#like oh god it was so funny to see him reposting post with his photos from stream and few days after BOOM!!!!!

[shen-mu]

sometimes i still think about how Acau got hacked on twitter

[zealoushound]

Those Thighs Though...

Summary: Seeing him in his MuscleTech gear, you can’t resist Henry. Or his thighs.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Word Count: 1265

Warnings: RPF, thigh kink, thigh riding, brief descriptions of bodily fluids, dom!reader, sub!henry, orgasm denial, bratty moments, slight exhibitionism

A/N: @cavillsthighs post inspired allllll of this. I don’t own Henry Cavill, still hurts no matter how many times I write it I don’t own muscletech or the pic used here. I stole it from Tori lol.

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other fics, this was written on my phone and not beta’d.

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You’re waiting for Henry to get changed before the photo shoot in MuscleTech’s makeshift dressing room.

It’s not a huge room, but it has a cozy setup. Bathroom to the left of the mini fridge and table. Television on the wall in front of the couch you currently occupy. Inspirational workout photos on the walls and fitness magazines on the table in the middle of the room.

Playing on your phone you hear Henry come in but pay him no mind as you hear the photographer call out, “Just change into this, and meet us in the gym in 20.”

“Ok!” He answers, closing the door behind him. As he walks by you he playfully slaps the bottom of your foot off the pillow it was resting on.

“Hey!” You whine, annoyed with him messing up your concentration.

“Look alive, beautiful.” He smiles at you going into the bathroom with his clothes. You smile back as you shake your head.

“What are you changing into?”

“Ah. Shorts and a tank?” He doesn’t bother shutting the door so you lean to sneak a peek.

“I see London. I see France. I see Henry’s underpants!” You taunt.

He laughs heartily causing you to laugh with him. A few moments later he’s changed and ready to go but still has 15 minutes to kill.

“Gimme some room.” He paws at your foot again. You groan, moving to let him sit. Then you see what he’s wearing.

Black tank. Short black shorts. His curls were particularly unruly today. His muscles were bulging in all the right places, taking over your entire being.

The uncontrollable noise that escaped you must have been louder than you thought because he looked at you, eyebrows raised, cocking his head to the side.

Your immediate thought was ‘mine’. A primal urge took over you. You were feral.

“Sit.” You commanded. Your breathing had gotten shallow and it was all you could do to keep from baring your teeth to your poor unsuspecting boyfriend.

“What?” That smirk on his face said he had heard you, but he was tempting you.

Your eyes widened, your nostrils flaring. “Henry. Sit down. Now.” Your heart was racing, your body was on fire. Shit, you’re kinda glad you missed the morning portion of the shoot. He wouldn’t have survived this long.

“Make me.” He smirked. Oh, you cocky little shit.

You get up, crossing the short distance to him. He doesn’t put up a fight, he wants you just as bad. You reach down to feel him though the thin fabric of his shorts. He’s about halfway there but getting harder with each pull across his clothed member.

His eyes fluttered. “You wanna cum? Good boys get to cum. Now sit. Your ass. Down, Henry.” You wanted him so damn bad that you put your hands on his shoulders and shoved him down onto the couch.

He grunted softly as the wind left his lungs. He stared as you worked your leggings off and shucked off your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your bra. You needed to feel his hands on your bare skin.

His hands reached to pull you on top of his lap. “No. You wanna be a brat? Now you get to wait.” He lets out a low growl that you feel deep in your soaked core. “Hold that thought.” You say before climbing onto his thigh.

He pulls the leg of his shorts up towards his hip giving you more access to his thigh.

“You wanna cum?” He doesn’t speak, just grunts and nods a meek yes to your question. You chuckle softly, “mmm”.

You moan as you rock yourself against his hard muscles. Gripping his shoulder you start to thrust yourself against him. Henry’s huge hands tugged on your bra, threatening to break it in half.

It wouldn’t be the first bra he’d torn or broken. He loves seeing your breasts, no matter the cost. He cups them, squeezing them in his huge paws and swipes his tongue in between. Roughly he sucks your nipple into his mouth. Letting go, his other hand grips your ass, coaxing you to go faster.

He flexes his thigh underneath you. “Ah, Henry. I’m so close.” Your body jolts at his actions as your clit glides across his hard flesh. He waits for just the right time to do it again.

When you're panting, gripping tighter on his biceps he knows you’re right on the edge. He keeps waiting. He knows you need just a little push. He loves watching you. Loves seeing you like this, your wetness spreading over his leg. More and more and more as you cum.

Your mouth is open. Your hips are rolling over and over, faster and faster. Head tilted back, eyes shut tightly, frustration on your brow. This will get him back in your good graces. He knows it.

He flexes.

Once. The risk of getting caught by god knows who all those people are, right outside your door, the thought of them hearing you. “Oh God!”

Twice. The way he makes you feel so fucking wild, and his damn thighs! You can never last long riding them. “Fuck!”

Boom!! You see stars on the third. “God! Henry! Yes!! Oh!” You cum so hard for him. Digging your nails into arms you hope you don’t leave a mark, but ‘fuck it’, you thought, ‘this is mine!’ You shout his name over and over as your hips stutter and quake with pleasure.

You lay across his chest feeling your heart wanting to beat free from its confines, panting hard as you come down from your high. You raise up and place a kiss on his neck.

Getting up you fix yourself back inside your bra, grab your shirt and walk into the bathroom. Coming back out you toss him a towel. Pulling your leggings on as he cleans himself up you hear a soft knock at the door.

“Um. Mr. Cavill,” poor guy definitely just heard all of that yet still had to do his job and fetch your boyfriend. “They’re, uh, they’re ready for you. Sir.”

Henry was staring at you. He didn’t speak a word. He stood, readjusting himself to make his prominent member less... noticeable.

Still saying nothing he strode up to you. His thumb grazed your cheek just below your eye. Bringing his finger down he tipped your chin up so your lips met in a gentle kiss. Your heart skipped. He leaned back.

“Tonight?” He was asking in a way that didn’t quite reveal his true intentions. He was really asking if you would be so kind as to let him make up for his mistake. Make his journey over to the gym slightly less painful.

“Tonight.” You generously answered. He smiled. He flung open the door to the dressing room and you saw the little man that had come to collect MuscleTechs biggest spokesman. He was short, a little on the smaller side. He was kind of cute, in an adorable kind of way. He wore wire rimmed glasses and reminded you of a younger Rick Moranis.

You smiled at him. He adjusted his glasses and stood a little straighter as he smiled back.

Henry walked past him, smile no longer in place. He was about to take all that frustration out in this photo shoot.

“Not unless you wanna be walking funny, lad.” You laughed at how scared the poor guy looked as he looked away, not realizing what Henry meant was having to force his colossal cock underneath the waistband of his shorts.

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[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

Haikyuu boys after you post good pictures on Instagram

Lineup: Tsukishima, Kuroo, Atsumu, Ushijima, Semi and Asahi

fem reader

*****

Tsukishima

After you posted some DELICIOUS photos on Instagram he FaceTimes you

“Hello?” You say answering the phone

“Show your face” he says going past your hello

You move your face into the camera

“See, look, catfish”

(He’s so mean)

You moved your face out the camera so quick, he just started laughing.

Afterwards you saw on Instagram that he reposted your photos on to his story, he really did love the photos. He looks back at them everytime he wants to think about you. He even considered printing out the pictures as putting them in his wallet.

Kuroo

The exact second you posted the photos he commented just about 1 million things

“Beautiful 😍” “Gorgeous 🤪” “THATS MY GIRLFRIEND YALL 🦟🦗🦟🦗” “ SHES SO SEXY PMGNFHEJWJJSJAA”

Then he texted you

“BRO YOU SHOULD OF SENT ME THOSE PHOTOS” “MATTER OF FACT SEND ME THOSE PHOTOS RIGHT TF NOW”

You asked him what he was gonna do with the photos he said he was gonna make a shrine 🧍🏾‍♀️

Chile go get him he’s gonna go crazy with those photos

Atsumu

Totally not fangirling 😄

The first person he shows is his brother

“LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND SHES SO BEAUTIFUL 🤪👊🏾”

Flexing so hard, flexing as if your a fidget spinner back in 2016

Post your pictures on his story then he screenshots the photos and posts them on his actual account and then as the caption he puts “SHE IS THE BEAUTY TO MY BEAST 😫😫”

Acting like he’s on drugs atp- then calls you

“WE HAVE TO GO ON A DATE I NEED TO WINE AND DINE YA”

The whole time at the date he’s touching you he can’t stop

Anyways he loves the pictures 😌

Ushijima

I don’t even think he has Instagram.....

Even if he does the only reason is because of his volleyball team,Tendou and you

When he saw those photos on his very small feed he called you

“Hey”

“Hey I saw those photos you posted”

“Oh yeah did you like them”

It went silent on his end

“Can I come over?” He says

You could hear Tendou in the back going like “OUUUUUUUU”

But it quickly got cut off (BAHAJAJAJAJ IM SORRY THIS WOULD BE SO FUNNY)

“Sure”

When he came over yall cuddled and he kept on telling you over and over agin how pretty you are 🥰

Semi

Probably very scared. He thinks your so beautiful but he doesn’t want other people looking at you.

“Hey, Y/n” he says through the phone

“Hey, Semi”

“So should I come over”

“Uhmmmm if you want to, why what happened?” You ask concerned

“Oh nothing I just wanna see you”’

When he comes over he starts taking pictures of you and him. He then posts it on his Instagram and even takes your phone and posts it on your Instagram.

He wants everyone to know you taken 🤪✌🏾other than that he loved the photos probably shows his whole team just to show off

Asahi

It made him happy to see your friends comment underneath your posts.

To see you happy makes him happy 😃

He really sees how beautiful you are in these pictures I feel like out of the whole bunch he’s the calmest, next to Ushijima ofc.

Like he comments “You look so pretty” then he facetimes you

You both stay on the phone for hours and he just admired your features. You look like a goddess/ god to him 😫

******

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[americasmarauders]

Wasteland, baby!--Ben Hargreeves (part 3).

author’s note: hey again. i’m reposting this cause tumblr sucks and the first post wasn’t showing on ANY of the tags. like any. so please, i beg of you, reblog so this doesn’t happen again and the post stays relevant enough for at least a couple of days and not a couple of hours. Now onto the actual post. Once again, I wanna thank @cutekittylexie for being an awesome human being and making me go through this. and calming me when I thought this was going to flop (and it kinda did so i’m trying again). 

Beware:it’s an emotional one. mentions of injuries and blood (canon typical). 

words: 4310

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part 1

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Ben.

         Ben.

         Ben.

         Ben.

         It was all that Y/N could think about. He consumed her thoughts. Every waking moment she spent, he was on her mind. If he wasn’t her main thought, Ben would most definitely be on the back of her mind. His smile intoxicated her, to the point the air would be knocked out of her. She would look at every corner for him, even though she knew he wouldn’t be there.

         It wasn’t healthy to be obsessed with someone. And she would argue she wasn’t obsessed. More like addicted. Even if that didn’t better her case, it was the truth.

         There she stood, in the alley next to Ben’s house, staring at his window for the sign that she could go up and see him. After her classes ended it seemed suspicious for them to keep meeting in the morning so they came with a more logical solution: afternoons.

         Ben would say what his schedule for the next day would be. They would set up a time for Y/N to be at the alley. He would open his window for her and she would climb the fire escape up to his room.

         It was nicer than the minute long dates they had in the morning. They would spend hours just talking in hushed tones, he would show her his studies and the photos he had taken of his siblings. They would talk about dreams, memories they had and about making new ones.

         The window opened and Ben peaked through it. He look down at her and smiled brightly, nodding so she could go up. She smiled back and started to climb the fire escape quickly. Thank God she had chosen to wear shorts instead of the dress she had just bought. She had loved it and she was sure Ben would like it too. Not that she cared if he liked it or not. But she did.

         She got in the room with his help, his hands calloused in comparison to hers. She flung herself on top of him, hugging him tightly. She heard him release a breathy chuckle then he nuzzled his head on the crook of her neck. He was still wearing that stiff uniform their Father made them wear. She could smell the scent of the soap.

         “Hi, Ben,” she said airily, clutching his shoulders as if it was her lifeline.

         “Hey,” he broke the hug and rested his hands on her cheeks. “How you’ve been?”

         She smiled smally. “I’m good,” his thumbs rubbed her cheeks delicately and gently. “How are you?”

         The smile he adorned faltered and his face became somber. His hands dropped from her face and he sat on his bed defeated. He rested his hands on his face, his hair falling delicately on his forehead. Y/N sat beside him and put a hand on his leg, just above his knee. ‘I’m here,’ the gesture whispered.

         “Dad’s been especially cruel today in training,” he said, his voice quivering. “I’m so tired, Y/N, I don’t know how much longer I can take it,” his hands dropped from his face, revealing his deep eyes bathed in unshed tears.

         “Oh, Ben,” she said sadly. “I’m so sorry, love.”

         He shook his head. “It’s not your fault. There’s nothing you can do, he’s like this sometimes.”

         She looked at him sadly and clasped his hands between her own. “I’m here for you, Ben. Whatever you need.”

         He looked at her, his eyes twinkling in the warm afternoon light. “Please, stay,” he said quietly.

         “Of course,” she said as if it was absurd to imply she wouldn’t. She cozied herself next to the bedrest, her back leaning on the wall behind her. Her hands still clutching his tightly, rubbing small circles in the back of it.

         They stayed like that for a couple of hours. They talked a little but she could feel he didn’t want to, so the majority of the time they stayed quiet, just listening to the noises his siblings made in their rooms. It was pleasant, she could feel the life of the house, even if there was a tyrant trying to squash it out of them.

         The sun was setting when she felt her phone vibrating on the back pocket of her shorts. “Shit!” she disentangled herself from Ben’s warm embrace. “Shit, shit, shit!”

         “What is it? Is everything okay?” Ben asked worriedly, as she looked at the tiny screen of her phone exasperated.

         “I have to head home. I’m late, I promised my mom I would help her with a new recipe,” Y/N said, putting her shoes on. She got up and looked at Ben, a sad expression replacing the peaceful one he had moments ago.

         “Oh,” he muttered.

         “Ben, it’s okay,” she sat back down on the edge of the bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

         “Yeah, yeah, of course,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

         Y/N smiled gently. “I’ll bring you a piece of the cake,” she said.

         “Thanks,” he said avoiding her eye sight.

         She got up and headed to the window. She opened it enough so she could pass it through. She looked back at Ben, his face sad and defeated as if she was taking all of his peace with her.

         She didn’t know what possessed her, but suddenly she turned her back to the window and sat down next to Ben. He looked at her shocked as she leaned in towards him. Their lips brushed, for a mere second, before Y/N closed the gap and pressed a gentle, almost ghostly kiss on his pretty lips. He was taken by absolute surprise, and before he had time to react she broke the kiss, a smile on her face.

         Ben was quicker than her, however. Before she could get up and leave, he put his hand on her cheek and brought her lips to his on more time. The kiss, albeit still gentle, was considerably more intense. Y/N thanked the stars she was sitting, because she was sure she couldn’t stand up straight as she melted into the kiss.

         Ben broke the kiss a moment too soon, in Y/N’s opinion. His thumb caressed her cheek, his touch ghostly. “I have to go,” she said sadly.

         “Yeah,” he breathed out. He smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

         “Of course,” she replied.

         Against her heart and her brain, she got up and headed to the window. She put her leg out of it. She gave Ben one last look and one last smile before she bolted out of the room, running home. She had a lovesick smile on her face that she didn’t even realize until her mom gave her an odd look before scolding her for being late.

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Ben was shocked. There was no other way to describe it.

          His heart beating wildly in his chest, he got up from his bed. His hands hovering over the doorknob, he tried to wrap his head on what just had happened. He unlocked the door and got through it. Closing it behind him, he headed to Diego’s room.

          The door was closed, and Ben didn’t bother knocking. He opened it and closed it behind him. He heard a whoosh sound next to him, a knife lodged on the wall next to him. He sighed, unfazed, as he saw Diego

          “Get out,” Diego said grumpily. “Not in the mood, Ben.”

          “I need to talk to you,” Ben replied.

          Diego got up, another knife in his hand. He unlodged the knife from the wall, looking Ben dead in the eye. “I don’t care. Get out,” he muttered turning on his back. He laid on his bed, staring at the selling, play with his knives once again.

          “I kissed her,” Ben blurted out.

          Diego stopped fiddling and sat up right. “What?” he whispered, shocked.

          “I kissed her,” Ben said calmly.

          “Yeah, yeah, I got that, Ben,” Diego dismissed. “When?” he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

          “Um,” Ben looked down at his feet, “just now.”

          “You snuck out?” Diego asked.

          “More like I snuck her in.”

          Diego laughed at the situation. “This is hilarious. How long you’ve been sneaking her in?”

          “A month,” he answered honestly. “I don’t see how that’s relevant to what I just told you,” Ben completed, indignantly.

          “It’s so relevant, Ben. Out of all of us, you’re the one breaking the most sacred rule,” he shook his head, laughing.

          “Diego!” Ben screamed, sobering his brother up. “I kissed Y/N,” Ben said somberly.

          “Here,” Diego patted on the bed beside him, and Ben sat. Diego gave him a side hug. “It’s fine, Ben. Dad won’t find out, chill,” Diego calmed him. “No one knows you’ve been ruining your good boy reputation by sneaking people in. I won’t tell the old man. Klaus won’t tell him.”

          “I know,” Ben muttered. “I’m sorry.”

          “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Benny,” Diego said, messing with Ben’s hair. “So, how was it?”

          Ben let out a chuckle. “It was…” how does he make it sound cool? How does he make seem like it was no big deal, when it was the biggest deal in the world? “It was nice.”

          “Yeah, right,” Diego said, smirking. “Only nice?”

          “Stop it,” Ben said.

          “Hey,” Diego lifted his hands in surrender, “I’m just looking for the truth.”

          “Ha-ha,” Ben fake laughed. “You’re really funny, you know that?”

          “I pride myself in that, actually,” Diego replied smugly. “But, hey, seriously, I’m happy for you,”

          “Thanks, Diego,” Ben shrugged.

          “You’re taking your steps to get out of this godforsaken place,” Diego said bitterly.

          “I can’t wait,” Ben shot back, just as bitterly. There was a moment of silence between them before Ben said something again. “Can I ask something of you?”

          “It depends where’s the body,” Diego said kiddingly.

          “If something happens to me,” Ben started quietly, “would you tell Y/N?”

          “Why are you asking me this?” Diego was taken back by the bluntness of his question.

          “Please, Diego,” Ben begged. “If something happens and no one tells her, she’ll find out by the papers and I can’t do that to her.”

          “Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell her,” Diego reassured him, in a dismissive way that didn’t go unnoticed by Ben. Nevertheless, he held Diego to his word and if something were to happen, he knew Diego would do what he promised.

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True to her word, Y/N did in fact bring him cake the next day. Chocolate cake.

          Truly, Ben didn’t really care if she brought an entire bakery with her, as long as she was there with him. It was her that made it all worth it, the sneaking out—or sneaking in—the furtiveness, the secrets, the fear. She was worth all of it.

          She got in his room, a blue Tupperware on her hand. “You know, my mom wants to meet you she’s been oof—”

          Ben interrupted her once she was fully in his room. He grabbed her waist and brought her closer to him, clashing his lips to hers. She was shocked for a second, and his heart started to race uncomfortably as thoughts of ‘I fucked up’ passed through his mind. But soon enough, she dropped the Tupperware on his bed, her arms finding its way to his neck, pressing closer to him than Ben ever thought possible.

          It was something entirely new for Ben. This fuzzy feeling embracing his entire being, making his cheeks heat up with something so unknown and yet so familiar. Her hands found his hair, her finger running through it. It was like he was on fire, his tummy coiling delightfully, unlike when the Horror got out.

          He broke the kiss yet again, resting his forehead on hers. “I just had to test something,” he explained, a bit out of breath.

          “It’s fine,” she smiled at him, her eyes gazing at him lovingly. “I brought you cake,” she mentioned coyly.

          “I know,” he nodded, his hands on her cheeks. He smiled back at her.

          “My mom insisted on this,” she explained. “She’s been hearing so much about you, she wants to meet you, you know?” she finished out breath. “I’m sorry if this—”

          “Hey, hey,” he said gently. “I’d love to meet her.”

          “Really?” she said happily. “Isn’t it too much? It’s just this is so new, literally a day old, I don’t want to scare you away, you—”

          “It’s okay,” he reassured her. “I’ve been your friend for longer than this. I’ll be fine meeting your mom.”

          She smiled brightly at him. “Okay,” she nodded shyly.

          They eventually sat on Ben’s bed and ate the chocolate cake Y/N had brought—if Ben’s Dad saw him now, he would receive a scolding. They may or may not have made out too, and Ben may or may not have the taste of her lips lingering on his mouth for a while after she left.

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They continued with that routine right up until the last day of her summer vacation.

          The amount of time spent varied. Mostly because sometimes they would be interrupted by that dreaded alarm. Y/N would always jump at the sound, and Ben would find it cute if it wasn’t so goddamn terrible. It would always break his heart to leave her like that, in a rush and without a proper goodbye.

          Ben remembered when he was younger: he wasn’t afraid of the thought of something happening on a mission. It just was a perk, something that could happen but it most likely wouldn’t. Now? It brought chills down his spine.

          The mere thought of him dying, or worse dying without getting to say goodbye, made bile rise to his mouth and his head to feel light. The air would be stolen from his lungs and only Y/N could calm him.

          He had written a series of letters to her in case something were to happen. He instructed Diego on where to find them, his brother finding it silly Ben was being so fatalistic. But he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. It probably wouldn’t. But just in case, he thought.

          And there they were, last day of summer, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed, as he recited some poems from his favorite book to her. He never really appreciated the love poems until he felt what was like to be in love. Now, they were his favorite, especially to recite, because he got to see Y/N’s reaction to it. Some she would tear up, others well… let’s just say some Ben didn’t even get to finish.

          “They asked: ‘do you love her to death?’. I said: ‘Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life’,” Ben recited.

         He felt her head leave his shoulders. He looked at her, and in that split second, she closed the gap between them and kissed him tenderly. He hadn’t realized what he had just confessed to her, and she didn’t give him time to, because one moment they were tenderly kissing, the other she was completely entangled in his embrace, her hands running on his hair the way that made Ben crazy.

         The book completely abandoned next to Ben, his hands on her cheeks the way he knew she liked it. Ben’s lips moved to her jaw, kissing his way down to her neck. She muttered a small Ben in his ears, and he sucked a spot on her neck a little bit too harshly in the heat of the moment. His lips magnetically went back to hers, and they stayed there, entwined for a while.

         That is, until Klaus came barging in Ben’s room.

         “Benny, I need your notes for—oh,” Klaus began. Ben could feel the smirk creeping on his brother’s face. “Ben, you dawg!”

         It usually was Ben the one to break the kiss, but this time it was Y/N. She complete left his arms, a cold feeling settling in him, not only for the fact she wasn’t embracing him, but because he had realized he had forgotten to lock his bedroom’s door.

         Ben took long enough to react because a second later, Diego appeared in the door frame too, the same smug face. Ben dragged them both inside his room, locking the door behind him. He could see Y/N averting her eyes to her feet, embarrassed at the situation.

         “Goddammit, Klaus!” Ben gritted through his teeth. “Couldn’t you be quieter?”

         “Hey, I only wanted your notes for today’s class, you were the one who was eating that poor girls face,” Klaus defended himself.

         “Klaus,” Ben gritted and jumped on his brother, his hands balled in fists. Diego got in the middle of them both, separating them with his body, his hands on their chests.

         “Stop it!” Diego said loudly. Ben calmed down, his eyes full of anger. Klaus still adorned a mischievous expression, completely amused by his brother’s embarrassment and anger.

         The atmosphere tense, Y/N got up from the bed and walked next to Ben. She extended her hand to Klaus. “I’m Y/N,” she said quietly, with a smiled. Klaus eyes calmed and softened. He took her hand and shook it.

         “Nice to meet you. You know, I’ve heard so much about you,” he said charmingly. Ben could see she hadn’t even flinched at that pathetic attempt.

         “No, you haven’t,” Ben scoffed, and Klaus glared at him angrily.

         “Shush, Ben,” Klaus said. Diego dropped his hands to his side.

         Y/N turned to Diego then and extended her hand to him. “You must be Diego, right?”

         He shook it. “Right,” he said dryly. “And you’re the Y/N.”

         “The one and only,” she said quietly, as a joke. Ben cracked a smile at her charm, and it didn’t go unnoticed by his brothers. “Well, I think it’s time I leave, it’s getting late and I promised my parents I’d be home early.”

         “Yeah, yeah of course,” Ben said, shaking his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning okay?”

         “Okay,” she nodded as she left through his window. “Hey Ben!”

         “Hum?” he hummed, looking at her, he got closer to her leaning down to see her properly.

         She kissed him gently on his lips. “I love you too,” she whispered and left, climbing down the fire escape.

         Ben turned to his brothers, after he closed the window, theirs faces so smug and insufferable. Ben sighed defeated, opening his drawer on his tiny table, for his notes. He shoved it to Klaus and said: “Here it is, the fucking notes. Now out.”

         He unlocked the door and opened it for them to leave.

         “Hey, hey, hey,” Klaus said, “you promised you would be careful with this endeavor.”

          “I was careful, okay?” Ben defended himself. “You didn’t knock.”

          “You don’t knock either,” Diego said, siding with Klaus.

          “That was different,” Ben said. “It was urgent.”

          “The notes are also urgent,” Klaus chimed in.

          Ben groaned frustrated. “It could have waited!”

          “No, it couldn’t. Do you want Dad to eat me alive, Benjamin?” Klaus said.

          Ben froze. “Of course not,” he said.

          “Well, then. Be more careful, Benny,” Diego put his hand on Ben’s shoulder.

          “This is not fair, you know,” Ben stated. “You’re holding this information hostage and this is a completely dickish thing to do!” he shouted after them, both on their backs on their way down the hall.

          He only received a middle finger in return.

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Girlfriend. Such a peculiar word.

          Y/N never thought she would call herself that. It never actually crossed her mind. But after Ben…It was hard to imagine how she had lived so much time without him. She couldn’t fathom a life without him. It was almost logical that there was no other word she could call herself after Ben. Maybe a few other words, but those were reserved for the future. And what a bright future that was.

          It was his birthday today. It was a happy day, to Y/N at least. She had aced her math test—thank God—and most of all, she would spend the entire afternoon with Ben. That was special, extra special: it was getting harder and harder for them to meet. Ben’s dad was loading them with unhealthy hours of training. One day, Ben had come to her house late at night, on the verge of tears, unable to sleep because of the nightmares. Even though confused, she let him in. That night she slept on the couch—she didn’t have the heart to make him sleep uncomfortably.

          On top of unfair parental expectations, Y/N had tons of homework to go through. She had to get into college and slacking wasn’t an option. Thankfully, sometimes, Ben could help her—and she was thankful (only for a moment, though) for their father for making them take so many advanced classes—but she couldn’t rely on his help all the time, otherwise she wouldn’t actually learn.

          She raced from her school to his house. She had bought cupcakes for him, and his present was neatly wrapped inside her bag, secured between her pencil case and endless amounts of school work (no wonder her back was always hurting).

          She turned a corner, entering the alley next to his house. A bit out of breath, she looked up to his window. It was already open. She smiled and started climbing the stairs.

          He was taking a nap. Careful not to startle him, she got into the room quietly. She took of her sneakers and laid her backpack on the floor. She went to the door, checking to see if it was really locked. It was, she doubted he would really nap if it wasn’t. She rested the box of cupcakes on top of his desk and turned to look at him.

          He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. It warmed her heart to know that there was a moment in the day where he wasn’t tormented by anything. She sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. Ben moaned in complaint, shifting slightly in his sleep. She brushed his hair out his forehead delicately, her tough ghosting over his skin.

          “Ben,” she said calmly. “Darling, wake up.”

          Ben shifted once again, his eyes fluttering open. He opened a smile when he saw her. He stretched his arms and yawned, his hands falling on top of hers once he did it. “Hey,” he said softly.

          “I’m sorry I woke you,” she replied, adverting her eyes to the window.

          “It’s okay,” he said. “I can sleep when it’s actually time to sleep.”

          He squeezed her hands tightly. “Happy birthday, Ben,” she said lovingly.

          “Thanks,” he answered, smiling. He sat up right, supporting his weight on one arm. He leaned over her, their lips meeting shortly.

          “I brought you something,” she whispered, her forehead resting on his.

          “You didn’t have to, you being here is enough,” he said.

          She leaned back, looking at him with a funny look. “You’re too sweet sometimes,” Y/N said. She got up and knelt beside her backpack. “I hope you make good use of this, okay?” she told him, as she handed him a small box with a bow on top of it.

          He took the package from her hands and opened it. Inside there was a small phone and a cable. He took the phone out and flipped it open, a picture of Y/N flashing on the back of the screen. “My dad upgraded his phone, so I thought I would give this one to you. You know so we can talk, even if we can’t see each other.”

          Ben looked up at her, his eyes full of emotions she couldn’t quite place. “Thank you,” he said. “I don’t know what to say.”

          She smiled at him. “How about we eat those cupcakes,” she pointed to the box on the table, “and read some poems?”

          “That’d be perfect.”

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Something was wrong. She could feel it in her bones.

          Ben would never take this long to call her after a mission. Not after he got the cell phone. Something was incredibly wrong.

          Y/N paced in her room, anxious at a phone call. Snow fell outside her window, white painting the landscape outside. She couldn’t see the Umbrella Academy from where she was, which didn’t ease her anxiety one bit. She could hear ambulances and police cars passing through the street: it must have been ugly if they needed that many cops and medics at the scene.

          “Honey, there’s someone at the door for you!” she heard her mom scream downstairs. Y/N put her slippers and went downstairs. She quietly approached the door, trying to ease her beating heart, hoping it would be Ben waiting for her at the other side. It wasn’t.

          Instead, there stood Diego, bloodied and beaten, a huge and deep scratch coming from his top right ear stopping just above his right cheek freshly sewn shut. He was wearing that stupid uniform, no coat, and she could see he was shaking from the cold. His eyes were hollow and watery, she could see dried trails of tears on his cheeks. She faltered at the sight, hand resting at the wall to prevent her from falling.

          “No,” she whispered. “Diego, no,” she said louder. “Please tell me, he—” she couldn’t stop the tears from running down anymore.

          He looked down at his hands, a bunch of letters on his hands. “I—I—I’m s—s—sorry,” he stuttered out. “H—h—he didn’t mmm—make it.”

          “Oh my,” her mom said. She ushered the boy into the house, as her daughter fell to her knees in the main foyer letting out a painful scream, tears roaming free.

          She felt Diego’s hands on her arms, calloused, getting her up. She clutched her t-shirt where her heart was supposed to be. She didn’t have one anymore. It died with Ben.

[lodi-writes]

I love your blog! can you do a fanfic for the rfas snap chat and instagram like would they be mostly mc or etc.

Hi hi!!! Aa thank you so much for the love!!!!! I know you put fanfic in the request but I wasn’t quite sure how to incorporate this as a fic so I did them as headcanons, I hope that’s okay!!

Yoosung

Snapchat:

Probably the most likely out of the RFA to keep up streaks

His story would have lots of photos of his LoLoL wins, new armor he’s gotten in the game, etc.

His streaks would mostly be “good morning” and “stayin’ up late” photos of his face with big eye bags from playing too late

He’d probably prefer snapchat to regular messages for talking with MC because it feels more personal to him

He’d love screenshotting snaps that MC sends him that have her face in them (with her permission, of course)

Instagram:

Doesn’t use instagram a lot

He thinks that it’s too much work to keep up

He’d occasionally post LoLoL memes and share random posts that he liked on his story

Every single time MC posts though, he’ll absolutely share it on his story with a whole paragraph about how much he loves her

Once they’d been together for a while, Yoosung would for sure do anniversary posts

Zen

Snapchat:

Selfies for days!!!!

I mean, would you expect anything less from this man?

His snaps and his story would be entirely selfies

Though, when he meets MC and they start spending all their time together, his story would slowly start to be taken over by pictures of MC and him just having fun and hanging out

Instagram:

He’d have a pretty big following on instagram due to his rising popularity so he’d definitely keep up with it

Most of his posts are casual selfies and performance clips

Since his following is 99% fans, he has to hold back a bit on posting pictures of him with MC, as much as he does want to show everyone how much he loves her

Roughly 1 in 20 posts would have MC in them

That won’t stop him from going all out when he does post pictures of the two of them together, compiling tons of photos into one post with super long descriptions talking about how lucky he is 

Jaehee

Snapchat:

She definitely would never post on her story

She would absolutely not care about keeping up streaks

She’d often use snapchat just for the messaging function for speedy communication

Why take a picture when all that’s important are the words?

After adding MC, she’d slowly start to enjoy sending selfies

Seeing MC’s smile and the way her eyes light up in the snaps she gets back after sending a selfie make her day

Instagram:

While working at C&R, she wouldn’t post very often

Maybe the occasional photo of a weekend outing, which we all know would not be often

After quitting and starting her cafe, she’d start posting lots of photos of fancy coffees and desserts that she sells

She’d definitely do a bit of promo on her account for the cafe to try and get more foot traffic in the shop

Jumin

Snapchat:

Oh god, this man is horrible at using snapchat

If you think his photos are bad normally

Man, you’re in for a treat

Since it’s an even more casual setting than the messenger, he’d care even less about the quality of the pictures he takes

MC eventually recommends trying to take videos instead of photos because hey, maybe it won’t matter if his hand is moving if it’s a video

She was sorely mistaken

His hand is always so shaky while taking videos and always ends up half covering the mic so it’s hard to even hear what’s going on

He loves when MC sends videos back though because the sound of her voice never fails to put a smile on his face

Instagram:

He wouldn’t have a personal instagram account, but would 100% have an account for Elizabeth the 3rd

He wouldn’t dare take the photos himself

He’d hire a professional photographer (let’s not kid ourselves, probably V) to take the photos to “properly capture her beauty” and hire a social media manager to keep up the account

Saeyoung

Snapchat:

Pretty much only in it for the filters, you can’t convince me otherwise

Loves sending photos of Yoosung with the puppy filter on without telling him to pretty much everyone

His favorites are the voice changing filters

Posts about his babies (a.k.a. his cars) on his story a lot

He wouldn’t want people to be able to track MC to him, so he probably wouldn’t post anything of her on his story

But he would love sending her funny videos throughout the day because he loves her reactions since they mean that he made her happy, and that’s his main goal in life

Instagram:

He’d absolutely run a popular meme account under a fake identity

Lots of Long Cat memes

He’d definitely have flex credits, like that one meme account that got direct permission to repost Elon Musk’s tweets with credit

He wouldn’t ever post photos of MC’s face, but he’d do anniversary story posts of them holding hands of something like that

[roseelise]

“You are a living work of art, Jughead Jones.” J.J  (part 2)

Reposting all my writings from @r0s3mm, my main blog, it is not stolen or plagiarized. All my works on my masterlist are main unless stated otherwise. 

Hello! Welcome to 2-h, the back up account of @r0s3mm, I’ll be posting my works on here too until (hopefully) my blog gets restored and if not this will become my main blog. 

Pairing:Jughead Jones x reader 

Word Count: 2265

Author’s note/warnings: language, kissing? 

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“Would I be naked ?” “No, of course not, I want you to feel comfortable. You’ll probably be just shirtless.” I said hope bubbling inside of me. “Who’s gonna be there ?” “Us. Only you and I. I swear.” “Alright I’ll do it. But you owe me.” He said before letting himself fall on my bed.

“Jug ! Juggie !” I called for him in the school’s hallway.

“Hey.” He turned around and saw the way I was dressed. “So,-” “What the hell happened to you ?” He asked as he saw that I was wearing a baby blue pyjama pants and a yellow flannel. “Yeah, hum, I’ve been up all night to put up some sketches before we do the shoot.” I talked really fast. “What are you running on to talk like that ?” He let out a low chuckle. “A few cups of black coffee.” I said as the bell rung. “But you don’t even like coffee.” “I know. Anyway Ms.Evans, that’s my art teacher, gave us two other weeks to do it because she wants multiple shots for each student.” “How many do YOU want ?” He smiled at me knowingly. “What’s that supposed to mean ?” I asked as I hurried my already late self to my locker. Jughead hot on my trail. “I know you, if your teacher wants three shots, you’ll do ten so that after you’ll be able to choose three of them and the rest you’ll put it in the album you keep on you computer.” He glanced down at my body and shook his head.

As I rolled my eyes, we entered the class with B and V.

When we all arrived at my house after school, Archie and Veronica placed themselves on the love seat, Betty and I went in the kitchen for glasses of water while Jug looked in my fridge for some kind of heavy snack.

“Ok guys so, friday night ! What do we do ?” I asked my two best friends.

They shrugged and we joined Archie and Veronica in the living room, who were in a full make out session.

“Come on !” Jughead sighed. “You guys are unbelievable.” Betty mumbled.

Seeing that neither of them moved I sat next to them and pulled Ronnie away from the redhead and made her sit on me.

“You won’t move anymore.”

We were three in the love seat Betty was laying on the three seat couch, almost sleeping and Jughead was sitting on the smallest couch that would normally fit only one human being.

“I wanna watch a movie. What should we watch ?” Ronnie said standing up. “Hum.. So- (y\n) ? Where are all of your movies ?” “There ..?! Why ?” “Because there’s only old stuff.” “Yeah, because that’s what I watch. Just put Pulp Fiction on and it’ll be good.” “I don’t get you guys ..” She sighed standing up and coming to sit with Arch and I. “What ?” “Jug and you. You guys have that obsession with old movies.” “They’re great.” We both said at the same time, looked at each other and it made me blush a bit.

Half an hour after we started the movie, Arch and Ronnie were taking a lot of place on the love seat and Betty was completely asleep on the couch. I took a heavy blanket and sat on the floor, my back against Betty’s couch.

“Tss” I heard to my left.

I looked up and Jug was frowing at me.

“What ?” I asked in a whisper. “What are you doing on the floor ?” He asked in the same tone. “There’s no place.” “Come sit with me.”He patted is lap. “What no, you’ve got just enough room for yourself.” “I don’t care come on “Jughead I said no. I’m ok here.”  

After another twenty minutes my butt started to feel numb, so I stood up and walked to my best friend who had placed himself so I could sit on his lap, his arms finding their place around my wait resting on my lap.

“Jug what time is it ?” “Barely 5:45.” He whispered.

I looked at our friends, Betty was still sound asleep on our right, Archie and Veronica were talking quietly.

“We’re the only ones listening.” I noticed as I turned to look at him.

He turned at the same time and our noses would have brushed together if one of us moved.

“Yeah.” He breathed out.

Our heads were still turned toward each other. Like in some sort of trance we couldn’t get out of.

“I’m- i’m quite hungry right now, uhm, would you like something ?” I asked him as his eyes went from my (y\e\c) eyes to my lips. “I’- i’m good. Thanks.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I walked to the kitchen and drank a glass of water.

“We saw that.” Veronica said. “Saw what ?” “That almost kiss between you and Jughead. Archie and I saw it.” “That was nothing.” “Yeah sure. I haven’t seen someone glance at someone else’s lips so many times.” She winked at me when Betty’s sleppy body got in the kitchen. “I think the boys are plotting against us.” “Why ?” I asked. “When I woke up, you guys weren’t there and Arch was talking to Jug with a smug look on his face and when I stood up they stopped.” “Do you know what they were talking about ?” V asked B. “Heard your name, why ?” Betty pointed to me. “Because our little (y\n) had a moment a few minutes ago.” “WHAT ?” She shrieked. “Shut up jesus and Ronnie it wasn’t a moment.” “Yeah sure. You guys were almost eyes fucking with your bottom lip bitten by your teeth and his eyes looking more at your lips than me when I look at Louboutins.” “Oh my god really ? You guys had a momen-” I threw her a piece of bread when the boys came in.

“What are you girls talking about ?” Archie asked looking at his raven haired girlfriend. “N-nothing that concerns you.” I said not bothering to look at Jughead. “What about Jug. Does it concern him ?” “W-what ? No ! It’s none of your business what we were talking about.” I said turning my body towards the fridge.

From an outsider point of view the five teenagers would be living a whole other story.

He’d see a red head and a raven headed couple trying to break two of their best friends, they would see a blonde girl, an amused look on her face along with one of pure concern for her (y\h\c) friend, talking about her. The outsider would look at the teenager and think that she was being scolded by her parents. She wouldn’t look up to the raven haired boy, nor would she muttered more than a few words.

But then, he would see the infamous raven haired boy, who couldn’t take his eyes off of his best friend. He’d look at her like she was the most beautiful person in the whole world and she was, to him. Because he knew her inside and out. Jughead never really thought about her that way, he always knew he liked the girl, that he had a crush on her, but when, a few minutes ago, he was so close to her. He knew that he loved her and that he had been gone for quite a while.

It was around dinner time, when everyone was gone except her model for the night,  that she started to draw ideas for him to do later that night.

“You know you’ll have to talk to me, sometimes, right ?” Jughead asked from his sitting position on her bed. “I know.” She muttered still not looking at him.

Her whole body stiffened when she felt his warmth on her back.

“What are you doing, Jug ?” She breathed out. “Glad you still remember my name.” He chuckled, which made her chuckled too. “You’re not funny.” She said as her whole body relaxed at the familiarity of their exchange. “I am, you know it and you love it.” “Why so confident ?” She asked him as she turned to face him, but was surprised when she saw that he was at the same heigh as her.

She took back her pencils and paper and walked away from him as she sat on her bed.

“Ok so I thought we could accentuate the features on your abdomen, your jaw and your cheekbones.” She said, voice low, sketching over a poorly done portrait of the man. “You’re not gonna put make up on me are you ?” “I don’t really have make up, Jug. I’ll use body paint with warm tones a little bit darker than your skin color. Then I’ll just put colors all over and take some shots at certain steps so it creates a bit of diversity.”

He nodded then sighed before taking another bite of the now cold pizza on the dresser. He helped her set up her photography equipment, such as the lights and the different lenses.

“Can I- Jug, can I abuse of the opportunity you’re giving me this week end and- “ “What do you want me to do, (y\n) ?” “I want you to, full on model for me. Like the big actors do.” She asked searching his face for any denial.

He knew he couldn’t exactly tell her no. He wasn’t able to do it.

“Inspired by some of the James Dean’s photo I saw the other day.” She informed him. “James Dean ? Have you seen the guy ?” “Yes, in fact I did.” “And you think -” “Jug, listen to me and if you start reciting me the “I’m a weirdo” speech I swear on my own head that I’ll burn that beanie down to ashes. You are one of the most beautiful person I’ve had the chance to see in my whole freaking life and I don’t know how you still don’t see that.”

She said before going to her closet and getting out clothing of leather, dark outfits and all sorts of accessories and clothes.

“Is that a cigarette ?” “Yes, but you won’t light it. It’s just for the aesthetics.”

Five hours later the traits were accentuated, shirts have been on and off and lights have been adjusted. She was finally done and told him that if she had to make some touch ups, she’ll text him.

“Ok, so what do you wanna do ?” She asked him as he got out of the ensuite bathroom.

She raised her head from the editing program on her laptop to see Jughead shirtless, even though she had seen him without a shirt all night long it was different because she was in a work mode, but now. He was ruffling his dark hair with a towel and was dressed with a flannel pajama pants that started to get lower on his hips.

He sat on the bed in front of her and looked at her, his eyes observing every single detail of her face. He leaned in and searched her eyes for any non-verbal refusal from her. When he saw she was too focused on his lips he finally connected them together.

His lips, surprisingly soft, had this subtle taste of the sugary juice he drank a few minutes before his shower, her nose was filled with the scent of her shower gel he used. It wasn’t one of those Hollywood kisses where theres was big fireworks and where their hearts were beating hard and fast. They both knew it was the right time and place for this closed lips kiss. A few seconds after, they pulled apart and smiled softly at each other. They were content with what happened and knew to never talk about it.

“Blonde.” She whispered. “What ?” “Blonde would look good on you. It would fit your eyes.” She smiled at him.

The week that passed was complete hell, (y\n) hadn’t properly seen her friends except from the time when they were in school. Outside of those hours she would be at the studio, developping her photos and getting help with other minor projects. She also had tons of homework to do, Betty recently asked her to helped her on the Blue and Gold and be their official photographer. Between all of that she didn’t really have time to hang-out with her friends, also she was asleep by 8:30 so that really didn’t help. Saturday morning, (y\n) went out, seeing as this was her only moment of calm and walked, camera hung around her neck she snapped  sceneries that would look good on her already full bedroom wall.

“Hey there stranger.” She heard a voice say.

She turned around to see her three friends.

“Hi guys !” She greeted them with a smile. “So, you’re avoiding us now or what ?” Ronnie asked her. “No, no guys I swear. I’m sorry if you thought that-” She dropped the camera on her stomach. “(Y\N\N), it’s fine. We were just wondering what happened to you this week so.” “Yeah, sorry about that. Miss Evans liked Jug’s portrait so much she asked me to help other students and finish other projects and it was just crazy.” “Right, so what are you doing ?” “Abusing of the calm that reigns over Riverdale. Hey have you seen Jug ? Haven’t talked to him in a bit.” “Well we were heading to Pop’s actually. Wanna join ?” “Sure”

[gendryadempsie]

All men must die convention - The second edition

I finally have my digital photos and here are some with Joe (+ Jacob, Iwan and one of my friends). I hate myself on those pictures (i feel soooo ugly), but Joe and the boys are amazing ! I’ll post my pics with other cast members later.

I didn’t put watermark on it, but please, don’t repost without credit and don’t cut me off my own pics. Since last week-end, I saw that a lot and it’s not very respectful nor pleasant for the fans. Thank you in advance.

Now, I’m gonna explain you my week-end. It’s going to be long, feel free to not read lmao. As usual, i’m really sorry for my poor english. I write this very quickly, because I have to go to work in one hour ahah

So, as I already said in a previous post, this week-end was magical and Joe was the best.

During the autographs on saturday, while I was waiting for Jack’s, I heard someone calling me by my name. I turned my head and it was Joe ! He  remembered me from last year ! He asked me if i was ok and he was like “ok, i’m gonna give you a hug”. He came to me and hugged me so tight, it was so cute.

And when i saw him later, for his autograph, he was amazing. I spent 15 minutes with him (I’m so sorry for the fans waiting behind…) and it was incredible. He gave me so many hugs and he remembered many things from our last meeting. He was still excited about the fanbook i made him last year. He looked at my photobook and was happy to see our photo ops from last year. We talked a lot, about the con, our lives and stuff, it was so chill.

I gave him a gift, a football shirt for his collection and oh my god, he looked like a little boy on Christmas morning ! He seemed genuinely happy and told me many times how amazing it was and how much he loved it ! (Later in the week-end, he told me that he talked about this gift to other fans and that he told to all his friends about it ahah). We had a long talk about football, it was fun ! He wrote my autograph :

I told him my mom was at the con and he was so excited ahah (When i saw him later, for the photo ops, my mom was behind in the queue and he told me : “Is that your mom ? You look just like her” and after that, he called her “mom” the whole week-end, even signed her autographe “to Annette/Mom”, ADORABLE !)

Then, i wanted my Gendry Funko pop signed too and i asked him a Gendrya quote. He went with “I can be your family” and told me “I know it’s an Arya quote, but that scene was so emotional and i loved it”, i was like “awww”.

Then, i had to leave, after my 15 minutes with him ahah. I saw him many times during the afternoon : for his meeting-room, his photo ops, the duo with Iwan, the group picture and the duo with Jacob (he loved the idea of using kazoos lmao). He was always so kind, always had a cute word for me like “nice to see you Estelle” and he even called me “lovely Estelle”.

I saw him after, for the selfie lounge and the VIP moment. During the selfie lounge, I went to see all the other actors and had nice chats with all of them, and I finished with Joe. And when I went to see him, we had an adorable and funny moment.

I wanted a seflie with Jacob and him. But Jacob was sitting with Pilou and Gemma. So Joe, who had already taken me by the waist for our photo, took me to them. All three stared at us, as we came towards them, holding each other’s waist, and Jacob said : “Are you gonna make an annoucement ?”. We laughed and I said that I just wanted a selfie. Jacob replied : “Oh shit, I was hoping for some exciting news” and Gemma said : “I’m so disappointed right now”, it was so funny.

I took my selfies with Joe and Jacob, and then, only with Joe.

After that, the VIP moment started. I literally spent 30 minutes with Joe, talking about a lot of things, like football (yes, again ahah), his home, Nottingham, Notting Hill, Hugh Grant, alcohol, his rosy cheeks (yes, don’t ask me why…..), the con itself, my job, etc. It was incredible, but really simple, like if I was talking to a friend, because he makes you feel so confortable ! We also talked about Gendry’s proposal, it was nice.

After that, i saw him and talked quickly with him at the pizzama party, but i spent most of the time with my friends.

Sunday autographs were quicker, because Joe’s manager asked him and the staff to spent less time with fans. But I still had a good five minutes with him. We talked about our nights, the book, our pictures from saturday, his football shirts collection, etc.

I gave him the letter and the bracelet from @whatmakesmebleed and he was truly happy about him. He immediatly put the bracelet and asked me to take a picture of him for Amber. It was really nice and thoughtful. He also said that he was so sorry to cancel Con of Thrones.

Then, he wrote me the cutest autograph i’ve ever read. When he was writing, the staff member who was next to him looked at me with a big smile, and my friend Johanna, who was behind me, hold my hand so tight. He hugged me and told me he was always happy to see me and that i was lovely.

After that, i saw him again for his meeting room, his photo ops (he made a joke about the proposal pic, about my ring ahah), the duo with Iwan, the group picture and the duo with Jacob. This duo was my last photo op of the week-end and i was really sad. When i told him it was our last moment together, he hugged me and told me again stuffs like “it’s always lovely to see you Estelle” etc., and even Jacob, who isn’t a hugger, hugged me ahah

As all my friends, i was a mess during the closing ceremony and we were all so sad when they left the stage. But then, we had a little surprise. Joe’s manager (who is also the manager of most of the actors who were there) allowed us (people with VIP pass) to come in the selfie lounge room (before it started) to say goodbye to the actors. They were all so cute, they all hugged us, Joe came twice to me to say “bye” and hugged me. I thanked him, he thanked me, it was messy, but it was a perfect way to end the week-end.

And when he left the selfie lounge room, 30 minutes later, i was waiting for my last printed photo op and he waved at me and said “goodbye” one last time.

Now, i have the worst DPC ever, but this week-end was absolutely perfect. I had a blast, all the guests were amazing, nice and funny, and Joe was simply the best.

Sorry for the long text, but I wanted to share that with you. Thanks for reading !!

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Le Sign, Abby

Anonymous asked: this is funny, C posted a photo of beard, D posted photos with the beard. Almost like they were sitting next to each other and saying “ok ok I will say this” (and it isn’t like EVERY Halloween Darren and Chris post their costumes for their fans)

 ajw720 answered:

The only difference, C controls his SM and the bearding, D does not, (that isn’t true but I know you need to believe it or your world comes tumbling down). but they knew the Halloween post was coming when C posted his belated b-day wishes (not that he acknowledged they were late).  

It really is, if you can remove the very human, tragic element, like a script for a really bad D Movie.  C posts “Happy Birthday, Babe!” a day after the man’s actual b-day and “D” praises his fake bride for MAKING TEN costumes (let me stop you right there, Darren was actually APPRECIATING Mia for putting together 10 costumes while he was too busy to help. He was praising her for thinking of and executing 10 costumes. He was honoring her for being as into Halloween as he is and playing along. He was praising her because he loves her. If he wanted to praise her for shopping he would have use the word shopping. Your reductive shopping tirades- which you turned it into a full day of nonsense intended to bully Mia- misses the point of his Tweet entirely. At the end of the day, he appreciates her. If your lover appreciates you AND is sensitive enough to care about your feelings they should write something about you on social media..if they aren’t, then it sucks to be you but shut up because the shopping straw man silly makes you look petty, obtuse, unappreciated, mean girls who are so jealous you can’t see straight.  Yes, a lot of their costumes this year were mass-produced and purchased this year-so what? Who cares? Is the bar of Halloween costumes that they are all couture? In the past they have used costume designers- they never made their own costumes entirely from scratch themselves. But that doesn’t mean that coordinating 10 costumes isn’t time consuming and clearly Darren didn’t care -he appreciated her.) Sure praise her if she actually designed them and sat with her sewing machine  No, she went online and ordered things (I doubt she even went to a store) (Why would that matter? You really have no idea what she did do you? You’re just grasping because you're so pissed that Darren mentioned Mia and now you are stuck erasing that history...AGAIN. Darren is always doing things with- and saying things about- his wife that prove time and time again that they are a couple and he loves her...it infuriates you because you have to erase it or "debunk” it. ) and 3 couple costumes were cheap frankly (Again, why would that matter but also at $50+ per costume, I wouldn't call that “cheap”?).  The only thought was how narcissistic she could be (What did she do? I didn’t see her social media...what did she say? Oh, right, you didn’t see her social media.  You're just pissed that Darren mentioned one nice word about her. Your the one who blew it up into Armageddon and gave her so much attention) in their execution (as @flowersintheattic254 pointed out even the Mario costume had  a reason, it was a reminder of Japan and the fake encagement by referring to the ad that paid for their trip there) (Huh? You're insane.  That’s suuuucccchhhhhh a stretch- but then you cannot stop thinking about that trip. I just don’t understand who the person you believe ccDarren is.  Is he such a coward that he lets Mia walk all over him and hurt him over and over? Why would he agree to be a dog hurt by CDV or make fun of the place they g to engaged if ccMia was ruining his life? Nobody is that much of a wuss ass twit.  The rest of us on planet sanity know that a the real reason they wore that costume was because Mario wins when he rescues Peach).

And seriously how are people not questioning that she spent the entirety of her month picking TEN costumes? (Because it isn’t our place to question that. I don’t get your beef? Is it because she isn’t stuck working 9-5 in a cubicle like you are? Is it because she both a successful business and a wealthy spouse so she has more freedom than you do?)  Who has time for this?  I know, i know, a person whose only role in life is to play fake plus one.(You come off as so jealous every time you bring this up-and god how many times can you bring it up? How other people live shouldn’t concern you. It just spins up your anxiety and you have no control over it. Couples make decisions about their roles and their work schedules and nobody else gets a say and nothing is “normal” or “abnormal”.) 

I am just so tired by D in particular being utterly dragged down by the useless dead weight by his side and his team’s sole ambition to promote her and make her sound like a decent person. (Here’s the harsh reality Abby- Darren posted his Halloween costumes and gave Mia a simple mentioned and you have written or reposted 23 posts about it just today. It has consumed your blog and your life. The ONLY person pushing and promoting Mia is YOU and your ilk. Mia is a decent person with lots and lots of friends-but even if she was the world’s worst person-even if she sat all day stalking and cyber-bulling strangers - you still have no say in who Darren marries and loves. That you don’t like her- or that you 

If they wanted to praise her, maybe they should have forced her to participate in the zero waste initiative instead of sitting drinking by the pool or have her volunteer to help young girls who have been kicked out of their homes, or have been raped.  (This entire paragraph is rich-talk about moving the goalposts- if he had put her in the video-which wasn't under his control since it wasn’t his project, he was just the host- you would have lost your shit over her being in the video raging about her lack of worth  she isn’t famous, she’s a slut, blah blah blah...like please please have enough self respect to recognize that you would have been livid if she was in the project). Or pick any cause and truly volunteer her time to promote it (you have NO idea what she does with her time or money because she doesn’t post it on social media. If she did, you would be raging that she was looking for attention- so please stop. What do YOU do to help the world?).  If she is not going to actually get a job and pursue a career (SHE OWNS A BUSINESS!!!!! Just like your boss... and you know she does. Your refusal to accept that is an ad hominom logical fallacy) please force her to do something that is actually of value and contribute something good to the world. But to praise her for picking TEN costumes? (Le sigh.)   

Praise that comes from a man who this year alone won three awards, is starring in a show he created and wrote the music for, has his first big movie premiere this week, is exec producer and star of a huge show on N/etflix, just announced his starring role with 2 A++ lists actors next spring on Broadway, celebrated the 5th anniversary of the festival he created, volunteered his time for the zero waste initiative, performed at several charity events, and was just yesterday name limited series actor of the decade.  Where is the praise for him from his “bride”? (Abby, come on, just because she doesn’t have public sm doesn’t mean she isn’t praising him in real life -or on her private sm-in fact, she has praised him on her social media that has been reblogged and you bitch about that. She was bragging about him speaking Tagalog at a dinner and your bitched and moaned that she didn’t know the language his mom speaks-forgive me for not believing you know more than she does). He at least deserves it. (Why does he deserve it? Because he’s famous and he’s a good actor? People are more than the value of their celebrity. You sure buy into the celebrity-obsessed culture don’t you? Pathetic. A husband thanking his wife for doing something for him is not something you can argue about-It is what it is. You have no say. There is no argument, no straw man, no gaslighting, and no erasing it). 

(here is where it gets intense)

How do they not see how ridiculous it is for someone with D’s accomplishments in 2019 alone praise a person for purchasing TEN costumes for Halloween? (SMH because one has nothing to do with other. Comparing them is another logical fallacy-your entire post is full of them. It’s like saying that if I am honored for my work saving kids’ lives, you can’t be honored for your work because your work in corporate immigration isn’t as important as mine is). And stans, how do you accept that this is right or normal. (I just don’t get why you continue to ask us WHY and then outright refuse to learn from what we say.  A life without learning is a wasted a life, Abby. To answer your question-because there is no “right" or “normal” when it comes to a stranger’s life. Darren’s life is Darren’s life and he can marry a Rhode’s Scholar or high school drop out with a low IQ. He can marry someone who never wanted to work or someone who wants to own the world. He can marry a humanitarian or Kim Kardashian.  It’s his choice..not yours...you have no say whatsoever.)  You really know nothing about him and have such little respect for him as a person if you continue to accept the character his idiotic team has created on his behalf.  It is so far from the person he is and that he generally holds himself out to be when given the opportunity. (oooh someone has been reading my blooogggggg. No, Abby, YOU have no clue who Darren is.  When I read Darren’s words or hear him in an interview, I take in what he says and I simply add that info into my internal “who is Darren” file. This is how we learn about the personality of anyone and everyone we know. We hear what they say about themselves and we take in how they act and what they care about, what they don’t care about, what they think is important, and what they do with their life at work and outside of work and we form a persona in our minds. You, on the other hand, have decided Darren is a very specific persona that you only see on rare occasions and looks far more like Blaine than he does like the real Darren.  So instead of listening and learning, you immediately set about to rewrite his words, change the meaning, and debase their value and intent because you have already formulated your version of Darren and it’s static. You won’t accept anything he does or says as “real” if it doesn’t meet that fantasy Darren. But this isn’t how it works in real life. We don’t label someone and then expect them to fit that model at all times or we get angry and scream “this isn’t normal”.  Everyone we know is growing and learning and changing al the time and we simply take in that information and store it away as part of their personality. You spend so much time being so angry about Darren’s life  because you haven’t actually seen much of your ccDarren since Glee ended. And you know that at some level because you just said “It is so far from the person he is and that he generally holds himself out to be when given the opportunity” That is the key here- the Darren you love is never around because that Darren ceased to exist when Blaine went away. The Real Darren is the one you see every single day- he’s a multifaceted guy-just like all of us- who can be prim and proper when he wants to but can be bawdy and crude and sexual. They are all Darren Criss). 

This isn’t about being a “gay fetishist” or “hating woman” this is about wanting for D to be fairly and accurately represented and no longer forced to participate in this stupid, life sucking game to promote a person that contributes absolutely nothing to the world.  (No, you're right, this isn’t about being a gay fetishist or misogynist- you are those as well- but this right here is about you not liking the person Darren Criss is in real life and demanding he adopt the persona of a character you fell in love with on Glee.    Darren was never Blaine. Yes, he can act like Blaine in an occasional Tweet or during an interview- usually on the red carpet when he doesn’t know the interviewer. But that doesn’t mean he is that person.  Think about it, you have never once seen the Darren you believe he is outside of Glee events, interviews, your favorite 3 Tweets (the Met Gala coat, the granddaughter of his Midway character and Bradley Cooper)  and the conversations you imagine he has with his family and Chris. It isn't reasonable to believe that the Darren you see every single day isn’t the real Darren. People are who they are, they aren’t who we want them to be- that goes for your favorite celebs, your parents, your best friends, your lovers, your coworkers and even your children (which is a very hard lesson for some parents). You’re suggesting that he is acting like someone else because you don’t like what you see. That isn’t  healthy, period. As for promoting a person who contributes nothing to this world- judging someone based entirely on other people’s social media mentions of her is frankly fucked up. It’s another logical fallacy to believe you know what Mia does for the world. She owns an entertainment venue and Darren is an entertainer. Just because Darren has more fame than she does, doesn’t make him more valuable. It’s really pathetic and sad that you see the world that way.)  If you want to have a strong female role model, there are so many, i’ve talked about a few in the past few days (thus far Nancy, Lea, and Phoebe)  and will continue to do so, but please stop worshiping a person whose sole reason you are speaking about her is her connection to D, even if you refuse to accept it is fake.  (Abby, Darren loves Mia. He married her, IDK what it takes for you to understand that you have no say in his life and bitching and moaning and demonizing Mia says nothing about Mia, but it does say everything about you. You're petty, cruel, a bully, and you are losing sight of reality- please get some help. As for role models- I had to ask because I couldn't’ imagine that Lea was Lea Michele-it’s funny how your opinion of her changed after you saw more of the real Lea on LM/DC tour. Maybe you should learn from that.  Nancy Pelosi-I mean yes but are you suggesting Darren marry Nancy? And Phoebe? Phoebe who? I don’t understand this argument at all. First of all it false presumes that everyone looks to Mia as a role model. None of us know her. The only people obsessing about others looking to Mia as a role model are you and the tinhats. I’m 50 years old, the only younger people I look to as role models are people who are doing something to change the world we are living in -fighting corruption, hate, and climate change. I don’t look to Lea, Darren or Mia as role models .  I enjoy them as entertainers and I think Mia is kick ass but it ends there.   We can all look to Nancy as a role model, but what the hell doe she have to do with Darren and Mia? My celebrity crush on Darren has nothing to do with looking for strong female role models nor does it have anything to do with who he is married to). 

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 5.5

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in October 2015 and is about how Dodger joined the family!

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological.  It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future.  However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

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Episode 5

Episode 5.5: And Dodger Makes 4

October 21, 2015

The Oregon Ducks fight song filled the quiet bedroom with noise waking both Ellie and Daisy up. The dog snorted her displeasure of being woken up while Ellie reached over and grabbed the phone from her bedside table.

"Hello?" she answered, sleepily.

"Hey babe," Chris's voice echoed through her phone. "Did I wake you?"

Ellie squinted at the clock on his side of the bed and then cursed into the phone. "Chris, it's only 5 in the morning here," she grumbled.

"Ah, shit, babe," Chris groaned. "I'm sorry! You want to call me back later?"

"No, it's fine," she replied, sitting up in their bed and yawning. "What's up?"

"You know how we've been talking about getting a second dog?" Chris asked.

"Uh huh," Ellie replied, stealing a glance at Daisy who'd happily taken over Chris's side of the bed during his absence.

"I think I found him," Chris told her. "I'm going to send you a photo."

A second later there was a ding on her phone and Ellie put Chris on speaker phone before going to look at the photo.

"Oh Chris," she said with a smile. "He's beautiful."

"He's a mutt, the shelter isn't sure what all he is," Chris told her. "He's just over a year old and is the sweetest."

"Do you think he'd get along with Daisy?" she asked.

"He gets along great with the other dogs here," Christ replied. "But the shelter director recommended that we bring Daisy out here to meet him."

"That probably would be a good idea," Ellie agreed. "What's your plan?"

"Well, this is the last week of filming, so I thought the two of you could fly out here on Friday," Chris explained. "We can spend the weekend together at my place here and introduce the dogs. If all goes great then the four of us can head back to LA on Sunday."

"Sounds perfect to me," Ellie said with a smile. "I've really missed you."

"I've missed you, too," Chris sighed. "I'm going to try harder next year to convince you to come with me to Georgia when we film the next Avengers movie."

Ellie smiled as her brain said it wouldn't take much convincing, but her mouth said, "I can't wait to see you try."

Chris chuckled and then groaned as someone on his end of the phone called his name. "Crap, I've got to get back to set," he said. "Sorry for waking you up, babe."

"Don't worry about it," Ellie replied. "Daisy and I will see you on Friday."

"I can't wait," Chris stated. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied and then made a kissy sound into the phone.

"If I wasn't surrounded by like 50 other people, I would totally do that, too," Chris told her. "But I'm already getting funny looks."

"Chicken," Ellie teased. "Get back to work so you can afford my first class ticket for this weekend."

"See you Friday," Chris said with a chuckle before hanging up.

Putting her phone back down on her bedside table, Ellie rolled over and looked at Daisy. "This time next week you might have a brother," she told the dog.

Two days later, Ellie walked through the security zone of the airport in Savannah, GA and searched the sea of people for Chris. Spotting someone leaning against the wall with their ball cap wearing head tilted down, she quickly made her way over and smiled when she saw him holding a bouquet of brightly colored daisies.

Chris chanced a glance up as he heard footsteps nearing him and a smile stretched across his face when he saw Ellie standing in front of him. He quickly closed the distance between the two of them and gave her a kiss on the lips, not caring who might be watching. It had been over a month since he'd seen his girlfriend last.

"God, I've missed you," he said as he held her close to him.

"I've missed you, too," she replied, nuzzling her face into his neck and breathing in the spicy, woodsy scent that lingered on him. "You smell really good."

Chris chuckled and placed a kiss on her neck. "Should we go get our girl?" he asked.

"Yes, we should," Ellie replied, remembering they were in a very public airport. "This is the longest flight she has ever been on."

Thirty minutes later they were reunited with Daisy and the dog nearly tackled Chris when she saw him. She greeted him with slobbery kisses and happy barks, knocking his ball cap off his head in the process.

Their actions caught the attention of others in the baggage claim area and a couple kids came over to say hello to Captain America. Ellie pulled Daisy off to the side while Chris greeted the kids and signed a couple things for them. He talked to them for a few minutes before leading them over to Ellie. "They wanted to meet Daisy," he told her. Then he knelt down and patted Daisy on the head. "This is my dog Daisy," he said to the kids. "Let her smell your hand and she might let you pet her."

The kids held their hands out and Daisy sniffed them. Then she tilted her head to the side and gave them a smile with her tongue sticking out from one side of her mouth.

"She likes you guys," Chris said with a chuckle. "And she wants you to pet her neck." He rubbed Daisy's neck and the dog closed her eyes. The kids copied him and only stopped when their parents came over to get them.

Before anyone else could sidetrack them, Chris and Ellie made their way out to the parking garage where his rental car was waiting. They loaded Daisy into the backseat and then climbed into the front seat.

"Damn it is hot," Ellie muttered as she flipped down the sun visor to survey the damage the humidity had done to her hair in the short walk to the car. Groaning at the extra frizzy state, she grabbed a hair tie out of her purse and wrestled her hair into a messy bun while Chris chuckled from the other side of the car. "Oh shut up."

Instead of driving directly to the small condo he had rented for his stay in Savannah, Chris drove them out to the shelter where Dodger was, having already made arrangements with the shelter's director to bring Daisy out for her first meeting with Dodger. Upon arriving there, he sent Ellie inside first to meet Dodger on her own before he brought Daisy in.

Going inside, Ellie introduced herself to the receptionist, saying she had an appointment with the director. She waited a couple minutes for the director to arrive and then followed her into one of the doggy play rooms where the happy dog Chris had sent her a picture of was sitting with a volunteer.

The moment Dodger laid eyes on Ellie he gave her a smile and trotted over to her. He didn't even wait for her to hold out her hand for him to smell, he just melted against her, like he knew they belonged together.

Nodding at the director, Ellie sat down and gave Dodger a good rub as the director left the room to get Chris and Daisy from the lobby.

A couple minutes later, the door opened and Chris came in with Daisy on her leash. Kneeling down, he let her off the leash and then waited to see what she would do.

Slowly, Daisy made her way over to where Ellie sat with Dodger.

"What do you think, Daisy?" Ellie asked her dog.

Daisy and Dodger began to sniff each other out, both using Ellie as a safety net from the other dog.

Quickly enough, however, Dodger gave a playful bark and jumped at Daisy in a playful manner. Daisy looked at the younger dog as if she was trying to decide what to do.

"It's ok, Daisy," Chris told her. "You can play with him."

As if that was what she was waiting for, Daisy gave a playful bark in return.

Ellie looked up and smiled at Chris. Their small family of three had just become a family of four.

Episode 6

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So, I have to go to Book Expo America at the end of this week. If you are not some official publishing person you’re probably like, “What is Book Expo America?” It’s this big huge massive (insert another large-sounding adjective here) industry thing where there are:

1. Publishers 2. Authors 3. Book sellers 4. Publicists

And almost all of them are well dressed.

There is the issue! I am from Maine…. Okay, I live in Northern Maine. How northern? When people from Glamour Magazine came up here to do a photo shoot with Megan Kelley Hall and myself (for our Dear Bully anthology) they made us DRESS IN LL BEAN CLOTHES!!!!!

Yes, even Glamour knew that it is not glamorous up here.

Sigh.

Megan still looked good. Me? The hair stylist/make-up person kept complaining about my hair, and how my nose turned red in the cold, and I felt so badly for her because she was used to super models or My Little Pony (really – she was the stylist for My Little Pony) and then she got stuck with me.

Anyway, I was thinking about BEA and authors who are always beautiful and poised and funny and lovely. And I have decided I need to somehow magically channel these authors at BEA so I don’t look like a hick from Maine or like, you know, I’ve never actually interacted with other actual human beings before.

But pretty much everything in my wardrobe has paint stains on it, holes, or long white dog fur.

She always blames me. There are lint rollers out there for a reason. Geesh.

I basically come across as either an eccentric old-money professor or homeless.

You may think I have no reason to be panicky, but I’m going to repost what happened to me the last time I went to BEA, and maybe you’ll understand.

ONCE AGAIN FOR THOSE WHO MISSED IT BEFORE – HERE IS THE HORRIBLE INCIDENT OF ME AT BEA LAST TIME (Taken from the original blog post of horror): So, yep, I had my skirt fall off (YES! PAST MY KNEES!) when I got out of the taxi today!  Oh, Britney…oh Lindsey…oh Paris… I so feel your pain. Fortunately, there were no paparrazzi, just my cab driver (His eyes got really big) and a father with his eight-year-old son (WHO WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!). They were standing right there, waiting for the taxi. The little boy gasped! GASPED!!!! I have marred him for life.

I then realized I should not be let out of Maine.

So I started yanking my skirt up with my hand while trying to: a. Pay taxi driver guy b. not die c. juggle three massive bags full of ARCS d. not worry about that little boy’s therapy bills.

It was then that I realized that hotel security cameras probably totally caught the skirt fall action.

I thanked God (and pretty much every potential deity in existence) that I am not famous and therefore not worthy enough to have the skirt DISASTER image blasted all over the internet.

I then hid in the hotel room, vowing never to come out again.

So, yeah. I don’t want that to happen again.

If you would like to see me in unsuitable clothes, check out the Lerner Booth on Friday, June 1 from 11:30 to noon.  I’ll be there with a spy who was also a catcher. 🙂

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So, please buy one of my books. 🙂 The links about them are all up there in the header on top of the page on my website carriejonesbooks.blog .  There are young adult series, middle grade fantasy series, stand-alones for young adults and even picture book biographies.

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Dogs Are Smarter Than People

And finally, the podcast DOGS ARE SMARTER THAN PEOPLE is still chugging along. Thanks to all of you who keep listening to our weirdness. We’re sorry we laugh so much… sort of.

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Book Expo America is Coming and I have Nothing to Wear So, I have to go to Book Expo America at the end of this week. If you are not some official publishing person you’re probably like, “What is Book Expo America?” It’s this big huge massive (insert another large-sounding adjective here) industry thing where there are:

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Reposting these screenshots in a text post because Tumblr randomly decided hours after I posted these to mark my original photo post with them as adult/nsfw or “sensitive.” THANKS TUMBLR YOU’RE THE BEST! >_>

Screenshots from HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS | Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Part 2! :D :D :D

Oh my god I absolutely love this game so far, it’s so my sense of humor! I wish I had a little money so I could buy it on steam and play it, create my own Dadsona and date all the Dream Dads too! Dx The developers have seriously done a fantastic job with this game so far. :) I’m happy that Seán made a series with this game because I love watching him play this game. I love his reactions to the funny writing and seeing the Dads for the first time. I also love the different voices he gives to these characters and how into it he gets into voicing them too. I mean he was pretending to use a treadmill while voicing his character while he’s running on a treadmill in the game. How is stuff like that not fun to watch? xD  Plus with him playing this game and making his own voices for these characters I think they’re what make Seán’s videos of this game unique or different from his other videos. He improvs more lines into the game’s already funny writing and I think that that adds to his Dadsona character in the game and I feel like that’s what makes his videos of this game his because he inserts himself into the game with the voices he does for this series. Honestly I can’t wait to see him play more of this game and see him find and get with his Dream Daddy! ^_^ I fucking love these videos they’re so much fun for me to watch and screenshot! :D

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I was tagged by: @afangirls , @withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus ...who sneakily tagged me back lol

1. When and how did you get into j-rock?

I was seriously into anime between 2006-2008. In March 2008 I went to a convention and there was a panel about Final Fantasy where somebody talked about Gackt. Once at home, I googled Gackt, and Mana and Malice Mizer also came up . That summer I was still mostly into anime, but in late summer and autumn I began to get more and more into jrock and by the end of November I was full-fledged j-rock trash. I was 14 years old at that point. 

2. List your current most favorite band(s).

Omg. So many tho.  I love LIPHLICH beyond anything. You may have noticed. I love KAMIJO, the GazettE, Nocturnal Bloodlust, G.L.A.M.S and anything Mikaru does with his life really, I hella dig THE GALLO, FAR EAST DIZAIN, Tsukasa’s enka solo project.. and then there are special spots in my heart for D’espairsRay and DIR EN GREY. Although I actively do not listen to their entire discographies much (especially Despa since that makes me SAAAAD, I’ll literally never dislike it if they’re on.)  Funny enough, Moi dix Mois and Malice Mizer aren’t among my top musical favorites, don’t think they even make the top ten. I just love the guys, ok. LOL. Especially Mana my babe. He’s like my slightly cold frigid wife while Wataru is my hot passionate mistress. 

3. How many j-rock concerts have you been to? (If you haven’t been to any, which band would you like to see the most in the future?)

With last week’s Mikaru it’s now been 52. All in Europe. (sorta all across Europe tho.) Most times I’ve seen one artist is 6 (Mikaru) and 5 (Satsuki). Then the rest is all in ones and twos.  All this shit would have paid for like 4 trips to Japan at this point I think, but. It’s hard to explain, but I enjoy this the way it is. I’d go see LIPHLICH or THE GALLO in Japan but I fear Japanese lives would ruin my enjoyment of j-rock, since from what I’ve heard, it’s just not ... the way I’d enjoy a live.  And I hate not being in the front lines.  And I kinda like really enjoy supporting j-rock in Europe? The Japanese artists don’t need my money in /Japan/, they need it /here/ to keep coming here. In Japan they already have a fandom. 

4. Which j-rock band do you think is the most underrated?

LIPHLICH. Definitely.  I’ve been doing my damnedest to get them more foreign recognition, but it just doesn’t seem to be doing anything. T T

5. Which j-rock band do you think is the most overrated?

.....MEJIBRAY. They are so insanely overrated, I can’t even put it into words. Not saying they’re necessarily /bad/, they’re not, but they are definitely /overrated/.  ...Also One Ok Rock. Although I consider those a western sell-out not jrock. 

6. Who is your ultimate bias in j-rock? Optionally: Post your most favorite picture(s) of them.

Wataru. Muh waifu And then Mana after him. 

7. What is your most treasured j-rock related memory?

Either when Mikaru remembered me for the first time, or when Wataru responded to several of my questions in a stream. Alternatively when he responded to a question of mine on twitter, lol.  And then also that time I spent with Hiro humping my face for 2 hours at a live, that was some good shit. 

8. How do you support and enjoy j-rock the most? Buying CDs? Going to lives? Just full on going to Japan for it?

I go to concerts and I buy a ton of merch there.  Regarding LIPHLICH, I buy a fuckton of their CDs (sometimes more than one copy) and devote time to my translation page. 

9. How does your family feel about this hobby of yours?  

My mother likes some j-rock too (KAMIJO for instance), but usually she’s just excited for me and calls the guys ‘pretty boys’, lol. The rest of my family doesn’t really give many fucks. And my father probably thinks I’m a lesbian because of the girly men, hah. 

10.What is the craziest j-rock fandom story that you have?

J-rock story is probably how I got lost on my way to the toilet at an ACE live and accidentally ran backstage and bumped into Rookie Fiddler (poor guy lol)  ....or how I met Inoran at the toilets. He was wearing cheetah-print underwear.  J-rock fandom story...  Back up till 2010 a girl in the czech fandom used to lick tourbuses as a .. just a thing she did, lol.  And approx 4 years ago, there used to be a girl on tumblr who spitefully published Madousho photos because Mana didn’t want to fuck her.  ...Also 3 or so weeks ago I talked to a random k-pop fan about Mikaru and showed her songs.  She fell in love with him instantly real hard, and now I’ve created a monster because she lowkey harasses him and is kinda like real cringey and we’re all like oh god what have I done. 

I tag: @missimbalance , @piss-yellow-socks , @tellmetheteruth , @jrockmama , @ichiban-no-jammu , @annabws13666