#funniest thing I’ve made in eons

[teaitty]

:D two versions.

[yeojaa]

ANGELS & AIRWAVES (w. jjk)

He's never met you but you know how he sounds when he wakes up from a nap and his greatest fears.  You know the way he sings after a shower and that he could be mistaken for a dying seal when he's laughing too hard.  The best part?  You don't judge him for any of it - including the fact he's a filthy Widow main.  He might just love you.

alt summary.  Jeon Jungkook has a big fat crush on a girl he's never met.

pairing.  jeon jungkook

genre + rating.  fluffy crack.  general, for now.

warning / tags.  long-distance relationship, crushes, canon compliant (ish),  eventual happy ending, gaming, gamer!jungkook, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, overwatch.  tags are hard.  :( 

reading.   n/a.  a three part one-shot.

word count.  ~2750

part ii.

JUNGKOOK’S ROOM Sunday, 15 March, 2020.  2:01 AM.   

He falls for you in between the tireless teasing, the laughter that sinks into his ears and replays like a highlight reel.  It happens when he leasts expects it, when he's got his face pressed into the velvet of Yeontan's fur and you're cooing over voice chat, whispering sweet nothings to the manic panic pup.  It comes in the moments he's not expecting it to, when he's frustrated and unbearable and you're as sunny as always, spilling yellow paint across the doors he tries to keep shut.  

Bit by bit, day by day, he finds himself thinking of you more. 

First, it's wondering what you're doing while he's half-asleep and on his way to the studio.  Do you look as tired as you sound?  What colour is your hair and how does it stick up when you've just rolled out of bed?  When you yawn, do you stretch like a cat?  He thinks you do, if the sounds you make are any indication.

Then it's asking himself whether you might like the same things he does, from horror movies to carnival rides.  Would you hold his hand as you made the drop, stomachs leaping into your throats?  Would you scream?  Would it sound anything like that terrified pterodactyl noise you make when you're spawn camped by a Roadhog?  He doesn't consider the fact that he doesn't even know if you're in the same city and you'll likely never meet - bound to the servers of Overwatch only.  

He thinks about all the things he'd like to do with you.  Video game nights filled with butter-tipped fingers and spilled popcorn.  Walks with your family dog - Natto - you'd told him about, all fluffy white fur and dark teddy bear eyes.  Sunrises on the rooftop of his building, because you had the worst insomnia he'd ever seen and what better way to spend your endless waking hours than with him.  

Jeon Jungkook knows he'll probably never get any of these things, but he lets himself daydream anyway. 

Like now, for instance, as the two of you sit in another queue at 2 AM.  You just woke up and you've got that tell-tale rattle in your lungs, words sluggish and lacking any real intent.  He imagines you look the way you sound - tired and a little out of it, with barely opened eyes and sleep-loosened limbs.  

"How'd you sleep?"  He asks softly, crossing his legs beneath him and raising his arms high above his head in the same instance.  The bones of his body realign, ridges of his spine clicking into place when he knots his fingers together and pulls taut.  

"You know - the usual,"  you muse, apathetic.  It's always the same.  

He doesn't question it any further.  He had once or twice, when you'd first started talking and he'd noticed the way you were always up at inhuman times.  One grumbling response had told him enough - your schedule was what it was and no amount of remedying could fix it.  

There's a beat of silence before he hears rustling and then the loud, inescapable sound of an electric toothbrush.  You don't bother to mute your microphone, not that he minds.  He simply sits quietly, scrolling through his phone as you go about your "morning" routine.  

"How was your day?"  You're settled back at your computer, he thinks.  The acoustics sound far less like that of a bathroom.  

"I had the day off, actually."  He'd used it to edit some footage and record a cover.  He hasn't posted it to Twitter yet - there were certain times he was supposed to, to maximize visibility - but he's excited for when he does.  It's a song that's been stuck in his head for weeks, all thanks to you.

"Woah - you didn't work today?"  There's genuine surprise in your question, rounded syllables that pop off your tongue in an explosion of shock.

“Right?”  He laughs a little, short and sweet.

Despite his carefully crafted facade, there were certain plot points that just stuck, intrinsically weaved into his day-to-day whether he liked it or not.

His jam packed schedule, for instance. 

To you, it’s the result of stretching himself too thin between teaching at his friend’s dance studio (where he also apparently moonlights as a personal trainer) and working as a videographer for his media-involved friends.  Not that you know any of them.  No, no.  All the work he does is for the little guys - none of those big companies like BigHit or JYP.  Jungkook’s just your average Joe behind the camera.

“What did you do all day then?”  You’re still in awe, little flecks of wonder threaded throughout like glittering gold yarn.  

“Hung out.  Did some editing.  I’m kind of behind.”  That was an understatement.  He’s working on footage from six months ago, trying to get it out before they head on tour and he won’t have the kind of time he has now.  

“Probably spending too much time gaming.”  

“Yeah, probably.”  Not that he minds, or that he’d change it.  He savours the time you spend together, even if it has kind of messed up his sleep schedule.  

“Sorry not sorry,”  you quip, seemingly reading his mind.  

“You should be,”  he retorts with laughter that builds in his stomach and echoes out of his chest.  “I don’t think I’ve had a good night's sleep in weeks.”

If you hadn’t had this conversation a handful of times before, he thinks you might be offended.  Instead, he can practically hear you roll your eyes - imagines your optic nerve nearly severs with the intensity of it - and grins.

“Don’t kid yourself - you know I’m the best thing about your nights!”

You’re not wrong.  “You’ve been lied to.”

“I’m suing!”

“I’ll have my lawyer contact your lawyer.”

“Wait, what?” 

The two of you have done what you always do - talked yourself into a tizzy that has you both laughing, sound crackling across the airwaves.  It’s nonsensical and silly but it feels good.  Your bond shines with it, glitters prettily between you.

Thank god for Overwatch.

You return the conversation to a semblance of normalcy first.  “Did you listen to that song I sent?”

“Yeah.”  The briefest pause.  “It was terrible.  Hated it.”

“Oh, shut up!” 

“I’m kidding.  It was really good.”  Jungkook doesn’t tell you that he’s had it on repeat for the past few days, saved to the private playlist that’s filled with the rest of your song recommendations.  

“I know!”  You’re preening as if he’d just complimented you, clearly pleased by the praise.  He supposes it’s a pretty good endorsement regardless. 

“Got any more for me?” 

“I should just make you a playlist.”

He ignores the way his heart skips a very real beat, mimics the erratic rhythm of his fingers on his keyboard.  Because he’d absolutely love that.

“You should.”

“Really?”  You sound uncertain but maybe - just maybe - a little hopeful.  He might also just be imagining things, as he so often does with you. 

“Yeah.  Why not?”  It comes nonchalantly despite the rushing in his ears, the wave that threatens to drown him.  He can feel emotion in his chest - winged and distracting.  A kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering away. 

You’re quiet for another second.  It feels like an eon.  “Okay, yeah.  I’ll start one and we can just add to it together.”

BIG HIT ENTERTAINMENT’S GYM Thursday, 26 March, 2020.  6:30 PM.   

“You sound like a meathead,”  you say, off-hand and disinterested.  

He loathes the grunt that squeaks past his teeth as he gently returns the dumbbells to the floor. Cue a generous chug of water and a near death experience when the liquid goes down the wrong pipe. 

Loud coughing crackles through his airpods before he’s addressing you.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re grunting like a caveman.”

If your first comment hadn’t offended him, this one does.  Jungkook scoffs, tonguing the interior of his cheek as his brow furrows.  Weights are returned to his hands, rotated above each shoulder as he resumes another set of presses. 

“Do you even workout anything other than your fingers?”  He’s making a conscious effort not to make a sound, breath exhaled sharply through his nose.  It’s harder than he cares to admit but he’s also not about to give you an excuse to tease him further.  You already had way too much material.

“Don’t shame me!”  You really don’t sound that indignant.

“So, I’m right?  You’re a big couch potato who’s just jealous of my hot body?”

Now you’re incredulous.  It’s one of his favourite sounds because it comes draped in laughter, dancing around his head in the form of cartoon hearts. 

“Did you just say ‘hot body’, Jay?”

“Maybe I did.  What of it?”  He sniffs - he’s picked it up from you over the months - and your amusement doubles, giggles crashing into each other in their haste.  

“You are so, so weird.”  There’s a tenderness in your voice that he’d like to live in.  It wraps him up like a hug, tugging at his feeble little heartstrings. 

“Weird and hot.”

“You can’t just say that!”

“Why not?”  If anything, you’re the one person he can say it to.  With you, it’s the funniest joke he’s ever made.  It’s playful and silly, with no rhyme or reason.  He doesn’t have to worry about it being misconstrued or held against him. 

“You just can’t!  Only other people can say it.”  You sigh dramatically, from your chest.  “Do I have to teach you everything?”

“Everything but being healthy, probably.” 

“Har har har.”  

He can tell by how the words roll off your tongue, muffled and lacking clarity, that you’re eating.  He wonders if you’ve made pancakes - you’d been complaining about craving them just two days ago.  There are no tell-tale crunching or slurping, so he knows it isn’t your usual double whammy combo of ramyeon and Choco Boys.  

“I’ll have you know I used to run.”  Something about the way you say it makes him believe you, even though he wants to mock you a little more.  

“In gym class doesn’t count.”

“I used to run with Natto, you ass!”  Okay - so that actually sounded legitimate.

“Why don’t you still then?”

“There was an incident once.”  You’re sipping on something - likely coffee with oat milk and two pumps of hazelnut syrup.  It doesn’t matter that it’s dinner time and most people would be winding down for the evening.  “Because of my insomnia, I’d run at odd hours.  One day, some weirdo stopped me while I was running along the river.  He didn’t hurt me or anything—”  A part of him thinks you’re downplaying it but he says nothing, only waiting for you to continue.  “—but he followed me home.  I made the mistake of telling my parents and they freaked out so…” 

“So no more running by yourself.” 

“Yeah, exactly.”

“I’d run with you.”  It doesn’t mean much, but it’s the thought that counts.  

“Thanks, Jay.”  

Not for the first time, he wishes he could hear his name - his real name.  Just once.

“JUNGKOOOOOOOOOOK.”  It eats up every ounce of space of the gym, filling the room with the resounding boom of it.  How it manages to be so loud, he’s not sure.  He wishes it weren’t.  There’s no way you haven’t heard it.  

Especially not when it comes again, deafening even to his occupied ears. 

“JUNGKOOOOK-AH!”  Namjoon now, right as the double doors fly open.

Jimin’s barreling toward the alarmed maknae as he shouts.  “WE’RE DOING A VLIVE!”

Jungkook feels like his insides are melting  - his internal temperature spiking with embarrassment and worry and something that chants oh no! over and over in his head.  The tops of his ears are burning, as is the column of his throat.  A quick glance in the mirror confirms his suspicion that he is, indeed, bright tomato red.

“Jay?”  You repeat once, twice, when he doesn’t immediately answer.  “Everything okay?”

He moves with a speed he doesn’t expect, weights unceremoniously dropped on either side of him before he’s tearing his AirPods out.  “I’ve got to go. Sorry!”

He doesn’t end the Discord call a moment too soon, Jimin upon him in the next instant.  The smaller dancer is draping himself across Jungkook’s shoulders, the widest shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

“Want to join us for a VLive?”  

“No.  I’m busy.”  

“Busy with your girlfriend?”  Jimin’s wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.  He only stops when Jungkook shifts aggressively, tearing himself out from underneath the other.  

“Not my girlfriend!”  

“But you wish she was!”  

He can’t deny that, so he doesn’t bother, instead seizing his discarded weights with an embarrassed scowl permanently etched into the planes of his face.  He’s reracking them - because god, he’s not an animal - when he notices Jimin making his departure, that teasing smile replaced with something soft and edging on concern.

“What’re you going to do when we’re on tour?”

Jungkook blanches then.  You’d become such an undeniable part of his everyday life that he hadn’t even considered what it’d mean when he was busier than now, unable to spend late nights gaming with you. 

But Jimn’s already gone, leaving him and his thoughts alone.

JUNGKOOK’S ROOM Friday, 27 March, 2020.  12:05 AM. 

It’s close to midnight by the team he logs on.  Realistically, he should go to sleep.  He’s clean and worn out and his bed is calling to him like a siren at sea.  But you’re sitting alone in the channel, streaming Overwatch for no one to see, and he can’t just leave it at that.

He needs to say goodnight, like he always does. 

“Coming for my title as Headshot God?”   The quip’s off his tongue before you have a chance to acknowledge him, your laughter the first thing he hears once he’s connected.

“I’ve been waiting in this queue for seven minutes.  Seven!”  

It’s really not that bad.  The rare times you’d both queue for DPS were nearly double that.  

“Patience is key,”  he teases, slumping into his chair as he watches you click through your Hero Gallery.  You’re cruising seemingly aimlessly, roving through the different skins for your mains (Mercy, Ana, Genji, Ashe).  The silence between you is comfortable, interspersed only by the occasional munching he can only assume comes from the carrots you seem to inhale.

For all the junk you ate, you were somehow also weirdly into vegetables.  

“Patience sucks,”  you retort, matter-of-fact. 

“You know what else sucks?”  

It’s a rhetorical question and he knows you know, but because you’re you, you start listing things off just to get under his skin.  “Spiders?  Undercooked samgyupsal?  Not having coffee?  Your jokes?”

If he weren’t laughing so hard, he might’ve given you shit for making fun of his comedic genius.  He really doesn’t understand how you think he’s the unfunny one when all you do is crack puns.  

“I was actually going to say me,”  he finally manages in between those high pitched cackles of his.  

“Wait, why?”  You’re used to him having witty comebacks.

Edge of enamel worries his bottom lip and Jungkook can taste cherry Chapstick and what would be bashfulness, if it had a flavour.  “For earlier.”

You scoff, your own tinkling laughter tearing him out from inside his own head.

“It’s okay, goofball.”

He appreciates how laidback you are, never holding anything against him.  Not even when he hangs up on you or accidentally spams you with memes when you’re trying (and failing) to sleep.  “No.  I’m sorry.”  He says it earnestly, with all the meaning he can muster.  

MATCH FOUND flickers across his and your screen and you’re loading into hero selection.  He knows you’ll be too distracted once the game starts, so he’s grateful when you laugh again, sweet as summer.  

“Nothing to be sorry about.  Just tell me everything’s okay and we’re even.”  

Inhale, exhale.  Try not to tell her you have the biggest, stupidest crush on her,  he tells himself. 

“Everything’s okay.”  And he means it when he says it, though they aren’t the words he wishes he could say.  

“Good.”  

You’ve chosen Genji,  He smiles to himself when you join voice chat and the rest follow, greetings filtering in from your team members.  

“Good luck.”  You don’t need it.  He still likes to say it.

“You have an early day tomorrow, right?”  Leave it to you to remember his schedule even when he doesn’t.  

“Yeah, pretty early.”  

“Then go to bed!  I’ll still be awake when you’re up.”  

He lingers on that fact - holds it tightly in his hands so it can’t slip away.  You’d be there in the morning, just like you always were.  Knowing that stirs those same butterflies in his chest, words stolen by the overzealous beating of their wings.

You read his silence like they’re your own thoughts,  “I’m always here for you, Jay.”  

“Goodnight.”

"Sleep sweet."

notes.  this chapter is set four-ish months following the first, in case that’s not clear.  :) 

tag list.  @teawithbucky​ 

[keykeylocke]

100 Days My Prince Review

Warning: Spoilers

Rating: 3/3

I love this drama. It is the first K-drama I’ve ever watched. I would rewatch this and recommend it to anyone that likes historical or romantic dramas.

Summary

I-Seo and Yul were childhood friends, but became separated through the lust for power of the adults around them. Fifteen years later the two meet again under different identities. Prince Yul has been attacked by his father-in-law, but survives. Yul is found on the outskirts of a small village by the smoke signal operator Mr. Yeon. He is actually the man that adopted I-Seo after the insurrection, when her parents died. She now goes by the name, Hong Shim. 

Prince Yul got amnesia after he was attacked. Before he got attacked he made a decree for all single adults in the kingdom to get married. The headstrong Hong Shim is the last unmarried person in her village. If she does not become a nobleman’s concubine she will be flogged to death. To save her from this punishment Mr. Yeon brings Yul under the alias Won-deuk, and offers him as a man for Hong Shim to marry.

Can these two strangers live as man and wife? Will their past identities be revealed? Will the powers that be keep them apart?

Likes

-This is the funniest drama. There were so many good jokes about Won-deuk not being a good husband.

-The acting, everyone did a really good job. D.O. had the right emotions for his character Yul / Won-deuk. Nam Jihyun and Kim Seon Ho were very good as well.

-The love story between Yul and I-Seo was very cute.

-So many high energy fighting scenes

-The sets and costumes looked realistic

-The drama showed how the different classes lived in that time. A lot of time the royals made things more difficult for poor villagers.

-I liked the love triangle between Won-deuk, Hong Shim and Jung Jae Yoon. Jae Yoon was a good second lead. For a few episodes I wanted him to end up with Hong Shim. 

-I liked the little cartoon bear and rabbit in the outro.

Dslikes

-The ending. Yul basically had to beg I-Seo to marry him. It felt like he was so in love with her, but she really didn’t care that much about him. I know her character was very independent and didn’t want to be a princess, but the ending could have been a little more romantic.

-The death of Cha-eon happens too soon in episode 16. It made the rest of the episode quite anticlimactic.

Favorites

Favorite Characters

-Jung Jae Yoon: he was an interesting character. He was in between the noble world and peasant world, because he was the son of a concubine. His character was so funny and charming. It was so cute that he couldn’t remember most faces, but he remembered Hong Shim’s. This character is the reason for my Kim Seon Ho obsession(love).

-Mr. Yeon: He was so funny. He had the best facial expressions. Every decision he made as a character was to protect his daughter Hong Shim. I was really endeared by that.

Favorite Scenes

-When I-Seo sneaks into the palace to visit Yul and makes him porridge. I thought that was the sweetest thing.

-When So-Hye is in the cottage with her baby. We can hear the retelling of the dandelion story that Seok-Ha told her. It is such a beautiful scene.

[angrylizardjacket]

i’ll leave early {Machine Gun Kelly}

Anon asked: slow dancin’ with anybody you choose

A/N: 1173 words. I could have used this prompt more effectively but life’s full of little disappointments. so there’s a party happening at my house in a few weeks and i’ve just been shitty and stressed about it because i get home late so i’ll arrive to the party late, but i was talking to boyo and i asked if i could hang out with him instead of going to the party altogether, and he said yes, because he said he probably wouldn’t go, and then he says ‘even if i do go, i’ll leave early’ and i almost cried, and that’s where the title comes from. First of the prompt renaissance. Written in an hour and a half. Musician!Reader, set in america, v soft and a bit uhh?? gentle angst i guess. Please give some feedback? It’s a bit experimental in style, I hope you enjoy!!

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He’s away, on tour, in hotel beds, in tour buses, away from you, and it’s June but it feels so cold. 

Life is static, holding down the fort, holding the torch, waiting, always waiting. So static it’s like you’re starting to lose feeling in your legs, your life; it’s June and you’re getting frostbite in the heat. Everything feels numb - come home, come home - and you sit at home watching his Instagram story, listen to his album, FaceTime him when you can, a brief reprieve.

Of course you could live without him, of course you are; you wear blush and a sun hat and look like you’re thriving, but you’re allowed to miss, allowed to want, allowed to feel the loneliness like it aches. He’s been gone for so long, and it feels like the days between phone calls get longer and longer and longer and longer.

He looks tired.

Stubble; cute but unkempt, and bags you can see beneath his eyes for the subtle dusting of concealer. He’s got his crew, got Slim and Rook and now he’s got Yungblud - so talented, so talented, so far away - but the way he speaks about the tour, he’s always on the move, always doing something or going somewhere or jumping around like it’s his God given mission. 

When you ask if he’s coming home soon, he gives the first real smile he’s given all conversation - soon, soon, always soon. He misses you, the words spill from his lips, from his smile; maybe it’s not the sun thawing you this balmy June morning.

Like moves on, moves forward, drags you with it, it won’t let you stop, won’t let you freeze, won’t let you stagnate too much. Meetings and interviews and recording sessions your own career staggers forwards, one foot in front of the other into the future. The world holds it’s breath waiting for what you’ll deliver, you along with them without him there to help fight off the self doubt that’s made a home for itself in your studio.

He’s proud, you don’t see it but he’s proud. He catches your interviews when he can, listens to the samples you send. He won’t hold his breath with the rest of the world because his words to you are reassurances, without hesitation, without reservation - you’ve got this; you’ve always got this. Between nights out and days prepping for performances, you’re the constant against the landscape that’s become an impressionist blur beyond the tour bus windows.

You look tired.

Interview makeup and hair done by hands that aren’t yours, the downturn of your lips is the most real thing about you, the yawn that claws it’s way up your throat is all your own. Telling him you’re fine, you can’t quite smile. Beautiful but a little tragic.

July feels like an eon, and he’s melting, unfocused in the heat. Screaming fans and a new sound and lyrics that might be too honest, he feels too raw already. No time to recover.

Of course he could live without you, without the rumours that follow him, the allegations of cheating that he knows aren’t true and hopes you don’t believe and wishes would die down. Everyone seems to know everything about the two of you before either of you do. 

How did it come to this, to missing you like a physical ache, like a punch to the gut, like a phantom limb. He thinks he lives his life on the tight rope between fucked up and being fucked over; when it gets bad he tries to pick fights, to push you away, to keep you safe, but you stay despite reason. Finally, finally, words will die in his throat when the fight’s left him, like you’ve sapped the frustration and the fear and the - the rage, the fucking rage at all the shit the world’s put him through - and he’s left standing in his kitchen with your arms around him. The ringing in his ears turns to you. Can’t get rid of me that easily. He doesn’t want to.

So when you call, looking weak, exhausted, and it’s all he can feel too, he tells you to pack your bags, that he’s flying you out to wherever he is. He can’t come home, he’s still on tour, but he’ll bring his favourite piece of home to him. 

You ask what you’ll even be doing there, and he answers - anything, anything you want.

You can’t say what you want. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

“When I get there, what if you’re doing something?”

“I’ll leave early.”

Maybe you hug for too long in the airport, maybe you can hear people whisper and see phones photographing you, and maybe you don’t care. It’s been so strange, to be away for so long, to know he left an important interview to come pick you up, to realise you’d put your life on hold just to see him again on the other side of the country. It’s worth it. He won’t let you go and it’s so worth it.

All you want is to rest, to rest and to be with him. Quietly he’s thankful, he’s remembering just why he loves you, he’s glad you always somehow know exactly what he needs. Pizza in his hotel room behind a locked door, a plush bed with his arm around you while you watching fucking cartoons and you laugh like they truly are the funniest things in the world. The world outside the window lights up with the excitement of a Saturday night, but the curtains are drawn and you’ve brought a sample of the songs you’ve been working on. 

It’s raw, tone little tired, a little forlorn, slower than your usual stuff, but painfully heartfelt. But he’s nodding along. Getting to your feet, you’re offering a hand, offering a dance and a smile and he could never say no to that. Not the expected reaction, but a welcome comfort for you both. Swaying - gentle, gentle, the world doesn’t get to see him gentle - he listens to the lyrics, the melody your heart beats to. His arms are around you when you turn bashful, apologetic, the style’s unexpected, not your usual, an experiment, a moment of honesty, but he bats it away - don’t apologise, never apologise. He holds you closer, listens to the lyrics, the workshop in his mind already dissecting it, already looking forward to working on it with you if you asked him to - you will, you always do.

But for now, he just spins you, catches you, and flops back on the bed, pulls you down beside him. You’ve earned a break, earned this moment with his arms around you, as he’s earned it too. 

A night won’t bring you back from exhaustion, but it thaws your mind, the stagnated ideas and concepts you’ve been ruminating on. Of course you could live without him, thrive without him, but no-one gets you quite like him.

It’s the start of August, and the air feels warm again.

[bybyeblackbird]

MY HOLLYWOOD VAMPIRES / JOHNNY DEPP EXPERIENCE | PART 1

*Guys I am so sorry this is so long but I wanted you all to be a part of it because I wouldn’t have been there without you!!!!*

I don’t even know where to start but I want to write this up before I forget it all! (Though let’s be real, that’s not likely to happen!)

Due to the generosity of a lot of seriously wonderful human beings, myself, my two friends Andrea and Leanna, and my mom and her boyfriend Dan (a big Alice Cooper fan), had meet and greet tickets and wristbands to stand at the front during the concert.

The meet and greet portion was a few hours before the show and thank GOD it was before and not after, because I was an absolute wreck the entire day and I probably would’ve just been stressed the whole concert!

Anyways, we were led back to the meet and greet lineup by Amber (she works on the tours and features in a lot of Kyler & Tommy’s pics/vids!) She’s super super sweet and smily and a lovely person! She laid down the ground rules (no phones/selfies, no autographs, and no gifts (she would take them and the band would get them after)).

I was getting a bit bummed at that time, because I had the birthday book that @hallowedmaiden made that all of our letters are in, one small bracelet for him that I’ll explain later, and my mom had one of the Mr. Stench candles to give him. And I was realizing I wouldn’t be able to give them to him personally and explain/go over it all with him. BUT then a knight in shimmering armour appeared in the form of Nathan, who is one of THE sweetest and funniest humans I’ve met. Seriously, Johnny’s whole team is incredible. Anyways, Nathan came out to the line and approached us and asked if I was Alanna. *I should mention here that I’d already made his team aware of the book and that I was bringing it*. He explained that he’d come out to get the gift and that he’d bring it around and meet us on the other side, since I wouldn’t be able to get in the door with a gift. He goes, ‘Yeah, Johnny’s excited to see you and the book.’ Me (*feeling faint*): ‘Wait.. he’s excited?!’ Nathan: ‘Course he is. He’s excited about everything.’ (Seriously love Nathan, he’s so deadpan and hilarious).

ANYWHO, so we go in last, which Nathan made sure of so we’d have enough time, leaving our bags and such outside. Johnny was the first one in the door, and he smiled as we walked in, and then Nathan comes over and ‘introduces us’ lol: ‘Johnny, this is Alanna, she’s the one who made you that vinyl record a couple years ago, etc etc’ (I can’t remember everything Nathan was saying because I WAS STANDING IN FRONT OF JOHNNY DEPP LOL OK). And Johnny’s all smiles and says, ‘Yes, yes hi! I just want to say thank you, thank you for all the support, for sticking with me, thank you.’ And at this point I’m floating up out of my own body and can’t really remember everything that was said but I probably said something like, ‘of course and thank you’ or something like that, and then everyone in my group, and Joe and Alice all posed for pics. We did a couple group photos, then Johnny and I did a bunch together, then me, Johnny, my mom and Dan, then me, Johnny and my mom, then me Johnny and Andrea and Leanna. (PHEW so many pics that man is a patient saint!!)

After pictures, Nathan comes over with the bag with the book and other gifts in it. So I’m helping him get the book out of the bag (because it’s HUGE y’all, Haley put SO much work into it), and FUN ANECDOTE: Nathan’s trying to get it out and I’m like, ‘Be careful, it’s really big,’ and without missing a beat, Nathan just goes under his breath, ‘That’s what she said.’ LOL honestly love him.

So as I’m getting the book ready, turns out that behind me, MY MOTHER has taken over Johnny. And she’d kill me for disclosing this but my mother was quite drunk at this point. I turn round and she’s got the Mr. Stench candle and is basically just SHOVING IT UP JOHN’S NOSE LIKE ‘SMELL THIS LOOK SMELL IT WE MADE IT BECAUSE OF YOU,’ omfg Johnny is a saint A SAINT for putting up with my mother, bless her. So he does take it and smell it, and my mom’s rambling away ‘So yeah it’s patchouli and tobacco because Gwyneth Paltrow said… *blah blah*,’ so he takes a big sniff and goes, ‘Hey! That smells like me!’ God bless him. Then she starts getting close and looking up at him and goes, ‘You know you are MUCH more handsome in person than photos!!!’ At which point I decide to remove her and show him the book LOL

So Nathan gives the book to Leanna, who is holding it like a table so that Johnny and I can go through it. Meanwhile, Kyler is snapping pics of all of this and I love him SO MUCH FOR IT SERIOUSLY THEY’RE ALL AMAZING I COULD CRY. Full disclosure: I can’t even remember exactly what I was saying about the book to Johnny LOL. I do remember talking non stop and barely letting him get a word in edgewise, but he just kept saying ‘Wow, wow’ as I was explaining. I did tell him that Haley made it, that there’s fans from all over the world who sent in a letter per page, and showed him some of the character pages. I do remember that when we got to the Edward Scissorhands page he was like, ‘….Hey wait! I know that guy!’ Bless this human LOL.

SO THEN I gave him a bracelet. I haven’t talked about it on here, but my friend’s cousin is an 11-year old girl named Sarah. She makes bracelets and sells them, and then donates all the money to Sick Kids Children’s Hospital. All of her own idea, and she’s been doing it for years. And she’s ELEVEN. Damn. She also happens to be a huuuuuuuge Pirates of the Caribbean fan! So we got her to make him a bracelet with Hollywood Vampires colours (red & black), and that’s what I’m giving him in those photos. She also wrote him a sweet little note to go with it :) And then he started joking about putting the bracelet in his braids, which is what those photos are LOL. And then he ended up wearing it on his wrist on stage!!

OKAY GETTING NEAR THE END

So after all the gifts are done, we start to leave (we’ve already been given EONS more time than you’re usually supposed to have, and Alice and Joe had already split at this point haha). Andrea and Leanna, my mom and Dan have left the room already, but honestly, Johnny and I were kind of still like, clinging to each other, he was giving me hugs and kisses on the cheek, and I just kept holding onto his arm so I didn’t fall over in a dead faint. And I’m thanking him for everything he’s done for me, and that’s where he goes, ‘I should be the one thanking you. You stood by me and supported me when no one else did - thank you.’ And I said something like, ‘Of course, and I always will.’ And he then started, like, almost talking out his thoughts? About *the situation*, but I’m not going to be recounting those words here, because I’m not comfortable with that, and I don’t want those words to be taken and twisted by any nefarious people. But I ended up just grabbing his arm and saying something to the effect of ‘You’ll get through everything, you’ve got this,’ or some such thing and he goes, ‘I know. Thank you, thank you.’ And then as I was leaving he asked where I was sitting, Nathan told him I was on his side of the stage and that he’d point us out to him at show time. And then I left!

The concert itself was AMAZING and I’ll do a separate post about that, so I guess this is just Part 1 LOL SORRY IT’S SO LONG AND IF YOU STOPPED READING I DO NOT BLAME YOU AT ALL LOVE YOU ALLLLLLLLL

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Mark Pellegrino gets deep on Lucifer, 'Supernatural,' American Capitalist Party

Being that I have been stuck on the couch for the past three weeks, transcribing this next interview was a lot of fun – definitely a highlight of my weekend. My next interview guest doesn’t need much of an introduction; but for those hiding under a rock, Mark Pellegrino plays a deliciously evil – and very lovable, even if you just love to hate him – Lucifer. He first appeared on Supernatural in 2009, Season 5 Episode 1 – Sympathy for the Devil. Since then, he has been on the show over 20 times (21 to be exact, according to IMDB). As I mention in one of my questions, Lucifer the character has been played by many other actors; not only Jared and Misha but most recently Rick Springfield and David Chisum. Aside from Supernatural, Mark has also been on the controversial 13 Reasons Why, Quantico, Dexter, Lost, Revolution, The X-Files, The Closer, and the brilliant Being Human (that’s barely scratching the surface of his meaty tv roles). He also appears in Strangers in a Strange Land and High Wire Act, which are both in post-production. Basically, this guy has been working steadily since 1987, and we still get excited when we see him in a show knowing that it’ll be a pretty juicy role. So, I have a mix of questions on canon and on filming. On what, what was the first part of that? Canon, on stuff that’s happened. Okay. I hope I can answer those. Something I definitely found curious: What caused Crowley’s warding on Lucifer to reverse? Drexel’s brilliant and mysterious work. I mean, I don’t know – I think that’s a writer’s question, that maybe they’ll be able to answer down the road. I don’t know if it’s science specific, to be honest with you but Drexel seemed to be working some kind of magic in his examination of Lucifer, right? Lucifer never made any bone about knowing what the hell was going on, just that Drexel was able to reverse it.  If Lucifer’s not going to think too intently about the how, I won’t. Sounds good. Makes sense. What do you have in common with Lucifer? Ohh, boy. A rebellious spirit; an impish, playful, practical joker side … individualism and independence from authorities or those that I think are authorities. Enough of an ego to think that I can actually get what I want if I pursue my ends with intention and full passion. In your opinion, what is the first thing Luci will do in Bizarro world – other than throw a tantrum? Yeah – I mean, he’s stuck there with Mary, the Winchesters’ mom; so it’s a very interesting question. In this new, alternative universe seems to be sort of third base in Lucifer’s apocalyptic vision, right, so instead of having to go through any of the previous steps he’s got it right there. I think his first order of business is to revenge himself on the Winchesters. His primary goal is to hook up with his son and join forces with his son. Even though he’s been sort of handed the gift of an apocalyptic world where he can probably immediately take charge, he may be conceited enough to toss that option out the door and go for I want to remake this process from base 1 to base 2 to base 3 and then home plate in my own way and not be handed this gift. I think it's taken care of Mary, use her as a hostage to get the Winchesters to open up that portal and join forces with his son. Very interesting. And I have to say I agree with you; he seems to be that kind of take-charge type of person; do it my way or the highway kind of thing. He’s demonstrated a bit of an affinity for – I don’t know how to say this – sort of a masochistic testing of himself. He seems to subject himself to a great deal of physical opposition to see how far it will go. I don’t know if it’s a mind game that he’s playing – throw your best at me, and I’ll take it, overcome it and overwhelm you or if it’s just that impish, roguish I want to see how far I can take this, even to the point of possibly getting killed. It’s a side to his personality, I’ve noticed this no-limit sort of masochistic dimension to the way he goes about confronting people. What is your craziest fan encounter? Hmm, craziest fan encounter … I think I’ve been fortunate and have not had crazy fan encounters. They’ve all been really low key and benevolent – so far. So, I’m glad not to be able to answer that in like a truly illustrative in a crazy way. [caption id="attachment_47633" align="aligncenter" width="696"] Mark Pellegrino: From The Big Lebowski to Supernatural[/caption] What about funniest? Let’s see, that’s a hard one. I think it’s when a person sort of wrote a fan fiction pornography that incorporated Supernatural characters in relationships, in very compromising relationships with each other. That would be my weirdest and my craziest fan encounter. I think it would be that – somebody gave me a book that had stories mixing the characters together in really sexual relationships. It was illustrated with dolls. It was like a photographic album of dolls in various positions. It was interesting. What inspires you? What inspires me is clear thinking. Philosophy and liberty. Those are huge concepts for me that really, really turn me on. Reading about heroes. It really inspires me; I think this we need as human beings; we’re sort of in an anti-hero age now where more and more we don’t allow human beings to be the heroic in our narrative, they have to be superheroes, and somehow that is more acceptable to us, to generations of people who’ve grown up with the anti-hero. I love it. That’s one of the reasons why I like Supernatural, because it’s good-looking dudes doing impossible things. On top of that, they are orphans; they are broken, they have all kinds of complicated problems but persevere against an entire universe, a hostile universe … and that’s inspiring to me. As crazy as it may sound, I need that every day. Especially the older I get, the older you get, the more you actually see mortality in front of you and the more you need to know that even though you’re facing the end it’s possible to achieve what you want, it’s possible to achieve your values in the world, to be successful and seeing the guys win every week, be brought to the precipice where they’re going to lose everything and they come back is a phenomenal narrative for me and it’s very inspiring. Does that make sense? Totally. Out of everyone else who has played Lucifer – David Chisum (President Jefferson Rooney); Jared; Misha; and Rick Springfield, who do you think played him the best? (Other than you, of course.) A guy named Mark Pellegrino. Other than you. I haven’t seen Season 12 yet; I binge watch Supernatural, so I’m waiting for it to come out on Netflix and then I’m going to pound out all of the episodes. I haven’t seen Rick, and I haven’t seen David; but I’ve seen Jared, I really liked him, he was really different. I think he really had to be the first Lucifer. The change happened that I was Nick at the time and so he did his own thing and it was a very regal and princely, almost foppish kind of character that I really liked, and probably I consciously stole from that to do my thing. But I liked in Misha’s characterization is that he had – and we talked extensively about my version of Lucifer and we talked a lot about that 14-year-old multisexual kind of impish character and he brought that quality of Lucifer always sort of in the midst of deciding whether he wants to beat the crap out of you or make love to you, that campish kind of quality to it. Since I had that relationship with Misha and was able to see it play out over a longer period of time than any of the other Lucifers, I really sort of have an affinity for Misha. Misha was an awesome Lucifer. Not as good as you, but I like Castiel so … What do you enjoy most about playing Lucifer? Since I’m sort of a fearful guy in life and have to overcome fears on a daily basis, I like the gloves being taken off and the no limits of playing somebody who has none of those concerns and enough confidence to press the limit all the time so I’ve always admired even that passionate of a person that is pedal to the medal type of mentality. I love being able to play with that, at least in the imaginary circumstances of the show because I’m just so not like that in life. What do you think is Lucifer’s biggest regret? I don’t think Lucifer has regrets. Maybe if I was to crack through the hard exterior that has been built up for eons and eons, being alienated by the people he loves … I think he certainly doesn’t have any regrets … I think what he has is a deep sadness … arrogance and defensiveness and anger and an unquenchable desire for revenge comes from deep sadness. I think in the mythology of Lucifer and God to the extent that Supernatural follows I think Lucifer was right, to be honest with you. What he feels more than anything, and what he compensates for with his aggression, is deep, deep, deep sadness. I can definitely see that. So, no regrets – I think he does exactly what he wants to do – and I don’t think he looks back at the consequences of his behavior as reflecting in some sort of poor way on him; it speaks to the bad part of Lucifer. Perhaps if Lucifer wasn’t so masochistic in the expression of his rage he would feel regret and allow himself to feel empathy for the people that he’s harmed. Out of all the episodes that you have played Lucifer, which one has been your favourite? I love the stuff with Crowley, to be honest with you, all of the stuff that I did with Crowley because I’ve never worked with Mark previously; I worked with him on another show years before that, but never on Supernatural. It was really fun to play with him and to find ways to make the trade that was going on between Crowley and Lucifer; you see they’re trying to dominate each other and they’re really trying to show the other that they are unaffected by the position that they are in; it’s sort of a Sun Szu’s Art of War. I loved playing that game with the dialogue and with Mark and I was really open to that. I sort of really loved the scene between Misha and I, way back, it might have been Season 5, when Lucifer was just making the apocalypse happen, and he had Cas trapped in the circle of angel fire and they have an exchange where Lucifer tries to win Cas over to his side. Cas stands for humanity and for the boys, even if it means his annihilation and Lucifer kind of just says, “Mmm. Yeah.” Like yeah, you’ll be annihilated.  It was a scene between two gunfighters, two bad ass Western gunfighters, facing off in the middle of a street, and both sides not bending. There was a lot unspoken in the words, there was a lot of stuff that happened between Misha and I in the moment, and it was done in a lot of close-ups so you can see all that stuff happening. I loved that encounter too. I remember that, that was a good scene. The actors that work on Supernatural; I thank God every day for the cast that we have because you guys are all so talented. Just within a few words, the quirk of an eyebrow or the look in someone’s eyes, you can tell exactly what they are thinking about and exactly what they mean. Thank you. Yeah, they are a good group of guys. Are there any hints you can give us about the fate of Cas, Crowley or Rowena? You know, I can’t … and it’s not like I know. I am very interested in seeing where Andrew is going to take the next season. I can’t believe anybody’s dead, but they are. I’d like to see how they deal with the characters. I mean in my mind, Crowley is too smart a CEO not to have thought of every contingency there is out there, that’s the kind of guy he’s demonstrated himself to be. Rowena, I mean, he’s a chip off Rowena’s block. She has the same kind of wiliness and craftiness about her and I can’t imagine a witch has survived hundreds of years, gotten to the position that she’s gotten, without being extremely insightful about the way events can go. I can’t believe that she’s just a burned heap of red sequined dress in a classy hotel room. Cas especially, I mean – the one element in this whole formula that changes everything is this alternative universe. Who knows what kind of parallel elements are there besides Bobby? Is Jimmy in that universe? I don’t know. Is Rowena, in a different way? Is Fergus there? I don’t know. Anything goes. We’re in no man’s land – it’s unpredictable, that’s what I love about it. Quite a few of my friends and I, we think that quite possibly the Castiel that actually sacrificed himself and Lucifer killed, wasn’t the Cas from the main reality, but is from the alternative reality. How are you getting that? The exchanges that he had with the boys and with Kelly, mostly … Before he went to the alter reality he was very much hands-on with regards to Lucifer’s child. I’ve taken dula classes, I’m going to deliver this baby, that sort of thing – afterward, he’s like standing at the door, kind of watching everything … there is one conversation that we never see the entirety of – it basically was, “Remember paradise,” or something like that … so it’s definitely a possibility. Hmm. Wow. That’s interesting. I don’t know, I didn’t get that from anything, but you guys are awful creative and is this now public? I mean, have you guys theorized this stuff out loud? Yes, there’s more than one of us, actually … there’s a lot of ideas, rationalizations … I don’t know if you follow anyone who was at JIBcon this last weekend … Who was there? The main cast, Jared and Jensen, Misha and Mark … I follow everybody, pretty much … Jared pretty much let it slip that Misha was recording for the Scooby Doo episode, so at least he’s back for that. Does Jared know about … well, I mean, he must, he’s got to have a greater sense of what’s happening … I think the alternative universe is that joker, is that wildcard that can mean a lot of things, including a resurge in Castiel, in Jimmy, in some form …  I also think Misha’s too beloved a character to lose. Yes! Speaking practically, he’s too beloved a character to lose. Lucifer, I don’t know … when I went to conventions, before the episode came out, I was saying to people, oh, if you hate Lucifer now, you’re really going to hate him by the end of the season because he killed one of the most beloved characters in Supernatural history. The other thing is that God and Amara are still in play too. Yes, this is also a possibility, God and Amara – and now the nephilim … this is shaping up to be … I don’t know where you can go … [caption id="attachment_47638" align="alignleft" width="696"] Mark Pellegrino in Capote[/caption] The thing with the nephilim, Jack, the other idea is that Jack actually comes upon the little video that Kelly makes for her son, who says well, you have an angel watching over you … and he finds Castiel dead and says, well, he’s supposed to taking care of me then I suppose I should revive him … This is possible too. This is my greatest fear as Lucifer, is that the nephilim has an alliance, a real love for Cas, as opposed to his real father. It would sort of fit into that orphan template. One of the things I really love about Supernatural, I wrote in a forward to a book coming out about it, is that everybody’s an orphan; they’re not just family by blood, they are family by choice, by the values that you love. It would be quite a statement for the nephilim to reject his biological father in favor of Castiel, his spiritual father. It certainly speaks to what we consider fatherhood and would make us reconsider what those roles actually mean. I was hoping that Lucifer would actually become a better being by route through the fact that he had to take care of someone else. Instead of nurturing him to his own purposes, fatherhood can often be a game-changer for many man, and I was hoping it would be the same for an angel … in other words, Lucifer has an issue with his father; there’s no better way to learn how flawed your father is and love him in spite of it than being a father yourself. I was hoping; I don’t know if it’s good drama, but I was hoping fatherhood would teach Lucifer to repent and reconnect with his own father and understand that maybe dad wasn’t as bad as he thinks he is. The nephilim is definitely another wildcard; he’d have the power to open the portal again, he can bring Lucifer out, he can do anything. It all depends on how he perceives all the principals. Does he perceive them as enemies, is Lucifer, his dad, an ally; I don’t know man, I’m going crazy! Well hopefully at least you’ll be put out of your misery soon, and you’ll get a few scripts. That would be great. And hopefully, Lucifer gets to work through them. Do you have any words of comfort for the fans of Castiel, Rowena or Crowley? None. Nah, they’re going to have to sit in their pain until the first episode airs, and then maybe even beyond. I know the family, and I love them. I’m just being impish … if I did have words of encouragement, if I knew anything, maybe I would give the hint just give the fans a little bit of relief, but I don’t. In my own honest opinion, Jared’s little slip-up about Cas coming back, I think that was a calculated slip-up. Oh yeah. He’s too smart to let something like that go without thinking about it. Exactly. Since I knew where this was going, I was sort of upset for the fans, I feel like all the cons that I have done have bonded me to people. I’m friends with some fans; my wife and I are actually tight and in constant communication with a few of them and so I feel sort of bonded to them, and I take it a little personally; I don’t know what the other actors do, but I do. I was concerned for their well-being even though I appeared to be stirring them up … But that’s the fun of social media … That’s part of the fun for sure. It’s the fun of switching between your character and your actual self. I understand that you are also involved with Attitudes in Reverse, AIR? So, AIR is a group that raises awareness about the epidemic of suicide. It does this by opening up dialogues in schools, sponsoring mental health and intervention programs, and traveling displays that concretize the human devastation of suicide. I met Tricia the day after my best friend's funeral. He killed himself on April 20th of last year. She and I bonded instantly because our shared loss (she lost her son to suicide 8 years ago) and I have been speaking on their behalf ever since. My contribution has been small so far, but passionate, and I think they are doing great things to de-stigmatize mental illness and spark the important conversation we all need to have. To learn more about Attitudes in Reverse, AIR, click here. Last but not least; I’ve noticed that you are a very political being, shall we say … What can you tell us about the American Capitalist Party? I can tell you that it’s the only alternative to the versions of stateism that exists out there today. The left and the right represent alternative stateism; in other words, they think that the state really has a prerogative over an individual’s life; they just disagree on how much and in which areas the state takes control. The Capitalist Party says that the state has no prerogative over the individual, that that is the individual’s responsibility. The only function of the state is that of a watchman, as a police officer, as a policeman. That means that the state’s function is to point the gun at bad guys, not at good guys that they want something from or want to prevent from engaging in relationships that they don’t like. For me, it’s the only actual alternative that exists out there, and every variation from socialism to the Green Party to the American Independent Party, all of these are variations of the theme that the state has a right to control your life to some degree or another, it just differs on how. The Green Party uses the environment to do it, the Democrats use wealth, Republicans use your moral values; either way, your life is not your own, you’re beholden to the collective. I say, let’s get back – I don’t know if we were ever really there, at the founding of the country, but to the extent that we were, we should get back to the notion that the individual is the primary unit of society and their right, their property, their life, their choices are inviolable. Nobody can point a gun at you and say I want what you have. There is no justification for it whatsoever. That’s what capitalism means; capitalism is a system of free trade, of property ownership, of private property ownership exclusively. Does that make sense?

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