Ive been doing Supernatural photo ops for a long time now. Five years actually and i usually dont ever get nervous
anymore but doing this jensen misha op made me so freaking nervous cause i
literally was going have to drop my pants in a room full of people
especially Jensen and misha and chris.
I told iamalive volunteer worker what i was doing and she helped keep me calm so thank you sorry i didnt catch her name.
I was so anticipating their reaction i had no idea what they do. I
dropped my pants and misha broke out with YEAH and kind of waggled his
eyebrows at me like he was impressed. Jensen immediately facepalmed and
omg i got same reaction out of him that i got out of Richard ears ago
doing the infamous unicorn op. A OMG what has my life become type
oh god it’s one am, and i’m writing an essay on lance. wow. fucking hell man gg this is what your life has become kyasuu
Alright, let’s get started.
I’ve read a lot of posts about Lance becoming the Black Paladin from a canon perspective–his personality, and it would work better if he were the Black Paladin. And these posts are really, really good (I’m talking specifically about @ironinkpen‘s post on it, go read it haha.)
However, I haven’t seen that much on it from a more meta standpoint (it was actually touched upon briefly in ironinkpen’s post, but I haven’t seen one in depth about it) so I’m writing an essay. Before I start I’d like to thank @royalspaghetti for being my rubber duck and letting me talk about all of it and get my thoughts together. (Kinda, this is gonna be a fucking mess)
this is what hell looks like - an endless supply of klance AUs that i can’t get out of my head fast enough. SO HERE IS A CARWASH AU. keith has a job and lance spends too much money trying to distract him from it.
I have been musing on Elucien again (because this is what my life has now become devoted to) and I enjoy the similarity of these two lines:
‘And it was Elain—Elain—who sighed and murmured, “I hope they all burn in hell.”’
“Well, that explains the wings.”’
It’s got exactly the same set-up and sentence structure, same emphasis, same everything. But what I like most of all is that the phrases they spit out that seem unusual for them are 100% things that the other would say?
Elain’s ‘I hope they all burn in hell’ is just, straight up savage Lucien snark. And Lucien’s ‘well, that explains the wings’ is just so 100% Elain’s matter-of-fact, shrugging off chill (See: ‘Nesta did. I just stabbed him.’) Exactly the same tone. So there’s a little bit of the other inside each of them and that’s just beautiful, bless.
idk what my life has become but right now I am watching a stream of a britsh man playing GTA and by “playing” I mean taking a nice stroll on foot in first person through the city having a philosophical conversation with the twitch chat
****** I did some research on some of the songs for this story so I’m actually doing research now for one shots what has my life become. I hope you all know the extensiveness that has started to go into this craziness you’re all welcome damn.
Harry kept his album from you for quite some time. You instantly asked to listen to it, obviously, and after talking with Anne on the phone once you’d broke the news of your engagement to your families, you were shocked to find that Harry had already played it for her.
“You played it for your mum?” you cried, “What is so wrong about it that you can’t play it for me? What did I do?” you begged.
Harry just watched you fall apart while sitting in that damn yellow seat, smirking as you fumed at him and paced back and forth.
“How am I supposed to support you and sing along when I haven’t even heard your music?” you whined. You had gotten into his habit of twirling around your engagement ring whenever you were nervous, and Harry joked that if you kept doing that then you were accidentally going to lose it at some point.
“I want it to be special,” Harry said, standing from the seat and resting his hands on your shoulders, giving you a sincere smile as he used his index finger to lift your chin. “Don’t pout, angel,” he mimicked your pout. “I promise you’ll love it.”