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the story of the underwear cockles op

y’all wanna hear the story of how @amazinmango and i got this photo op at phxcon this weekend?


so here’s the thing: n o n e of this was planned. it was amazing, hilarious, ridiculous kismet. 

mango’s had his birthday recently, and so i brought his birthday present with me to phxcon. part of the present was a pair of jensen’s underbears (i think the text i sent mango right after jib was, “we’re close enough that it’s not weird if i buy u underwear right????”) bc i thought that was hilarious from jib and mango is a huge jensen fan and dean!boy. so the original joke was just that mango could have the bear underwear. i also got him a second pair in orange, bc orange is his fav colour. this was as far as i thought this would go. 

so i get into phoenix thursday night and give mango his present. we didn’t know there were cockles photo ops until friday afternoon when we saw hard tickets for sale. i distinctly remember being bummed that my hometown con had cockles photo ops for sale online but phxcon, the one i was actually going to, did not. but obviously once i saw they were available, like. THERE WAS ONLY ONE CHOICE. so after deciding it was completely financially irresponsible when we have no money, i bought the op. 

i can’t remember when it occurred to us that we had both the underbears and a pair of lucky orange underwear for misha in our hotel room. we wanted to do something fun and funny for the op, and cracked ourselves up at the idea. but we were also aware that it could be, you know, kind of sort of maybe intensely uncomfortable to be like (a) i know what underwear u were wearing and (b) here i brought pairs of them for you to further laugh over. i have a T E R R I B L E akdslkjkas embarrassment squick, so we didn’t want to do anything that made us uncomfortable, and we definitely didn’t want to do anything that would make misha or jensen uncomfortable. we wanted them to have fun with us and play around with us. 

we ran our idea passed our roomie, who has some good con experience, to see if she thought it would fly or not. we agreed on judging our plan based on their mood on the day and asking them if they felt comfortable enough to do it was the best course of action, with a back-up plan ready to go immediately just in case, so j+m knew we were serious that they could totally pass on it if it was weird. CONSENT AND SAFE SPACE. we were hella concerned about this. 

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Heathens | Tyler Joseph

A/N: Inspired by the music video and the Batman universe! 

Word Count: 7317 words (whoops?)

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Originally posted by aaasseenn

This lovely gif is not mine!

Arkham Asylum. A place that holds the worst criminals and the most demented minds in all of America. With maximum security that even an army couldn’t bust through, and the isolation from the rest of the city, it makes it the ideal place to hold such people. It’s a dark, rainy island, not a happy soul in sight it seems. Ever since the boat ride over here, not one person has cracked a smile. I watch as the rain splatters against the windshield of the boat and the occasional crash of a wave. I smooth out my pencil skirt then adjust my blouse. I seem so out of place with my formal attire, but my profession requires it. I’m a psychiatrist, have been for about four years now, treating the criminally insane back to a healthy mindset. All of my patients have been cured and I have yet to fail once so that’s why I’m on this boat surrounded by SWAT members. I’ve been assigned to a new patient who was just admitted to Arkham a month ago. He’s gone through several different psychiatrists who gave up on him, said he was too far gone to be helped, and some grew frightened of him and eventually went mad themselves. Well I, for one, have never given up on a single soul. That’s why they call me the best. There’s so much to discover and learn about why these people do the things they do. It’s one of the reasons I chose this profession; my curiosity gets the best of me sometimes.

The boat pulls up the dock and a guard helps me out. Behind me, climbs out three others. With my briefcase in hand and my pea coat pulled tight around me, I follow them up the wooden pier and to a vehicle that’s waiting for us. My heels click against the planks. I take in my surroundings: the infirmary rests on our far right between two guard towers as well as a couple other buildings, and to our left rests the asylum itself. It’s so much larger in person than what I’ve seen in pictures. Large metal gates and multiple guards riddle the walkways above it. “Ms. (Y/L/N), a pleasure.”

“Captain,” I reply before I climb into the backseat of the Jeep. I set the briefcase on my lap then adjust the ballerina bun on my head, making sure a hair isn’t out of place. We drive up to the metal gates and are buzzed in. They open to reveal a large courtyard. The older military leader clears his throat.

“I suppose you’ve read the paperwork we’ve sent you.”

I nod. “Of course, several times actually. To the point where I have it memorized.” I smile sheepishly as he chuckles. “Patient 12188: Tyler Joseph, or also known as Blurryface among the citizens. Simply stated, he’s a sociopath who suffers from schizophrenia. He’s a highly skilled thief who robs the rich to benefit the poor, never once being caught by the authorities, until now. Due to his actions, his influence spread throughout the city and even established a following to help assist him in his assaults.”

“Very good. I knew we got the best.” He comments. “He’s so manipulative, Doctor, always saying things we want to hear. If we don’t make progress soon, I fear he may be hopeless.”

“I don’t believe that. I never give up on my patients.”

“And that’s exactly why we hired you.” We climb out of the car and head into the building. We make our way past the labs, test tubes and gurneys everywhere. “Don’t let him influence you or sweet talk you. He’s gone through too many of our best doctors.” The Captain presses a button when we step into the elevator. We ride it down deep into the cells. Manic laughter bounces off the walls. “Here’s the interrogation room where you will see him. Guards will be outside of you need anything. Good luck.” I nod as he opens the door and I step inside.

It’s bright white everywhere: the walls, the floor, even the two chairs and table. In one of them is my patient in an tan straitjacket. He’s facing away from the door, hunched over whispering something to himself. My heels echo in the room loudly. I sit in the chair across from him and pull out my manila folder full of notes, setting it next to a device on the corner of the table. A bright red button is on the center of the box. This is for if my patients grow out of control or if I feel threatened, I can press it and guards will pile in, seizing them from the room.  

“They sent another one. That’s ninth this month. When will they get the hint?” He says when he looks at me with brown eyes. A slow smile creeps across his face.

“Actually, you’ve gone through eleven.”

“Oh? More than I thought. That’s just wonderful. What’s your name, lovely?” He leans forward in his chair.

“You may refer to me as Dr. (Y/L/N), and none other.” I state sternly.

“Oh, why not? I know we’re going to get on a personal level so why not start off right? A first name basis to make ourselves more comfortable around each other.” He chuckles. “I’m sure you already know my name, right? Supposedly, I’m the talk of Gotham right now.”

“You were for awhile, yes. However, no personal matters about myself will be discussed, only yours. That’s why I am here.”

“Maybe, I don’t want your help. I’m perfectly happy here. I’ve made so.. many.. friends..” His eyes run up and down my body, then back up to my eyes.. “What’s the harm in one more? Will you be my friend, Doctor?”

“I’ll be your professional friend. That’s it.”

“What’s the matter? Friends in high and low places. Here, there, anywhere. I want to get to know you, too.” He throws me a wicked smile.

“We aren’t here to discuss me, Mr. Joseph.” I retort, remaining calm.

“But it’s not fair. You know all about me, and I know nothing of you.” He leans forward in his chair. “Can I at least know your name, please?” His voice sounds small and hopeless.

At this rate, I’m never going to make progress, so I sigh and lace my fingers together. “It’s (Y/N) and that’s-”

“A very beautiful name.” He cuts me off. This time his smile is more.. charming to say the least. “Do people have a nickname for you?”

“Uh,” I stutter as his smile softens. I avert my gaze from his chocolate eyes that all of a sudden make me nervous. “N-no, they just call me (Y/N).” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “And that’s all you get to know about me.”

He sits back in his chair carelessly, a somber looks now on his face. “Fine, you want to know about me? I’m a robber, ya know? Bang, bang, take all the money, run from the coppers.” He smiles. “It’s very fun, (Y/N) you should give it a try.”

Ignoring his comment, I scan over my notes. “You also give back to the poor, I’ve learned. Why do you do it? Do you find joy in it? Bringing the less fortunate happiness?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t know. It was just mindless fun at first, ya know? I was doing it for myself. I con the big wigs out of it or use brute force if needed. Then I would just see all these families that struggled out on the streets are barely scraping by and.. why not give back a little? The rewards are great and the friends that soon followed are even greater.” I scribble down some new information on the backside of a piece of paper as he continues. “They never knew what was coming since I was so unpredictable. Sometimes it’d be easy, like giving someone a flower.” He chuckles. “But my friends would let me know if there’s trouble in the future, so that flower may turn acidic. Who knows?” He shrugs with a grin. “I assume you know how I was captured?”

“No actually, I didn’t. Care to enlighten me?”

“Hm, so (Y/N) doesn’t know everything?” He averts his eyes to the table, then back up at me. “I was meant to team up with Joker and Harley; they wanted to rob the richest bank in Gotham, keeping every last dime for themselves, but.. that’s not the way I work, since everybody gets an equal cut. Me being me, my friends and I devised a plan to steal some money back for the ones who rightfully deserve it. It all worked out pretty well from the get go, until that bat caught wind a day after the heist. In the end though, the three of us ended up with nothing except for a long sentence here.” He lets out a small laugh. “The Joker and Harley Quinn though. Isn’t that a story?”

I lean back in my chair, arms crossed. “It’s not love, Mr. Joseph. It’s infatuation, lust, obsession, all from Harley’s end. What they have is abusive and unhealthy.”

He raises a brow. “I never said it was. However, I do think it’s interesting on how they met.” A smile plays on his lips. “Kinda like this, huh? A psychiatrist and a sociopath-”

“Stop! You’re making idiotic assumptions.” I cut him off abruptly making him laugh. “I keep things strictly professional at my sessions for one, and I do not have Harley’s mindset for two.”

“It’s only a thought, but I agreed with you. It’s toxic and I don’t appreciate the way he treats her.” His tone of voice changes when looks to the ground. “The emotional and psychical abuse is appalling. Why would you want to hurt someone who cares for you so deeply?”

“Maybe because he’s the very definition of insane?”

“I’ll admit I do have issues, but I could never resort to hurting people I care about.”

I throw him a small smile. “Well this is a good start Mr. Joseph.” Pushing my glasses up on my nose, I clear my throat then ask. “So how did you get started doing this? Did it just happen?”

“Same as every story. I needed some money, but I wasn’t stupid enough to put on a ski mask and walk in the front, guns blazing.” He chuckles. “Because I’m careful. It took me a few weeks to plan the whole thing, smoothed out every bump, but I went in that bank as calm as could be, posing as a completely different person. Then bam took someone’s entire life savings right out from under them. The money was nice so I just kept going; I was supporting my family, and those less fortunate. However, the more money that came in, the more attention I got, but the more attention I got, the more friends came knocking on my door. It didn’t happen often though since every time I’d pull a heist, I would just vanish. Those friends who did come have been observing me, learning my trick and trade. They loved it so much that they found me and wanted in.”

“You weren’t worried about undercover police?”

He scoffs and rolls his brown eyes. “Please, I have a fabulous read on people. They’re like ghosts to me, I can see right through them. So no, I wasn’t worried and no one tried any funny business either I made sure of that.” He leans back in his chair. “Of course, these heists weren’t clean all the time, people were difficult like I’ve mentioned. Things got bloody..” He grows quiet, a blank stare fixated on the table.

“Did you not want it to be that way?” He’s silent for a few moments. There seems to be a different side of Tyler that hates who he has become or at least from what I’ve concluded so far. This other person inside of him prevents his true self from showing, however it’s my job to reveal it.

“Um, n-no not at first. I didn’t want that on me, but.. sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, ya know? Now it happens so often that it doesn’t phase me anymore.” He lets out a small laugh. “Typical sociopath, huh?”

“It’s doesn’t have to be like that, Mr. Joseph. You can change and I’ll help you do so. It’s my job after all.”

“What if I don’t want to change? What if I’m perfectly content with the way I am?”

“How? I don’t understand. Don’t you want to walk down the street without people looking away in fear or without being on the run twenty-four seven? It has to be exhausting for you and your friends.”

“It’s fine, we’re fine.” The tone of his voice is flat.

“What about a family or a wife? Don’t you want those, too?” He doesn’t say anything. Maybe I’ve struck an intellectual gold mine in that mind of his. “People are afraid of you. How can you have something if everyone just runs away all the time?” No response. Time to move, I guess. I scan over the next section of my notes that I want to discuss. “What can you tell me about Joshua Dun?”

He finally speaks meeting my eyes with a cold hard gaze. “Nothing. Don’t speak of him.” The harshness in his voice sends a chill throughout my entire body.

“Isn’t he your best friend though?”

“Don’t fucking talk about him!” He screams suddenly, rising from his chair. It screeches against the concrete floor. My heart jumps out of my chest and my eyes widen in fear. “Ask me anything you fucking want, but leave him out of it!” His brown eyes are dark with anger, not large and innocent as before. The tone of his voice is hostile. Even though his arms are bound, he could still potentially injure me. From what I’ve read, he’s rather crafty so I assume he’s escaped straitjackets once or twice. My shaky hand reaches for the red button. His gaze immediately falls down to my quivering fingers and in an instant, his emotions change. “No, no, please don’t press that.” His voice is quiet as he takes a step closer. I look back up at him and his eyes are watery. A feeling of remorse washes over me, but they still hover over the button. “Please (Y/N), I don’t mean to scare you.” He glances at the door. “It’s just that… It’s a sensitive subject for me. Josh was my best friend and my right-hand man… He was taken here when I was, but they did things to him. They changed him. He’s not Josh anymore! Not the one I know!”

“Mr. Joseph-”

He collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I get up from my seat and squat down in front of him, coaxing him with gentle words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know. I promise I won’t bring him up anymore. It was just a part of my session.”

“A part of your session..” He mumbles. “Do you even care about me or is this just work for you?”

“Of course I care, that’s why I’m here.”

“No, you’re here because they want me to talk out my feelings.” He sniffles, the tears still falling. “I’m so tired of talking. Why can’t they just leave me to die in here?”

What I did next surprised even myself. I’m a stern follower of rules when it comes to my job, but I just couldn’t handle him speaking like that. I engulf him in a tight hug and noticed him flinch at my touch, but he relaxes and buried his head into my shoulder, still sniffling.

“Don’t say that. Everyone gets better, even the ones who are ready to give up. We won’t speak of Josh anymore, I promise.”

“Thank you,” He whispers. “A-and I don’t mind talking with you either. You’re.. very nice company.”

* * *

Tyler has by far been the most interesting patient I have ever treated. His view of the world is astonishing and how he came to be as well. Most of my days have been spent with him in that dull white room as we talk the day away. Each minute that goes by he opens up more, exposing what I feel is his old self. He discusses more normal topics with me and is more attentive when I speak. He even told me a tiny bit about his past, which is still a sensitive subject for him. I mentioned some things about my life, which again is another rule broken, but I can’t help but be myself around him. He’s still a patient in a straitjacket. The professional side of me screams, but that’s going to change today. Since he’s dramatically improved from my standpoint, I think he doesn’t need one anymore. I don’t feel as if he’s a threat. Anytime I’ve tried to press the button, he immediately feels remorse and apologizes profusely before sitting back down in his chair. He has a hatred for the doctors here and the guards, yet he never had the intention of hurting any of them. He just stays away. These past few weeks have been rather remarkable.

The two usual guards greet me with a nod as I approach the door. Scanning my badge of the pad beside the door, I hear the four locks click then it opens and inside I step with my briefcase and a little surprise for him. The heavy door shuts behind me as I walk over to the table, heels clicking like normal. Instead of my usual bun, my hair flows loosely down over my shoulders. Mainly, because I was running a little late this afternoon. This other doctor, Martin, who works in the ward has been trying to ask me out for a few days now. While I do admire his feeble attempts, I’m just not into dating right now. So it’s becoming sort of a bother, but nothing I can’t handle. “Hi, (Y/N). You’re a little late. Something I didn’t expect from someone so pristine as you.” He smiles warmly as I sit down, smoothing out my skirt. I set my case on the table.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s a long story. It’s nice to see you, too, Tyler.” I return his smile.

He chuckles and leans back in his chair, arms bound by the rather hideous jacket. “Trust me I have all the time to listen to your endeavors.”

“Okay, but first I have a surprise for you.”

He raises a brow as I stand up and motion him to do the same. “Turn around,” He does so hesitantly. My fingers carefully undo the four buckles in the back then turn him around as stares at me in awe. The only thing that’s holding his arms now is the front strap so I release that, too. His arms fall to his sides, the bindings graze the floor. “You’re letting me go?”

“Well, not exactly. I’m not making you wear that anymore. You’ve improved so much, it’s not necessary. And.. I trust you.”

“You don’t know how much that means to me to hear you say that.” He says, beaming. He takes throws the jacket on the floor, revealing the top half of his orange jumpsuit. “Wow, I feel so free!” He exclaims as he stretches the muscles in his arms. “Thank you!”

I giggle. “You’re welcome, but I also have one more thing for you.” I pop open my suitcase and he starts to come over but I stop him with my finger. “Hold on! Don’t ruin the surprise!” He chuckles then gasps when I reveal the all black jumpsuit. “I know awhile ago you said you didn’t love the orange so I pulled some strings and got you this.”

“I appreciate it, (Y/N).” He takes it with a grin and holds it up to himself before thanking me again. He folds it up and sets it on the table. “As much as I enjoy everything, seeing you is still the best thing so far.” I feel my cheeks heat up. Ah yes, Tyler has gotten more charming since our first meeting. I’m not going to say I don’t enjoy all the admiration because that’s a lie, but I need to refuse his compliments. Too bad that’s almost impossible. “Now the little flower is as red as a rose.”

“You certainly have a way with words.”

“It’s how I am. So what did you want to tell me?” He sits back down in the metal chair, as do I.

“Right. I was running late because there’s this other doctor who keeps asking me on dates when clearly I’m not interested. I refused his offers, but he’s so persistent.” His look is rather.. distant as soon as my explanation leaves my lips. His warm brown eyes turn cold. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a gossip especially with you, it’s very unprofessional.” I shrug it off like its nothing.

“No, it’s fine.” Tyler retorts, not moving an inch. “What’s his name?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not, (Y/N)? We’re friends, right?” He throws me a half smirk, making my heart pound in my chest. I nod. “So what it is?”

“Martin,” At the mention of his name, Tyler rolls his eyes and grimaces. Fingers balling into two tight fists.

“I hate that man. He’s always poking his tools at my friends, thinking he can fix our minds by digging into our brains. He’s the one who corrupted Josh..”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never agreed to lobotomy; I always thought it was inhumane, and to know that he was the one to do that to Josh..” I gulp, trailing off. “He hasn’t tried anything on you, has he?”

He shakes his head with that same smirk. “No, but I appreciate your concern for me.” His hand inches toward mine and slides over the top before his fingers curl around my palm. His touch is cool, feeling like a million pinpricks at first, but now is as soft as a pile of feathers. My eyes flick up to him in response to his courageous action, yet I don’t pull away. Instead, my thumb brushes over his fingertips.

“I told you I care about my patients. I don’t believe that surgery is going to fix anything except make you a vegetable. I certainly don’t want that for you.”

His other hand comes under his chin, the look of warmth returning to those chocolate eyes along with my admiration for them. “I’m glad we are on the same page.” He pauses. “Hey, could you do something else for me?” I answer with a hum, too focused on gazing upon every feature of his face. A chiseled jawline that’s covered with a dark stubble, the small curve on his chin, a small slender nose, pale pink lips that are slightly chapped, and those hypnotizing brown eyes that hold my attention every time I look at them. His voice is rather quiet. “Can we take a field trip somewhere tomorrow? I need a change of scenery.”

“I think I can arrange something.”

“Thank you, lovely.”

* * *

The trip to the whitewashed room was much lighter this time. I had no briefcase, my lab coat was left hanging on the coat rack back in my room in the ward. The only thing I have on my today is my ID badge to have access to another area on the island. It swings back and forth from its place clipped to the pocket of my blouse. I kept my promise and decided to relocate our session to a place of his choosing. Of course, this field trip is unapproved and not recommended. My temporary co-workers thought the idea was preposterous, saying that he was luring me to my misfortune. Internally, I rolled my eyes at all their comments. He wouldn’t hurt me.

I trust him.

Greeting the security, I scan my badge and push open the metal door. To my surprise, I don’t spot Tyler in his usual spot in the chair. I scan the room then call out his name, my voice growing more worried with each blank response. Just as I turn around to exit, there he stands greeting me with a loud boo, a wide smirk forming just after. I jump backward, my hand falling over my chest which earns a small chuckle from him. “Where were you?”

“I was.. hiding. Over there.” He nods towards the far corner of the room where I glazed over at least four times. How could I miss the bright orange jumpsuit? Or the strait jacket?

“Why a-and.. how? I looked everywhere for you.”

He smiles. “I don’t know, I just wanted to mix it up a little, see if I still got it after these two months without any fun.” I shake my head with slight smile then start to unbuckle the front restraint. “There are many reasons why they called me Blurryface, lovely.” He says after a minute, eyes burning into my forehead. “I was just a guy in the shadows, a blur in broad daylight.” Meeting that brown gaze, an instant flush spreads across my cheeks making him giggle. I retreat behind him and undo those bindings as well.

“I see we are using past tense? What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know. Change, perhaps? It’s just a thought, however.. So where are you taking me, (Y/N)?”

“Well, that’s great news! I’m proud that you’re considering it. You’ve come so far. And I don’t know, I thought I’d let you choose since you’re the patient.” I say as I undo the last tie. His arms slip free, branching outward to stretch the muscles in his arms. I catch a glimpse of two thin lines circling the entirety of his wrist. I can’t recall him ever having any tattoos; it’s not mentioned in his file and none are visible from the pictures I’ve seen. I’m curious to know if any other markings ink his tanned skin?

“So I can take you anywhere I want?” He asks when he turns around to face me.

“Well not.. anywhere. I don’t know what kind of trouble you could get me into.”

He throws me a closed mouth smirk. “Are.. are you afraid of me?”

“More afraid of what you’re capable of. I know how you manipulated those other women before me to get what you want. I don’t want to be the same, Tyler. I’m here to help you, not to hurt you.”

He seems a little a taken back at my address. I’m unsure what feeling those brown eyes hold: sadness, disappointment, or utter shock. Perhaps it’s a combination of all three. “How could I hurt something that I adore so much? It doesn’t make any sense; I’m no Joker.”

“There’s a large number of psychological reasons..”

My answer makes his bottom lip quiver. “It still doesn’t change that fact that I care for you.. Nothing can.”

How can someone so damaged have a slight grip on my heart? There’s nothing I want more than to say the same. I’d never thought I would come to face the fact that I have a small crush on one of my patients. He’s just so fascinating from all the handiwork he’s done, and charming from each little sentence that falls from his lips. And better yet, he’s changing for the better, I hope. There’s a small distance between us. “Make me believe you..”

All he does is throw me a smile, then grabs my hand leading us to the heavy metal door. “Better let me go first,” My hand falls out of his warm grasp as I make the move to push open the door. He mutters something under his breath as I walk out, the two guards standing by the door are appalled and draw their weapons immediately. “Miss? What are you doing? He’s not in his restraints!”

“What’s wrong boys? Afraid I’ll rough ya up again like last time?” Tyler chuckles then I shoot him a glare, wiping the smile off his face. Clearing my throat, I address the worried men. “Gentlemen, this is all a part of my session. We have made progress where he no longer is required to have the jacket. I have everything under control, trust me.”

They look at each other with hesitation, guns still drawn. “I don’t know miss, he’s an unstable one. Causes us the most trouble here aside from the Clown Prince..”

“We will be fine. I have a radio if anything goes wrong. Just let me continue my work, please?” Once again, they share a glance then lower their weapons, nodding. I give thanks, then head towards the exit, keeping an hand wrapped around Tyler’s bicep. It feels so.. strong underneath my grasp.

“You’re a sweet talker, I like that.” He whispers, making me blush as we walk out of the guard’s sight. The screams from other patients in their cell taunt me, but Tyler smiles with delight, some even call out his name. They must be his friends. His hands fall around my shoulders when he senses how tense I’ve become. My body instinctively draws closer, the heat from his torso is oddly comforting. “Don’t worry lovely, we are almost there. I’ll keep you safe.” We weave through the hallways until we enter the large botanical garden filled with flowers of all colors and lush greens. Poison Ivy’s cell isn’t too far away, but she’s sealed off to prevent calling for her children to help her. “And here we are! Isn’t it pretty?” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, taking in all the scents and smells.

“Yes, it is. Do you come here often?”

Nodding, his hand slides off my shoulder and down my arm to my hand, lacing our fingers together we start to stroll around. “Guess you could say this is my happy place? Ya know some place for your mind to escape to?” He admires the greenery flourishing on every patch of dark soil. “And every petal here reminds me of you..” His voice grows faint and soft. His fingers pluck off a purple Dahlia with a yellow center, then offers it to me. Thanking him, I take it gently with a shy smile and lift to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent. “A flower for my flower.” He whispers.

“Yes, this is Outpost A, we have a Code Red concerning the medical ward, Code Red in the medical ward. Over.”

The intercom buzzes overhead. “Oh my,” I whisper in awe. His eyes fall the floor suddenly, almost like he’s nervous. “What’s the matter, Tyler?” I place the flower inside my pocket. He stutters to make a complete sentence and begins stepping away from me. My brows come together in confusion. “You can tell me, it’s alright.”

“Doctor Martin is down, along with several others. I repeat multiple medical staff are down! Inmates are in the loose, requesting backup!”

My eyes widen in horror and my jaw drops to the floor. He looks up with a watery gaze, outstretching his hands wanting me to stay close. “Please.. I-I didn’t do anything; you have to believe me.. don’t leave me.. everyone always leaves me. I love you, lovely, please stay!” Sirens are heard throughout the compound followed pair countless pairs of boots hitting the grass. “Say something!” Seconds later, guards pile into the garden and fly past my shoulders, grabbing Tyler by each bicep. I just watch with tears in my eyes as he calls my name, trying to break free. “No! Stop!”

It’s not long before they’ve taken him away to who knows where and I’m alone with my thoughts. So many are bouncing around in my brain, I can’t see straight. He loves me? Did he kill Martin? Who escaped? What are they going to do with him? “He really does care for you dear.” My head turns to the sultry voice of Poison Ivy. I must’ve been so out of it that I stumbled into her chamber a few feet away. She strolls up to the bulletproof glass wearing nothing but a deep red blouse held together with only one button and a leaf bikini bottom. Vines likes veins cover her entire body except for her pale green face, and her eyes are illuminating a neon green color. Hair like fire falls down past her bust.

“What..?” I sob.

“He comes here a lot when he escapes from his cell. A kind fellow indeed, much better than that clown. His intentions are good, but people see it as evil. It’s sad to confuse it. Simply he’s giving to the less fortunate. Taking from folk who don’t deserve it, although I’m sure you know that.” I nod slowly. What is she getting at? “He loves you dearly. Talks about you all the time to himself or to me. So I have to say it’s an honor to me you even I feel like I already know you.”

“Why would he do that for me? Kill..?”

“Love makes people do crazy things. You of all people should know, doctor. But who is to say it was him? Martin certainly is an evil man.. so who knows? He certainly has his enemies.”

“Did they take him somewhere different?”

“Probably the isolation chamber underground. That’s where all the severely unstable people are but aren’t we all? That’s why we are here.” And with that, she disappears back into the shadows of her cell laughing to herself, and I’m left wondering: do I actually feel the same?

* * *

The high moon leaks in from the small window of my room. My fingers peck the keys on my desktop computer as update some information on another patient of mine. My glasses rest of the tip of my nose like a librarian’s as I focus hard on the screen. The tendrils of hair on either side of my head hang loosely from my bun. They occasionally tickle my cheek so I blow them out of the way. Hitting enter one more time, I finish the inputting data and close my laptop then slide it into the case located underneath my bed. My eyes find the familiar manila folder located on the far end of the minimalist room; inside it contains information of the man who seems to be taking a hold of my heart and squeezing tightly, refusing to let go. I avert my eyes as my lips form a small line as if he’s standing in the room. He loves you dearly. Was Ivy being honest or just pushing me over the edge? Am I insane for trusting a deranged criminal? I push myself of my temporary bed and pace around the room, his voice whispers in my ear. How can I hurt someone I adore so much?

A flower for my flower. My shaky hands dives into my pocket and pulls out the perfectly preserved Dahlia. It’s almost like I feel his presence behind me. The small breeze from the open window is like his breath grazing the side of my neck. As my eyes flutter close, I see him there with his strong arms wrapped around my waist and those lips below my ear. I love you, lovely, please get me out of here. With eyes snapping open, I tuck the gift back inside my pocket and grab my badge off the desk. Clipping it on the pocket of my white button up that’s tucked into some black slacks, I head over to the door and open only to come face to face with two military personnel. “Oh gentlemen, you startled me.”

“Sorry miss, but due to the recent issue we have to keep close watch on everyone in this department.”

“I’m sorry to have heard, but if it’s not any trouble would you mind escorting me to the hospital? I seem to have left some paperwork I need for a patient I was treating there.”

He gives his colleague a look then nods his head to follow. The walk was silent and chilly, but when we reached the doors of the hospital I broke it. “Did you find out who committed the crime?”

“We think it was Blurryface’s crew, but some inmates were also Joker’s so we are unsure who executed the order.” I guide them towards the area near where they keep the vaccines.

“I’ll be just a moment.” I slip into the storage area and rummage not for paperwork, but a powerful tranquilizer used for calming out of control patients. I grabbed two vials, filling two needles to an appropriate dosage. With this amount, it should take ten seconds to take the down. I peer through the small window of the door and see that both have their back turned towards it, both sharing small talk. I’ll admit my palms feel sweaty, but I’m not killing them. I’m simply putting them to sleep for awhile. I grab a handful of papers off a filing cabinet and exit into the hallway, encouraging them to lead me back to my room. We walk back outside and head back to my room, but before the reached halfway to my building, I pulled out the needles and jabbed both into each of their necks. They yelped a tiny bit before collapsing to the ground, their guns and keys clinking during the fall. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me when I plucked the keys from the guard’s pocket and rushed towards my next destination.

The isolation cell pathway was dark, eerie, and lonely. Echoes of tormented patients fill my ear drums making my feet pick up the pace. The clicks of my heels reverberate off the concrete walls. I wish Tyler was with me; I need his comfort. At the end of the hallway is a set of stairs leading down to a lowly lit corridor, and at the end resides a giant metal door with one guard posted beside it. How am I going to get by him? I let out a nervous sigh and start down the hallway; I’ll just play it by ear. “Ma'am, are you lost? You’re not suppose to be down here.”

“What do you mean? This is where I was directed by the Captain.” I cross my arms to show assertiveness. “This is where my patient is being held now and he’s instructed that I continue my work.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“It’s only seven. You know what? Fine. If you want to interfere with the Captain’s orders, I’ll be certain to mention your name,” I lean over and squint at his name tag. “George. I’ll be on my way.” I turn on my heel and smile to myself when he calls out to me then apologizes. Upon thanking him, I watch him pull out his own set of keys to unlock the door. He closes it behind me; the heavy metal causes an echo.

My feet step inside the main chamber that’s floored with a soft material that stretches up along the walls and across the ceiling. There is only one toilet and small cot. Nothing else. Tyler sits on the cot cross legged, his back is to me. The only thing different about him is the jumpsuit. It’s not longer that fluorescent orange, but jet black. The sight warms my heart. “Tyler?” My voice sounds shaky, like I’m nervous to be around him all of a sudden. He turns his head to the sound, then stands immediately. “(Y/N)..? What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.. to make sure you’re alright. Are you?” He scoffs, ignoring the question, so I move on. “Did you.. kill him?”

He looks confused. “What?”

“Martin?” I whisper, overwhelming disappointment filling me up like a bottle. Tears are on the brim when he walks closer. “I just need to know if you did..”

“I-I didn’t do a-anything..” He replies in a small voice. “I was in my cell the whole time, thinking about today..” He averts his eyes to the ground.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Then I hear him sniffle. “I didn’t want him to bother you anymore.. so I sent in some of my friends to take care of it..” He looks up with wet cheeks. “Don’t hate me, lovely. You mean so much to me; I was only trying to protect you.”

Now I’m the one to start sobbing. After all this time I’ve spent with him, he hasn’t changed one bit. The only thing has changed are my feelings for him. My heart aches and still feels an attraction for him, another rule broken. It was all a game. They weren’t lying when they said he was unpredictable. I should’ve known better than to trust those sweet words. “Please don’t cry,” He asks, stepping even closer, bringing his already soft down to a whisper.

“I worked so hard with you, Tyler, then you go and pull something like this? I feel betrayed, like all you said was a lie just to reel me in like your old doctors.”

“I could never lie to you. You are something special, (Y/N), trust me. You’re the light in this dark deep head of mine.”

My gaze falls to the ground, muttering. “How can I believe that..?”

“I don’t know, but that flower still in your pocket says something, or those empty needles in the other. Why would you go through all the trouble just to see a messed up soul like me? A guy in the shadows?”

Looking up at him, I find a soft kindness that resides in the those chocolate eyes along with a little something different. I just can’t put my psychological finger on it. His thumb slides across my cheek, wiping away the stray tears then it stays. The touch is gentle and warm, something unexpected from him. “I meant what I said in the garden.. when I said that I loved you.“ And I love you, Tyler. My brain begs me to say, but my mouth refuses to move. “Remember when you asked me about having a normal life? Where I could walk down the street without people being afraid of me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“And about having a beautiful wife and kids?” I nod this time. “What if I told that I wanted all that, and that your time with me wasn’t wasted? Unlike the others doctors, your approach was different. It seemed like you actually cared about what I had to say instead of just writing down stuff in your book. I want to have a normal life.. with you, lovely.”

My hand meet the back his; my eyes fluttering shut to prevent more tears from escaping. “I don’t know if we can ever have that after what you’ve done.” 

she’s not afraid: 3

au: in which y/n finds interest in the geek seated in the corner.

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“So Y/N,” Luke smiled cheekily, “are you ready for our date?”

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Pairing AU: Chlonette Oceans Eleven/heist AU

“Ah, and the heiress has arrived. Took you long enough.”

Chloe slipped into backseat of the car, waved goodbye to the gentleman standing at the entrance of the restaurant, and rolled her shoulders back into the leather seats. “These things require patience, darling. I understand it’s a foreign concept to you.”

Marinette rolled up the tinted windows and took off her fake frames as she pulled away from the curb and followed the flow of traffic. “I didn’t know it would take you three hours to seduce a man. You’re usually a bit quicker than that.”

“This coming from the woman I managed into my bed in under an hour.” She slid her fingers underneath the lace of her black wig and sighed in relief as she threw it on the seat next to her. 

“I have a weakness for whiskey sours. Lucky guess.” Marinette watched Chloe through the rearview mirror as she removed her cap and pulled out the bobby pins holding up her blonde curls. “Did you get it?”

Chloe reached into her bra and pulled out a small thumb drive. “Full schematics of the museum, locations of all cameras and wire taps, and a schedule of all the guards, courtesy of Alya. Passed it off to me right before she ducked into Adrien’s car.”

Marinette laughed. “I told you M. Dujardin loved brunettes.”

“Oh, he was so awful,” Chloe whined. “Touching my knee, rubbing my shoulders, and talking about taking me back to a hotel – my hotel! – for a fuck? He smelled like he was drowning in every Gaultier cologne known to man. I wanted to die.”

“Hey, I told you that dress would be perfect for distracting him. I designed it myself.”

Chloe smirked. “I did look gorgeous, didn’t I? Alya snuck right past him. Poor fool didn’t know what hit him.”

“I prefer you blonde,” Marinette winked through the mirror. “Although if you want to keep that dress on tonight as we celebrate your first successful con, I certainly wouldn’t complain.”

“The heist is tomorrow. No need to prematurely celebrate.”

“Speak for yourself,” Marinette chuckled, rifling through the small boutique bag next to her and pulling out something black and lacy from out of the piles of tissue paper. “That dress is part of a matched set and I’m very curious to see how it looks on a live model.”

“Only you would make a dress for me specifically for a heist just so you can rip me out of it later.”

“Hey, you said it yourself,” Marinette shrugged. “I’m incredibly impatient.” 

The Contest-Part 10

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N:  My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, @oriona75

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Cliff, Emily (OC) other Supernatural cast and crew

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Jared walked over to the bar and poured another drink, which he downed in one swallow.

“Where is this coming from, Jared?” I asked.   “It was just a song I like. Why are you reading so much into it?” I sat down on the couch and waited for an answer.

When he sat down he didn’t look at me.  “Gen is getting remarried.” He said suddenly.

“Is that what this is about?  Do you still have feelings for her?” I suddenly was afraid of his answer.

He finally looked at me.  “I’m in love with you. You are the only one I want to be with.” He said firmly. “I’m happy for Gen, but that’s it.”

“Then what are you so upset about?” I demanded. “I don’t understand!”

“Gen’s getting her second chance, and I want mine!” He said angrily.   “We wasted so much time and soon the season will be over.  I don’t want you to leave!  Don’t go back.   I want you to stay with me.”

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A Trio of Nerds

A short one-shot for Day 2 of @yooranweek : Cosplay

Saeran’s putting the finishing touches on Yoosung’s eyeliner when Saeyoung pops his head in the door of Saeran’s room, grinning ear to ear. “Done yet?” he asks, already in his own outfit, wig and contacts securely in place.

“Yeah, yeah, just let me finish Yoosung’s eyes,” Saeran grumbles, leaning just a little closer and moving on to the eye shadow. This is a more complicated than how he normally does his own eyes - mainly because the character Yoosung is cosplaying is technically female - and so it’s taking a little longer for him to try to make it as accurate as possible. There was some debate as to what to do with it, initially; should Yoosung play her as a female, should she be ftm trans or just do a male version? Eventually they decided to keep Yoosung as Rose herself rather than mess around with any of the other things. Saeyoung already had most of the necessary items to help him look like a girl, so it wasn’t much trouble outside of Yoosung waffling back and forth on how he felt about it.

“There.” Saeran steps back and observes his work, Yoosung blinking startlingly green eyes up at him. It’s a little unnerving, seeing him with such a different color, but he imagines it’s much the same seeing himself with blue eyes and Saeyoung with dark brown.

The biggest difference for the twins is their hair, both wearing wigs to hide their thick red locks. Saeran’s wearing one with a high hairline and short, dark brown hair whereas Saeyoung’s wearing short black hair with a lower hairline.

“So,” Yoosung asks, standing up from the edge of the bed and tugging his shirt down when it tries to bunch up. “Do we look like them?” He stands next to Saeran, smiling at Saeyoung.

Saeyoung enters the room properly and brings a finger to his lips in thought. “Blonde hair with your roots showing, tied back just like she wears in the episode with the rest of that outfit… leather jackets, one cutie and one grump… yep, definitely the Doctor and Rose!”

Saeran groans while Yoosung cheers. “Do I really look like a girl, though?” he asks, head tilting to the side curiously. “It feels weird to wear a… a bra.” The last word is whispered, like it’s a secret between the three of them that no one else can hear.

Both twins laugh, though Saeyoung’s is loud and free while Saeran’s is more of a fond chuckle than anything else. “Don’t worry, you make a cute girl,” Saeran says with a smile, reaching out to run his thumb over Yoosung’s lips. “You wear that outfit better than Rose does.”

“Really?” Yoosung straightens in pride, flaunting the Union Jack t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans he’s in. “I am thinking of keeping the shirt to wear normally after all of this.”

“Do,” Saeran encourages, pulling him into his side. “It’ll be cute.”

“And what about me, do I look like Rose’s jealous ex-boyfriend?” Saeyoung says, sidling up to the other side of Yoosung and wrapping his arm around his waist.

“You always look like the jealous ex-boyfriend.” It’s said in a deadpan tone but Saeran’s not actually kidding; he knows Saeyoung is also in love with Yoosung. Thankfully he’s a lot more graceful about it than Mickey ever was.

 Leveling a pout at Saeran, Saeyoung sighs heavily. “So grumpy all the time. What do you think, Yoosung?” He steps back and does a 360 degree turn, showing off the tan t-shirt touting ‘Know your roots!’ on it underneath a classic NES controller.

 Giggling, Yoosung nods. “The best Mickey I’ve ever seen,” he agrees, earning him a proud grin.

 “The trio is ready to go take the con by storm!” Saeyoung calls out, bolting out of the room without waiting for either of them. Saeran rolls his eyes and starts to follow, glancing down at Yoosung in surprise when he feels him tug at his jacket.

 “Don’t forget this, Doctor,” he murmurs, opening up the jacket to place a ‘working’ sonic screwdriver in the inside pocket. “Or we’ll be in trouble if we’re caught.”

 “Not if I bring a banana,” Saeran retorts with a smirk, linking their arms.

 “That’s to a party, not to a convention.”

 “Same thing, dork.”

Midnight, Texas  - Ep. 7 “Angel, Heart”

Can I just say, yet again, how this show has definitely improved over the last 6 weeks! It’s not perfect, but it’s improving at a much faster clip than I anticipated. It’d be a shame to see it canceled and left to just 1 season, but NBC being NBC, I’m prepared to say goodbye at the end. 

With that in mind, here’s my review/rambling reactions for last night’s episode. And as usual, spoilers ahead…

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  • OK. That dying hand hitting the glass outside of Manfred’s house was in the trailer for this week’s episode, and I’m a little disappointed that it wasn’t actually a part of the story for this week. Shame on you for misleading me, writers! Or shall I say, film editors. Shame!
  • Again, I’m back with wanting to give Fiji a hug. 
  • Damn it, Chuy! Do you want your man said and stay away so you can be safe! You are so hard-headed. … Oh, I can’t stay mad at you. You’re much too adorable. 
  • I genuinely feel sorry for Creek, but I also feel sorry for Manny. He’s really trying to help her. He didn’t do anything wrong in their relationship, and yet she has all this misplaced anger toward him. 
  • I don’t know how heavy the average pulpit lectern may be, but I suspect it’s far too heavy for most people to pick up with one hand and throw. With that said, when the Rev did just that, I thought it looked a little weird. Like it was both easy and awkward for him. Does that make sense?
  • When Bowie kicked in the door of Joe’s studio and yelled, I almost laughed and thought, “That was unnecessary!” But Bowie does tend to lean on the melodramatic side.
  • Best line of sass this episode– 
    Joe, to Lem sitting in his silk pajamas: “How you doing, Lem?”
    Lem: “I’m up during the day. That’s how I’m doing.”
  • When Fiji looked shocked that Bobo was also invited to Olivia and Lem’s place for the meeting and said, “You’re here too?” I was like, “Bitch, he can go places too! Stop being petty.” #StillLoveFijiButComeOnGirlBeReasonable
  • I have no idea what to make of that scene where Xylda enters Manny’s body so Bowie can’t read his mind. Other than that when Bowie slammed Manny’s head against the RV’s ceiling, I burst out laughing. The rest I’m just going to ignore.
  • I wanted to say “Awww” over Joe and Chuy’s “meet-cute,” but the bit about the sandals made me laugh because all I could think of was what century was this?! 
  • How much do I love that Chuy was a Mama’s boy?! LOL! Now I need a Chuy-fanfic backstory. Preferably one involving the relationship with his mother. Did she ever meet Joe? How do you raise a child who’s half demon/half human? If she was human and Chuy’s been alive for centuries, she must be dead by now, but how did she die? So many questions that even a second season probably won’t answer. Need. Fanfic.
  • Thank you, Olivia! I agree with her. Joe and Chuy are telling you now. There was literally no reason to tell you before. Stop being angry like someone did you wrong, Fiji. Joe and Chuy aren’t Bobo.
  • Bobo in that scene with Fiji where they talk about secrets, he looks like such a sad sack I can’t help but feel sorry for him. I get Fiji is upset and she’s 100% allowed to take her time with this, but man, did he look pitiful right there. 
  • Bobo: “And I love you”
    Fiji: … “OK”

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  • I’m happy that everyone got a little bit of character development this episode even if they weren’t the focus of the story – Olivia doesn’t want to be turned by Lem and now he must come to terms with her decision; Madonna got the money for the restaurant through some nefarious means that we better learn about sooner or later dammit!; and the Rev’s transformation into a weretiger actual heals him from any broken bones and possibly more ailments in general.
  • Favorite dialogue of the episode:
    Joe: “When the veil starts to tear, a hero will rise. He will lead an army to fight the evil that emerges and seal the veil forever.”
    Manfred: “Wow, we should call this person.”
    You ass! You know he’s talking about you. LOL!
  • Say what you want about Manny, he is definitely ride or die for the woman he loves.
  • I love how Joe is so unfazed by the idea of Manny turning him over to Bowie to save Creek. This is certainly not a man angel that is easily jarred.
  • Did the writers really have to make Manny look so stupid with his Uncle’s finger? Not once. But twice!? That was just mean.
  • You know, I’m really sick of Creek (and her family) calling Manny a con artist or scam artist. She’s literally never seen him hurt anyone who wasn’t trying to hurt someone in the town. Ever since she’s met him, he’s done nothing but try to help people. Sure, he’s hurt people before he came to town, but he was trying to make it right well before he met Creek. It’s easy to be perfect when you never go anywhere or do anything. I get that she’s hurting, but she stood in judgment of him well before she found out her father & brother were a coalition of crazy.
  • It’s interesting that Chuy didn’t start to turn into his demon-self until Joe got involved and started fighting Bowie. It’s like he could control his demon side fine until he saw that his man was in danger. 
  • Jason Lewis’ stunt double has a really bad wig. Just saying.
  • I felt like that “Chuy, no!” wasn’t very emphatic there, Joe. As a matter of fact, it was pretty weak. Like you really didn’t mean it, and perhaps indeed wanted Chuy to rip her throat open. … Just saying. ;-)
  • Wow! When an angel dies, it really is spectacular!
  • What did Demon!Chuy do to Lem? Did the attempt to leech him somehow poison Lem? Does this mean the only person who can defeat Demon!Chuy is Joe?
  • OK. The bit where Manny was trying to hide from Demon!Chuy was both stupid and hilarious. They really do have a way of making Manny look silly at times. 
  • In 7 episodes so far, we’ve only seen Joe lose his typical even-keeled, cool-as-a-cucumber self three times, and twice was in this episode. 1) Last week, when he and the Rev argued about Joe telling everyone that the veil was fraying and Joe insisted he needed to keep everyone in the dark to keep Chuy safe. I think that’s the first time we hear him raise his voice. 2) This episode, when Joe sees Bowie from the upstairs’ window of their shop/studio/apartment. For the first time, he honestly looked like he was on the verge of panic. And 3) when he tells Demon!Chuy that he will kill him if he has to, but it will destroy him inside too. His voice was shaking in that moment, and I don’t think we’ve ever seen Joe Strong look so … anything-but-Strong.
  • Awww, Fiji. She really is a bundle of nerves. I really hope she lets Bobo have a second chance. I have a feeling with the veil fraying, she’s going to need her wits about her more than most.
  • So did Joe leave with Chuy this time? Or did he send him away like he did last time? Chuy said, “We got to go.” Not “I got to go.” But I really don’t see Joe abandoning Midnight with the veil tearing apart. Or maybe he would. He did almost lose Chuy. Who knows?
  • I completely understand Creek’s perspective, but again, Manny didn’t do anything wrong in their relationship the entire time they were together. He’s not perfect, and the worst thing he ever did, he tried to make right well before Creek asked him to stay. Creek does need time and space to heal, but it sucks that Manny was all-in on her, and it never really felt reciprocated. He was a good boyfriend, and it’s a shame things didn’t work out.
  • My take: I’m not worried about Manny leaving town. He’ll be back. Whether he knows it or not.

Oh my damn! Next week has 2 episodes of Midnight, Texas. One on Monday night, and another Tuesday night.

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Man, I’m going to miss this show when it ends. ::looking at you, NBC::

Ewan McGregor says his 'Fargo' character is like Trump

Ewan McGregor likes being his own worst enemy. Twice on the big screen he’s double downed against himself, played opposing roles in the same film - first in 2005’s The Island as an evil designer and his good clone, and then in 2015’s Last Days in the Desert, playing both Jesus and the Devil. So we’re not surprised the 46-year old Scottish actor was lured to the small screen for his first-ever series TV role with the chance to play another double act in Fargo season 3.

However, portraying the slick Minnesota parking lot king Emmit Stussy and his and downtrodden parole officer brother Ray presented some unexpected obstacles. The actor recalls first sitting with showrunner Noah Hawley for lunch in Los Angeles after having shot Trainspotting 2 for which he got into the best shape of his life to play a junkie-turned-fitness obsessive. Hawley revealed “Ray” is heavy-set, and McGregor optimistically suggested using prosthetics and padding for the effect. Hawley looked him square in the eye, the actor recalled, and said: “You’re going to have to gain weight.” So McGregor did. Oh, and his characters’ wigs would fit better if he shaved his head - so he did that too. And of course, he has to master not one but two slightly different versions of that notoriously tricky Fargo-ian accent.

The actor gets to show off his gorging with a nude scene in the first episode as Ray. The Fargo team knew the transformation was effective when “Ray” confused newcomers to the set. Costar Carrie Coon recalls chatting with actress Olivia Sandoval (who plays officer Winnie Lopez) after she first met McGregor in his Ray costume during her first day on set. “She’d never seen it before, and she was just thinking, Boy, Ewan McGregor is just not looking good,’” Coon says laughing. “She really thought he was letting himself go! That just speaks to the level of detail.”

Below McGregor spoke to EW about the roles:

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: So how did a TV role - or in this case, two - first get on your radar?
EWAN McGREGOR: I was considering this other TV idea I had been approached about when I went skiing in Utah, and we bumped into a TV producer from FX. He asked me if I’d seen the Fargo series. I said no - I thought it was a silly idea to make a TV series out of such a well-known and -loved movie. I didn’t really get it. He said, “You should take a look and get back to me. We’re casting the third season now, and we’re looking for an actor to play two brothers who aren’t twins.” I thought that was quite intriguing. So when I got home, I watched [both seasons], and I thought, “F-ing hell, it’s so clever. ” [Showrunner Noah Hawley] made something feel like Fargo that wasn’t with the same characters or set in the same time, but he did it.

You’ve played two characters in the same project twice before. What’s the appeal?
I like the challenge of playing two different people in something. I thought it was a really wonderful opportunity, and I’ve been proven right. The cast is brilliant. I love the pace of it; we shoot so much more in a day than on a movie. It’s much more satisfying than when you have a big-budget movie and get only a couple shots a day.

That’s interesting because many movie actors who dip into TV complain about the pace; they find it too fast.
Yeah, it’s not true, really. I don’t like doing 20 takes. I don’t know what I’m doing differently after five. I tend to find what I’m trying to do in the first few takes. The other thing is having the director changing [as different directors shoot different episodes]. I’ve never experienced that before.

If the offer had been for only one of the brothers, not a dual part, would you still have signed on?
I don’t know. It’s possible, but I probably wouldn’t have been as excited by it. I might have been. It’s difficult to know because it was always going to be this way.

How did you go about helping to figure out how to play the two characters?
I concentrated on Ray to begin with. Noah wanted him to feel more downtrodden by life. I put on a lot of weight. I wear some padding too. We concentrated on his heft and receding hairline, and there are three pieces of prosthetics. We also got rid of my cleft chin. Once we got that look, we got into Emmit. It was Noah who thought, “If you’re going to get Ewan McGregor to play two parts, let’s have neither look like him.” I thought it was a great idea. Emmit is healthier and more upright. I wear a Spanx T-shirt that I squeezed into. It keeps me more upright too. I also wear brown contacts. But then I realized I had to make them feel different too. They couldn’t just feel like me in a costume. I wanted them vocally to be slightly different. I think it’s worked. I’ve seen the first two episodes. I wasn’t watching thinking, “That’s me,” I watched it believing in both.

I guess you had to not only learn the Fargo accent once, but two different ways then?
It’s tempting to look at Bill Macy [in the Fargo film] for the men as a go-to example. But his accent was very linked to that character. I think my accent is not as strong. But it’s a very difficult accent to do, because as a British person, a lot of it sounds Irish, and you can feel like you’re doing a bad Irish accent.

Which character was more fun to play?
Ray. Everybody enjoys Ray more on set, too. It’s really interesting to play somebody who’s so pissed off at life. He feels like his brother took advantage of him when he was younger. And when you see him with his cons, he’s quite a dick, but when you see him with Nikki [Mary Elizabeth Winstead], he’s a totally different guy. He’s completely in love with Nikki, this drop-dead gorgeous con. He can’t quite believe his luck. He’s waiting for the curtain to be drawn back and realize it’s all a hoax.

And Emmit?
Emmit is interesting, playing him during this whole Trump affair. He sort of epitomizes capitalism and the businessman, and he’s got a very thin skin, and he’s quick to blame other people for his own mistakes. There are moments I feel like are his Trump moments.

I heard there were a couple of moments on set when people didn’t recognize you?
We did some pre-shoot camera tests, and I was dressed as Ray and talking to this car guy who came in to look after the cars. We had quite a long conversation, about a half hour, about Ray’s Corvette and what modifications have been done. The next day, they scheduled for me to do some driving with him to get used to driving on snowy roads, and this time I was dressed as myself. And he said, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” And I said, “No we met last night.” And he said, “Nope.” And I said, “We had a long conversation about the car.” And he was adamant he had never met me before. I pulled up a photo of Ray on my phone and said, “Did you meet this guy?” And he couldn’t believe it.

Ray and Nikki are competitive bridge players. Did you learn how to play for your scenes?
People spend a lifetime learning to play bridge well. I had an hour’s lesson, and I will never understand it. I learned how to move the cards about properly, and that’s it.

You were also shooting in Calgary where it was minus-20 on some night shoots, I hear?
It’s no joke. The cold, the hours in makeup, going from one character to another the same day - it’s a challenge, and that’s the kind of challenge you’re always looking for as an actor. I’ve had to stretch myself in order to do this, and that’s great.

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Wash That Con Right Out Of Your Hair! -- A guide to washing your wigs!

Hi everyone! 

So in light of a recent conversation, the topic of washing a wig came up! Being the ever helpful person I am, I decided to make a little tutorial on how I wash out my wigs. This can be used for getting out product that you may have used to style it, or it’s just really gross. (Summer cons, I am looking at you)

That being said, I do have a few disclaimers I want to address! First of all, this method is my way. I am in no way a wig expert. But this works well for me. Next, I am using a wig purchased from Arda-Wigs. Their fibers are high quality Hiperlon , so they can stand the heat! If your wig is Kanekalon , or if you just don’t know, do a little more hunting before using this guide! :3

It is also recommended to use an actual wig shampoo. But I am cheap…. SO here we are. Now lets get started! :D

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Halloween: From Freaks to Spirit Halloween and why we hate this Holiday

Let’s call this person Mari. Mari and I were good friends and we work together at Joanne Fabrics.

Mari and my other coworkers knew I cosplay a lot. Coworkers are okay with it and they think its neat, Mari doesn’t.

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Friday Highlights - Dragon Con

The panel: 

  • Bob was supposed to be at this panel but he was filming last night so his plane got in late. He wasn’t at the panel or at the Walk of Fame for autographs today but he’ll be present the rest of the week.
  • We started a little late because Jarod and Lindsey got stuck in downtown traffic.
  • The moderator announced Jarod’s name wrong and called him Jarod Jacobs instead before correcting himself. Literally no one let this go and it became a running joke through the panel. 
  • When asked by the moderator what he’d like to see for his character next season, Jarod brought up Minty all on his own and the whole audience cheered loudly. ( @sassamyblake this one is for you)
  • Jarod said that in the beginning, his character wasn’t all that big so he didn’t really get a lot of direction on it so he kind of went his own way. His natural thing is to be really sarcastic and snarky so that’s the way he went with Miller and it really stuck with the fandom and the writers started writing him that way.
  • Lindsey said the whole ALIE and Becca backstory was really interesting to her and she loved learning about that.
  • They all loved season 1 and how the delinquents got to hang and chill together. They would like to see more of this. 
  • Season 4 is going to be very different from other seasons but will be reminiscent of season 1. Lindsey said it would be like season 1 and the Ark story but on a bigger scope.
  • Lindsey and Jarod both said that the characters constantly have so much shit thrown at them that they don’t have time to sit back and plan so they’re mostly winging it and trying their best.
  • Lindsey said that when people are under pressure they make irrational decisions but they’re just trying to do the best they can with the information they have at the time.
  • BTS: they goof around a lot and try on each other’s wigs. 
  • Bob messes with people when they’re in a scene with him and it’s their coverage. He makes them laugh.
  • Lindsey said they’re all like a family instead of friends. They genuinely like each other and get along really well on set. Sometimes they also get in arguments.
  • Lindsey and Bob recently got in an argument over a scene (for s4) because they had different thoughts about where their characters were coming from but then they talked it out and it was cool and they hugged it out.
  • Lindsey says that sometimes scenes are so full of emotions that they all get really passionate about their characters and it’s hard to turn it off when the camera is off so things might get heated and they’ll get in arguments but then they snap out of it and hug it out because they’re all like family.
  • Lindsey said writers are really cool about talking things out with the actors if they have different interpretations. It really helps her see new perspectives that she sometimes might not have considered.
  • For example, when she read the Bellamy and Raven having sex scene, she was like “WHAT???? why?????” because she didn’t see that coming but then she talked it out with the writers and they explained that Raven was basically hate-fucking him so that helped Lindsey understand it more. 
  • Lindsey likes when people ship Raven with happiness. She said she does too, that’s the endgame ship.
  • Jarod would like to explore more vulnerabilities with Miller and like to see him chill and have fun.
  • Lindsey said it would be cool to see a ruined city in season 4 from today’s world. Or like known landmarks but in ruins. Just any place from today’s world but in the world of The 100.
  • Jarod says he loves playing an LGBT character and it’s really exciting for him. He said bring it own, he is extremely excited to be an LGBT rep on the show. Gracefully handled a question that was trying to stir up the L.ex.a controversy and was subtly hinting that Miller got revealed as gay because L was getting killed off. 

The Walk of Fame (Autograph, etc):

  • Jarod Joseph is the literal chillest person ever. Like we just hung around and chatted with him and he was so chill and just running around and being random and silly? I love 73246283476234% more now.
  • I told him his videos of the antis were hilarious and made my day and he laughed his adorable evil laugh and got really amused and was like “you know what? they haven’t said anything since.”
  • I told him I loved his beard and he should always keep it and he was like “I’m really happy to hear that because I hate shaving.” I was like yess great please never shave!
  • He said they were filming this week and we’re gonna love it.
  • When I purchased my Lindsey autograph, I scooted over to Jarod’s side to put my wallet back and he was being his adorable goofy self and he looked at the signing picture of Lindsey I picked and was like “wow she’s so pretty!” and I was like “Yes she is!! And you are very pretty too” he laughed and was like “thank you! You are very pretty too” LOL.
  • Lindsey is literally the sweetest person ever and an actual ray of sunshine??? I didn’t get to spend as much time around her because her lines were so long.
  • I told her that she is an amazing actress and she should have already won an Emmy if the Emmy’s weren’t so biased. She told me I need to become the Academy president and she would vote for me lol. She even wrote that on my autograph and it’s still making me giggle. 
  • Poor Lindsey was trying to sneak in food bites in between autographs.

I’m probably forgetting stuff but this is the gist of it. Still got three more days to go! I’m so excited to see Bob and Sachin and creep on Jarod and Lindsey again! WEEEE. 

For Once, The Homestuck Was Not The One Causing The Issues

The people involved:

Me: Narrator
My Best Friend: Portugal
Weeb 1: Catalonia
Weeb 2: Squeaker
(I named them after my cats cuz swag)

Alright so,
There was a con that was going to be in my home state, but unfortunately, I was out of state for school. I had arranged it with Portugal to drive back home to my state and grab them so we could go to our hotel, and convention it up. Unfortunately, as the drive back home is 7+ hours, it costs a lot of money for gas, and cons are not that cheap either. So we decided to invite two people: my school chum Squeaker, and Portugal’s friend Catalonia. Squeaker was going to drive back home with me and go to the con, splitting the expenses, and it was all going to be okay.

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justsupermione requested: “I was just wondering if you could write about Sheldon and Amy secretly meeting at this years comic con… wearing matching costumes, giving each other hickies and making a tape in which they are affection with each other.”

Hey.  Thanks for the prompt.  I’m sure this isn’t exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

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Wigs vs. Dye vs. Spray

A post about my experiences with dye and spray-in colour, and why I recommend using wigs over other methods. 

In many cases wigs are a better option than using your actual hair and the majority of cosplayers do wear wigs. This doesn’t mean you must always wear a wig or that a wig is your only option, only that they have a lot of benefits over the other method. Such as:

  • Wigs are easier to style, since you can turn it around and easily view it from different angles. Not necessarily something you can do with your own head, especially if you don’t have a helper. 

  • Wigs can be taken off. This means that you’re not stuck with funky hair colours when you go to work or the hassle of washing out hairspray / gel / glue.
  • Wigs are re-usable. You can take them off and save the style for the next time you wear the costume, and the next time, and the next. You can also re-use the same wig for different costumes if you can take out the styling. 

  • Wigs can let you do things you can’t do with your own head. You can make the wig as full as you need to, or build complicated styles. You can style the wig with wood glue or silicone caulk or other crazy things. You can also build frames for crazy structures and cover over those frames with wefts.Also you can poke wires through them or hot glue things to the wig. 

  • Regular hair can get a greasy look, especially if you’re sweating a lot, from being hot in the convention area or it being a warm day. Wigs can hide other things, like dandruff or thinning hair.

  • Wigs are one consistent color (unless you choose otherwise), while your hair might have issues with certain dyes, color can wash out, or the roots might show depending on when the job was done.

  • Wigs can be dyed, cut and styled long before the convention, meaning that you’re spending less time getting ready at the con. The more time you can cut off getting ready, the more you can enjoy the convention. With regular hair, you want to get it cut right before the convention so it looks it’s best but that can eat into your costume crunch time.

  • Wigs also have re-sell value as long as they are in good condition. 

The biggest concern with wigs, when I first got into the hobby, was finding good ones for a decent price. Now it’s really easy to find pretty good wigs for less than $20 (depending on length) and even high quality wigs aren’t going to break your bank account. That means that getting your hair cut and dyed, especially if you’re going to a professional, is probably going to cost more than just ordering a wig. Something to keep in mind when making your decision on whether to buy a wig or use your real hair.

My wig colour meme showing examples of wigs and my dyed hair. 

Read more: Dye and Spray-In Colour 

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Sugarplumtoasters Eyebrow Coloring Tutorial!

As we all know, daaaaaaaamn cosplay make up is hard! Between having to wear wigs, poke our eyes with contacts, stab our bodies with needles, and wear uncomfortable shoes, we all know cosplay is a worthwhile experience. But you know what hurts? When looking back on the con photos of your perfect costume, and seeing your face not looking like you wanted. Make up is important in cosplay! So here’s a little tip for one of the more difficult parts of cosplay make up: Eyebrows!

What you’ll need:

  • Make up sponges/ also q-tips or those little eyeshadow qtip thingies
  • Eyeshadow in the color/colors you need!
  • Obviously you’re typical make-up concealer and foundation
  • Aaaaaaand the most important: cheap-ass facepainting crayons!

All of these things are super cheap, so don’t even worry about it!

Step one!

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First step is to apply the spirit gum! You want to go against the grain of your eyebrow first, it’s feels super weird and sticky, but that just means it’s working. Once you do that, you can go ahead and smooth your eyebrow back down normally, making sure you get enough on and apply enough pressure to make your eyebrow hairs as flat as possible. 

Step Two!

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Make up is the next part! This is the part where you’d do the rest of your cosplay make up as normal. Don’t worry about getting anything on your eyebrows, it’s okay. For my make up, I use bare minerals concealer for acne spots and stuff, and then my foundation is loreal true match, and my blush is an oooooold, ooold, old thing that I have that’s maybeline dream mousse. I don’t even know if they make it anymore, so i’ll be very upset when I run out. Okay, so do your make-up as normal, people!

Step Three!

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Now take that crayon and make it your bitch. I didn’t take the time to shape my actual eyebrow or none of that. I just shave them really thin for conventions usually so that I can draw on any eyebrow shape I need. The things we do for cosplay. But if you aren’t about that life, just go ahead and trace your own eyebrow like I do here! Start by outlining first, and then line the middle. Don’t scribble it like a real crayon though! Like woah man calm down! Nice even lines starting from the edge of your brow, following the grain. Once your eyebrow is all white, we can continue!

Step Four!

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Now just take that q-tip/eyeshadow thingie and carefully apply it to only the white! Be veeeeeeeeery careful! You don’t want to ruin your nice pretty make-up! And then you’re done! Wig time!

I really hope this helps some of you!

Submit Anon: Why NOT to Cosplay as Len!

Me: Len
Girlfriend: Rin
Friend 1: Miku
Friend 2: Kaito
Friend 3: Meiko
Friend 4: Luka
We went as these characters.

So I was in 8th grade, and had just started dating Rin (still am) and we were really into Vocaloid, and so were my friends, espicially my best friends Miku and Kaito. The six of us decided that we wanted to go to a convention, and we decided that we’d go as the ‘Main’ Vocaloids. (Miku, Rin, Len, Luka, Kaito, and Meiko.) We all made our costumes and they all looked pretty nice. We had all bought wigs, ‘cept for Meiko, because she already had simmilar hair to Meiko’s. The first day went off without a hitch. We all hung out together and got asked for some pictures. Now, I’d heard rumors of Cons and Hambeasts, but I didn’t think they were telling the truth. It seemed that I was right because no Hambeast disturbed us. The group got 2 different rooms in a hotel that were connected, because we had planned to spend three days there. On the second day, it was like the first day, except for one point straight in the middle of it. I was just talking to my friends, when suddenly I smell something like what would happen if you mixed skunk spray and sweat. Then somebody grabs on to me from behind and screams, “LEN-TANNNNNNN.” I actually fell down, crumbling to their weight. Once I had gotten up, I looked behind me. Before me stood the definition of a hambeast. Greasy hair, smell and stained ‘cosplay’ all pointed it out. She was a ‘Rin,’ I think. She had a shitty wig and a Kagemine Rin shirt on, spouting something mostly english, but with some broken Japanese mixed in. All I understood was, ’ Watsahi wa trying to find cosplay as good as watashi. You have cosplay just as good as watashi-chan.’ Then she saw Rin and said, ‘Ditch that baka for kawaii loli watashi-chan.’ Me and my friends are all thinking that she’s mentally insane weeaboo, which she was. I told her, “I already have a girlfriend and am not looking for someone. Especially not at an anime convention.” Then sjhe freaked out and pulled me away from my friends and putting my face against her boobs and saying, “Does that feel good?” I would have normally punched her in the face, but she got me stuck. Then she took it too far.
She started reaching her hand down into my boxers and I just freaked out and tried to knee her in the stomach, but I couldn’t, because I was stuck.
But everything was fine after that because the security came in and took her off of me with about 3 people. She then got arrested. The con was ruined for that day, but the next day, Rin helped me have fun, but I was still traumatized, and to this day, still haven’t worn that Len cosplay. It’s been a year since then.

Dean Oneshot: Me Too

So this one ended up being a whole lot longer than I expected, and I have no idea what comic-con is like, but I hope you like it!


Me Too

Dean slammed his fist down on the table in frustration. “There is literally no connection at all! How the hell are we supposed to find the damn thing if there’s no damn pattern to where he’s going?” he shouted.

Sam looked unimpressed with Dean’s outburst, offering a high-powered bitchface that was still impressive to you even after years of running with the Winchesters. “Dean, there’s got to be one, we’re just not seeing it. Take a break and cool off. We gotta find this thing.” he said.

You grinned at how easily Sam could read Dean. It was always amusing to you to see how well they knew each other; their brotherly bond was impressive. “Sam, what are the cities again?” you asked.

“Orlando, Baltimore, Pittsburgh, New York, and for some reason Phoenix.” he recited. “I don’t know if that’s the order, but Phoenix was definitely the last place.” he said.

You scrolled through the tabs on your laptop, half thinking about the case, and half thinking about finding a way to delay the hunt just enough to get to the last day of Comic-con in Phoenix. Suddenly, it clicked. “Guys. I’ve got the connection!” you cried.

Dean looked up from where he was sitting and staring frustratedly at the floor. “How?” he asked.

“Well,” you said. “I’ve been thinking about comic-con and how we’ve been missing it by just a little bit! All of our hunts tracking this guy have been taking us to cities where there are comic-cons, but he always moves on before we get him so we can never go. So, I think that the shifter is picking off people at comic-cons!” you finished, proud of your deductions.

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I Only Buy AUTHENTIC Japanese Items

Hey! Alright so. This one happened two years ago at a lovely convention called Tekkoshocon that is held in Pittsburgh, PA.

My husband, our friend, and I were chilling in an open area. We just got done with some panels and were figuring out what to do next. We usually spend out time in the dealers’ room and artists’ alley, so we were planning on going back to those next.

Before we could put that plan into action, this girl who I will call M, came up to us. She came up to us because of what her and I were wearing. Red and white sailorfuku in the style of Lucky Star. I wasn’t really~cosplaying~, I just felt like wearing it because I don’t cosplay anymore (financial issues) and it’s all I had that fit me from middleschool (20 at the time of this story now).

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