motherofanangel said: I pledge allegiance to dat ass, of the united states of the booty. And to the republic, for which it stands. One booty, popped and locked, undeniable, with voluptuousness and firmness for all.
you win
all the awards
i salute you
Just remembered that I did this and I’m still so pleased.
John Barrowman was asked if he had any advice or words of wisdom for young people coming out to unsupportive loved ones.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
Let Me Just Stop You There.
and-ill-rise-likethebreakof-dawn:
There is a cannon ‘What if’ Universe where Natasha is not just worthy…
SHE IS THOR’S FUCKING REPLACEMENT
and in that universe she is worshiped as THE GODDESS SHE FUCKING IS!!!!
WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS????????!!!”$^&^$%%:?@?:@<llp{p)_((*&^&%$ergiokpl:@>:@:o&t^r%$£”$
Comicpalooza recap. This is gonna get long, so below the cut:
We drove down Thursday. The cheap hotel was crap, but it was only one night. And we were glad we did because we were able to get an early start and get to the con early Friday to get our badges
Friday
Got our badges, went over to starbucks inside the convention center. That was when I was making friends with some random whovians while roommate plotted murder. The dealers room opened at noon for everybody, so we made our way down there to get the lay of the land before grabbing some lunch. I decided to go on and get James Marsters autograph so I went over to that line. I waited about an hour or so, but that’s because James was super friendly and chatting with everyone. The gal in front of me was extra super excited so that was neat. And James handed me m&ms after we chatted. So, I’ve been fed candy by James Marsters, kind of. And i got video of him talking about John that I’ll post later.
I wanted to go to Carole Barrowman’s panel about writing for Doctor Who/Torchwood, but ended up missing it due to waiting for James. worth it though. Met up with our other two friends that drove down, got settled in our next hotel room, had dinner and went to a live showing of Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog.
Saturday
This was the crazy day. Clark Gregg was only going to be there for that one day, so that was roommates focus. I had Time Lord VIP so i got into the dealers room early and hopped into John’s line with my bunnies (ha). Got the bunnies signed, then headed over to Carole and got my book signed.
Went back to the room so I wouldn’t be carrying a hardcover all day, then turned around and made Paul McGann’s panel. He was really nice and gracious. Got out of there and met up with roommate who was in line for Clark Gregg’s photo op. The line wasn’t moving and i figured I had a couple minutes, so I darted over to autographs to see if I could snag a doctor. Managed Colin Baker’s autograph just as she frantically texted me that the line was moving. Thanked him and hurried back over. Clark Gregg asked my name and shook my hand (nice grip) and the photo op was quickly over.
Grabbed lunch and I knew my John Barrowman photo op was coming up soon with the other two. They actually went ahead and got in line, and told me to make sure I ate and not rush over, so that was nice of them. Got back to the photo op line. With my time lord VIP we got through pretty quick and it’s a nice photo. Also I had my hand on his butt, even if you can’t see, so there is that.
After that we headed up to get in line for John’s panel. Again, the Time Lord VIP proved it’s worth as after a long wait (i think i waited about an hour and a half), I ended up 2nd row for the panel. John was hysterical, like usual, even if it got started late due to some disorganization. At the end he showed off his batman undies.
Got out of there, grabbed Billy Dee Williams autograph, then had dinner and hung out in the hotel room pretty much the rest of the night. I hadn’t slept well the previous two nights, so I was quite glad to sleep hard.
Sunday
This was probably my favorite day. Breakfast, got over to the con, again, used the VIP to get in early to the dealers room and lined up for John. Got my other two autographs from him. He smiled when I mentioned superwood. Had a little more time, so I went over to get Sylvester McCoy’s autograph. Then I went to get Paul McGann’s autograph. When he saw I had the Dark Eyes picture he went “oh, here,” and handed me his sonic. The actual WETA made, production sonic. I held it, took the photo and thanked him profusely. Then walked away very quietly flailing.
Ran into my other friends. One was dressed as Ianto, so we got a couple pictures and got a picture taken by a Torchwood fan. They decided to head over to find the line for the Barrowman photo op for their individual pics. I was going to wander some more, but ended up heading that way as I had photos with Paul McGann and Peter Davison.
Hung out there for a while as the front of the line. Was first in with Peter and second in for Paul. Peter was just a quick standard photo, but Paul McGann had brought his sonic so I got to handle it again along with my roommate. Also Paul McGann in skinny jeans is no bad thing.
After that, roomate and I hunted down some lunch before I headed up for John and Carole Barrowman’s panel. That one was considered a lit panel so I was told Time Lords had no power there. Still got a decent seat. It started off fun and I squeed when John literally started talking about how Carole could have ‘the j-boys but misha is MINE’ and proceeded to sing and dance around the table about mishaman. Unfortunately the next question was a bit rude basically along the lines of did Miracle Day really need to show so much gay sex and John went full defensive and pretty much ranted for a solid minute about how yes, it absolutely did and how important it was. I don’t think the person meant to offend but obviously John took it quite personal. The rest of the panel, thankfully went much better and at the end of it colin, peter and sylvester crashed it and told John and Carole to get off stage as they were next.
A lot of us were a bit ticked because we had to clear the room between John and Carole and the four doctors, so anyone who had a good seat for the first one didn’t get to keep it. I didn’t have a terrible seat for either one, and I was there, so that was the most important thing. Apparently it was the first time they’d had four doctors on one stage in America in 25 years. The first part of the panel was great, but when they opened it up to questions it was a lot of “can i get a hug” type stuff which, yeah i understand but that’s not the time or place for it. It was still interesting and at one point Paul picked up Sylvester’s hat and took a selfie while the others weren’t paying attention to him, lol. They each talked about how they got the role and Colin gave his comment about he never regenerated so these two (Sylvester and Paul) were impostors. Sylvester cracked about how Colin couldn’t be bothered to show up for work.
One of the questions was if they doctor could go anywhere they haven’t yet and one of them said “the early 1900s to make sure Michael Grade’s parents didn’t meet” (the man who cancelled who in the late 80s), another one said Jerusalem around the first century and get some answers.
After the panel I rushed back down to get in line for Peter’s autograph as he was the last doctor I needed. I told him he was my first Doctor and that the Fiveish Doctors was the better 50th anniversary special.
We got dinner, got settled in our last hotel room and then headed over to where James Marsters was singing. He apparently started early cause by the time we got there he was at least half-done, but at least I got to hear him sing (and oh my god was it hot).
Monday
I was nursing a blister by this point and we’d pretty much done what we wanted. Still, we had four day badges, so, we headed over one more time. I again went in early. Roommate had seen one of Carole’s panels and was interested in the Hollow Earth books, so I went over to the Barnes and Noble booth (of course B&N had a booth) and grabbed copy to get signed. I hadn’t seen John Scalzi but they had autographed copies of his books, so I got one of those for me. Hung out and talked with a Dr Who group from Austin for a little bit then met up with her and we went over to get her book signed by Carole. I was thinking about getting a photo with James Marsters, but he wasn’t there and she’d mentioned wanted to talk to Paul McGann, then got nervous ’cause she only wanted to talk, but I dragged her over since his line was short and she got to talk to him for a minute and shake his hand, so that was cool. We went and browsed the fanart before heading back to see about James again. The sign said noon, but then it turned out he had a panel at noon, so I said, okay “i got 20 bucks, let’s see about Carey Elwes.” Went over there and got that photo instead. He was also quite nice and complimented both of us.
After that we got lunch and hit the road back to Killeen.
In Summary
Overall we had a good time. Few hiccups and glitches, but that happens at any con. I was very, very glad I got the time lord VIP as that was worth every dollar I spent on it. I got to meet a bunch of doctors and handle a real sonic screwdriver. John Barrowman showed us his underpants. Cary Elwes complimented me and I discovered a newfound love for James Marsters. I’m a bit tempted to go see John again in August in San Antonio, but we’ll see about funds. And I’m definitely going to go Austin Comic Con in October.
If you actually read this far, thanks for sticking with me and putting up with the con spam this weekend. Also hello to the new followers as well!
Who do you think was the first person Steve Rick Rolled?
Steve discovers Roll Rolling one night while working through the list of music recommendations Sam and Natasha had given him. At first he thinks it’s a random ad popping up in the middle of the music video. Then he reads the comments. Nearly every one involves swearing and the term ‘Rick Roll’d.’ Google, as always, is unbelievably helpful and Steve laughs out loud to himself upon reading the Wiki page.
Sam is first.
Steve: Otis Redding is terrific – thanks for the recommendation. Found one you might like. Let me know what you think.
He pastes the link into the text before hitting send. He smirks and waits.
Sam: Steve Rogers, you Rick Rollin’ sonofabitch! Dammit, man. Who knew Captain America was such a troll?
Steve’s sharp bark of laughter echoes off the walls.
Steve: On your left
Sam: You’re an asshole
Sam: Fifty bucks says you can’t get everyone else
Steve: I won’t feel bad taking your money, you know?
Sam: That’s why you’re an asshole.
IDEK you guise.
Steve: Hey, Clint, thanks for the movie recommendations. Pretty in Pink was great. I liked this one too.
Steve carefully pastes the link in and presses send without a moment of regret. He tosses his phone on the counter and opens the fridge. Halfway through making a pile of sandwiches his phone vibrates on the counter.
Clint: WTF?
Clint: U rick rolled me.
Steve: Sorry, pal.
Clint: UR an asshole. >:(
Steve snorts and screencaps the texts.
Steve: one down.
He attaches the picture and sends it to Sam, laughing to himself as he pulls a carton of milk from the fridge.
Sam: Why am I friends with you?
Steve: My senior citizen’s discount.
Natasha doesn’t reply. Steve hasn’t heard anything from her in three days, so he assumes she’s off somewhere on the other side of the world kicking ass and taking names.
He’s walking back to his place one night with a couple of large pizzas, listening to the 60s mix Sam made for him when a little blur of red and black lunges at him from the shadows. His attacker sweeps his legs out from under him and knocks him to the ground. He’s prepared to spring to the defense when he sees it’s Natasha. Steve’s laugh is cut short when she presses a pointed heel against his throat. “Dammit, Nat! You made me drop my pizzas. What the hell?”
She presses her heel a fraction closer and breathing becomes difficult.
Natasha eyes him coolly with her arms crossed against her chest. ”I’ve had motherfucking Rick Astley in my head for three days now, you little shithead.”
Steve snorts and immediately regrets it.
Natasha kicks him in the ribs before offering a hand to help him off the ground.
“Share your pizza and let’s figure out how you’re going to get Stark."
(Natasha is having exactly none of your shit, Steve.)
Despite what Tony thinks, Thor has no trouble with Midgardian technology. Humor, yes, but technology no. Steve sends Thor an email, swipes his iPod off the desk and goes out for a run, listening to the 70s mix Sam made him.
unknown number: I hate you.
Steve: Excuse me, I think you have the wrong number.
unknown number: I have the right number, Captain Rogers. Thor has not stopped singing all day.
Steve: I’m sorry, Dr. Foster.
Dr. Foster: No, you’re not. ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ
No, he really wasn’t.
….
Steve finds an acoustic version, heavy on the sitar, of Rick Astley’s notorious hit and asks JARVIS to play it the next time Bruce plays his tea time music.
Two days later they learn that Hulk can’t sing but he can hum. Rather soulfully, he thinks as he sends a video clip to Sam.
Sam: You fucker, Rogers.
Steve: Five down. One to go.
Sam: Good luck with that one, asshole.
Steve: Better have my money ready, Wilson.
(Thor enjoys Midgardian folk tales sung in chanted verse)
Tony is the hardest by far. Steve brings pizza and vodka with him when he visits Natasha, and Clint is there too as a happy accident. He bounces ideas off them and everything he can think of just isn’t enough. They break for the night and he retires to his apartment.
He almost considers giving in to Sam when Tony gives him the answer unknowingly.
Steve is sitting on one of the stools in Tony’s workshop, drawing the Suit (which Tony was tickled over), when DUM-E beeps and nudges his arm. Steve grins and takes the washer they’d been using for ‘fetch’ while Tony mutters to himself and looks over the damage Steve’s body armor had sustained.
(“It’s impossible!” He’d wailed, looking at the large gashes in the fabric.
"Tell that to my stomach,” Steve had replied from the hospital bed where his skin slowly stitched itself back together under the bandages.)
“Hey, Tony.” Steve lightly tosses the washer like an extra-small frisbee across the workshop. “Is DUM-E limited to just beeps?”
“No, he has proper speakers, he just refuses to use them for anything else. He doesn’t have the AI functionality of JARVIS. He’s like a baby. A really old baby. Or the mute eldest brother.”
Steve smiles brightly when DUM-E comes back with the washer.
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It’s really easy to get the song onto his iPod.
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It’s almost easier to get the iPod hooked up to DUM-E and get him to push the ‘play’ button once Tony had settled in.
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The entire team watches through the (thankfully soundproof) glass wall as Tony shouts and chases DUM-E around his workshop.
Steve: Did it.
Sam: Pics or it didn’t happen.
Steve steps into the workshop and records the song playing as DUM-E zips around, Tony chasing him. It sends it to Sam who doesn’t reply for ten minutes.
Sam: I’m paying you in beer. BECAUSE you can’t get drunk. Asshole.
Steve: That’s Captain Asshole to you.
BEST ENDING OF ALL TIME AMG
Slaps this onto blog.
James Marsters singing acoustic, sorry I missed the very beginning of the song. [x]
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
Sorry about the crummy camera video, but the audio good. I got James singing two songs. [x]
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)