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Dear I‘m Alive Volunteers

Dear I’m Alive,

Can we talk for a minute about your presence at the Supernatural Seattle convention? When I first heard the idea of I’m Alive volunteers being at the convention, I was apprehensive. It was presented in the light that the volunteers would be gatekeepers to the cast members. I heard we weren’t allowed to cry or get upset before seeing cast members. If we did, we’d be ejected by volunteers until we got our act together. Looking back on it, I don’t know how that idea even was thought up. Safe to say, though, I was pensive.

My first photo op was with Rob and Rich. If I was nervous, the young lady a few spaces behind me was wrecked. She could not have been more than twelve years old and was shaking like a chihuahua. Ahead, I spotted a bright blue shirt and called out to the person wearing it.

“Hey, I’m Alive!” I yelled.

“I think her name is Elena,” the girl in front of me said.

“Hey, Elena!” I tried again.

This time, she heard me and immediately came to see what was going on.

I gestured to the anxious young woman near me and said “I think my young friend here is a little overwhelmed.”

Immediately, Elena sprang into action. She tossed an arm around the young lady’s shoulder and said “Hi! Are you excited? This is so cool! What pose are you thinking of doing?”

Just like that, they were off and running. I became focused on my own upcoming op, but could tell that the girl behind me became noticeably more steady having Elena to talk to.

On a personal level, I have anxiety and an irrational fear of Jared Padalecki. I went into my photo op with him with several friends. Their presence couldn’t calm me down. I kept trying to do grounding exercise, but I couldn’t focus. As such, I was getting more and more angry that I couldn’t get my act together. An I’m Alive volunteer came right up to me.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

I let loose a string of expletives that could make a Navy Seal blush. The volunteer took it all as a matter of course. As I rearranged my friends and encouraged (read: Shoved them) to go in front of me, my volunteer stuck to me like glue.

When I reached the front of the queue, she gently asked “Do you want to sit for a second until you’re ready?”

I nodded and stepped aside to let my friends get their pictures. As my final friend got her picture, I stepped forward and announced I was ready.

“Are you sure? You can still wait.” the volunteer offered.

“If I don’t f***ing do it now, I’m not doing it at all.” I replied.

“Okay!” she responded and we turned around…just in time to see my friend having her picture taken. Jared had a grip on her hair at the back of her head and was pushing her hair out of her face.

My volunteer chuckled and said “…awkward…”

I just barely survived my photo op and ran away like a scared child once it was over. At the end of the convention, though, my volunteer sought me out. She told me how proud she was of me that I made it through the op and fulfilled my personal promise to look Jared in the eyes.

All weekend long whenever anyone looked even a little uncomfortable, I saw a blue shirt headed their way ready to make it just a little bit easier. I’m Alive volunteers really reinforced the idea of “you are not alone.” They were kind, courteous, and respectful. They were a force of overwhelming love and support in a chaotic environment.

To anyone who is concerned about your emotions being managed and judged at the con by I’m Alive volunteers, please don’t worry. These volunteers know you’re struggling, but they see greatness inside of you. They know you can overcome what’s plaguing you in the moment and they’re there to help you. If you go to a con and you need someone to lean on, even for just a moment, look for the blue shirts. They have your back.

To all of the volunteers who came out to help us in Seattle, thank you so much. You are so loved and so valued. Thank you for being part of our family.

anonymous asked:

Okay so I'm not sure if you've played Fire Emblem Heroes (New iPhone + Android app), but I was wondering if you could do a Fem Robin x Lon'qu where Lon'qu gets summoned, but he needs to get back to Robin ASAP so he starts freaking out. Something along those lines. P.S Love your work! It's practically mine and my friends bible!

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“I have a good feeling about this one.” Alfonse said with a smile, handing the orb to Kiran. The summoner took the red little thing, preparing to summon their next warrior. “We’ll need more offensive support for the next battle, according to Anna. I’ll bet this one will give us just what we need.”

The orb was placed, and Kiran prepared the summons. In a brilliant flash of light, the orb exploded, and out of nowhere, a man appeared in its place.

A man who looked incredibly disheveled, his hands filled with herbs, and a murderous expression that made both the prince and the summoner feel he wasn’t exactly friendly.

“What…the hell did you do?” Was the first thing out of the man’s mouth, his sword nearly drawn. Alfonse took a tentative step back, readying his own blade.

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Meet Cute

Author: SaffreeLove

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of thigh riding

Word Count: 906

Tagging @emilyevanston who is super awesome and gave me a great confidence boost that led to me actually publishing this and not leaving it on my drive for another few months.

You loved your local Comic Con. Four full days of letting your geek flag fly. Sitting in a huge conference hall with a thousand other fans dying over a new movie trailer or cast interviews.
Since you were a huge geek for Marvel and in particular the Winter Soldier, you were naturally rocking your Winter Soldier gear.

After an awesome day of panels and people watching you head back to your hotel. While waiting for the elevator to ascend from the lower lobby, you started checking your phone for tumblr and Instagram updates.

When the door opened, you stepped into the elevator, glancing up as you did. Somehow, your feet kept moving even though your breathing had come to a stuttering halt. With a small gasp, your head snapped forward to face the now closing doors. You stood there for about 20 seconds with the elevator not moving.

“Um, what floor did you need?”

Unable to speak in anything but squeaks, you leaned forward with a shaky hand to push the button for the 23rd floor. You could feel your heart attempting to beat its way out of your chest while a small tear threatened to leak out of the corner of your eye.

Sebastian Stan was standing in the elevator with you. Right there. Breathing the same air. And…….there was no way you were going to speak to him. This was something you had always promised yourself. This was his off time. He wasn’t working in this elevator. At a panel? Sure. At the meeting and greet? Of course. At the photo ops? Natch. But here on an elevator, when he’s likely heading back to his room after a long day of fan interactions? No fucking way. You were just going to have to hold on to your principles and cry later in your room about the amazing way he smelled. Oh shit, he really smelled good.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Yup, that’s it. Your mind couldn’t take it. It had cracked. You’re now hallucinating Seb talking to you.

“Hey, look. I’m pretty sure you know who I am. How about a picture? Or I could sign something? Would that make you feel better?”

Oh, and now you’ve died. That was the only explanation. Great. Your parents were going to be devastated. Your head turned slightly toward him. His whole body was angled at you with a look of sincere concern on his face. Holy shit. He had actually been talking to you. That hadn’t been your overactive imagination constructing some elaborate hallucination.

Finally coming to your senses, you shook your head and whispered, “No,” while your inner bitch cursed yourself out in three languages.

“Really? You sure? Cause I’m pretty sure that’s a Winter Soldier hoodie you’re wearing and I am, in fact, said Winter Soldier.”

Blushing, you shake your head again, take a steadying breath, and fully turn to look at him.

“You’re off the clock. I would never ask for that while you’re just going about trying to live your life. You are probably tired as shit after today and just want to fall into your hotel room. Not get accosted by overexcited fans.”

“Wow. I’ve never had anyone reject me quite like that before,” he said. Being so freaked out, you completely missed his smirk indicating he was teasing.

“What?!” you practically shouted. “Oh no, please don’t think I’m rejecting you! Believe me, I wouldn’t kick you outta bed for eating crackers. I mean, you’re you. You’re goofy and dorky and hot as fucking sin with those abs and chest and shoulders and thighs that are perfect for riding and face that just begs for kisses.”

You freeze when you realize what word vomit had just gushed out of your mouth. Even more heat flooded your face and neck.

“Ohmigod. I can’t believe I went there. I actually took it that direction. That’s not what you meant. Oh shit. Look, I’m just gonna be over here in the corner sinking into a shame spiral. Feel free to fully ignore me until we get to your floor, or any floor, if you need to escape the incredibly uncomfortable situation I’ve just created.”

Turning to the corner, you lightly thunk your head against the elevator wall. How could you have done this? The one person you had sworn to never make uncomfortable, you just accidentally insulted and then rambled about riding his thigh. Your chest ached when you realized that you were going to have to abandon your plan of going to his photo op tomorrow. No way could you show up there now. He obviously hates you and will be telling security to watch out for the crazy Winter Soldier fan.

Suddenly, you notice that Seb is laughing. You turn your head to look at him. He has the biggest grin on his face and maybe a touch of interest in his eyes.

“Are you doing anything right now? If not, wanna join me for some dinner?”


“Dinner. You hungry?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, how about it?”

“But, I’m a fan. Shouldn’t you be worried about, I don’t know stalkers or something like that?”

“Well, judging from that little rant about me being off the clock I’d say you are probably that safest fan I could possibly be with, ever. So, dinner?”

“Umm, yes? How is that even a question?”

With that, the elevator doors opened you stepped out together.

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anonymous asked:

i love your blog and we share pretty much all of the same fandoms, so i was wondering if you had any fic recs? for skam, the raven cycle, all for the game, black sails, the 100, shades of magic, harry potter, percy jackson, captive prince and shadowhunters, thank you.

oh my god, thank you??? you’re so lovely and polite, anon. i have TONS of fic recs for all of the above (except shades of magic and shadowhunters…i have one for both) so i like, apologise for the amount of fics you’re going to receive. you could check out my fic rec tag instead…there’s a lot in this list. i’m incapable of choosing between things, but i tried to narrow it down? i’m sure there are plenty of more amazing fics, but these are my absolute favourites. (IT’S A LOT.)

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Set after that QuiObiAni thing I wrote. Someone on AO3 requested a fight with Ventress and I thought that might be cool. :D

“Look at you, Kenobi,” Ventress said, her voice a mere hiss. “You’ve become so weak.”

Obi-Wan coughed, carefully hiding the blood left on his hand, and gripped his saber tightly. “And yet you’ve not yet beaten me,” he said lightly. “I’d say you’re insulting yourself just as much me, Ventress.”

Ventress sneered, her lips quirking up in a humorless smile. “Perhaps I am only playing with you before I kill you.” Swinging her sabers so that they cross over each other in an arch, she dashed towards Obi-Wan. Skipping backwards, Obi-Wan dodged her first swing and caught her second with his saber, the blue and red lights crackling as they clashed with each other. Using his greater upper body strength, Obi-Wan pushed her back and and darted backwards to dodge her third swing.

Despite antagonizing her, Obi-Wan was very much at the end of his rope. Ventress had landed some powerful blows against him and Obi-Wan could feel blood oozing down his back, soaking into his tunics. This was suppose to be a relatively simple mission. That’s what I get for assuming anything, he thought wryly.

Ventress strolled forward, insultingly casual. “Today you die, Master Jedi,” she said, bringing her sabers up over her head. As she did so, Obi-Wan jerked his hand forward, using the Force to throw her backwards. She screamed, equal parts surprise and rage, before getting back to her feet. She ran for him and brought both of her sabers down; Obi-Wan brought his up and to meet hers and it became a battle of wills.

“Give up, it’s over!” she hissed. Obi-Wan went to one knee, the strength of her two lightsabers overpowering his one. He could see the triumph in her eyes and he could only hope that his death would be quick and then-

She was off him, dangling in the air, her lightsabers falling to the ground as she struggled against an invisible grip. Obi-Wan blinked and looked past her to two tall figures walking closer.

Qui-Gon had one hand up, his face carefully blank although even from that distance Obi-Wan could see pleasure in his eyes as he slowly choked Ventress out. Beside him, Anakin smiled sharply.

“Wh…what are you doing?” Ventress gasped out. “You’re betraying-”

“No one,” Qui-Gon said. “We’ve not pledged allegiance to anyone, Ventress.”

Anakin’s drew his saber and fire it up. The red glow reflected in his Sith eyes and his smile widened. “In fact, we’re here to send a little message to your master.”

Ventress kicked her legs out frantically, before swinging one hand out to Force push Obi-Wan, sending him crashing against an outcropping of rocks. This unexpected move had Qui-Gon weakened Qui-Gon’s will and Ventress escaped his Force grip, quickly recovering to hope backwards, quick as a grasshopper, her sabers up in a defensive stance.

“Consider your message received,” she said hoarsely.

“Not quite,” Qui-Gon said, smiling. It wasn’t friendly. “You’ll die for this, Ventress.”

“Not this day,” she said, stepping backwards. She reached behind her back and threw a smoke bomb at them. When it cleared, she was gone.

Obi-Wan got to his feet, leaning against the rocks heavily. He wasn’t sure if his situation got better or worse, but as Anakin rushed over to him, he drew his lightsaber. “Stay back,” he said lightly.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” Anakin said, brow furrowing as his concern was replaced with anger.

“I’m sure I’ll be right as rain once I get back to the healers,” Obi-Wan said.

“That’s too far away,” Anakin said. “When we’re right here.”

The way he said we made Obi-Wan turn his attention to Qui-Gon, who’d managed to come so much closer than Obi-Wan wanted. “Get back,” Obi-Wan said, voice trembling a bit. From blood loss, he told himself, just from blood loss. Qui-Gon stepped even closer, apparently unconcerned about the lightsaber gripped in Obi-Wan’s trembling hand.

“Be reasonable, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said, smiling softly. “We only want to help you.”

“That’s not the only thing you want,” Obi-Wan said and for a moment Qui-Gon’s expression shifted and he became a hungry thing, his smile widening and eyes narrowing. But it was just for a moment and he reached out and gently grasped Obi-Wan’s wrist, carefully powering down the saber. When he made to take it from him, though, Obi-Wan jerked backwards and his vision swam.

“Don’t take it,” he said and it was both a demand and a plea.

Anakin was suddenly by his side, one hand creeping across his back. “He’s losing a lot of blood, Master,” and the concern in his voice was so sincere that Obi-Wan couldn’t stop from leaning against him. Anakin took his weight and then some, lifting him up as if he weren’t a grown man, as if they didn’t weigh nearly the same amount.

Obi-Wan’s grip on his lightsaber loosened and Qui-Gon gently took the weapon from him, tucking it into his robes. “I’ll keep it safe for you,” he said, brushing Obi-Wan’s hair off his forehead. There was satisfaction plain on his face, a satisfaction that Anakin’s expression shared.

“Please…” Obi-Wan said but he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. The darkness of the unconscious was calling to him and though he fought it, he still slumped backwards, head tilting back as he hung limply in Anakin’s arms.



Two more chapters to go before it’s over!

Betaed by the inimitable, incredible Sarielle who was honestly the biggest reason this chapter exists. I can’t thank them enough.


Are any of you going to the Farewell to the Falls exhibition at Gallery Nucleus? I’m going on August 6th, and I don’t know if I’ll be going with any IRL friends, so I would love to meet up with any other GF fans there. PLEASE HMU.))

Summary: Thirty years ago, Stanley Pines made a deal. Now, in the wake of Bill’s defeat and his brother’s disappearance, Ford begins to unravel Stan’s dark secrets. Neverhuman AU by @notllorstel 

Gravity Falls, 1982

They sat quietly, arms around their knees, back against the wall, their mind completely blank. Out of the corner of their eyes, the television sprouted several spindly legs and began to lurch toward the door in slow, excruciating movements. They watched it go.

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starfi-re  asked:

idk if you still wanted to do the pjo prompts, but i'm bored as hell and want to read some as. god it was so hard to pick just one! but #2 plz?

this kind of got away from me and i landed up writing a lot… but here you go! percabeth soulmate au ft. jasiper & kind of stucky (at comic-con) :)

Percy was not exactly prepared for Comic-Con. For one thing, he’d been going for the past seven years – yeah, seven – and this had caused a little bit of carelessness when it came to putting on a costume since he’d almost given up the idea of ever finding his soulmate at one of the conventions.

Seriously. This is what happens when the words tattooed onto your wrist are Captain America.

As a kid, Percy had been one hundred percent sure that the blond comic character would one day show up on his doorstep. Percy would say What’s your name?, his soulmate would reply, and they’d skip off into the sunset – or something.

It didn’t help that once he discovered Captain America wasn’t actually real, he was determined to learn as much as he could about the superhero’s fictional life. This involved several trips to parts of Brooklyn, as well as walking around shady alleyways on the lookout for scrawny Steve Rogers impersonators.

No such luck. The bright idea of a comic convention had occurred to him when his friend Nico had mentioned something about Hogwarts and Marvel in the same sentence – if Nico could meet his Harry Potter obsessed soulmate at Comic-Con, why couldn’t Percy?

“Hey, you ready?” Jason, Percy’s favourite cousin, stuck his head around the door into Percy’s room. The pair of them shared an apartment and Jason was as enthusiastic at the prospect of Percy finding his soulmate as Percy himself was – probably because he had met his girlfriend Piper just a month before in a supermarket.

“Can’t find my Bucky arm,” Percy muttered whilst rummaging through his closet.

Jason stepped into the room, looking like he’d just come off the set for a Superman movie featuring a blond Clark Kent. Piper trailed behind him in a Wonder Woman costume.

“I swear you had it earlier?” Piper asked, “You tried it on for me like last week or something…”

Percy sighed and peered once more behind his cupboards before flopping forwards onto his bed. He looked upside-down at Piper and Jason before glancing at the floor –

“There it is!” A metal arm was glimmering under his bed, and he grabbed it, “Cool, I’m ready to go.”

As he left the room with Jason and Piper, he could only hope that there wouldn’t be as many Captain Americas this year as there were the year before.

“Welcome to Comic-Con. Can I see your ticket?”

Annabeth passed the girl at the entrance her ticket and smiled at her briefly before going into the convention. The benefit of going on a Friday was that it was a hell of a lot less packed than it was on Saturdays – at least, that was what all the online guides and reviews had said.

Annabeth had never been to a comic convention herself (she’d always been more of a book signings kind of girl) but Piper had insisted that this was the best time for her to meet Jason, her new-found soulmate.

As happy as Annabeth was for her best friend, she couldn’t help but be a little jealous that Piper had found someone literally made for her, whilst Annabeth was still waiting around for her soulmate to make an appearance.

She craned her neck above the gathering crowds, attempting to find a Wonder Woman that looked like Piper. Finally, she spotted her at a stall selling spring rolls – she thought it was maybe a little early to be eating them, but then again her stomach started to rumble at the smell – and weaved her way towards her.


Piper turned, her skirt swishing around her thighs, and beamed in Annabeth’s general direction, “There you are! This is Jason –“ She gestured to the blond Superman beside her. Piper had gone on and on and on about Jason’s piercing blue eyes, blond hair and the little scar on his upper lip for so long that now that Annabeth was finally meeting the guy, she felt like she’d known him for as long as Piper had.

Annabeth grinned, “Finally. I’ve heard so much about you, I think Piper already loves you more than me –“ She was cut off by an elbow to the waist, courtesy of her friend.

“Shut up,” Piper said, but she was smiling in spite of her blush. “This is Percy, Jason’s cousin.”

Annabeth’s attention swivelled to the man half-hidden behind Jason’s broad form. She had barely noticed he was there on account of the fact that he was shovelling spring rolls down his throat, but now that she looked at him properly, she recognised the metal arm he was wearing and the symbols attached to his shirt.

She didn’t say anything, but waved awkwardly instead – it’s not every day that an extremely attractive guy dresses up as your fictional best friend.

“What’s your name?” he mumbled through a mouthful of food.

“Captain America,” she said in a slow voice.

Percy swallowed, “No, I mean your actual name.”

“Oh,” she blushed, “Um, Annabeth.”

“Cool. I’m Bucky Barnes. Or Percy.”

He looked at her strangely for a moment, as if trying to place her, like he’d seen her before. Then, he blinked and smiled, “So, d’you guys want to look around?”

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What your favorite Undertale Character says about you:

I wrote these out of my observations of people when I’d ask them their favorite character while I sold art at a local convention. Take them as you will.

Sans: You find humor in some of the strangest places and sometimes it’s just a show. You may harbor pain and frustration on the inside but you rarely convey your feelings externally. Instead of getting worked up, you remain calm. You’re not about appearances since you prefer to live out of need rather than want. You don’t need to be hailed in the limelight but that doesn’t stop people from being drawn to you.

Toriel: You have a kind heart. You are concerned for the well-being of others. When you see others suffer, you intervene but do so with as little confrontation as necessary. You light other people up with your warm smile. You prefer enjoying friends in smaller groups but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a silly side. You’re the kind of friend that others can confide in.

Papyrus: You long for the praise of those around you, but you do so because you wish to let others know that you care. You are easily excited and fascinated by the world around you. You may realize that not everyone will see things your way but you believe that everyone has potential to be good. You might invest too much trust at times, but, around the right people, you will be a valuable friend that can always be depended on.

Undyne: You are fierce in your conviction. When something burns in your heart, it sparks through your emotions. You are loyal but protective of your friends. You would see those you care about succeed even at the cost of your own happiness. Others admire your passion. You tend to stand out for your charisma and ability to take responsibility head on. You have the makings of a leader.

Alphys: You are tenderhearted and that is a good thing! You long to be friends with those around you but you may feel limited by your inadequacies. Despite this, you are still fascinated by people. You might have gone through hard times, times where you felt like you were taken for granted, or where you were used. Know that you are still every bit as wonderful as everyone else and that you bring joy to others even when you don’t always see it.

Mettaton: You have something to offer the world and it is your self-appointed duty to show everyone what you’ve got. Some might perceive you as superficial but internally, you have a desperate desire to bring people joy. Surprisingly, you are very concerned about what others think of you. You might be the one everyone says remains calm even in the times you’re actually not. Be careful of how you treat others as friends are as temporary as how you act towards them.

Napstablook: You are so much more than how you see yourself. You might have a tendency to self-deprecate and excuse your own needs in favor of others. Despite this, you have a sincerity that is rare among the world. You tend to be wary of others as you fear of their approval (or lack thereof). Don’t let this hinder you from being your true self. Everyone would benefit from knowing someone as kind and considerate as you.

Muffet: You have a unique sense of aesthetic that others can’t help but admire. Some may see you as a trendsetter but you simply see it as living life independent of others. You’re not afraid of getting your hands dirty to get work done. Some might be intimidated by you, but you don’t mind. What matters is that you know what you’re after and you’re not afraid to step forward and take action.

Asgore: Your compassion is both your greatest strength and weakness. You long to see your loved ones succeed but you offer yourself no such kindness when you make your own mistakes. If people look past your errors, they will see that you’re a treasure. It’s the sympathy that you show others and the willingness to press forward that makes you a powerful leader among a crowd.

W.D. Gaster: There is a mystery about you. You don’t tend to blend in with the rest of the crowd as many don’t truly know you. Even so, you bring something to the world that, even though others may never see it, can impact society in ways most have never dreamed of. You have gifts to share with the world. Don’t let others stop you in contributing something great…

Flowey: You can really drive a nail through people’s feelings whether you mean to or not. Despite this, there is something good in you, but you may deny this or simply ignore it. Admittedly, you are quite clever and quick with your words. You’re also loyal to a plan and will almost always see your goals through.

Asriel: You have a sweetness about you that others lack. Occasionally, this might lead you into trouble due to your desire to be helpful. You find validation in love and friendship. When the world turns away with a cold shoulder, it’s tough to forgive. You would rather see everyone getting along and hate confrontation.

Frisk: You are fascinated by the world that surrounds you. You might not seem like the most exciting apple in the barrel, but you’re very likable. You prefer to make choices at the moment they’re placed before you. Adventure is synonymous with your personality.

Chara: You might have some negative perceptions of humanity. Regardless, you have an insatiable curiosity with the workings of mankind. Don’t let it be your downfall. You too are very focused, DETERMINED even. You don’t let others stand in your way and will go through hell and back to see your plans are carried out.

Temmie: h0I

Ok, you guys, i need to get this off my chest…

I’ve always had this feeling, and i don’t know why, that Sebastian isn’t very fond of Tom. (Like i said this is just me, i’m not trying to start rumors or anything. I love them both). But i feel like there’s this unspoken competitiveness between them. It’s mostly Sebastian. Tom’s oblivious i’m sure. (So far). But some of my Tumblr friends have noticed it too.


I only got more suspicious when Wizard World Con Philadelphia took place in June.

Until that point, Sebastian and Tom hadn’t met. But all we got, was this picture:

Because Thomas photobombed them.

The thing is… people at these events pay attention to every little detail and write about EVERYTHING that happens there on social media. How come no one ever said anything about Tom and Seb interacting? And if they had shaken hands, SOMEONE would’ve taken a picture. Obviously. So there hasn’t really been a proper introduction and i mean, isn’t that weird? 


Sebastian, accidentally walked into Tom’s autograph booth (This was before the picture above, i believe):

… and then this happened:

Hmm… ?

But that’s not it, he actually drew a mustache on Tom’s banner, AND if you look at the video, you can see him slightly glaring at Tom’s picture in the last second:

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He makes a face right??? Like “Pff… this guy… whatever”. 

 (Did he also steal his water bottles btw? ahaha Sebastian, you punk.)

I don’t know. I’m intuitive but maybe i’m just seeing things. I know Sebastian would have no reason to dislike Tom because they haven’t even met nor worked together yet, but let’s be honest, sometimes we just… dislike ppl we don’t know. 

They will work together for Infinity war though, so i am so looking forward to that. 

In the meantime, i am having fun with this because let’s face it, this “competitiveness”, whatever you want to call it, is kinda hot.

*Let this be another reminder that this is all good fun and just a thought.*


anonymous asked:

Yes I'm asking how that picture came into existence! Let me live vicariously through your experience, please and thank you!! :))))

okay so since y’all asked this is the story of how i met aidan turner

i’ve written this story three times in the last two days oHG MYGOD

so it was at the sydney supanova and i was with my dad and we got there really early like before the con began because we rEALLY wanted to see aidan and so yeah fast forward a few hours and i was standing around near the photobooth on my own (which is next to the place where all the celebs wait) and out of the corner of my eye i see david hasselhoff and i turn around and i see adam frickin brown and i was like “oh my god what” and then i saw jed brophy and then anD THEN FRIENDS i see aidan in profile and I WAS SO SHOCKED LIKE THIS???? IS???? THE???? MAN??? I SPENT THE LAST????? FEW MONTHS??? CRYING ABOUT????? and i wanted to fall over it was embarrassing and i was on my oWN i couldn’t hit my dad like “dad dad LOOK!”

anyway i lined up for the autographs and i couldn’t see him because eVERYONE was being all tall but my dad could see him and he sighed and said “isabella he’s there don’t worry he isn’t going anywhere” and then it was almost my turn and then i saw aidan stand up and walk over somewhere else and i was so stunned because i thought he was gonna leave because he WAS running behind and had to get to the photobooth but he didn’t he just took a pic with jed and adam and then he came back and it was my turn!!! and i said hi and he said hey! and i gave him this kili picture (kind of wished i went with mitchell??? but idk the lady said gET THE KILI ONE so i did) and he was like “isabella. lovely name” and i was like scoffing ha ha thank u mr turner sir my life and love (he said everyone had a lovely name i wasn’t special but oH WELL) and i told him i was trying so hard not to freak out and he was like “aw it’s okay! freak out” and he sHRIEKED and waved his hands around i wanted to die he is so duMB and then i asked for a hug (my dad told me to do it because otherwise i would’ve never done it and regretted it) and aidan was like “yeah of course!” and we hugged and he was wearing this horrible and thick like thermal-looking jacket (it was raining that day so) and i was like squished into it but anyway yeah we hugged and his arms are really strong and his biceps are gREAT for hugging i wanted to stay and snuggle for hours upon hours because he was almost like a mini-heater and he gave me a little squeeze and my cheek brushed his cheek so I FELT THE STUBBLE and it was absolutely amazing i wanna feel that stubble everywhere (what) and i accidentally felt his ear and it was little and freezing and rEALLY CUTE!!! and when we pulled away my dad was like “you know that hug was like a marriage contract right?” and i was so horrified i wanted a piano to fall on my head and swallow me whole and i was like “he’s only twice my age dad” and aidan licked his lips and smirked at me and he giggled (you know the ehehe one jfc) so yeah anyway he continued signing and he wrote kili under his signature and me being dumb i blurted out “why do you always write your character? it’s not like we don’t know who you are” and he was so defensive oh my god he was like “it makes me feel better!” he was like a whining child and i was like lol okay whatever and my dad said something like “it means he’s creative” and aidan just nodded furiously and grinned and then yeah that was the signing part:

(it was raining on the way back so a bit of his signature smudged :/)

and then later on i went to the photobooth and i didn’t know what i wanted to do now i think about it i kinda wished we did the mr and mrs june pose but oh well. anyway i went in and we said hey again and i asked if he could kiss my cheek and he was so up for it??? i mean he’s an actor he can feign his reactions but whatever like he was like yEAH sure!! as if kissing the cheek of a stumbling fifteen year old stranger wasn’t odd at ALL but yeah he like put his arm around my waist and he squeezed my hip and i was like oh and then he kissed my cheek (psa: his lips are wet and a bit warm and lovely i would love to kiss him for hOURS) and then THE LONGEST SIX SECONDS OF MY LIFE HAPPENED because the photographer was taking his sweet ass time taking the photo so aid and i were like “hmm” and i tried not to giggle because my pose was supposed to be like me going “eww” AND I TRIED TO STAY IN CHARACTER. but yeah then the dude took the photo and we said our goodbyes and it was wonderful i will never forget that day

i paid 70 bucks to meet hug and have aidan turner kiss me was it worth it friends yes i highly rec this

I interrupt my semi-hiatus with a Cockles update (among other things)


Basically, if you’re going to a con, I highly suggest you go with someone??? Cause this time around I was by myself and while I still had fun, met people and got to hang around with Bunny and Kiriei for a little bit, it was still kind of lonely. :( SO yeah. But anyways…

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callmegallifreya  asked:

Dipper goes to Alcor-con and enters the lookalike contest. He's about to be awarded the third place prize or going on for the skit bit or something when he gets summoned, and everyone thinks his "oh I'm being summoned excuse me" is part of his act until he actually disappears.

“Alright everybody, give it up for the Demon Twins!”

The audience breaks into a smattering of applause, and the two cosplayers wearing matching bright clothes and black contacts bowed as they stepped back into the line-up of fellow costumed convention-goers.

“Next up, we’ve got another pair of Twin Stars. Come on up here, you two!” The black-clothed judge gestured towards the two that were next in line, a man and woman smiling nervously as they stepped forward. The man looked to be in his early twenties with shaggy brown hair and wore a black suit and a small black top hat. The woman was of a similar age, with long straight brown hair, a short skirt, and a thick, lime green sweater.

“Now, tell me a little bit about yourselves.” The judge extended the microphone towards the two, and the sweater-wearing woman quickly took it out of his hands. The two exchanged a long glance before the woman began speaking.

“Well, it’s- it’s a funny story… we actually didn’t come to the con together, we just met the night before and figured our costumes matched perfectly and we signed up for this last minute and it all worked out really well, I think!” Her words came rapidly, each one that flitted by taking its place in a rhythm that was almost musical in its simplicity.

“I helped her with her costume.” His words were slower, darker, each one filling the room until it had to make way for the next.

“Right, right. He was great about that, really.”

The judge shook his head, laughing gently. “That’s great, but I was talking about your costumes. Tell us about your take on Alcor and Mizar.”

Once again, after a brief moment of hesitation, the woman was the first to speak. “I’m Mizar the Twin Star! I knit my own sweaters and make sure nobody messes with my buddy Alcor here!” She punctuated the statement by spinning around on one leg, a wide grin on her face as she twirled. A smattering of claps and cheers came from the audience as her motion stilled.

“And I…” The man gave a wide grin, revealing a set of pointed teeth that looked as real as his yellow-and-black eyes. “I am Alcor the Dreambender, the Forgotten One, and of course, the Twin Star. One of the world’s most powerful demons. Those who cross me- or my twin Mizar- will soon r̭̝͇̲ͬ̉ͨẽ͉͍̱̼̻̥̗̂̕g̷͓̦ͧ̈́r̠͙e̗͓͈͉̗̗͓t̰͔̱ͫͧ̌ ̨̙͒̆i̠̲̬ͪ̋̃͗̚ţ̈.” The last few words resonated with a dark echo. The cheers from the crowd were even louder this time.

The judge gave a nervous laugh as he took his microphone back. “Good job, you two! You’ve certainly got the voice down there, Alcor- and those contacts are just perfect! I have to ask- where did you get them?”

The man’s gaze turned towards the ground, his face flushing. “They’re… er… they’re custom-made.”

The judge gave a terse nod. “Well, their creator certainly did a wonderful job then! Now, before we move on to the next contestants, any last words from you two?”

The man burst into a sneeze, which had a high-pitched sound that didn’t seem to match up with his low voice.

The room erupted into laughter.

"Aww, does Alcor the Dreambender have a case of the sniffles?”

“I-” He sneezed again, the second sneeze just as small and cute as the first. “No! I, Alcor the Dreambender, do n̺͉̼͍̮͗̅̍ͯ̄̓͢ǫ̰ͩ͐̔t̘̖͘ get the sniffles!”

"Alright, alright if you say so.” The laughter began to die down. “Give a bow, you two! Mizar the Twin Star and Alcor the Sneezer!”

The Mizar cosplayer gave a bow as the room filled with both applause and laughter, but the other one remained in place, wide-eyed.

“Actually…” His words came faster than before. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but I really have to answer this summons. Excuse me for a minute, everybody.”

“No worries there, Alcor my buddy! Do whatever you have to do!” the judge replied.

Mizar and Alcor turned to face one another.

The Mizar cosplayer put her hands on her hips. “But Alcor, you promised to stick around for me!”

He flashed her another fang-filled grin. “Actually, I didn’t. You said I could stay here while I was corporeal. You didn’t say I had to.”

“But… but we’re in the middle of the costume contest! That’s not fair!” The woman pouted and gave the man her best puppy-dog eyes.

“Demons aren’t fair.”

And then, in the blink of an eye, the man in the Alcor costume disappeared from the stage.

The room fell silent.


Phil knows it’s going to be good when it takes a solid minute for the attachment to download.

He takes the time to get up and draw himself a fresh cup of coffee. He debates the pros and cons of breaking into his stash of donuts as well, but decides against it. For one thing it’s in the closet space he calls his room and there’s several sharp eared coworkers between him and it who can hunt down the crackle of cellophane like bloodhounds. For another, this file is from Natasha.

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Three years ago today, Peter Capaldi was announced as the Doctor. Little did I know just how much I’d come to love and adore Peter and his Doctor. I will admit, when he was first announced, my first reaction was equally joy and “eh.” I still wasn’t over the news of Matt leaving. I thought to myself “I don’t care if he looks older, he looks like he’ll be a nice guy.” I thought he was kind of attractive but like I said, I thought “eh.” 

Fats forward to today and boy have things changed. Peter has changed my life and brought me happiness that I never knew existed. I just about wake up every morning and open my computer, only to find myself smiling because of him. Now, I look at him and find him the most attractive man (and Doctor) ever. Because of him, I went to a con and put myself out there. Because of him, I started writing fanfiction. Because of him, I’ve made new friends on here. 

He is the kindest human and actor that I’ve ever met. He gives so much to us in return and understands us in a way other actors never will. I will never forget how he reached out for my hand and squeezed it after I blurted out that I love Twelve, as if he understood that the statement wasn’t simple and meant so much. I will never forget all the nights I watched series 8 on @bbcamerica, looking forward to seeing what his Doctor was bringing next. I’ll never forget watching BBC One on Saturday afternoons during my first semester of college to see what his Doctor had in store next for series 9. Now, I can’t wait to see what surprises are in store for his Doctor in series 10. 

Thank you Peter Capaldi and @doctorwho (for casting him.) Here’s to many years to come! 

  • Ashton: "Do you want to, you know, get out of here? Go back to my place? Have a little fun?" The voice whispering in your ear is harsh and emotionless compared to the way he talks to you. You turn your head to tell him he's going home alone before you feel large, warm hands on your waist, pulling you away from the stranger. Your back hits his familiar chest and you instantly feel safe. "Hey, mate, mind not hitting on my girlfriend?" Ashton asks casually. "Like she's actually your girlfriend," the guy scoffs. "If she is, she's slumming it." Ashton barks out a laugh at the guy and says, "At least she can guarantee I'm not going to give her an STD. Get lost, man." The guy shakes his head and wanders off, probably going to look for another girl to con into a terrible night. Ashton's arms wrap tightly around your waist, bringing your body flush against his. He presses a soft kiss to your neck, making you smile. "What an asshole," Ashton mutters softly against your neck. "You're jealous," you sing softly. "So what if I am? I mean, like, he tried to take my girlfriend from me. I knew it wouldn't work because you're so damn faithful, but you're still mine and he doesn't have a right to talk to you like that," Ashton replies, placing soft kisses on your neck and jaw in between his words. "You're my girlfriend and no one else gets to take you home but me. Speaking of which, let's go home, babe. This dress looks so good on you, but it probably looks better on my floor. And I'm allowed to say that to you because I'm your boyfriend, not that prick. So, let's go."
  • Calum: You cover your mouth as you laugh at the terrible joke your friend just made. He shakes his head and says, "You shouldn't cover your mouth when you laugh. You've got a great laugh and a really beautiful smile." You can't help it. Your cheeks flush a dark red and you end up staring at the scuffs on your shoes. You tuck your hair nervously behind your hair before you mumble out a thank you. Your friend didn't mean it in a flirty way. He knows you are happily taken, but what he said elicits the same reaction from you as if he had. When your friend disappears to go refill his drink, Calum appears in his place with a frown on his face. "What did he say to you?" Calum's word come out before you can even ask him if he's enjoying the party. "Excuse me?" you reply. "What did he say to you that made you blush?" Calum asks firmly. "Um, he said I shouldn't cover my mouth when I laugh because I have a nice laugh and smile. Why?" Your eyebrows furrow as you reply to him. Calum's jaw clenches and his hand tightens into a fist. "Oh, come on, Cal. He was just being a nice guy," you sigh. "He knows I'm taken. Every person in this room knows I'm taken." Calum doesn't listen to you. He reaches out and takes one of your hands in his, leading you toward the back corner of the party he and the rest of the band have claimed for the evening. Calum's spot on the couch hasn't been filled in his brief absence, so he slides back in next to Michael and gives your hand a swift tug. With a roll of your eyes, you sit down on his lap. He lays his arm across your thighs, keeping you locked in place. You would never get him to admit he was jealous. He is far too proud for that. But you know he was, so you let him have this one and just smile a little to yourself for the rest of the night.
  • Luke: You're listening to Jack tell another embarrassing story about Luke from their childhood. When the punchline comes, you throw your head back laughing while his brothers' chuckle to themselves. You're about to launch into the story of how you and Luke met when you feel Luke's hands rest on your shoulders. He drops his lips to your ear and whispers, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" You nod and he kisses your head quickly, just long enough that his brothers both try to take the piss out of him for being cheesy. He takes one of your hands in his, threading your fingers together, before leading you inside, away from all of his family. Luke drops your hand in order to lean back on the kitchen counter. His hands grip the edge tightly. You raise your eyebrows, his cue to speak. "This might sound stupid, but, um, you've been ignoring me all day. Did I do something wrong?" His voice is shaky and hesitant. His eyes dance from object to object in his kitchen, never finding yours. "Of course not," you tell him, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his waist. "I'm not ignoring you, Luke." He sighs and wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest before mumbling, "Just seems like it. You've been talking to everyone else but me." That's when you know what's going on. "You're jealous that everyone else is getting all of my attention today," you say. "Not jealous," Luke cuts in quickly, far too quickly in fact, making you giggle. He groans and tries to bury his face in your neck. "I'm sorry. I just really missed you when I was on tour and- I'm sorry," he mumbles against your neck. You squeeze him tightly and run a hand softly through his hair. "It's okay, baby," you tell him. "How about I'm yours for the rest of today?" You feel him smile against your neck as he says, "I'd like that. I'd really like that."
  • Michael: You lean your head on Calum shoulder and curl up against his side, pulling the sleeves of Michael's flannel down over your hands. "Cold?" Calum asks you and you nod in reply. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and brings you tighter against his chest, warming you up instantly. You feel yourself starting to fall asleep against Calum. "Stealing my girlfriend today?" You open your eyes to see Michael standing in the kitchen of the tour bus, looking at you snuggled up against Calum. "She was cold," Calum shrugs, keeping his arm around you, "and she's a good cuddler." Michael nods and says, "I know. She's my girlfriend." Calum looks over at him and says, "Dude, she cuddles with all of us all the time. Get over it." Michael scoffs before grabbing a drink from the fridge and heading back to the back room to continue playing video games. You sigh, before pulling yourself away from Calum and standing. You open the door to the back room and hesitantly call Michael's name. "Yeah?" he sighs, pausing his game to turn to look at you. "Cuddle?" you ask with the kindest smile you can manage. He rolls his eyes, but opens his arms to you anyway. You situate yourself between his legs. His arms wrap around you to pick up the controller to start playing again. "You know I love you, right?" you say hesitantly. "Yeah, I know," he replies. "It's just, I don't know, you've been hanging out with the band more than me this tour and I miss you." You lean back and turn your head to kiss his jaw. "I'm sorry, babe. And you're cute when you're jealous by the way," you tell him. "You know what? Fuck you," he curses before kissing the top of your head. "I wasn't jealous. I just missed you." You roll your eyes and let this one go.
  • A/N: An anon requested this a very long time ago. Here it is.

piningtwelve-deactivated2017060  asked:

Your post sums everything up so well. I'm really sorry you're getting so much hate. Honestly at this point I'm considering quitting supernatural. I usually try to defend j2 but there really were better ways of handling the questions. If they never intended to make destiel canon they should have said it from the start. The amount of hate that comes from the brothers only fans and the spn team is outrageous. I'm just really getting tired of supporting a show that completely despises me

I can tolerate the hate. It honestly means very little to me coming from people who regularly think J2 are secret boyfriends, their wives are beards, and everyone plus damn near Obama is in a conspiracy to hide it. Looking at who spews the vile messages at other people really shows you who you’ve ticked off. Reasonable J2 fans have actually been very kind about this mess even if their ship hasn’t been affected. So when unreasonable people spew foul language, name-calling, and aggressive messages from behind the safety of their computers, I have to wonder what’s really going on in their minds to make them that way. It’s simply better to respond light-heartedly with puppies and kittens than engage them in debate, because such a debate is going to go nowhere logical. That’s why the ugly responses don’t bother me. They’re not coming from a place of rational thought, empathy, compassion, or reason.

I totally understand what you’re feeling too. If Destiel was never on the table, or was taken off the table for a reason people are guessing about now, then jerking the fandom back and forth in hope vs no hope was incredibly cruel. That’s why I’m not rolling my eyes at people who choose to quit the show right now because their emotions are valid.

Regardless of what will happen in the future, this weekend was handled very poorly. Even though I’m still watching the show, I’ve lost some respect for J2. It’s not that I think they should ship it—everyone has a choice and I really don’t care if they do or don’t—but they spoke about it in such a derogatory way that they’ve made fans feel that their personal sexual orientations are not okay because they “ruin” the show. That’s why it’s wrong. There’s a proper way to respond to questions of whether subtext will ever translate to text or not and it involves recognizing the sensitivity of those issues within fandoms. J2 don’t seem to grasp those concepts. People cater to them, fawn over them, agree with them like puppets, and then they have no idea the things they say have consequences.

It’s a major catastrophe on all sides. PR should have a better grip on this and coach them on how to respond. Show runners need to take a stand if it’s a specific person or persons refusing to move forward with the canon question. People on Twitter need to be shown by PR how to properly respond to these situations instead of ignoring them. Writers should not be dictated to by actors (if that ever happens).

Above all, everyone needs to realize that we Dean/Cas fans are not just “the 1%” and our feelings do not deserve being so vilified. Essentially what J2 did with their comments was give their rabid faction of fans permission to treat us like we’re subhuman. I was literally called subhuman today because I support fluid sexuality in fiction heroes and I support Dean/Cas. I can take it but others like me are not that tough. We are literally told to kill ourselves or things of that nature because we support Dean/Cas and J2’s actions this weekend were like declaring hunting season open. Nobody said they need to like this or that idea about the show. But it’s not right to speak of us like we’re insane either.

I have watched approximately 40-50 people walk away from the show this weekend. That’s just people I personally follow. I’m one person. Do they have any idea what they’ve done? I doubt it. They’re ignoring it as they always do.

The fact that Misha was apologizing to fans at the con was not okay either. He was described as looking rather sad when confronted with a fan thanking him for what he said after Jensen ran his mouth. It’s not up to Misha or Osric to constantly try and mend fences between the fandom, J2, and the powers that be. J2 and the powers that be need to take responsibility for the hurtful and unnecessary dismissal of our feelings (J2) and jerking us around with the “interpret as you please” and “wait and see” hope baiting (the powers that be).

The quality of the show suffered a lot this season because people on the show can’t get on the same page. I don’t buy it that Destiel hasn’t been brought up or intentionally inserted in many, many episodes. The show was clearly headed one direction at the end of season eight and did a 180 reversal in season nine. The show has suffered because they wrote themselves into a corner but they’re clearly not going to take the plunge and stand up for a rather large portion of the fandom.

Sorry for preaching. I guess I still have a lot of feelings about this.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I'm following your tumblr for a while and I saw that you're good finding and recommending fanfiction for people. There was a really big change in my life recently and I really appreciate to recommend me some teen wolf criminal mastermind fic. Not like serial killer or something. Maybe something like Ocean 11 and stuff :) Thank you very much, and I hope it's not waste of your time :)

Hey anon, I hope you enjoy these! Take care! \(^_^)/

  • art thievery for fun and profit by gdgdbaby (T, ) So in retrospect, befriending the daughter of the head of Interpol probably wasn’t the best decision Scott could’ve ever made in his life. [Gen]
  • no need for nervousness, it’s just a little turbulence by Slumber (T, 19k) In which Stiles is a conman for hire, Danny is the hacker of his dreams, and Argent Industries is their target. [Danny/Stiles]
  • Gore and Glory by MarauderCracker (G, 2k) They are fast, they are feral, they are fatal. During the day, they sleep in late and watch movies together. During the nights, they take down the bad guys that the law won’t face. [Allison/Lydia/Kira]
  • The Chase by pterawaters (T, 1k)  Scott and Lydia are FBI agents still reeling from the loss of their third partner (and secret girlfriend), Allison. When they get a new case, it appears they’ve been specifically requested by the subject of their investigation, a mysterious art thief who calls himself “Stiles.” [Scott/Lydia/Stiles]
  • Free-To-Loot by meledea, ravelqueen (M, 23k) “Um, I’m sorry to ask, but am I allowed to pull my pants up again?” he asks the burglar? Thief? Scott didn’t really have a lot of experience getting accosted by someone with a knife, so he doesn’t know the protocol here. (Or the one where Stiles meets Scott on the job (as it were), but their romance takes off anyway.) [Scott/Stiles]
  • Chase Me by Stilinskis (M, 4k) “I don’t care about people. I don’t even care about you. I just like to play games.“ In which Stiles is an art thief, and Scott is a frustrated special agent. [Scott/Stiles]


  • My Patience Is A Medal by Saucery (M, 6k) Derek Hale is a Special Agent in the White Collar division of the FBI, with a crack team consisting of Agents Argent and McCall and, more recently, the consulting art thief, Stiles Stilinski. Trouble is, Stilinski’s in love with him. Or is it just another con?
  • don’t know why, but i feel conned by babykanima (M, 25k) When Scott suggests they steal from the Louvre, Stiles immediately thinks of his cousin Lydia to help them. He also immediately thinks of Derek Hale but he doesn’t actually mention the other thief until all their other options have been exhausted because he’s trying not to be obvious about the massive crush he has on him. A story in which everybody we know and love are professional thieves except Scott, who really just wants to get the girl.
  • the thing with the guy in the place by ceserabeau (G, 3k) “Let me guess, you want to rob a casino?” Scott holds up three fingers and Stiles’ eyebrows shoot upwards. “Three casinos?”
  • Yours, Mine, and Ours by Sugarkane_01 (M, 13k) Stiles is one of the best retrieval specialists in the business. Derek is the best cleaner that money can buy. They occasionally work together but they aren’t partners. They often sleep together but they aren’t in a relationship. The only thing between Stiles and Derek is a mutually beneficial arrangement that results in great sex and monetary gain. That’s all that they are and that’s enough. Until Derek starts to think that maybe it isn’t.

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EYYY IT’S CON TIME AGAIN!! i’ll be travling the 8-12th, and this time you can see me vending once again, along main bae @neven-ebrez!! i’ll have a BUNCH of stuff with me, like:

  • ALL God’n’Gabe volumes, posters, standees, AND BRAND NEW cinch bags, necklaces, AND EARRINGS!!
  • misc charms, including the x-mas sets!!

i can also sign things! covers with friends will be there, and i am more than happy to correct the credit myself 8D

and totally don’t be scared to ask for a little signage on g’n’g! promise i don’t bite, i just have large incisors

also, a little more misfortune has headed my way, and half of my phone screen is now dead, meaning i can’t access tumblr on my phone anymore! so i will be EXTRA slow to answering messages here. i can REPLY to tweets, but i can no longer answer DMs there, either–bummerville, USA

hoping my health holds up through the weekend! looking forward to seeing everyone!

anonymous asked:

What about cute and flustered high school Coliver making out for the first time then? Imagine Oliver fumbling with his glasses and both of them blushing cutely So many feels sigh 😌 xoxo

This turned out way fluffier and longer than I intended. It’s not exactly what you asked for but it also kinda is(?). I hope you like it, anon dear, and thanks for the lovely prompt!!
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For as long as he could remember, Oliver had wanted to kiss Connor. At first they were eight and seven, kids playing in the sandbox, and Oliver first wanted to kiss Connor’s cheek when the younger boy shared his ice cream with Oliver. Then they were thirteen and fourteen, laughing as they chased each other down the street, and Oliver wanted to kiss Connor’s skinned elbow where he fell. And finally they were seventeen and sixteen and Connor, with a nervous smile so unlike him, asked Oliver if he’d like to go out with him on a date and Oliver had never wanted to kiss anyone more. 

Oliver agreed to the offer right away, color high in his cheeks and his grin splitting his face. He couldn’t stop his restless energy all day long, and some of his teachers threw him annoyed looks for it, while Wes and Laurel grinned along and teased him.

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anonymous asked:

Hi P-m. I wanted to know if people pressure you into drawing them fan art for free sometimes? Have you ever met con artists too ? I'm an artist and I don't know how to deal with this stuff. I'm afraid to offend people and I hate conflict. Help? 😩

Anon! My little one!

 People pressuring artists in order to have them draw something for free is as old as the Internet. DON’T CRACK UNDER PRESSURE. I mean seriously. If you believe everything you receive and if you accept requests in order not to offend people you shouldn’t care of, you’ll spend your time drawing for free and with NO fun!

 I wanted to know if people pressure you into drawing them fan art for free sometimes? Have you ever met con artists too ?

DuuuuuuUuUUuuUde! I met (and still meet) so many! All the time! Look, here are examples, maybe you met them too. I hope it will cheer you up and make you feel less guilty to say “no”. So I already had to deal with…

The “We can give you a lot of exposure” con: Ok, this one is a classic, every artist knows it. You are contacted by a young and of course super creative and dynamic team/company that needs a banner/site layout/promo poster for a super important project. They can’t pay you but you’ll have a lot of exposure! Poor souls, if they don’t even have the money to commission an artist on Deviant Art or Tumblr (whose fees are very low compared to ones of the illustration market in general) I don’t think their company will last long. Politely refuse and try to find people who will pay you. Of course, if you want to collaborate for free to a charity/friend’s project that is important to you, it’s very different. I’m talking here about people you’ve never heard of and who think that art is just something they don’t need to pay.

 The “It’s my girlfriend’s birthday” message: The typical DA request from 10 years ago. You are contacted by some guy who asks you to draw him some art for his GF’s birthday and when you politely reply that you don’t take requests but that you would be fine with a commission, the tone changes immediately and you are “lectured” by some young idiot who tells you that not everybody has money and that they thought you were “a decent human being”. Paying for a drawing, what an idea! (And it’s important to precise that these messages are from DA users you’ve NEVER had any interact with before). So, yeah, I’m sorry but “lies + guilt tripping” doesn’t equal free art. Bad idea, pal!

The “My mom has a cancer” con: A bit similar to the one above but plays more on the guilt tripping. “Can you draw something for my mom who has a cancer?” was a message I used to receive at least 3 TIMES a week on DA around 2010. Of course ,you have no way to know if it’s actually true (which truly sucks if it is) but the message is written in the most heart wrenching and guilt tripping way possible…from people with a new account and zero DA history. When you politely refuse you are either never contacted again or insulted because “how dare you?!!”. It’s “funny” to notice it’s always the “mom” who has a cancer and that, apparently, either dads are more resistant, either they are not worth a drawing to cheer them up. Also, if you think that people wouldn’t dare to go to such length and such lies to obtain something, don’t underestimate the Internet: people lie all the time for the tiniest bullshit. It’s just disgusting when they use something like a cancer to obtain a fucking fan art.

The “fake PR” con: Ah! One of my favorite. It happened to me 4 or 5 times. You are contacted by some guy (or girl) who tells you they are part of the PR team of a famous actor/actress and that their client would love to have an artwork designed by you (or a print) for free, of course. Fake as fuck, as you can imagine. For having worked with serious PR teams in the past, believe me, these people talk about money and contracts pretty quickly when they want something and the way their emails are written (all the legal lingo) has nothing to do with the amateurs who try to pass as PR. In addition, a quick Google search can help you contact the actual actor/actress’ agent, forward them the email and let them tell you if it’s a con. Once, I even received a response email from the real RP team telling me that they were thanking me for bringing up to their attention this serious case of stolen identity and that it was taken care of. I wish I had known what came next for the con artist! ^o^

The “Social Justice guilt tripping” (aka the Tumblr anon). People on Tumblr contacting you to take down this or that drawing for whatever reason (you can’t see Natasha’s face in this artwork, so it’s woman erasure – Dean smoking is offensive, please, stop drawing this) OR trying to guilt trip you into drawing this or that thing and if you refuse they are very disappointed in you because they thought you were a “decent human being”, of course, and not a racist, a misogynist, a homophobe, etc. Yes, all this because you said “no” to their art request. Request. Not commission. Things are always better when free!

 Voilà. You see. You’d better toughen up and apply some simple rules:

  1. If you accept requests, it’s your right to refuse if they don’t interest you
  2. If you don’t take requests, only commissions, people will have to pay you
  3. Some people won’t hesitate to lie and to call you names just FOR A FUCKING FAN ART, yes, even pretending that their mom has a cancer, which is extremely sad for people who actually have a sick relative and who tried to contact an artist for an art request
  4. “No” is not a heavy word, use it. You are not a fan art factory.
  5. Working for free for a project you really believe in is OK
  6. Guilt tripping is a tactic often used. Don’t fall for it
  7. Google is your friend when it comes to fact checking
  8. I hate conflict too but I hate even more drawing things I hate so…NO.

Now repeat after me:

Isn’t it simple?

Good luck to you anon! May the art force be with you ♥