and him, and also the rest of the band, were kinda going through-we didn’t have money, but we had a lot of hangers on and girls we could basically live off of…things were just too easy. There’s an emptiness; it’s so easy.

AXL : I got the greatest picture. I cut this ad out of Hustler magazine. It’s this girl bent over so her ass is up in the air and it says: “it’s so easy.“

DUFF : No way!

AXL : Yeah, it’s an ad for Easy Dates.

SLASH : There’s a lot to say for that period of time when you start to lose the excitement of just chasing chicks. You start going after really bizarre girls, like librarians and stuff. Just to catch ‘em; to say I finally went out and caught a girl that wouldn’t be my normal kinda date, cause everything else is starting to get…'it’s so easy’.

AXL : I sang in a low voice because that fit the attitude of that song better. Wasn’t something I really thought about, I just started doing it. People ask why I don’t sing like that on a lot of songs and it’s only because I just sing whatever the song deserves. And it deserves being sung different than the other material. It’s a hard tight, simple, punk rock song. When I went to England they said punk’s been dead for ten years. And I said, "it’s really weird because America doesn’t know that.”

STEVEN : Great rhythm. Just rocks. Personally I like the guitar solo in it. I like that part of the song ‘cause me and Duff are rockin’. Has more feel to it than just a machine.


SLASH : At the grocery store the other night some kid saw me looking for wine and he says, 'hey man, let’s get some Nightrain.’ Anyway…so Nightrain is just like Jungle, it’s very indicative of what the band’s all about. I remember when it first came together, we’d hitchhiked to the Rainbow and were walking down to the Troubadour and just started yelling 'Nightrain’ 'cause we were drinking it…

AXL : It’s a dollar a bottle, 19% alcohol and a quart of it, you’ll black out. It’s cheap.

IZZY : We hung out at the Troubadour, but it was dead and we just started fantasizing and walking back up to the Strip just singing along.

DUFF : We were living in the Gardener Street studio, where we had one little box of a room. We had no money but we could dig up a buck to go down to this liquor store. It happened to have this great wine called Nightrain that would fuck you up for a dollar. Five dollars and you’d be gone. We lived off this stuff.

AXL : At the time we didn’t know anything about anybody else’s version of a song called Nightrain either.

SLASH : It’s more attitude and describing how you feel when you’re on it, rather than necessarily how you may be. You feel invincible.


AXL : The lyrics are saying 'I’ve always been in trouble but I’m still handling it.’ Like every time you turn around, someone is trying to screw you over financially, or the cops are banging on your door and you didn’t do anything. It’s just being railroaded into something and trying to get out from underneath it. You know - parents, teachers, preachers… everybody. The last verse Slash and I put together as a joke 'cause we were talking about how we get in fights sometimes, and how some people get pissed off that you’re drunk. But they’re the ones that bought the bottle of whiskey to get you drunk on. Some people say I got a chip on my shoulder.

SLASH : I know a big rock star right now who buys all the fucking booze and then drinks it all up and he gets fucking irate. 'Out Ta Get Me’ is Guns N’ Roses’ big anarchy statement.

AXL : We had that as one of our opening numbers for a while 'cause we were headed to a Roxy show and got pulled over by four cops. They picked up a bag off the street; said we threw it out the window and there were drugs in it. There were no drugs in it. And they were just trying to hassle us, saying our advance money in our pockets was drugmoney. They searched everything, pushed us around and we were late for a show.

SLASH : It’s kinda hard to explain this so people can understand it. We were one of the most opposed bands. We had opposition from everywhere, the whole fucking time. Still do. It’s not as bad now 'cause we’re signed and some people like the shit we do. But we started out with so many people from so many different directions trying to lash out at us. And trying to say don’t let them in here, and don’t let them do this, and don’t let them do that, and watch them, and this and that and the other.


AXL : When we moved out of our place on Fountain and La Cienga, I was the last one to leave, and found this piece of yellow paper wadded up in the corner where Izzy’s and Steven’s room was. It had the lyrics to Brownstone on it. I read it and went, “this is great”. They said they had music for it and we ended up starting to rehearse this thing.

SLASH : A lot of people have a misconception about this song. They think it’s about drugs. It’s not so much a statement about our drug habits; it’s a more a statement about other people’s drug habits. It’s a good little ditty that people can listen to and maybe think about what they’re doing. Try and get themselves in perspective. I know one thing, a lot of people who are doing a lot of fucking drugs all the time don’t have any kind of…

AXL : They don’t have a job that they’re doing at the same time.

SLASH : Yeah, a band can keep you together. Like, we can all go through all kinds of shit, but the band keeps us just enough together. But if you don’t have a band, don’t have a job, don’t have anything you’re trying to do, then somehow drugs seem to take over. It’s not preaching. Just a statement-you can listen to it or not. You can just listen to the guitars or the drums…whatever you want.

IZZY : It can mean a million different things to a million different people. It’s like when you listen to a Zeppelin song, what do you think? I have all kinds of fucking wild ideas about what “Custard Pie” is about.


DUFF : The chords to that song I wrote when I first moved to L.A., when I didn’t know me anybody and was kinda feeling a little down. So that kinda came out, like reaching for something, you know?

SLASH : The best songs we do, they’re collaborations. The best way to do it is to have the whole band sit there and listen to everybody else’s ideas, and out it all together to make something that everybody enjoys playing.

DUFF : If one person brings in a song to this band, it always gets raped by the other four people. It always gets changed around to where its Guns N’ Roses.

AXL : The verses are more about being in the jungle; the chorus is like being back in the Midwest or somewhere. It reminds me of when I was a little kid and just looked up at the blue sky and went “Wow, what is all that, it’s so big out there.” Everything was more innocent. There are parts of the song that have more of a down home feel. And when I started putting the overlayers on the vocals (I put five tracks on there), it seemed that it came out like some Irish or Scottish heritage. One of the weird things is I had a feeling it would go over good in Europe. The kids there sang Brownstone, they sang It’s So Easy, Mama Kin, and these other songs that they’d heard on the EP. They also sang Paradise City and they’d never heard it!

IZZY : They sang as loud as our stage monitors. We could hear them over the monitors.


AXL : I know a girl named Michelle and she became a really good friend of the band’s, and I was going out with her for a while. It’s a true story. Slash and some other members of the band said that’s kinda too heavy to say about poor, sweet Michelle; she’ll freak out. I’d written this nice sweet song about her, and then I looked at it and thought 'that doesn’t really touch any basis of reality,’ so I put down an honest thing. It describes her life. This girl leads such a crazy life with doing drugs, or whatever she’s doing at the time, you don’t know if she’s gonna be there tomorrow. Every time I see Michelle, I’m really relieved and glad. I showed her the lyrics after about three weeks of debating, and she was so happy that someone didn’t paint just a pretty picture. She loves it. It was a “real” song to her, not something hokey.


IZZY : It’s a quick love song about drugs, sex, Hollywood and money. Next song.

DUFF : It’s Izzy’s song.

IZZY : it’s just a song, I don’t want to dig deeper than that.


AXL : That’s a true story about my girlfriend at this time.

IZZY : That’s a real love song.

AXL : I had written this poem, reached a dead end with it and put it on the shelf. Then Slash and Izzy got working together on songs and I came in, Izzy hit a rhythm, and all of a sudden this poem popped in my head. It just all came together. A lot of rock bands are too fucking wimpy to have any sentiment or any emotion in any of their stuff unless they’re in pain. It’s the first positive love song I’ve ever written, but I never had anyone to write anything about before, I guess.

DUFF : It was probably the hardest song for me and Steve to record, just because you have to keep a steadiness and also keep the emotion in it.


IZZY : No.. it’s called 'Fucking Crazy.’

SLASH : It’s called 'You’re Crazy’ on the record.

AXL : Yeah, it’s called 'You’re Crazy’ 'cause I didn’t want some asshole picking it up and they go, 'they put fuck on here,’ and then they won’t even give it a chance. It was written on acoustic, about another girl we know who was crazy.

SLASH : When I play that song, I don’t even know what I’m playing. It’s just such a kick in the ass for me, so I run around. I try to concentrate on the music and keep kinda stationary, except on that song. I don’t play the same solo every night 'cause I’m not on the same wavelength as other nights.


DUFF : That used to be a 12 ½ minute song.

AXL : Me and Izzy and this guy Chris Weber wrote it a long time ago. It’s had different verses at different times. Every time I’d do it live, people liked it, but it just depressed the shit outta me on stage.

IZZY : Used to be speed metal too.

AXL : Yeah, we did it real fast. Then we wrote another version about our times at the old studio and we kept that for a while. Then we came down to record it, we decided we didn’t want to cut the track. But Tom (Zutaut, Geffen A&R man) was very adamant about having that song recorded, so we figured 'we’re gonna have to rewrite it.’ In preproduction we came up with something we liked a lot better, but the verses weren’t written until the night we recorded the song. Basically, I just wanted that song an 'anything goes in sex’ type song.


AXL: I wrote this song for this girl who was gonna have a band and she was gonna call it Rocket Queen. She kinda kept me alive for a while. The last part of the song is my message to this person, or anybody else who can get something out of it. It’s like there’s hope and a friendship note at the end of the song. For that song there was also something I tried to work out with various people - a recorded sex act. It was somewhat spontaneous but premeditated; something I wanted to put on the record.

IZZY : All these quotes were Axl’s 'cause I wasn’t there.

AXL : It was a sexual song and it was a wild night in the studio. This girl we know was dancing; everyone was getting real excited. The night coulda gotten really explosive, lots of trouble for everyone, and I thought wait a minute, how can we make this productive. And this is what we got my head. It just all came together.

Me: LOL at Slash re: librarians….

Les Amis at the Ren Faire

Because this is a thing I need FOR REASONS. Also, this is very heavily based on the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire, because that is all I know.

  • They all go because Grantaire and Jehan work there and Joly has a season’s pass FOR REASONS.
    • Jehan works as a traveling minstrel, roaming around and serenading random people.
      • (over) half of it is improv.
      • His accent is horrible but no one cares because he’s great.
      • His outfit is ridiculously colorful and seems to be made largely of various scarves.
    • Grantaire walks around all day with a mug pretending to be drunk and also messing with the other actors.
      • He is not actually drunk (Enjolras thought he was).
      • Also his Scottish accent is on point.
  • Enjolras did not originally want to go but the other actually dragged him there. Well, not literally, but Courf threatens to grab him by the ponytail and drag him kicking and screaming if need be.
    • Also, he wasn’t going to go in costume. Joly nearly had a heart attack.
      • “Does it really matter? None of the costumes are going to be accurate any-”
      • The coat is a red pirate coat.
      • Enjolras hates it haha just kidding he loves it. He ends up wearing it anyway.
        • (Grantaire practically faints for joy.)
    • He is SO IRRATIONALLY PISSED OFF by the royal procession.
      • Which, btw, Grantaire is an avid part of (he swirls ribbons and drunkenly dances).
      • Enjolras and Grantaire had an enormous fight in the middle of the freaking fair.
        • Grantaire goes to apologize to the royalty afterwards, and also chants “GOD BLESS THE KING, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN” at Enjolras all day.
    • Also he’s really annoyed when Grantaire (in character) flirts with all the other characters and also anyone in costume at all???
      • With historically accurate(ish) pickup lines?????
      • It’s just really annoying and also really hot shUT UP COURF.
  • Combeferre was pretty hung up on historical accuracy, and stressed the importance of keeping it genre-appropriate until they passed the first shop and he decided he needed it.
    • What is “it” you ask
      • everything
    • He leaves by the end of the day with ears, horns, several tails, a bunch of cool jewelry, a Drabbit named Rob(espierre), a significantly lighter purse, and such a huge happy grin that no one can fault him for it.
      • (Grantaire says the tails make him look like a furry, but he says it in good fun.)
    • Turns out Combeferre is a compulsive buyer and also a huge geek.
    • They had to actually drag him away from a shop selling black sorcerer robes.
      • “it is summer ‘ferre.”
      • “I neEED ONE.”
    • “’Ferre at the Faire.’
      • “Shut up, R.”
  • Who is that flirtatious dork over there in full garb talking to absolutely all of the actors oh yes of course it’s Courfeyrac.
    • This boy, I swear.
    • He’s flirted with most, if not all, of the musicians on the sides of the road by now (especially Jehan no wait why am I crossing that out, he doesn’t care if everyone knows, ESPECIALLY JEHAN).
      • He may or may not have given several walking vendors permission to slap his ass, should they ever feel the need.
      • There’s one flower seller who keeps taking him up on the offer. The group is starting to think she’s following them just so she can smack Courf’s ass some more.
        • Courf is fucking delighted.
    • By the way by “full garb” I mean this epic mixture of costumes that he refers to as Epic Pirate King Knight. It’s wonderful.
  • Joly is such a huge Ren Faire geek it’s ridiculous.
    • He drags Bossuet and Musichetta along with him every year, and they always match genres. They switch off which year is which genre (i.e. historically accurate-ish, steampunk, etc.).
      • This year they’re going for witches and sorcerers and the like.
      • His cane is this sweet staff with a skull on top.
        • The skull is named Watson.
      • He keeps trying to cast spells (read: yell random Latin) at strangers.
    • He has a collection of Drabbits at home named after famous doctors and diseases.
      • He gets a new one every year.
      • This year’s is named Eliot Cole Issac (E. Coli)
  • Bossuet has all the costumes.
    • all
    • of
    • them
    • No seriously he has this freaking huge collection of costume pieces that he throws together when needed. Most of the stuff is pretty worn out, and he knows better than to expect new things to stay in good condition for too long, but it is a WONDERFUL collection.
      • He has an entire bin of headscarfs.
      • “Gotta put something on my head.”
      • Joly and Musichetta both think he looks dashing in a head scarf.
        • He does.
    • This year he’s dressed as a mage.
      • Several people thought he worked at one of the costume shops.
      • He was flattered as hell.
  • If you want to be dragged to all of the performances ever go with Musichetta and if not well good luck.
    • She takes them to all the raunchiest shows, too.
    • Like if it has “saucy” or “wench” or anything like that in the name, SHE’S THERE.
    • She somehow has a dirtier sense of humor than any given one of them.
      • It’s fucking marvelous.
    • Also she refuses to miss a performance of Tartanic because they are THE BEST. THE LITERAL BEST.
      • “They’re pretty good I gue-”
    • Her costume this year can roughly be described as “Look at Me Funny and I Will Hex Your Ass to Oblivion.”
      • She looks hot as hell.
      • Bossuet and Joly tell her this frequently.
    • Also someone at the Faire tried to make a pass at her and oH BOY BAD PLAN.
      • She ripped the guy to shreds.
      • Eponine was cheering her on the whole time (and also yelling some nasty insults at the dude).
      • One of the knights came up to her afterwards and proclaimed her a mighty warrior.
        • “DAMN STRAIGHT.”
  • Bahorel came dressed as a ninja.
    • Also he is a literal ninja.
    • He keeps disappearing and showing up in random places like, oh, I dunno, ON A HORSE AS ONE OF THE DUDES IN THE JOUST BAHOREL WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE.
      • He won???
      • Does he work here?????
      • No one knows????????
    • He tries to fight every single actor with a sword they come across.
      • He brought a katana as his weapon.
      • He was going to bring a real katana, but the others convinced him that if he was going to actually fight people, that was probably a bad plan.
      • So, very realistic plastic katana.
    • Also he lives for the metal smith shops.
      • “Look! At! All! The! Swords!!!”
      • “You’re no getting a sword, Bahorel.”
      • “SAYS YOU.”
  • Who decided it was a good idea to speak fluent Italian at the actors because why not, it’s the Renaissance? You guessed it, Feuilly.
    • He has confused so many actors this way.
    • One of two of them actually knew Italian and started happily chatting back. It was great.
    • Also Feuilly borrowed almost all of his outfit from Bossuet, who was more than happy to share.
      • He’s some kind of Romani-pirate-knight-peasant…something.
      • Whatever he looks cool.
    • Also why does he know so much about swordplay?
      • How???
  • Marius wasn’t going to dress up but Courf actually threatened to sit on him and stuff him into peasant garb if he didn’t.
    • He finally agreed, and ended up wearing a partial plastic suit of armor. He’s a knight.
    • It’s not the most… creative costume? Bossuet gave him a headscarf, he seems happy.
    • Cossette absolutely loves it.
      • She keeps calling him “my knight in shining armor.”
      • Actually they have a whole list of Faire-related nicknames for each other.
      • It’s disgustingly cute.
        • The others tell them this frequently.
    • He cannot do a British accent but he is trYING.
  • Cossette is a motherfucking Disney princess.
    • She is dressed in what appears to be an actual ballgown.
    • And also really sensible shoes, so that’s nice.
    • Grantaire got her to go with the royal procession right by the royalty.
      • Several small children bowed to her.
      • A little girl ran up and asked her if she was a real princess.
      • Marius said yes, she is.
    • She loves all of the different music, especially the belly-dancing.
      • She and Musichetta actually bonded over Tartanic.
      • Her favorite band there is Wine & Alchemy.
    • No but seriously she’s so insistent that they listen to all the music. She’ll wander off from the group and follow it.
      • It’s a problem.
  • Eponine’s outfit is described by Grantaire as “ninja tart gear.”
    • She’s rocking it.
      • Bossuet lent her a bunch of jingly belts.
      • She jangles when she walks.
      • It’s fantastic.
    • She is 100% okay with all the shows Musichetta drags them to.
      • Everyone else is like “should Gavroche be here…?”
      • But then Gavroche looks them in the eye and rattles off like 10 dick jokes with a straight face, just to prove a point.
        • “Control your kid, Ep.”
    • She has some very serious conversations about technique with the actors playing thieves and vagabonds that leave them wondering if perhaps they should locate a phone and call the police.
      • They don’t.
      • She promises not to steal anything.
      • She makes no promises on Gavroche’s behalf.
  • Actually speaking of Gavroche…
    • At the gate when they asked if anyone was considering drinking alcohol he bellowed “HELL YEAH.”
    • He’s dressed up as a pirate.
      • He memorized a bunch of pirate slang specifically for this occasion.
      • (And also for general use.)
    • He and Grantaire have an insult battle consisting entirely of time-period-appropriate insults.
      • Bahorel gets a video of it to cherish later.
      • “R, I will always treasure this video of you getting your ass handed to you by a 10-year-old bent on rivaling Shakespeare.”
    • He is having the time of his life and convinced someone to buy him a chocolate-covered pickle.
      • Why do they sell those.
      • He loved it.
  • In conclusion:
    • I am trash
    • save me
The In-Depth Play-by-play of Our David Duchovny Experience That You Never Asked For, and Didn’t Know You Needed

Written by: Liz @2momsmakearight, and Kris @kateyes224

We really hope you find this an entertaining as we did…because we think we’re hysterical. (It’s long, but worth it)


Liz:  Where to begin? I never thought the story of our collective deaths would revolve around David Duchovny. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, really, given the amount of times I’ve died on Tumblr… See…there’s those hyperbole’s we’ve talked about. “Slay me with a toothpick…”

 Kris: “FLING ME INTO THE SUN."  "FUCK MY ENTIRE ASS” is my personal favorite.

 Liz: Anyway… What time did we wake up again? The ass-crack of dawn? 

 Kris:  Too early.  Especially considering I didn’t sleep whatsoever the night before.

 Liz: No, there was no sleeping… We shared an air mattress, which could be a post entirely of its own, really. There was no sleeping. It was still dark when we left your friend’s house. But THANK GOD you got to shave your legs…

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Dean's Daughter

Request: can you do one with dean’s 15-year.old daughter. she is half scottish and she lived with her mum in scotland but her mum died one hunt so she needs to meet dean and lie with him and sam. and they don’t understnad her because of her scottish accent and different word. soory if it’s to specific.

Request: Love ur blog! Could u do oneshot where dean’s daughter breaks up with her bf and she keeps acting silence n cool about it but dean insists that there’s somethin wrong with her n thats when she breaks down..lots of fluff please

Request: Yeeeey! Monday! I love your writtings! Can you write a oneshot where Reader is Dean’s daughter (like 18 years old) and she goes to a party with Friends and she gets really drunk and when she come home she try to act like she’s sober but it don’t end well (maybe she says something funny) and next day she feels like dying and Dean and Sam makes fun of her and maybe because of her behaviour she cant Hunt for 3 months? Please?

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6.04 - Relics

Another low-flow fashion episode, sorry to say, even though we have a SPECIAL GUEST STAR… but we’ll get to that in a minute.

It starts with a Galaxy Class starship being piloted by a strong black woman.

Hair: luxurious. Eyebrow game: tight. Lip color: matching uniform.

I’m not saying that if the episode had been about her it would have been a little more interesting, but what I AM saying is that if the episode had been about her it would be a LOT more interesting.

Anyway, they stumble upon something called a Dyson sphere. No, it’s not a vacuum cleaner that looks like BB-8. It’s this thing:

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To celebrate Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day, I have decided to, for once, create a rec list of a ton of my favorite sterek fanfictions. These are not all of them of course. I have over 900 bookmarks, okay, and you can find all of those here. But these are ones that have stuck out to me, been read tons of times, and that I truly love. Over two hundred are listed here, so this should keep y’all occupied for a while, lol. It was so many, one post could not contain them all. This is PART II. You can find Part I here

And because I also love and appreciate myself, and I put a lot of hard work into what I write, a few of my own fics may be sprinkled in here as well. ;)

I hope you all enjoy it!

101. Kaleidoscope by Vendelin | Complete | Words: 54,223 | Chapters: 5/5 | Explicit

Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head…

102. And Just Where Have You Been? by countrygirlsfun | Complete | Words: 14,569 | Chapters: 2/2 | Teen And Up Audiences

Derek doesn’t even address the issue until he’s asked, “What’s wrong? I thought you were on patrol.”

Stiles sighs the sigh of the long suffering human who gets sent out in the wee hours of the morning to watch for feral werewolf activity.

“I was. She found me. I ran. And ran into..”

He trails off and flourishes his hands behind him towards his brother.


Stiles’ brother comes back home and he finds out just what’s been happening while he’s been away.

103. [slide] by the_misfortune_teller | Complete | Words: 16,506 | Mature

He’s worked at the movie theater for just over a year now and it’s probably the best job he’s ever had, although that’s not entirely a fair comparison when the only other jobs he’s ever had involved raking leaves for Mrs. Huckabee next door and doing some filing for his dad at the station.

He’s also had a crush on Derek for just over a year, ever since his first day at the theater when their overbearing and probably certifiably insane general manager, Bobby Finstock, had declared he didn’t have time to do Stiles’ induction and had palmed him off on Derek instead because he happened to be walking past the office.

# #

Working at the movie theater alongside his crush is all getting a little too much for Stiles. It’s just as well Scott, and his terrible matchmaking plans, are on hand to help out.

104. something always brings me back to you, it never takes too long by normalcatbehaviour | Complete | Words: 1,747 | Teen And Up Audiences

“Guys,” Kira eventually says. “Don’t all look at once, but your six o’clock, okay. He’s either the most committed stripper in the world or, Stiles, that new deputy you said your dad mentioned finally arrived and looks like he’s probably a model in his spare time.”

In which there’s a new deputy in town, Stiles and Derek are in a long distance relationship, and–wait a second, that voice sounds awfully familiar.

105. just the touch of a hand by scepticallyopenminded | Complete | Words: 8,591 | Teen And Up Audiences

Things – as things often do in Stiles’ life – get a little crazy (a lot crazy) when, a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday, he wakes up to – not a wolf, but an amount of naked flesh, cuddled up to him where Dude fell asleep the night before. Stiles screams, a bit, flopping around and falling out of his bed, getting to his knees to see a naked – Derek Hale, sitting up on his bed, eyes wide. He seems to realize something a second later, because he glances down at himself and squeaks, pulling sheets up around him just as Stiles’ dad opens the door.

106. No Such Things Grow Here by demonicweirdo | Complete | Words: 6,320 | Teen And Up Audiences

The man locked eyes with Derek and grinned, and wow. Derek had to refrain from sprouting daisies all over the fucking counter. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice rough with youth and cockiness. He leaned against the door and gave Derek a once-over. “I heard this place has flowers.”

107. The One With The Scottish Wolf Lord by Stoney | Complete | Locked | Words: 11,758 | Explicit

I just… okay, there was a ridiculous bodice ripper cover with “SCOTTISH WOLF LORD” and I went from there. THE PREMISE IS CRACKY BUT THE STORY IS NOT. *crosses heart*

The Hales are alive and a royal family in Scotland; Stiles is the waif sent to work in the kitchens, elevated to personal attendant/servant to the young Lord Hale. Who happens to be a wolf who can’t shift back. (Not without finding… *spoiler*)

(I just really love romances, can’t stop won’t stop.)

108. Cat Got Your Tongue by sysrae | Complete | Words: 18,243 | Chapters: 6/6 | Explicit

Derek is having a bad day and breaks down on a stranger’s doorstep.

Stiles is the stranger. He really doesn’t mind.
Also, there’s a cat.

109. To Feel Your Heart as It’s Keeping Mine by Vendelin | Complete | Words: 8,563 | Teen And Up Audiences

Stiles and Derek have been dating for four months, when Derek gets in an accident and loses all his memories from the past year and a half. Now, he’s once again the Derek Stiles used to despise, and even worse, Derek thinks that he still hates Stiles’ guts.

110. (not so) Pure Imagination by theroguesgambit | Complete | Words: 33, 185 | Chapters: 11/11 | Explicit

“There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you.”

Stiles knows it’s wrong, but he’s been Fantasizing about Derek and he can’t bring himself to stop. Derek doesn’t know who’s taken an interest in him, but he’s enjoying it way more than he probably should.

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The Vamps Au Meme

This au meme was heavily requested when I came up with the idea and I’ve now finally got round to writing it😊

Blurb - You have been friends with The Vamps for a very long time. However, a game of Truth or Dare takes a unexpected turn when Brad Simpson wants to be more than just friends.

“Truth or dare, Con?”
He cocked an eyebrow and stared at you. He knew you were no good at picking dares, but this time you were a little more prepared. You’d done your research.
You laughed slowly, smirking at the Scottish boy sat across the circle from you.
“I dare you to take your pants off and run all the way down the street.” You said as Connor opened his mouth in shock. “And back.”
Never one to shy away from a dare, Connor left the circle as you all followed, snickering. He opened your front door, sighing and left his pants behind, sprinting down the street as fast as he could. This was pretty usual, to be fair.

You’d been best friends with all of The Vamps ever since they began rehearsing in your next door neighbour’s garden two years ago. Back then, you didn’t even know of the boy next door, Brad Simpson, or his friends, Tristan Evans and James Mcvey. But soon enough, you four were hanging out 24/7, or as close to that as you could get. When Connor Ball joined the band, he fitted in straight away and became your best friend too.

“Connor!” Brad shouted, laughing when Connor came back into the house, pants back on his body.
“Well in, buddy.” Tristan clapped him on the back and you all headed back to the living room, into your circle.
“Drink! Drink! Drink!” Connor chanted. That was the thing with The Vamps. There was always a twist. So James poured you four shots and you all downed them while Connor cheered. You were pretty hammered, to be honest.
“Truth or dare, James?” Tristan asked. They both exchanged a glance with each other and then with Connor.
“Dare.” James responded.
“Fine,” Tristan smirked. “I dare you to kiss Y/N.”
There was a moment of shock, from you and then from Brad. The boys chuckled.
“Alright.” James said, leaning in towards you.
“Woah, woah. You guys want me to kiss James? Are you fucking kidding me?” You hissed, trying to laugh it off but pulling away at the same time.
“Yeah guys, come on.” Brad pleaded, only receiving smirks.
“Got a problem?” Tristan mocked, lifting an eyebrow. Brad sighed, defeated.
“Y/N doesn’t want to do it, that’s all.” He said.
“She can take a shot then.” Connor fired back. You were not prepared to take another drink. You were drunk enough.
“Urgh, fine.” You groaned and James leaned in towards you. His lips met yours and the shock passed quickly, his hand cupping your cheek and another on the back of your neck. You didn’t enjoy it. But you could certainly kiss worse people and that’s what kept you there.
“Fuck this.” Brad grunted. You and James broke apart and turned to see Brad slamming the living room door. The boys laughed towards each other, but you were utterly confused and worried all at once. You pulled away from James and leapt to your feet, heading for the door.
“Brad? Brad, wait!” You shouted. Connor grabbed your wrist, looking you dead in the eyes.
“Leave him.” He told you.
“What? Why?” You asked.
“Because he won’t tell you the reason.” James smirked, wiping your lip gloss off his mouth. You almost lunged at him, but you knew it was only banter. Plus Connor still had hold of you.
“What reason? What are you guys talking about?” You asked, nervous because Brad was somewhere upset.
“You’re so blind.” Tristan muttered.
“Just tell me!” You shouted, on the verge of snapping Connor’s hand and pinning them all against a wall. “Please.”
“Brad likes you. Like really likes you. He won’t stop going on about you,” Connor explained gently, running patterns over your palm. “You’re his world.”
“But…but he’s my…he’s…” The words defeated you and you gave up, running out of the room in search of Brad. You checked upstairs, the kitchen, the basement but he was nowhere to be found. You left the house and looked up and down the street and saw him, head down, thumbs in pockets, kicking stones on the pavement. You tore after him, full sprint, desperate to reach him.
“Brad!” You shouted. He turned then continued to walk away. “Brad! Please wait, Brad!”
You caught up to him and stood right in front of him, blocking his way.
“They told you didn’t they?” Brad mumbled, sinking down to sit on the kerb.
“Course they did,” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood and then defeatedly sat down next to him. “Why did you walk off like that?”
“I don’t know.” He muttered.
“Yes you do. I’ve known you for too long to know when you’re lying.” You said, nudging him with your shoulder.
“I guess I just wished that you would kiss me like you kissed James.” He mumbled. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his and he looked up as you did it.
“You could have just told me that.” You smiled gently. Brad leaned in, ever so slightly, and you followed, looking into his eyes and squeezing his hand carefully.
“And why would I do that?” Brad smirked, your lips so close now you could feel his breath against your lips.
“Because I would have kissed you instead.” Your lips touched as you spoke and they met fully as you finished, moving gently with each other, your free hand running through Brad’s hair.
“Does this mean you’ll go out with me?” Brad asked.
“Of course it does, you shit.” You laughed and Brad pulled you back into another kiss. You in no way knew when the feelings crossed over you, but all you knew was that you wanted to stay here, kissing the Brad Simpson, forever. And that wasn’t a bad thing.

I wasn’t considering a part 2, but I’d really like to do one. I still have to finish writing the deleted request which is really fucking annoying, but idk?
I love you guys 😘

Loft ‘89 Experience (Glasgow 23/6/15)

This is the story of how I died, but don’t worry, this is actually a fun story!!!!!
(gold star for anyone who gets that reference)

This is a post I feel like I’ve never even considered making, because idea  of meeting Taylor was always a bit far fetched and my hopes were pretty low, and yet here I am!
Last night, every hope and dream I’ve had for as long as I can remember came true - I got to meet Taylor Swift with my best friends, Niamh (oohmymymyy) and Julia (screaminggcolourr). Not only that, but we got to meet Andrea again, which is something I have been dreaming and thinking about every day since our Red Tour date. The whole day was unreal.
We arrived at the Hydro around 4pm with out dinner in hand, and when we were finished we met up with a few of the other girls from thescotlandsquadand managed to get pretty close to the doors - which helped us reach the taylornation booth very quickly. There we had a chat and we had some photos taken and they asked us where our seats were, which I’m sure is the standard procedure for people at the booth.
After we got our merch, we ran upstairs and through our doors to our seats - we hadn’t realised before, but the seats were perfect. We were directly behind a glass panel, and because of a set of stairs there was no one in front of us. One of the Hydro security men helped and supported us throughout the night, like our own little cheerleader - he said ‘is it christmas???’ when he first saw us with all our fairy lights on, and although originally warning us that if very few other people were standing then we’d have to sit down, he revoked that rule fairly quickly. He allowed us to drape our signs over the glass panel and even the girl beside us helped out by hooking the lights of the sign over the corner of the glass to help it stay up.
A lot of people have been asking exactly what it was that got us in - our tumblr post, the taylorconcerts snapchat, or just our outfits in general, and I couldn’t tell you. However, I think it had to do with how bright our lights were and that we were going HARD for the entire concert to the point where we were disgustingly sweaty and had a dry mouth and no voice. I’m surprised one of us didn’t fall over the glass! Every little bit of energy I had stored up since I got the tickets was used up in that couple of hours. I can’t believe how amazing the show was, it was beautifully put together and you can tell how much effort Taylor put into not only incorporating her own style into the design, but also making sure fans had their input.
Just before All You Had To Do Was Stay, when we were just generally lost in the lyrics and our own out of time dance moves, we all at once spotted Andrea and some of Taylor’s team walking up the stairs and directly towards us with big beaming smiles on their faces. Just the sight of Andrea was enough to cause me to burst into FLOODS of tears. She came us to us and started talking, and actually asked the question ‘have you guys met Taylor before?’
This is a question that I had sat and thought about for so long. This one moment, a staple part of anyone’s loft 89 experience, gave me the most euphoric, amazing, crying-on-the-floor type emotion that, in all honesty, will be hard to replicate again. Of course, we all very frantically screamed NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. while looking dead into her eyes so she knew we were being honest, Julia even said ‘NO BUT WE’VE MET YOU BEFORE’. She then jokingly said ‘well you wouldn’t lie to a mum now would you?’ and we were even more frantically like NONONONONONONONONOONO, and she then began to talk about us getting into Loft 89, while a girl very quickly strapped on our orange wristbands and handed us a yellow loft 89 slip that told us to meet in section 58 immediately after the show. Just like that, they were gone in the blink of an eye, adding to our sheer disbelief.
We were all in the biggest streams of tears, near hyperventilating and screaming at each other - it was beyond belief, and something that I hadn’t truly imagined before the show. I was and still am at a complete loss for words. The entire experience seems like a dream, or like there is a big cloud in my memory, despite all efforts to keep my feet on the ground (metaphorically speaking - my feet were about a mile high while jumping and dancing about). It all very quickly became EXTREMELY surreal - to the point where we were just laughing at each other in disbelief. As if we were back in our bedrooms and laughing about all the funny questions we would ask Taylor if we ever met her.
Soon the show came to an end, and unlike the past feelings of sadness that the show was done and we would have to wait another 2-3 years for a show - we were just extremely happy and excited, the best was still to come!
We very quickly drunk the remainder of our water, carefully forced our signs into our bags, put our capes back on (a staple part of our Taylor Swift Defense Squad outfits) and once again talked to the security man, who was kind enough to help and direct us to section 58 - where we were then asked for our wristbands and our little slip of paper. Then, we were led backstage by a group of the Hydro’s team, to the back of the queue for loft 89!

The rules were explained to us quickly;
1. No videos were to be taken, but you can take all the photos you want!
2. When Taylor comes in, all phones and cameras etc were to be put away and not brought out again until instructed. If you were caught with your phone out while Taylor was in the room (unauthorised) then you would be removed from the Loft.
3. Only one photo was to be taken per group. You couldn’t ask Taylor to call a friend, or take a selfie, or make a vine etc. Each person in the group (including parents) could have 1 thing signed.
4. Do not crowd Taylor. You have to wait for her to come to you.

There were only 20 or so people in the Loft, which I was seriously surprised at. The idea of being one of the 20 people picked out of a crowd of 12000 is entirely beyond me.
We walked in and went straight to the cute little white couches, where we met gotfoundinwonderland and her sister Jennifer! We talked for ages about how we all got picked and where we were sitting and stuff, then about how crazy meeting in this situation was. Starving after the concert, we went over to get something to eat and drink. I got a coke and a cookie (WHICH WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!) and I think the others also got some pizza. Then we got to meet incrediblethings1989 and I told her how I LOVED her outfit and that I’d saw her post on tumblr and that she was actually the little icon on the 1989 Tour Glasgow hashtag, we also talked about Scotland and how amazing it was that she came over from Dublin before going back to the couch to get settled before Taylor came in.
It wasn’t long before her dancers came over, and we were just completely speechless - they asked us if we enjoyed the show and we were like YES IT WAS AMAZING AND SO WERE YOU AND WE CAN’T BELIEVE WE’RE ACTUALLY BACK HERE. The conversation was shorter than I would have liked and they must have thought we were really shy but we were at a general loss for words - everything that I’ve ever imagined I’d say to any part of Taylor’s team totally vanished from my mind.
Just then, we were told to put our phones away, and despite promising myself I wouldn’t shriek - I did a little bit. Taylor walked into the room and was like HEEEY GUUUYS!!!!! literally just in the way you would imagine. We began to talk to Jennifer and Lisa again, about how weird it was that she was right there - we were all in a state of shock.
I turned to Julia and Niamh and we all checked whether we had stuff in our teeth or something and we all quickly ate a tic tac just in case our breath smelled funny, and after only a couple of groups, Taylor walked over to us.
She was like HEY GIRLS and we were like HEEEY SMANDKJLSCNDSUIBWE, she asked us our names and repeated them after us, we explained our Taylor Swift Defence Squad outfits and she was like ‘YEAH WELL I NEED THAT BECAUSE YOU KNOW PEOPLE ARE LIKE *rolls eyes*’. Then she asked if we had anything we wanted her to sign, and we said YEEESSSS and Julia asked her to sign the loft 89 pass for her, Niamh asked her to sign her guestbook (which is a long story but Taylor appeared to LOVE it), and then I asked her if she could sign the last page of the tour book for me. I almost automatically knew something was up when she hesitated slightly, and asked me my name was just spelled in the normal way - I said yes, but I wish I’d added in ‘like L-U-C-Y’ or something just to save her any possible embarrassment. She went on to write ‘I *heart* Kate’ and I bit my lip and she asked me if that was right/ok and I just went ‘sorry, no my name is Lucy’ and she was like SHIIIIT and I frantically tried to make things easier and I was like NONONONONONONONONOONOO THATS OK DONT WORRY I’LL JUST LEGALLY CHANGE MY NAME TO KATE and she went ‘wait, so your name is Kate?’ and all 3 of us were like NOOOOOOOOO IM SORRY
She then did the CUTEST thing and turned where she wrote Kate into a cloud, and drew a little sun and little raindrops and labelled them all - and I don’t think she heard, but in that moment my head cleared up and my heart swelled 10 sizes, and I was able to say ‘walking through rainstorms makes you clean’. A quote that has never meant so much to me until that moment. Taylor apologised again, and mentioned about the time that she called colldasyouAmanda, and that her real name is Lucy too.
After we took our picture, I also had the chance to give her my letter, and a little book of Glaswegian phrases (called ‘Ra Wee Book a Glesca Banter’) and a little pin with both the American and Scottish flag on it. She laughed at the book and read out the title in a Scottish accent and it was so funny, I never in a million years thought that she’d actually receive any of it and I’m so glad she did. My biggest regret is not telling her about my tumblr, or thanking her in person for following me - but in that moment, I didn’t want to tell her about it. I really don’t know why, but I just didn’t. Just as Taylor was about to walk away, Julia thanked her for using her voice for good, and she said that it was so sweet of her to say. She thanked us for coming, and then danced off to the next group. It’s so hard to think of Taylor as the world’s 6th greatest leader when she is standing right in front of you, not as the person on the front of a magazine, not as someone who sells out stadiums world wide in seconds, not as a girl who has her face blown up onto HUGE billboards - but as a real life person who lives and breathes on the love she receives from others.
If I could give anyone a tip about meeting Taylor and/or getting into Loft 89 - don’t try to think up all the questions you want to ask her beforehand, because trust me, you will forget. I still don’t know whether she has tried irn bru or not, or what her favourite episode of friends is - but that still didn’t stop me from having the best night of my whole life.

taylorswift Thank you so much for everything you do for your fans. Thank you for giving me this opportunity, thank you for everything you do for your fans and for always being so genuine and lovely to everyone you meet. You are so wonderfully down to earth and easy to talk to, you appeared so grateful for everyone and everything that has happened to you and I think you are amazing. You are my sunshine, my light in the dark, and you are my role model. I want to channel you in everything I do, whether that is in the way I treat people, in how I think in terms of solving problems, and in terms of using what I have for good. Thank you so much for everything that you are, and everything that you do. Thank you for introducing me to so many wonderful and beautiful people. Thank you for changing the lives of so many people. Thank you on behalf of that person who went to your show alone and used those two hours as an escape from their everyday lives. Thank you for giving me a space where I could quite comfortably SCREAM and dance as wildly as I want to my favourite songs. Thank you for making me feel so warm and happy when I finally met you, and I’m sorry I never got to thank you for all of what I just listed.

Thank you to everyone in Taylor’s team who make these experiences happen, and for treating us so well. Everyone that we met - the people at Taylor Nation, the people that set up and assisted with the Loft, and even the people who work the the Hydro - was so kind and supportive of us. We were even told that we should be given a ‘gold star for effort’ by someone we met while running up to our seats.

I’d also like to thank Andrea, for once again granting me one of the best nights of my entire life. It’s hard to explain how much it means to meet Andrea again, I never thought I would, but I had been thinking and reaming of it everyday since the red tour - in the same way I had been dreaming of meeting Taylor. Andrea means the absolute world to me, which sounds ridiculous, but she upgraded our seats at the red tour, and that boosted my confidence SO. MUCH. I have everything to thank her for, and in ways, meeting her seemed so much more real. It’s a really hard thing to explain, but she makes my heart smile, and I look up to her in the same way as Taylor, and she reminds me so much of my own mum. I aspire to grow up with the same strength and success as my mum, Taylor Swift, and Andrea Swift. That’s why she means so much to me. She is a role model in herself - and the fact that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting her twice makes me the luckiest girl in the world.
God bless Andrea Swift.

The 23rd of June 2015 was the best day of my life. Thank you to every single person involved. :)

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Belle is Neal's best friend from college. One night after visiting him and his father she wakes up next to Gold after the best sex of her life.

Dutch Courage

“The worst part is when you get The Fear,” Ruby explained. Belle nodded sagely, trying desperately to impress the older girl in front of her. First year of college, virginal and bookish, Belle couldn’t imagine why Ruby Lucas, of all glamorous, beautiful people had decided to take her under her wing, and out for a drink at the campus bar.

“What’s that?” she asked, when Ruby didn’t elaborate.

“That feeling when you wake up, and you have no idea what you drank, where you are, or who you’re in bed with,” Ruby smiled, and took a sip of her cocktail. “And you panic, because for just a hot second you can’t tell if you’ve ruined your life.”

Belle had never really known what Ruby was talking about that night. Soon after she had met Greg, and after Greg came Ariel, and after Ariel came Will. All calm, happy, steady relationships: no risk, no Fear. Belle rarely drank more than three glasses of wine in the evening, and had certainly never woken up anywhere she didn’t recognise.

That was until this morning. Now, Belle knew exactly what Ruby had meant by ‘The Fear’. She had no idea where she was, how she’d gotten there, or whether whatever she’d done was going to ruin her life. She squeezed her eyes shut. For a moment, she was certain there was something she didn’t want to remember, and whatever it was she fought back.

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Elizabeth Henstridge Sydney 2015 Q&A Part 1

I was at Supanova (a con in Sydney, Australia) over the weekend and Elizabeth Henstridge did a Q&A! I’ve transcribed the first half of it here to the best of my ability, I have paraphrased questions for brevity, and guessed at a word here and there, because the record quality was pretty poor. But here it is! I hope to have time in the next day or so to transcribe the second half and will post it as soon as I do. (I have the original recording and if you’d like a copy, drop me a message, it’s terrible quality but if you play with the EQ you can make out most of it.)

Q: (from the MC, leading in from a brief introduction about her character and her relationship with Fitz) … And there’s this sense between them of this love that just… Doesn’t work

or DOES it? I ship them SO hard. Iain doesn’t. He said it’s because he doesn’t want to kiss me. He’s told me that.

MC - is he drunk?

well he is Scottish…<laughter> But Chloe and I are really pushing hard for Fitzsimmons.

Q: What did the final scene of season 3 entail (to shoot)?

Mostly embarrassment because the way we did it was I had to be on almost like a skateboard, and I had to launch myself onto it, on my belly, and then someone had to pull me back very quickly. And doing scenes like that, you just feel like an idiot. But you have to take it very seriously but there’s all these people just staring at you getting dragged on this skateboard which you tried to jump onto. So it’s not that it took very long, but I’m very grateful that the CGI was so strong because it did not look cool when we filmed it.

Q: What do you think will happen to Simmons (in season 3)

Well, I can’t give it away, because they don’t tell us anything, not a bad thing. I’m worried that I would sleep talk and walk up to people on the street and just talk about it. But we had so many theories on set. I kind of like the idea that it’s a time machine and she goes back in time and goes to a time when Fitz doesn’t know her, and nobody knows who she is. Or she turns invisible, and she’s there but no one knows. Or maybe she, you know, goes to Asgard… Or that she gets mega fighting skills. That would be fun. Although as an actor not as fun because they take so many hours to film.

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