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*clears throat* SQUEE!
So. We'd planned to go see horses with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
overcraft, except the owner of the place where her horse Java is kept for the summer was not there, and we could only see the horses for afar. Still, Java is gorgeous and the slash has not got to me so much that I was OTPing two geldings look it's all Over's fault.
On the other hand, we were supposed to meet up withfoley_durden and hopefully catch a glimpse of Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis outside the on-invitation-only French premiere of PotC 2, and we ended up completely missing her but oh so much more than I expected fangirly-wise.
So, the premiere was supposed to be at 7:45, and we got there an hour earlier. There were already tons of people there, but we eventually managed to find a very strategic position by the red carpet and befriended two Californiandudes college boys who'd just stumbled upon the crowd and figured all those people must be waiting for something worth seeing. We learned from some fangirls that not only was Johnny expected, but also Orlando. Which, alright, cool, I just wanted to see Johnny, personally. We waited and were too hot and thirsty and were gradually more and more crushed towards the barriers, and then we waited some more. And then, by order of appearance...
Orlando arrived, and did I just turn into a fangirl at his sight or what. Not a shrieking one, there were already enough of those, but a quiet fangirl who kept her squeeing private, and just marvelled at the prettiness. The guy's so young, and he pays attention to the fans. And he's very, very, very pretty. Pictures don't do him justice.
I don't care that the picture is blurry as all hell. You have to realise that I was crushed, with my arms up, and this digital camera that kinda sucks, and I couldn't even see what I was framing, and people were pushing and screaming "ORLANDO!" in my ears. So yeah, I don't care that it's blurry, just look at that smile. ...and the ring. I like silver.
Again, sorry about the blurry, but the dorkiness of that smile deserves to be shared.
I took that one right before managing to extend my Pirates DVD jacket over three fangirls for him to sign. He took it, and signed it, and then we spent three or four seconds with him trying to give it back to me, because I was far and my arms? Not that long. And I said one of the most heartfelt thank-you's of my existence because what I was really thanking him for? Was for making the whole standing-there-hot-and-thirsty-and-crushed not be for nothing. And there was eye contact and he is so SWEET he makes me want to use Kaylee's famous take-a-bite-right-outta-him line. Unfortunately, I was behind too many people to be able to tell him anything beside thank-you. (Or fortunately, if I was going to get on the subject of biting him. Unless he's into that. Getting bitten by random fangirls. Who knows, right?)
See? So. Fucking. SWEET. And that dimple! The man's just so pretty. So yeah, I thought I didn't care much for him, but I totally do. Just because he paid attention to the fans and that's the best thing, for me. An actor does that, I'm bound to like him. And one of the fangirls in front of me told him "I love you" and he answered "Merci" and isn't that the SWEETEST thing.
Right. Enough Orli-fangirling now. Let's move on to OMFGJOHNNY.
The glasses, people. Those purple glasses. So. Very. Johnny. And that jaw, enhanced by the stubble? Oh yes. And the hair, the hair is great. And just, you know, Johnny! Those cheeks. Mmmm.
Yes, yes, blurry, but truth be told the "crushed" factor was even worse for him than for Orlando and who cares, look! Ring! Ring. Ring and finger tattoo. Coolness! Also, again, just look at those cheeks.Oh, to see him sucking them in.
So, you know, where Orlando was really attentive to the fans, Johnny was much more down-to-business, and focused on getting stuff signed and moving on to the next stuff to sign. But here, he's smiling a little, and just look at what it does to his cheekbones*melts*. It's one thing to admire his cheekbones on a screen, another one altogether to witness them in the flesh. Powerful weapon, those are.
Yeah, I know, crappy picture with that guy in front of Johnny, what the hell did he think he was doing there, tsk, honestly, but still, there's the Jack Sparrow tattoo on his forearm and that's so much love. (For the record, it's the same tat that Jack has, except with the sparrow flying towards Johnny instead of away from him, and he got it done for his son, Jack.)
And sadly, this is the best picture of the notwife I could get. Vanessa, in the bottom left hand corner. She stood not three feet from me for a while, three feet on which were stacked maybe four people, and I could have reached out and touched her, but I couldn't get one decent shot. She was very sweet, though, and at one point a girl called her back asking her to come over to take a picture with her, and she did with a smile and how nice is that. She's very beautiful, too. In a stick figure kind of way, I'm sorry, I like my women with a bit more meat on their bones.
One of the Californians was pretty tall and thus had long arms, and a much longer reach than me, and he managed to 1) take a few great pictures of Johnny, apparently, including one when Johnny grinned and OMGGOLDTEETH and damn sexy grin is all I have to say about that, we took their e-mail addie to get those pictures and 2) more importantly, get my DVD jacket to Johnny for him to sign.
Yes, I now have my PotC DVD jacket signed by Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp (right on Geoffrey's face, how rude, honestly). Yay! I wasn't even disappointed that, contrarily to the ideal little dream world in my head, Jack Davenport didn't show up. Because even without him, it was well worth it. Besides, I would've been incredibly frustrated not to be able to at least exchange a few words with him. Not just because I lust after his voice, no.
Now, you know what pisses me off? That the movie isn't actually released in France until August. Bleedin' August. How am I supposed to wait while the whole flist erupts into squees and fanfiction and I haven't written any Pirates fic in ages but I want to I can't wait I love these characters I. Can't. Wait. I'm debating whether it's worth downloading it to watch it on a computer screen, before going to watch it in the cinema, or if I really do want the first time to be on a big screen. Thoughts?
...squeeful day. I still can't really wrap my mind around the fact that yes, they stood within a few feet of me. Orlando Bloom in all his pretty sweetness and Johnny Depp in all his tattoed, beringed, purplely-bespectacled, cheekbones-to-be-damned-for glory. I'm every bit a fangirl today. A very, very, very happy fangirl.
overcraft, except the owner of the place where her horse Java is kept for the summer was not there, and we could only see the horses for afar. Still, Java is gorgeous On the other hand, we were supposed to meet up with
foley_durden and hopefully catch a glimpse of Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis outside the on-invitation-only French premiere of PotC 2, and we ended up completely missing her but oh so much more than I expected fangirly-wise.So, the premiere was supposed to be at 7:45, and we got there an hour earlier. There were already tons of people there, but we eventually managed to find a very strategic position by the red carpet and befriended two Californian
Orlando arrived, and did I just turn into a fangirl at his sight or what. Not a shrieking one, there were already enough of those, but a quiet fangirl who kept her squeeing private, and just marvelled at the prettiness. The guy's so young, and he pays attention to the fans. And he's very, very, very pretty. Pictures don't do him justice.
I don't care that the picture is blurry as all hell. You have to realise that I was crushed, with my arms up, and this digital camera that kinda sucks, and I couldn't even see what I was framing, and people were pushing and screaming "ORLANDO!" in my ears. So yeah, I don't care that it's blurry, just look at that smile. ...and the ring. I like silver.
Again, sorry about the blurry, but the dorkiness of that smile deserves to be shared.
I took that one right before managing to extend my Pirates DVD jacket over three fangirls for him to sign. He took it, and signed it, and then we spent three or four seconds with him trying to give it back to me, because I was far and my arms? Not that long. And I said one of the most heartfelt thank-you's of my existence because what I was really thanking him for? Was for making the whole standing-there-hot-and-thirsty-and-crushed not be for nothing. And there was eye contact and he is so SWEET he makes me want to use Kaylee's famous take-a-bite-right-outta-him line. Unfortunately, I was behind too many people to be able to tell him anything beside thank-you. (Or fortunately, if I was going to get on the subject of biting him. Unless he's into that. Getting bitten by random fangirls. Who knows, right?)
See? So. Fucking. SWEET. And that dimple! The man's just so pretty. So yeah, I thought I didn't care much for him, but I totally do. Just because he paid attention to the fans and that's the best thing, for me. An actor does that, I'm bound to like him. And one of the fangirls in front of me told him "I love you" and he answered "Merci" and isn't that the SWEETEST thing.
Right. Enough Orli-fangirling now. Let's move on to OMFGJOHNNY.
The glasses, people. Those purple glasses. So. Very. Johnny. And that jaw, enhanced by the stubble? Oh yes. And the hair, the hair is great. And just, you know, Johnny! Those cheeks. Mmmm.
Yes, yes, blurry, but truth be told the "crushed" factor was even worse for him than for Orlando and who cares, look! Ring! Ring. Ring and finger tattoo. Coolness! Also, again, just look at those cheeks.
So, you know, where Orlando was really attentive to the fans, Johnny was much more down-to-business, and focused on getting stuff signed and moving on to the next stuff to sign. But here, he's smiling a little, and just look at what it does to his cheekbones*melts*. It's one thing to admire his cheekbones on a screen, another one altogether to witness them in the flesh. Powerful weapon, those are.
Yeah, I know, crappy picture with that guy in front of Johnny, what the hell did he think he was doing there, tsk, honestly, but still, there's the Jack Sparrow tattoo on his forearm and that's so much love. (For the record, it's the same tat that Jack has, except with the sparrow flying towards Johnny instead of away from him, and he got it done for his son, Jack.)
And sadly, this is the best picture of the notwife I could get. Vanessa, in the bottom left hand corner. She stood not three feet from me for a while, three feet on which were stacked maybe four people, and I could have reached out and touched her, but I couldn't get one decent shot. She was very sweet, though, and at one point a girl called her back asking her to come over to take a picture with her, and she did with a smile and how nice is that. She's very beautiful, too. In a stick figure kind of way, I'm sorry, I like my women with a bit more meat on their bones.
One of the Californians was pretty tall and thus had long arms, and a much longer reach than me, and he managed to 1) take a few great pictures of Johnny, apparently, including one when Johnny grinned and OMGGOLDTEETH and damn sexy grin is all I have to say about that, we took their e-mail addie to get those pictures and 2) more importantly, get my DVD jacket to Johnny for him to sign.
Yes, I now have my PotC DVD jacket signed by Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp (right on Geoffrey's face, how rude, honestly). Yay! I wasn't even disappointed that, contrarily to the ideal little dream world in my head, Jack Davenport didn't show up. Because even without him, it was well worth it. Besides, I would've been incredibly frustrated not to be able to at least exchange a few words with him. Not just because I lust after his voice, no.
Now, you know what pisses me off? That the movie isn't actually released in France until August. Bleedin' August. How am I supposed to wait while the whole flist erupts into squees and fanfiction and I haven't written any Pirates fic in ages but I want to I can't wait I love these characters I. Can't. Wait. I'm debating whether it's worth downloading it to watch it on a computer screen, before going to watch it in the cinema, or if I really do want the first time to be on a big screen. Thoughts?
...squeeful day. I still can't really wrap my mind around the fact that yes, they stood within a few feet of me. Orlando Bloom in all his pretty sweetness and Johnny Depp in all his tattoed, beringed, purplely-bespectacled, cheekbones-to-be-damned-for glory. I'm every bit a fangirl today. A very, very, very happy fangirl.
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oh just look at Orlando's beautiful little face. It's probably a good idea I didn't go, would've definitely ended up lunging at him in a fit of Bloom fangirl insanity.
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Man, you know, I used to be an Orli fangirl, and then I, er, stopped. And now this, and I'm gone again, completely gone justlookitim. And he's seriously the sweetest and there was EYE CONTACT for the whole of two seconds and, like, I'm still all "eeeeep!" over it. GONE. I'm gone.
Now I need to dig up Billy's Best series, because that's the best LotR RPS I have ever read and possibly I haven't read much of it at all but oh Billy, and oh Orlando, and oh. *fangirls madly*
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My Orlando fangirlness has calmed down a lot in the last couple of years but WHEW. Back in the day? Scary. Like, Aniston levels of love for him.
A great big YES to Billy's Best being one of the best LoTR RPS fics out there. It's one of those that you can just read over and over again and never tire of.
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Then - EYE CONTACT, yes, and god, his eyes. So dark and warm and you just want to smooch him. Or take a bite right outta him, like I said.
Yeah, no, I never was that much of a fangirl. I just really, really liked him, and I was more of a general LotR fangirl, without going in for any of the boys specifically. ...okay my preference went to Billy, but, yeah, it wasn't anything like, say, the Big Damn Heroes fangirlism I've got going on now.
And I have read it over and over again and now I think I need to once more. ...especially since there might be more since last I checked. I think it was only missing the last fic.
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Any news on Big Adam?
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You recognise fangirls by their very typical squee. Do you ever squee at Johnny?
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No, I don't squee. I stare, I've got stars in the eyes, I sometimes gape at him too. I remember having been looking at pictures of him on the internet (didn't do it as much as I did for River Phoenix though... *sigh*) I used to have a PotC poster hanging on my wall, and I sometimes stared dreamily at Jack Sparrow...
Hmm wait, I might have squeed once or twice at Jack Sparrow...
Ok, you got me. I'm a fangirl... ^^"
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(And personally, I'd wait and see the movie in theaters)
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(But the flist will be FICCING and I won't be able to read and I'll never catch up with those fics afterwards I just know it. ...you're probably right. Hmpf.)
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(Just bookmark all the fics and go back and read them after you see the movie. It'll be so much better on the big screen!)
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a corsetsuch a small space as you were being crushed into, and aim the camera without having a clue what you were taking pictures of. Bless digital. I've had tougher times in crowds in concerts. Especially when James Marsters was involved.BUTOMGJOHNNY.
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*CAN'T BREATHE, GIMME A SECOND*
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*DIES*
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Look, if I can go through this and survive? So will you, damnit! *Resolved Face on*
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BUT STILL. I always say stupid stuff to celebrities. :P
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You MUST see it SOON. I will die if you don't.
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YOU'RE NOT HELPING. Here I was trying to strengthen my resolve to wait for a big screen but oh god oh god does it mean you've already seen it and they've done something fantastically brilliant with lovely James? DON'T TELL ME. Don't tell me. *watches her weak resolve crumble*
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They DID. And he was DEVIOUS and BRILLIANT and just as MORALLY AMBIGUOUS as the rest of them, and best of all, he'll be back in the next movie as ADMIRAL!!!
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I think it's the kind of film that requires being first seen on a big screen.
I also know it will be very hard for you to resist the temptation for almost a full month.
It's your choice. But for the movie's sake, I would recommend TRYING(;-p) to wait until it's released.
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*grins*
I might TRY.
But COME ON.
We both know I'm not going to make it.
Besides, I never even saw the first one on a big screen (for lack of a cinema showing it in English where I was), and I survived. Much as it frustrated me.
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And I did NOT make the most insane sound when I saw the picture of him smiling. Did NOT.
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You know, on the spot I didn't even make insane sounds. It's afterwards that the fangirling hit. I think the striving for air part of being crushed took it out of me.
So tiny!
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*dreams about those cheekbones*
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I'll pass up on the counselling, though. I like my neuroses.
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*thud*
Well, that was, uh, thanks for sharing. *stares some more* cheekbones!!!
*thud*
Ahem, tell you what hon, lets be strong together and wait for the cinema release. It's out here, but I'm not allowed to go watch it until the 29th, when my friends come over. Argh. *looks at Johnny*. *thinks of friends*. Damn. *LeSigh*
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I'd rather do a Firefly con over a PotC premiere any day, but still, SQUEE.
...your friends are AWFUL. Why won't they let you go see it? I can't believe it. Can't you, like, lie to them?
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*is so completely jealous because no one cool ever comes within 500 miles of where I live*
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JohnnyDepp. sigh
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