#the first pic is an idea of pose for a convention

[thebroken--soul]

Promo pics of the episode 701 of Station 19, "This Woman's Work"

[suiana]

(yandere! fictional character x gn! cosplayer reader) (reader is refuses to acknowledge yan and where he originally came from 💀)

"that's a nice cosplay! where'd you get that wig from?"

"this is not a wig."

"what?"

he tugs at his hair harshly, bending down slightly so you can see his roots. you stare in shock, eyes wide open as you marvel in delight. woah! his cosplay was so realistic!

"see? not a wig."

"oh... nice dye job then!"

"this is my natural hair."

he retorts, standing back upright as you maintain eye contact with him. you tear your gaze away from him, taking in his body and features as you tilt your head at him slightly. huh... now that you're actually looking at him... his cosplay looks a little too realistic... there's no way..?

"you're so cool! you're like, that one character from that one anime i really love-"

"maybe cause i am? i'm here to see you actually...."

you shake your head at him, wagging a finger as you chuckle slightly. it was such a sight for everyone to see. a "delusional" cosplayer and a cosplayer who rejects everything that said delusional cosplayer said.

"haha! you're so in character! if i were a little more dumb i would've believed you!"

you then pat him on the back before waving goodbye at him. the convention was still on-going and you had lots left to do! you must bid farewell to him even if you wanted to chat more. what an interesting fella he is! does he really think he's a fictional character that came into your world just to see you?

"see ya! hope you enjoy the rest of the con! wait, can i have a pic first though?"

you hold your phone, looking up at him expectantly. his beautiful features stare down at you before he sighs, nodding as he poses for the camera.

you cheer, getting your phone in position before flinching as you feel him stand way too close for comfort. ah well... it's only for a while anyways. you'll just let this one pass...

"thank you! see ya!"

you then skip away, wanting to enjoy the rest of the con as you leave the mysterious cosplayer all alone. what a funny guy! he was so in character and he said he was here for you! how cute!

unfortunately it was not cute at all for him.

damn it, he thinks. he grits his teeth as he rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration. you're just so... infuriating at times. how could he make you believe that he's real?

and that's when it hit him. he could just kill everyone in this convention until you acknowledge him! what a wonderful idea! he then stretches, warming up his body as he grins to himself.

he can't wait to see that look on your face when you realize that he's the real deal!

[leesha245]

So...my first SPN Convention happened over the weekend, and I'm still trying to find the words and emotions for everything.

In my head, I knew the ops go quickly, but I still felt like a deer in headlights when it was time to get a photo with J2 and Misha. My planned poses never quite got there. And so, I'm still in the process of trying to like my pics lol.

First, let me tell you -- Misha Collins' photos don't do him justice. He is gorgeous. I don't usually get starstruck, but I had a hard time looking at him during my Cas photo op when I asked him to heal the pain in the back of my head (an op that was gifted to me at the con by the way-- thank you ladies!)

My favorite moments were Misha's Good Idea special, J2's panel, and the wink I got after Misha signed my auto.

I am so proud of Misha for sharing deeply personal memories that can be described as heartbreaking, unhinged, and hilarious in "Misha's Good Idea..." He is a fascinating man, and I continue to have deep admiration for him.

Anyway, I'm trying to overcome post-con depression and be grateful for the opportunities I had this weekend and being able to share it with my new friend, Ding. We met in FB group a few months ago, looking for a hotel roommate for the con. Now that I know what to expect, I hope to experience it again in the future.

[siletreas-workshop]

Cult of the Lamb Cosplay!

In one of my most recent posts I gave thanks to VanhooverPE for the awesome convention I was very happy to go to! what I didn't mention however was that I was in cosplay! I was wearing my fully finished COTL Lamb cosplay and was super fortunate to meet amazingly talented VA’s such as Ellie Ray and Tabitha St Germaine and Mark Hamill and meet incredibly talented artists such as @therealakineko​ and Gobiraptor and BoomPOP  and Waffle Wishes  I also got to compete in the awesome cosplay contest hosted by Crackle’s Cousin Cosplay where I was overjoyed to win the advanced category and best in show! and now for what anyone reading this has actually been waiting for! THE PICTURES!!! (I took tons so I’m just posting some of my faves)

looking fabulous as the Lamb!

went with one of my besties @berushogunposts​

was absolutely blessed to meet Ellie Ray!

dunno who your fursona is but I love how they look!

you were so nice and cheerful to chat with!

one of the crackles cousin cosplayers!

another awesome person!

the con started on a Friday the 13th so this brilliant madlad combined Pinkie Pie with Jason!!! the chainsaw actually WORKS and plays music! they made it themselves and I was super lucky that I got permission to hold it for a few photos!

this is Gobiraptor in her ADORABLE fursuit! (I bought a hanging wall-scroll version of the Velvet Remedy blanket behind her along with the matching enamel pin and a GORGEOUS Derpy Seraphim pin!)

here’s a pic of all of the cosplayers all together for the contest! everyone here did a FANTASTIC job!

here’s a pic of the Crackle’s Cousin Cosplayers striking a badass pose at the end of the convention!

and then there's THIS gem! (you had to be there to get the joke XD ) overall Vanhoover was a ABSOLUTE BLAST! I also met and became friends with Gabishy and they Vlogged the entire Vanhoover convention! heres a link to it! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jmednveoybs

buuut it wasn’t the ONLY convention I wore it too! I just got back from FanExpo! (which is why it’s taken so long for me to post this! I wanted to share all the con pics at once!) it was SO busy but I went in a group with my friends and for one of them it was his first time EVER at a con AND he tried to cosplay!(and did a pretty good job too!) super happy for him!

first person I met at the con was this creative fursuiter! they made their own suit themselves and it looks awesome!

ran into another fursuiter right away and they also made it themselves!

then met this outstandingly BADASS Jinx cosplayer!

found Denki from Chainsaw man!

then met this amazingly talented cosplayer Echo

Nick cage with THE BEEEEEEES!!!

adorable plauge doctor!

FOUND WALDO! and this ones the “Apocalypse edition”

then before heading downstairs I bumped into the amazing Clawthorne sisters Eda and Lilith!

then found Makima from Chainsaw man!

then had a visit with nurse Power!

found Saitama in the crowd!

there was an ACTUAL ROBOT BEEP BOOPING AROUND!!!

I got a selfie with it!

bumped into the mighty Skeletor!

then I ran into a Nazuna cosplayer from “Call of the Night” along with these other 2 cosplayers! I have no idea where they're from but omg they look AMAZING!

I got a quick selfie with Nazuna!

found a Skyward Sword Zelda cosplayer! the detail that went into this outfit it astronomical! I adore every detail!

so glad I got a selfie with her!

found these awesome Cult of the Lamb fans! and learned there is infact 1 other Lamb at the con somewhere! I made it my mission to find the other Lamb!

Playboy BUFFey (no joke this guy was RIPPED)

a very small hero of time!

bumped into Ravio! his prices may be outrageously high but the smile is priceless!

the fairy godmother from shrek was fluttering around the hall!

I almost got taken in by the SCP foundation!

thankfully I wasn’t anomalous enough!

MY BUDDY TOTORO! (no joke tho this cosplay was amazing and I got to see the setup inside when their handler helped them get a drink! they had a camera setup to livefeed to outside world to them through their phone inside the suit! absolutly amazing engineering!)

another adorable plauge doctor (their buddy took the pic!)

a very friendly witch who adored the Lamb!

some awesome Black Clover cosplayers that my pals and I actually met on the ferry heading over to the con earlier that morning!

ran into Zenitsu Nezuko and Inosuke!

then bumped into the fabulous anarchy sisters Panty and Stocking! (with a tiny freddy fazbear plushie!) I even found BoomPOP again at this convention! scored some buttons and chatted for abit! they're super kind! and lastly!

I FOUND THE OTHER LAMB! no joke I’d been looking for over 3 hours so it was awesome to finally find them right before we were leaving!

they let me hold their sword too! overall I’ve had a blast being the Lamb! might wear this again for another convention in the future but for now I’m happy to post pics of my adventures wearing the second cosplay costume I’ve ever made in my life!

[manias-wordcount]

Had this lil idea after going to a convention…Edward X Cosplayer Reader. Al ends up dragging Ed to a convention and even convinces him to cosplay as Howl Pendragon. Helps him to style his hair and stuff but Ed’s pouting about wanting to wear it in his usual braid or at least a ponytail.(He draws the line at blue contacts) While at the convention Ed ends up running into the reader who’s cosplaying as Sophie and asks to take a picture with him. Al of course doesn’t miss the opportunity to tease Ed and ‘wander off’ to give Ed a moment with his Sophie. Cute convention hang out ensues! Browsing the artist alley and getting cute and cool shit in the vendor hall. Hanging out in the gaming rooms and anime viewing rooms and grabbing food together.

Convention Date HCs (Edward Elric)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗢 𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼 ���𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 :))

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 ���𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

The moment he spots you, he’s absolutely dumbstruck with just how pretty you are

Aside from the fact that you’re like are a thousand times more beautiful than Sophie from the movie

The excitement in your eyes as you ask to take a picture with him is enough to make the whole hassle of going to this convention worth it

Of course, Al is the one to pose you two in the cutest picture ever like bruhhhh

But you guys are quick to attract attention and now a bunch of other people want pics of you two together!!!!!!!!11

It’s a little weird at first, being stuck out in the hallway as so many people shove their cameras in his face

But in between pictures and poses, he’s able to get to know you better !!!

Turns out you just got here a couple of minutes prior and you’re all alone bc your friends were busy ):

Luckily, this Fullmetal gentleman is more than glad to be your escort for the rest of the day !!!

Though it’s a little under 20 minutes after you two first met before he recognizes the growing look of discomfort on your face with all the attention and he does the honor of telling everyone that “He and Sophie have to get back to the castle” as he takes your hand

(Saying it feels so cheesy that he can’t help but turn red. Though making you giggle is the biggest reward )

Before he knows it, he’s leading you aimlessly throughout the convention, just listening to you talk about every little anime and game that’s on your mind

At some point, Al completely disappears from view- but Ed’s a little too focused on the way you look so cute and focused while playing Mario Kart for the Wii in the game hall to notice

Plus he did give him all the time in the world to show off his DDR skills, much to your excitement

(bruh with the way he fights, he absolutely 100% could be a good dancer if he wanted)

And he absolutely could NOT help himself from buying the huge, handmade plushie from one of your favorite shows when he noticed you eyeing it every time you thought he wasn’t looking

He did, however, let you buy matching phone charms for each other and exchange phone numbers for each other

Though that was only after he bought you (an expensive as hell) lunch from one of the themed cafes,,, and carried your bags while holding your hand all-day

But it’s all fine !! Really !! Besides, you two were already making plans for the next con!

With a few coffee dates in between ;]

[let-it-raines]

another kind of green (2/?)

Emma Swan spends her days in pretty white dresses and heavy layers of makeup. Day after day and dress after dress, she poses for pictures and acts like she’s in love and having the happiest day of her life with the man standing next to her.

It’s not. This is all a gig, and at the end of the day, she’s no longer the girl in the pretty dress who’s faking getting married for a magazine cover or a wedding convention. Instead, she’s the girl who probably never wants to get married.

Little does she know, she already is.

Rating: Mature

a/n: things get explained a little more in this chapter, I promise ☺️

For the lovely @xemmaloveskillianx​ as part of my fic giveaway. Thanks to @resident-of-storybrooke​ for reading over this for me!

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“Your husband, love.”

Emma blinks at him, far more than what’s considered normal most likely, and he really should have introduced himself in a different way.

Or reintroduced himself if the look on her face is any indication.

Killian isn’t entirely sure of the best way to go about this, obviously. It’s been years since he felt awkward around a woman, but this isn’t exactly a simple situation where he walks up to a woman at a bar, offers to buy her a drink, talks to her and dances with her for an hour or so before they head back to one of their apartments.

This isn’t a situation where he loves a woman, has her love him in return, and then has her leave the engagement ring on the kitchen counter before she disappears from his life.

This is…different.

Obviously.

And all of the words he rehearsed on his drive here completely slipped his mind and are probably back in Vegas instead of Boston. That’s about three-thousand miles away, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get them back.

“Oh,” Emma laughs, but it’s most definitely a pity laugh. “You’re the guy who played my husband at that thing. The – ”

“The wedding convention, yeah, but also I –  ”

“Wait,” Emma starts, closing her front door so that he can only see half of her face now, the worried confusion turning into actual worry, “what the hell are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”

“You gave me your address.”

“I would not have done that.”

“You did.”

“I did not.”

Killian sighs and reaches his hand around his back to dig in the back pocket of his jeans to find the crumpled piece of paper that Emma gave him the night they met. “Look, it’s got your name and number on it, and there’s a little scribbling of –  ”

She opens the door so that she can snatch the piece of paper out of his hands, reading it with squinted eyes before they widen until they’re almost comically big. She doesn’t have on makeup like she did that day, but the green of her eyes is still so vibrant. “I’d say you’re a liar, but this is my handwriting. I only wrote Boston, though. I didn’t write my address. And look, dude, as good as the sex was, I’m not going to sleep with a one-night stand again, especially if that someone is creepy enough to show up at my door. So, goodbye, or something like that.”

And with that, Emma slams the door in his face until it shakes in its frame.

Of-fucking-course.

This most likely would have gone better if he’d not decided to joke around at first, but to be fair, it wasn’t a joke.

Sighing, Killian reaches his hand up to knock on Emma’s door once more. He would give anything not to be here right now. He’s got about twenty other things he needs to be doing today, but he can’t do most of them until this is over.

“Love,” he yells through the door when she doesn’t answer. “Swan.”

“I will call the cops on you,” she shouts back.

Irony is everywhere, he thinks to himself.

“Funnily enough, the cops are the reason I’m here in the first place.”

There’s a clatter inside the apartment before he can hear the chain on her door being pulled, and then the door is opening with the chain still attached so that he can only see half of Emma’s face. He thinks she’s even more beautiful than he remembers her being, which is pretty much impossible since he remembers her being the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen.

There is just something about the emerald of her eyes that he can’t quite forget.

“What the hell are you talking about…”

“Killian Jones,” he fills in, realizing that she likely doesn’t remember his name. She remembers they slept together, though, and he’s relieved over that for a myriad of reasons. They both drank a lot of champagne that night, and he doesn’t want to be sleeping with someone who is too drunk to remember it even if he’d had the same amount to drink. “And look, I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a lunatic, but two weeks ago, we got married.”

“We got fake married. I know we had a lot of champagne, but none of that was real. You know that, right? It was all pretend and scripted and still super weird.”

How the hell is he supposed to explain this when he can’t quite explain it to himself?

“I do know that, love,” he mumbles, scratching behind his ear and then reaching into his coat pocket. He really should have put all of this stuff into a folder instead of every pocket he has. That’s what Liam would have done in a situation like this. Well, no, Liam wouldn’t have gotten himself into a situation like this in the first place. “Take a look at these, if you’d please, and then give me five minutes to explain everything. We can keep talking here, or we can go to a coffee shop and talk so you’re more comfortable.”

Emma glances up at him, taking him in, before she reaches her hand forward and takes the pictures. “If these are dick pics, I will call the cops. I have no hesitations.”

“I can assure you they aren’t.”

She huffs, but then she looking down at the handful of photographs. Her face morphs from annoyed to nothing to utter disbelief. He watches it all happen while knowing that he made the exact same faces while seeing these pictures for the first time.

Well, nearly the same faces. He thinks it might have taken him longer to figure out what exactly is in the pictures.

“Are we getting married by an Elvis impersonator in these pictures?”

“Aye.”

“And they’re real pictures? They’re not photoshopped or anything as part of your arrestable stalking offense against me?”

“They’re real.”

“Like, are they real as in we took them as a joke or real as in we got married in Vegas like we were in a bad romantic comedy?”

“Both?”

“Is that a question?”

“It was an answer.” He doesn’t know much about the lass, but he’s pretty sure she’s about to punch him in the throat if he doesn’t start explaining things soon. “Listen, Swan,” he starts, holding his hands up and plastering what has to be the most unconvincing smile on his face, “I’ve known about this for a week, and this is as far as I’ve gotten with how that night went. We worked all day, got tipsy on free champagne, went back to my hotel and had sex because we both wanted to, and then we proceeded to drink all of the complimentary alcohol until we were drunk off our asses and wandering around Las Vegas applying for a quickie marriage license and then getting married by a quite frankly awful Elvis impersonator So yeah, like a bad romantic comedy, as you’d say.”

He expects the slamming of the door in his face. He really does. He would slam the door in his face too if he showed up at a practical stranger’s apartment spewing this nonsense, but it’s still a shock when all of the sudden he can no longer see Emma’s face and all he can hear is the loudest screaming of the word “fuck” that he’s ever heard in all of his years of life.

Killian had nearly the same reaction when he found out he was married because the Boston PD told him that he’d lied and failed part of his background check because of it.

He’d said it even more loudly when he got home to his apartment later that day and found an envelope mailed to him by the wedding chapel full of pictures from his wedding.

Talk about timing.

What happens in Vegas inevitably does not stay in Vegas, and whoever allowed them to get a marriage license – a legitimate one at that – and then get married while drunk off their asses should be fired from their job. They’re either better actors than they have any right being or the clerk did not care that they were far from sober.

How does he not remember? How does Emma not remember either? They weren’t drunk when they slept together, but they were easily on their way after. And then…what made two practical strangers decide that getting married was a good idea? Was it the fact that they were both attracted to each other? Was it the lore of Vegas and all of those goddamn clichés? Maybe it was the fact that they’d spent the entire day pretending that it was the happiest day of their lives, and all of those thoughts and the falsities of the day seeped over into their thoughts and lead them to a chapel.

He’s never been black-out drunk in his life, despite the times where he was damn near close after Liam’s death and Milah leaving him, and now he never wants to do that again.

“Swan,” Killian sighs, knocking on her door again, “I understand that you’re likely in shock. It’s a lot to take in, but I really need you to talk to me about this so we can figure out how to get it reversed. I think we should be able to get an annulment, but I haven’t actually talked to a lawyer yet. I was waiting to talk to you first.”

There’s no answer. He’s probably never going to see her again.

But then the door is flinging open, and she’s walking out of her apartment with her purse slung over her shoulder and her keys in her hand so that she’s locking the door behind her. “I’ve got a dress fitting in ten minutes, and my manager will kill me if I miss it. So if you have something else to say, you’ve got the seven minutes it takes me to get to the shop to say it.”

Killian is chasing after her now, using his longer strides to catch up to him as she practically power walks out of her apartment building and out onto the streets of Boston, and even though she must want to know more about the fact that they are husband and wife (bloody hell is that still perplexing to think about), she is obviously itching to get away from him.

So he attempts to explain everything as best as he can. He relays his memories of the night, trying to fill in some blanks with her, and while she says she remembers them sleeping together and then deciding to go get something to eat afterwards, everything else is a hazy mess for her. There’s some memory of wandering around various hotels on the strip, but she chalked that up to a foggy dream that she soon forgot.

It was real.

And so is the fact that he only does the modeling stuff to pay the bills and that he’s trying to be hired by the Boston PD, and when he tells her that, she turns around and runs her eyes up and down his frame.

“Oh, you want to be a cop? Is that what’s up with the shorter haircut?”

“What?”

“Your hair is shorter than it was. It’s a neater cut. It was kind of long two weeks ago, and I don’t know, most cops have shorter hair even if yours is a little longer at the top.”

“Why, love,” he teases, leaning into her space, “I thank you for noticing. Couldn’t help staring at me, could you?”

“You wish.”

“Aye, I do.”

Emma huffs and turns away, returning to her quick pace. Yep, he’s definitely always going to be chasing this woman if he hopes to get anything accomplished.

“Listen, Swan, I know this must be confusing, but I’d really like to get all of this handled as quickly and as easily as possible, and I need you to come to my precinct where I’m trying to get hired and explain to the officers that I didn’t lie about being married. I simply didn’t know that I was, but in a way, I’m relieved that we both live in the same city. That’s convenient.”

She comes to a stop in front of a store with a row of wedding dresses, and he nearly plows into her before stopping himself. From the roll of her eyes and her arms crossed over her chest, he can tell she’s not amused. “What’s your district?”

“A-1. It’s – ”

A smile curves onto her lips, but it disappears just as quickly. “I know where it is. Arrange a meeting with your commanding officers or whatever, and I’ll come meet you there. Then we can figure out how to get this marriage annulled because no offense, but I’d rather not stay married.”

“How do you want me to get in touch with you?”

“You have my number, Jones. You can use it. I’d prefer that to you showing up at my door again.”

At that, she’s turning on her heels and walking away from him and into the dress shop. Killian’s got no clue what the hell just happened or if he actually solved any of his problems. All he knows is that it’s over with, and he’s craving a glass of rum.

One he likely shouldn’t have given the situation he’s in, and really, he should probably channel all of his frustration into a run or something like that. He can pass all of the physical portions of his training exams, but he’d like to stay on top of things so he doesn’t fall behind.

His phone rings in his coat pocket, and Killian pulls it out to answer the call. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Ariel hisses out.

“Back Bay. Why?”

“You have a meeting with the boat tour company over their ads in twenty minutes.” “Shit. I do, don’t I?”

“Yep. How did you forget that? You never forget anything.”

“Ah, I don’t know, A,” he lies, turning on his heels and starting a quick jog back to the garage where his car is parked. “I’m stressed over my interview and all for the department, and all of my other gigs have slipped my mind.”

“You’re going to kill it. Don’t be stressed.”

“That doesn’t help.” “Yeah, well, neither does you missing appointments when this is how both of us are currently getting paid.”

“You have other clients besides me.”

“Yes, but not all of my clients are the younger brother of my husband’s best friend.”

Killian’s heart pangs, but he knows it’s true, and it’s what has him running like a madman through the streets so he’s not late for this appointment where all they’re going to do is look at his face and decide if it can sell people on taking boat tours around the city. It may be the vainest job in the world, but a job is a job.

At least for now.

One day, just like this damned accidental marriage, it will come to an end, and Killian will be able to move on with his life like he’s wanted to for years now.

Or at least he can hope.

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[liliaeth]

Man, I’m way too busy at work, so I’ve been delaying this post for days...

Now the first thing I’m gonna have to say, is that I’m one of those people who when they get nervous, they start talking, and I do mean talk as in ramble on and on.

So keep that in mind...

On Sunday I went to Dutch Comic Con. I found out on I think Tuesday that Tyler was going to be there, and the first thing I did was call my best friend, and ask him if he wanted to go with me. Timmy thankfully agreed. (even if I still haven’t gotten him to watch Teen Wolf beyond the pilot ;-) )

So I woke up at 4am, got myself ready, (I’d been worrying about my outfit for the con in the days before it), drove to the trainstation at 6am and caught the train at 6:30. Met Timmy in Antwerps around seven, and then we caught an international train, which along with two more transfers would get us to Utrecht.

Timmy thankfully can handle me being excited as hell, and we talked about what else we could do at the con, timing, checking the floor plan, you know the kind of stuff you do when you’re on a train for two hours.

Thankfully the train station was right next door to the convention hall where the comic con was held, right next to the hall rented by a Sinterklaas celebration. Meaning a whole bunch of kids were dressed up for their party along side all the teens and adults dressed in cosplay for our fun ;-) All walking the same way to the same building.

I’d bought a photo opp, and a Meet and Greet with Tyler Posey in advance, but I wasn’t sure on how it would work with autographs. That one is apparently handled on site. There was a meeting space, where the Guests were present to meet people, take selfies and give autographs. Timmy thankfully understood immediately that that was a line up I wasn’t going to miss.

Now the thing is that I’d been trying not to work myself up, not to get too... over the top excited, or to have too high expectations. Having those often leads to disappointments, cause it’s incredibly hard to live up to hopes and dreams of people.

But instead of lowering my expectations, I got them build up even more, as right before me, there was this girl wearing a T-shirt of some band I’d never heard her. (saw her post something on twitter in response to Tyler, so I got the chance to ask her, and apparently the band was called WSTR)

This is relevant, promise.

So Tyler sees this shirt the girl is wearing, and he’s like totally excited about it. Turns out they’re one of his fave bands. And he starts singing his fave song of said band, like right there; He didn’t get it quite right, but he was clearly into it. 

I’d gone to these autograph things before, since they’re usually cheaper than the photobooths (let out the meet and greets) But with Tyler it was different.

He doesn’t just go ‘thanks for coming, here’s your autograph’ kinda way, instead you get the feeling that you get an actual conversation with him. Which is just plain awesome

I brought two drawings that I’d commissioned a while back (see the two pics above and below, and was still hesitating on which of the two I’d have Tyler sign. The first one was a single pic of Scott in the middle of a fight, instants before he’d attack back. While the second one, was a sceo au. Basically a ‘what if Scott was a costumed superhero, and Theo the evil minion. (not too far a stretch, I know)

So I ended up showing him both, still thinking on which one I wanted him to autograph. Cause you know, me being indecisive, and he utterly loved both of them. But especially the second one. I told him how it was sceo, which he thought was cool, and then he literally told the girl handling the money part how awesome it was, and that that was him as a superhero, and that he wanted to play that character. He was so happy about that, that I ended up giving him the sceo pic, and asked him to sign the other one. He asked if I was sure, but I told him I had another one. (which I will, as soon as I print the digital version again )

Anyway, both of these were made by @svetanda​ who is an awesome artist, whose work I utterly love. It was just great to be able to tell him how much I loved Scott, and to get him to enjoy Scott fan art, and if that had been my entire day, it would have already made the trip worth it.

Luckily for me, it wasn’t.

So after he gave me a hug, I got to tell Tyler, “I’ll see you later”, since I’d already had the photo opp arranged., and went off with Timmy to go eat something, check some vendors, go play some lego...

took some pictures of some cosplayers.

You know the usual con stuff... All while waiting for the things we’d actually come to Utrecht for, ...

Now Timmy didn’t spend his money on photo ops, let out on the meet and greet, so we arranged that he’d go check out some more vendors for some manga or anime, while I waited in line.

I got talking to some of the other Teen Wolf fans waiting for a picture with Tyler, and yes, i started rambling, cause by this point I was almost shaking in excitement.

Hoping I didn’t annoy these strangers too much. But I just get embarrassingly rambling at times like that. (you’d think that It would have gotten better since I’d already met Tyler, but honestly, the authograph session only made it worse. Since now he’d actually lived up to my hopes. Making it hard to keep from shaking at just the idea of seeing him again.

The lines thankfully weren’t too long, cause well, he only got announced like five days before the con, and I’m sure lots of people either found out too late, or didn’t have the money to go to a con at such short notice... But that didn’t seem to bother Tyler, who was all excitement and hyperactive.

From what I saw, Tyler was really nice to everyone who came for a picture, made it personal, gave all of us a choice of pose, a hug...  he just made you feel special, and that just made the whole experience so damn worth it.

So that got me my second Tyler hug of the day...

I’ll talk about the Q&A and the Meet and greet tomorrow, cause his post is long enough as it is. And I have to leave for work in seven hours or so... (you know after going to bed ;-))

[soundsof71]

Please post the cars (band)

I’m incredibly  flattered when people make requests like this! I feel like it’s saying, “You’re good at finding high-quality pictures that we haven’t seen a million times, so please show me something new and special from one of MY favorite bands.” That’s very sweet! I’m honored!

That said, The Cars, I dunno, friend. I’m not passing any judgements here – most of the people around me describe my musical taste as “kind of annoying” and I have to agree LOL – but The Cars are one of the bands that didn’t do much for me. 

Not that I gave them a chance. They featured two of my favorite acts as openers in the early-to-mid 80s – ‘Til Tuesday and Icehouse – and both times, I went to the shows to see THOSE bands and left immediately after their sets. (Both were awesome, btw.) Who knows? Maybe The Cars would have won me over if I’d given them a shot. That’s on me, for sure.

That said, Ric Ocasek did a couple of things that I’m NUTS about, both, it happens, in 1982. 

First, after their highly underrated debut album, It’s A Condition, Ric brought the San Francisco-based band Romeo Void to Boston to produce an EP called Never Say Never, released January 1982. 

You’ve surely heard the hit version of the title track, a chart-topping smash with a terrific video and a brash chorus with Deborah Iyall’s incantation, “I might like you better if we slept together….never say never” – in other words, “BUT DON’T COUNT ON IT.” LOL 

But here’s the thing. The EP version wasn’t the hit! The hit version came from the band’s second LP, Benefactor, released in August ‘82, and is defanged from the original, to say the least . Still tough as nails, still with that dissonant post-rock sax stab, but drenched in echo, cussing removed, two and a half minutes shorter, and generally much more mainstream-friendly. 

I do strongly believe in the convergence of punk and disco, and especially in the early 80s, dance punk was my favorite genre. The hit album version in late ‘82 was bouncy, but Ric’s earlier EP production was a punch to the face to distract you from the stiletto sliding between your ribs.

I’ve only found a YouTube clip for the entire EP, which is fine by me. Romeo Void is way too frequently remembered as a 2-hit wonder doing dance pop, but this is hard-core post-punk, as brutal and beautiful as anything from Depeche Mode or New Order, the kinds of bands you should be thinking of when you think about Romeo Void, rather than, say, Blondie or Martha And The Motels (both of whom you know I love, but THIS is not THAT.)

I mean LOOK AT THEM.

They weren’t just posing. They were playing for keeps – and if you don’t think a Monkees shirt is part of a punk band playing for keeps, then you haven’t heard The Sex Pistols’ cover of “I’m Not Your Stepping Stone”. Origins matter less than the tale you tell down the road.

(Sorry not to have a better pic, though – the later, cuddlier version of the band is the one that survives.)

The punk community in Boston knew all this, including the band’s terrific first indie post-punk elpee. The place I found the Never Say Never EP was in a local punk record shop (I lived in Boston in the early-to-mid 80s the first time, and again from 2000-2010), IN THE LOCAL BIN, with a handwritten-note appropriating this album on behalf of Boston post-punk because Boston’s own Ric Ocasek (by way of Baltimore, Cleveland and Bowling Green), produced it in Boston.

Not just “I might like you better if we slept together”, but “This is not my idea of a good time”, “Enjoy the privilege of earning twice as much”, “I’m not sorry”, “We’re not safe”, and twisted tales of predators and louts framing so many other declarations of strength and independence  (great quote from Trouser Press: “she sings not only of situations where love is absent, but also of when it should be absent”) – no wonder the record business had no idea what to do with Deborah Iyall! 

But Ric Ocasek did, and he helped make this EP a wall to wall masterpiece.

Put on yer headfonez and TURN THIS UP. Really is phenomenal production.

As much as The Cars didn’t move me that much, Ric Ocasek’s 1982 solo debut, Beatitude, very much DID move me. (It looks like Be-atitude, a reference to the Sermon On The Mount, but it was pronounced Beat-itude, which I thought was AWESOME.)

The versions of the songs on the LP were okay, but where they really shined was the 12″ dance remixes. My favorite of these by far was “Connect Up To Me”, which was ONLY released as a 12″ dance remix (no  conventional 7″ single release), and frankly went nowhere outside Boston. The whole album disappeared, was never released on CD, and this version of the song didn’t appear digitally until it was included as part of Cars rarities box set. 

The album is available on Spotify, though, and lots of it is on YouTube, where I encourage you to dig in. Even though Ric was the primary driving force (albeit far from the ONLY driving force) behind The Cars, there are ways in which this sounds nothing like them. Even moreso on this 12″ single, which has more in common with Gary Numan (WHO HAD A HIT WITH A SONG CALLED “CARS”) or Kraftwerk (who had a hit with “AUTOBAHN”) than The Cars.

I played the ever-loving shit out of this thing. This version of "Connect Up With Me”, along with his work on the Never Say Never EP point to directions I wished Ric would have explored more, but hey, it’s his career, and he did just fine with no help from me beyond the $6 I spent on this single and his share of the concert tickets where I left before he played.

BUT THIS. THIS.

So I ain’t saying that I’ll never get around to posting The Cars – Never Say Never, right? LOL – but I’ll say that I’m WAY overdue posting a couple of my favorite tracks from one of my favorite years, with roots in one of my favorite towns, and I’m grateful that you’ve given me the perfect excuse!

Thanks again for the generosity of spirit in your ask, too! I hope that these tracks are an adequate down payment on returning the favor for now.

[jimmythejiver]

I Made Shrinkydinks

Top Row: Beedrill, Invader Chin, Irken-Elite Red, Irken-Elite... Black, Button The Slurgle

Bottom Row: Black Mage, Barney The Dinosaur, Drifloon, Q As In Queer, Heartless Logo, Porygon

Here's my art that I used to trace Chin, Red, Purple and Button, btw:

They need work, I know.

The backstory behind these, that nobody asked for.

Beedrill: Made them first by tracing official art. They turned out well, I noticed one mistake on their right drill hand. Beedrill was the Pokemon I loved at first sight in the summer of '99.

Invader Chin: I used him as a test run and he turned out better than I hoped.

Irken-Elite's Red and Purple: Made the personal choice to round their eyes and lower their foreheads, which is why they might look off. This design comes from unused art from the unproduced episode The Trial. What can I say, should have used less details here because the black outlines bled through. Red is sort of okay, but Purple... first I struggled to get a proper purple marker that would show up, so I mixed blue marker into the purple to darken it. Bad idea. He basically looks black with blue shine and he looks frowny faced and pockmarked, like what awkward, dark phase, adolescence you go through guy? The creature next to Purple is something I drew and made up. He shows up in my as yet unpublished Invader Zim fanfic as Purple's pet Slurgle named Button. They're supposed to be a paler yellow color, but there was none available and their spots and eyes didn't come out well, but the reference pic needs work to begin with on those fronts. In the fic Button exists as Purple's support animal.

Black Mage: Seiku drew this from official art and I colored it and boy did the blue bleed.

Purple Charmander: He was supposed to be pink, but their was no good pink markers (see Porygon) with light blue accents since that is Seiku's favorite color combination. His pose comes from a how to draw Pokemon book. His mouth was over outlined and belly turned out smudgey.

Drifloon: I traced this from a tiny picture and it shrunk to where you can't see much detail. I think this is their shiny form. Seiku has a handmade puffball of them in these colors he got at a local convention. It hangs on his ceiling.

Queer Q: Seiku drew and colored this. There's that bleeding blue again.

Heartless Symbol: Seiku drew and colored this. On one side he colored it that same pink that turns purple that Charmander has. On the other side that bleeding blue, which makes the outline more purple.

Porygon: Traced this from official art for Seiku. I made this from scratched coarse paper and used colored pencils this time, thus no bleed. This was my last one and it turned out best, but I can see when tracing it, I outlined shadows forming angles that shouldn't be there. Oh well.

[tumblunni]

Ok, apparantly they started to spice up the yokai summoning dances with a full band and even an advert break?? I actually really love those band dudes based on the yokai type logo, i wish you could catch them ingame. Wonder what all the other types look like?

Now its time for AMAZING TWIST!!!

Nate summons Dimmy to fight gaudyness with depressingness, but it turns out Dimmy recognises this dude as a fellow depression yokai!

This is how i learned about the episode, Dimmy was my first big fave when i started my playthru of yw1 and i gave a headcanon backstory to my character's Dimmy partner. They used to have a previous human friend back in ancient times, who died tragically and caused them to become so depressed, but then the idea is that he'd come back as a yokai and they'd reunite all heartwarmingly! And my personality headcanon for that dude was a boastful fabulous ego guy who's actually a total failure, and hides behind his lies to cover up his low self esteem. AND also his Dimmy friend was a child when he met them, and even his design had a long face and long hair! (Tho also he was a samurai, lol) So yeh odd coincidence and now i'm totally gonna pick this dude as that oc's yokai form. :D

Back to the actual episode now, lol!

The anime actually gives a whole new design and new name to his pre-evolved state here that doesnt exist in the game at all. Apparantly kageusuo is a pun on 'plain', 'shadow' and 'lie'. Which fits a lot better with the yokai watch naming conventions than the completely joke free name Gorgeous Ambassador, which is the only evidence we seem to have that maybe this whole backstory idea might have been thought up back when the game first came out...?

He tries to deny his identity at first but accidentally blurts out his own name when nobody else even mentioned it. There's a cute moment of whisper putting on a sherlock holmes hat to point this out!

And now we get to the RIDICULOUSLY DETAILED AND COOL BACKSTORY WITH LIKE A BAZZILION NEW YOKAI DESIGNS

Thats so unfair that these other Gorgeous Club Members arent available to catch ingame, theyd be so cool as rare alternates for Gorgeous Ambassador or something? Like itd be super fitting if this yokai species is so extra that instead of just having recolours they have like five separate models for the same character.

I think my fave is the big cuddly one on the left, but i also think the old guy one is cool cos he reminds me of Porcoline from Rune Factory. The one on the right is weird tho, he literally never moves in the entire episode, he's always just standing there staring blankly into the distance in the exact same pose. O.o?

Oh heres a better pic of their full designs!

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, calbeebellona!

May 7 - ShieldShock ficlet for the prompt “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.” or “Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.” I hate Civil War, so maybe set it in an alternative universe where there is no Civil War? I would also like it to be humourous and a bit of fluff? Basically, I just want a happy story with some laughter in. for @calbeebellona

Written by @iamartemisday

The Avengers had fans. Steve knew this, yet it was still a bit surreal to walk through the halls of Javits Center and see twenty one people dressed in homemade Captain America costumes of varying levels of quality.

He himself was suited up for the occasion. The shield strapped to his back felt heavier than usual and he was sweating under his helmet. So far, no one had recognized him, though. Tony had explained it to him while insisting he couldn’t go to any fan event in plain clothes and sunglasses.

“Do you have any idea how shady that looks, pun half intended,” he said with the beginnings of a grin. “If you really want to do this, you have to go whole hog. Get in there and work that suit like the real Captain America.”

“I am the real Captain America,” Steve had said.

“And that’s exactly why no one will notice you.”

Steve didn’t have to be a genius to know that didn’t make any sense. And yet, he’d been walking around the convention all day, attending panels, browsing the dealer’s room, buying a few things, and not a single person had anything to say about Actual Real Steve Rogers in their midst except ‘awesome cosplay, dude.’

“Maybe we should go,” Steve muttered to Bucky after they’d been asked to pose for pictures for the hundredth time. “Pretty soon, someone’s going to figure out we’re not just fans in costumes.”

Bucky, clad in black pants, combat boots, and a black jacket with the left sleeve ripped off to expose his metal arm, punched his shoulder. “Come on, Punk. I thought you were having fun. This was your idea.”

“I know,” said Steve. He quickly averted his eyes as a girl with his face plastered all over her clothes ran by. “I didn’t think it’d be so… this.”

A man with a distended gut and a cheap shaggy brown wig walked by in an amateurish Winter Soldier costume. His entire right arm was wrapped in aluminum foil, complete with a crudely drawn red star. He caught sight of Bucky and paused to give him a once over. “Your Bucky costume’s not bad, but that’s the wrong arm.”

He waved with his right arm, allowing bits of foil to fall off, then disappeared into the crowd as Bucky’s jaw fell and his face turned bright red. “It is NOT the wrong arm!”

He clenched his fists as Steve made a token effort not to laugh at his best friend’s pain. “Come on, Buck. I thought you were having fun.”

“Bite me,” Bucky stomped off towards the refreshments table, and that was probably the last Steve would see of him for hours.  

He wandered into the main corridor, filing past kids with toy propulsion blasters and young women in catsuits and red wigs. A few more fans asked for photos. One of them wore a shirt which loudly proclaimed she was Steve Rogers’ future wife. He fake smiled like a champ and made a beeline for the dealer’s room as soon as the overly touchy girl set him free.

It was a little less crowded than before. Steve could actually move without fear of crushing someone’s foot. He stayed close to the walls, ignoring the multitude of Hawkeyes, Thors, and even a few Lokis hanging around. A few booths away, a bespectacled young woman in blue jeans and plaid would have been the most normally dressed person he’d seen all day, were it not for the signs she was carrying.

SUPPORT JANE FOSTER!

JANE FOSTER WAS ABLE TO BUILD A BRIDGE TO ASGARD IN THE DESERT WITH A BOX OF CAR PARTS.

JANE ONCE PUNCHED A NORSE GOD IN THE FACE. CAN YOU PUNCH NORSE GODS IN THE FACE? JANE FOSTER IS BETTER THAN YOU.

How she held all those signs with only two hands, Steve couldn’t say. Maybe she was secretly magic. A shirtless man covered in green body paint sidled up to her, his grin a perfect contrast to her irate frown. “Hey babe. Wanna hang out later?”

“That depends,” she said, “do you want to talk about how Jane Foster is unfairly treated by so-called Avengers fans and denied credit for her scientific innovations by drooling fangirls with internet access and delusions of becoming Asgardian royalty?”

The shirtless man blinked. “Uh… Jane who?”

She rolled her eyes and kept walking in Steve’s direction. From up close, he could almost say he knew her, but the name escaped him. “Do you need help holding those signs?”

He hadn’t meant to speak. The words just popped out of his mouth of their own volition. The young woman brightened up. “See? That right there is a much better pick up line. Here you go.”

She handed him the ‘Punched a Norse God’ sign and Steve made a note to ask Thor about that later. He had a feeling he knew which god got punched and that was a story he needed to hear.  

“My real pick-up lines are much better,” Steve said, earning a smile from the girl whose name had finally popped into his head. “It’s Darcy, right? Darcy Lewis?”

“Yup,” she said as they re-entered the hall. “I guess you’ve seen the pics online. I’ve been working with Jane for years and last week I made the mistake of looking at the Avengers fan forums. There was a lot of bullshit on there about Thor dumping Jane because she’s ‘boring’ or that she dumped him because ‘she’s a bitch’. As if the woman just sprang into existence when Thor needed a muggle girlfriend and her life has no meaning outside of him. For fuck’s sake, they broke up mutually. They’re still friends and Jane had been working her ass off on that bridge since before Thor was even a thing.”

“That’s awful,” Steve said. This was why he stopped going to the fan forums after the first time. That and the rather… suggestive art people drew of him and Bucky. Or worse, him and Tony.

“I even found this website: janefostersux.com. And that’s ‘sucks’ with an X because who cares about proper spelling when you’re an unemployed, basement dwelling edgelord. It’s okay, though. I told Tony about it and he broke through the firewalls and filled every webpage with pictures of omelettes. I’m not sure why omelettes. I guess he was just hungry, but it killed traffic to the site so I can’t complain.” She heaved a long sigh. “Anyway, thanks for listening to me ramble.”

“No problem,” Steve said. They stopped in hotel lounge for a break, leaving their signs at their feet as they took the last empty spots on the last empty couch. “I think it’s great that you’re doing all this. Dr. Foster deserves to be respected.”

“Got that right.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a spiral notebook decorated with science stickers and a pen attached. “I’m collecting signatures from fans to give to Jane later. You in?”

“Of course,” Steve said. He wrote a quick note for Jane, who would probably be amused to learn how he finally met her legendary intern.

“Aw, you’re awesome,” Darcy said, with a smile that made Steve’s stomach flip. “And you’re the best Captain America cosplayer I’ve seen all day. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were the real thing.”

Steve coughed and rubbed the side of his neck. “Well, actually…”

[pendragaryen]

Hey, Nadine! I was at the same M & G as you with Bob on saturday! I was the one who asked him about the two most emotional scenes of Bellamy in S4 and all the built up emotions and whether he's carrying them with him after the cut or not. ;) I remember your question too! Nice to meet you again! <3<3<3<3 Wasn't he just PRECIOUS and CHARMING?! *sigh* @pendragaryen

Hey! Oh, that was you!! HI! Bob was so precious. SO sweet. You should have been at the dinner. He was even more precious there. All sleepy and just waking up. Bob was everything I expected him to be and more. How about you? Are you happy with how things went? Did you take any pics with him? @kingbobbymorley

Aww, I definitely would’ve appreciated it to see him a little sloppy and sleepy at the dinner! He’s such a big, beautiful and precious teddy-bear... I had to control myself not to rush over to hug him all the time! Can’t stop talking about him or thinking about the way he talks or moves or runs his hand through his curls and and and.. He’s so attentive, when you ask him something! His answers are always so well thought-through. I felt so appreciated and understood, although i was REALLY nervous that day - it was my first M & G ever... But yeah, to answer your question: Anything went so well these two convention-days. I had in fact three foto-ops with him and he always was so nice and kind and never said no to my ideas for poses. ;) He’s GOLD. Next time i try to get more couple- or triple-photo-ops if he should come to the next Dystopia. THAT would be so awesome! I could bite myself now, that I haven’t done these already. Haha... But who knows... Maybe he’s coming again for us. Lindsey would be awesome too. She’s one of my absolute faves. I know she was at the first Dystopia. Have you been there too? All in all it was such an amazing weekend and I’ll certainly never forget it. ;)

[sweetlysilent]

Behind The Mask

Requested By: @sadjuggie

hey bb i had a sudden idea for an imagine which i thought you should write! so basically the reader is a cosplayer at a convention and tom is undercover in a spider-suit and he sees the reader and complete fangirls over their cosplay (bc it’s kinda spider-man related or marvel?) and asks for a pic and then he takes off his mask and surprises her?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: You were at your first Cosplay convention with your friends, you’re all dressed up as some characters from Marvel, being the huge fans you all are. However, you weren’t expecting an actual Marvel character to show up, shocking you and your friends.

Warnings: It’s just super fluffy aw haha

Word Count: 1,926

A/N: This request reminds me of when I went to playlist live in 2015 and it was so much fun. If you don’t know what playlist live is, it’s where you either are in D.C. or Orlando and a ton of YouTubers travel and stay at a hotel for three days and you can stay there too and you can buy merch an go to panels, and meet and greets and just walk around and get pictures with YouTubers. It’s honestly such an amazing experience, I loved it. BUT yeah, this request was overall really fun to write, it felt like I was actually there ahahha.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your alarm was going off on your nightstand, it was currently five thirty a.m. and you were literally throwing yourself out of your warm bed to get up and get your suitcase ready to go.

Today was your first day ever going to a Cosplay convention, you were extremely excited, especially since your friends were joining you, being the Cosplay nerds they were.

You grabbed your cup of coffee and a bagel before leaving your apartment, your suitcase in one hand, your phone and bagel and coffee in the other, yes you were multitasking for life.

Your friends were supposed to pick you up, you all wanted to get to the convention early so you all could unpack and not have to worry about it later on.

You soon heard the honk of a car, signaling they were here, making you rush down and throw your suitcase in the car, as you buckled up in the back seat, finally enjoying your bagel and coffee, before falling sleep against the window.

The convention was about three to four hours away depending on traffic, your friend was a real trooper willing to drive all that way, of course, you all pitched in to pay for gas.

After driving for hours, you finally made it, your eyes widening in pure excitement as you saw people already entering, dressed up as their favorite characters.

This was every thing you could have ever dreamed of.

Once parked in front of the convention, you all grabbed your suitcases, entering the building, checking into the hotel you were staying at.

While you were waiting to get the room keys, you decided to wander around a bit, your eyes becoming even wider if that was even possible.

The place was gorgeous, there were people dressed up as their favorite characters, different stands that had posters and tattoos, even areas where people could put on a panel, overall it was mind blowing.

You were so mesmerized by the main area you didn’t even realize one of your friends dragging you away to the elevator.

“Sorry! I kinda got caught up.” You laughed, a huge smile on your face as the rest of your friends laughed along with you.

“No worries, I was the same way when I first went to one of these.” Your friend Sherrie said, a smile on her face.

“This place does that to you, I think it’s because you feel at home, like you belong with this kind of crowd and it just makes you really happy.” You friend Emily spoke up, leaning against the elevator wall.

You all chatted the entire way up to your dedicated room, before entering and unpacking your belongings, that way you wouldn’t have to do it later.

It was now nine a.m. and you all were starving, so you all decided to go get breakfast.

You all went to the main area where they had food, you all filled up a plate, before sitting at a table, chatting, eating, and observing the area a bit more.

“Do you think anyone else will be dressed up as Marvel characters?” You questioned as you took a bite of your apple.

Your friends all shrugged, looking around before going back to their meals.

“I mean it’s a good possibility, but we all know we’re the real Avengers.” Your friend Carly joked, making you all laugh.

Time soon passed and you all were finally dressed up in your cosplay outfits, your friend Sherrie was dressed up as Captain America, obviously a girly version, but she looked amazing, your friend Emily decided to dress up as Thor, which she also rocked by the way, and then your friend Carly decided to dress up as Iron Man, which you found extremely funny since you all had just seen Cap Civil War.

You on the other hand, you were dressed up as Black Widow, mainly because your friends made you because they thought you’d be best for that costume.

“Avengers assemble!” Carly shouted, as you all ran to the elevator laughing, being the nerds you all were.

Of course you all were taking selfies, no matter where you went, selfies were taken, whether it was in your hotel room, the elevator, but especially the main area.

You all walked into the main stage area, people were everywhere, dancing, laughing, chatting, cosplaying.

You all walked around a bit, chatting with other cosplayers, having a blast, before you all decided you wanted to get tattoos.

And you all did.

After that you decided to go watch a panel or two, loving every moment of it, as did your friends.

Hours passed, and you all were back up and walking around, taking selfies with other cosplayers, complimenting each others outfits, a lot of people thought your group was super funny, which made you all giddy on the inside.

“Hey look, it’s Spider-Man! We should see if he’ll take a group picture for us, you know, since we’re basically the same.” Sherrie joked, making you all roll your eyes and laugh.

“Hey! Hey you! Spider-Man dude!” Sherrie shouted, pointing at the person who was dressed up as well, Spider-Man.

He looked at her confused, but walked over to her anyways.

“Can you do us a favor and take a picture of us?” Sherrie asked, as “Spider-Man” nodded, as you all posed, getting your picture.

It took a few minutes for said “Spider-Man” to realize your costumes, before his heart beat started to increase.

“Whoa, you guys are a version of the Avengers!” Spider-Man spoke excitedly, making you all smile and nod.

“Why do you think we asked you to take our picture?” Sherrie laughed, making Spider-Man rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I see your point.” He chuckled, making you all laugh.

“I don’t mean to be a bother, but can I get a picture with you guys? It’s just I haven’t seen anyone dressed up as the Avengers and I-” He stopped rambling as he saw you all smiling at him.

“Of course we will.” Emily smiled, before Carly called someone over to take a picture of all of them.

You all took a few pictures, smiling at how great they all came out.

“Thanks guys, this is so cool.” Spider-Man grinned through the mask, making you all nod and smile in response.

“But you know what’s even cooler?” He questioned, making you all shake your heads, curiosity peaked.

Spider-Man slowly took off his mask revealing the one and only Tom Holland, the actual Spider-Man.

You all gasped, not expecting that at all, making Tom laugh at all of your reactions.

“Surprise!” He cheered, making you all laugh nervously, still unable to process you’ve been with the Tom Holland, the Spider-Man this entire time without even knowing it.

“I can’t believe it’s actually you!” Carly shouted, covering her mouth as she tried to contain herself.

“This is mind blowing, nice job.” Emily laughed, giving him a thumbs up.

“I’m not okay. Nope.” Sherrie shook her head, covering her face as she leaned her head on Emily’s shoulder.

You on the other hand, still couldn’t believe it, Tom Holland was here, pretending to be one of you, a cosplayer, to see what it actually felt like.

“C-Can I get a picture with you?” You stammered out, making him grin and nod in response.

You both got a few pictures together, which turned out really cute, you even sent them to Tom himself.

“I really love your costume by the way, Black Widow.. Nice.” He grinned, winking at you as you blushed, biting your lip nervously.

“Thanks, I like yours too, it suits you.” You teased, making him laugh and wrap his arms around you from behind.

“You’re funny.” He grinned, resting his head on top of yours, your friends watching in awe, but secretly taking pictures at the same time.

“Yesss Y/N! Get some!” Carly shouted, making you glare at her as Tom laughed, making you smile.

“We need to create a ship name, because this,” Sherrie motioned to you and Tom, “Needs to happen, like now.” She laughed, making you both blush this time.

“I don’t have anything against that.” Tom smirked, and you were pretty sure you stopped breathing for a split second.

“What about you darling?” He hummed, making your heart melt just from the way he spoke.

“I don’t know.. You think you can handle all of this?” You teased, a smirk on your face as you felt him laugh.

“Oh, I know I can.” He teased back, your friends watching in amusement.

“But I’m Black Widow.” You spoke teasingly, a proud smile on your face, as your friends started laughing at your statement.

“Maybe, but I’m Spider-Man.”