Saturday, December 29, 2012

2013 Resolutions

1 - Get my hair done : back to brown or reddish with curls and waves - black and straight is boring as hell. Fits other ppl better. Lesson learned. Get my bangs back too. I miss them.

2 - Get Tattooed! My design is finally final, though I will consult with Alex about adding 2 items but most likely I am feeling like it's a goer. It'll seal the ... three/trinity thingie stuff.

3 - Get 2 BJDs. I want the Soom new line of super tall guys (with the monk robe for a starers) and that gorgeous brunette from ... forgot where but I will find her.

Girl :
Size : super gem girl
Boy 1 :
Size : IDealian 72, Mega gem

4 - Maybe rework my story A Small Journey Into Love with the dolls - like a photoroman - add more substance maybe.

5 - Potentially get a second guy doll to do as above with C#3

6 - In April, get the Samsung Galaxy S3 upon renewal of my mobile phone with Videotron

7 - Donate more of my books to the library. Go through DVDs and do the same. Only keep the special ones.

8 - Make more illustrations / posters

9 - Attend the local Fan-Anime convention in August

10 - Bake my own bread

11 - learn to swim and dive

12 - write down every dream that i have manually written down on paper, copy each one that was posted on the net and sort them in chronological order.

13 - Read more. My poor library card hasn't been scanned in over a year! It must be so very depressed and sad... poor baby!

14 - Get Tanith Lee's Flat Earth Series in both English and French!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Of Chocolate Cakes and Apple Pies

I was completely lost in my bubble, sitting on the couch, reading Mona Lisa Overdrive when his vague shadowy appearance knelt before me, but that was not enough to disrupt my attention and a small polite cough finally dragged back in the same reality as his.

By the tragic and concerned expression on his face, I was ready to face the worse news possible.

He signed. I tensed.

"I have bad news."
"Try me."

He took a long serious look at me and took my hands in his, locking his eyes in mine.

"There is no wi-fi in the cabin, in the woods."

I remained quite quiet, stunned and surprised, but not yet fully realizing the minimalistic gravity of the situation, and the greater prank oriented flavor of his confession. I remained in silence for a moment more, but nothing was added. There he remained, holding his tragic expression, until a single spark glimmered in his eyes and the faint shadow of a smile passed on the corner of his lips.

"Tom! You... Oh you! ... Actor!"

He burst into the most delightful jovial laughter as I fell on him, or in his arms, trying, without really trying to hammer his chest with my tiny fists.

"You really fooled me! I was ready for ...
"The End of the World ?"
"Well... something more serious... tragic?"
"No Internet for two whole weeks, while you are stuck with me and my family in a wooden house in the middle of winter-wonderland nowhere in the Great Canadian Wilderness. Isn't that tragic enough? No Facebook, no Twitter, no blogging, no photo sharing, no passionate crusades..."
"I would spend Christmas in a cave in Antarctica with you if you'd ask me!"
"I can only imagine the possibilities."

I slid on the floor, trapped in his arms again, and once more, more than happy to be lost in the open waters of his passionate embrace. As he barely slid a hand under my pullover, my body answered immediately to the invitation.

"You know... you are not obliged to ..." He vaguely tried to speak between passionate deeply contradictory kisses. "... each time ... I start..."
"You are basically ... telling me that ... it's not because a chocolate cake is put in front of me that I am obliged to eat it. To which I answer : Why would I not?"
"I am a chocolate cake for you."
"A Black Forest chocolate cake. The best."
"Chocolate cakes tend to induce women into unwanted gain of pounds."
"Not gaining a single pound devouring you!"

He didn't continue the conversation by strategically moving his lips down my neck, while a hand openly made his way up my opposite side, almost a subtle, silent, invitation to ponder the topic at hand.

"Uhm.. say..."
"Mmhhm...."He drew a burning hot and humid trail in the curve of my neck and shoulder, making me shiver and giggle in delight as the hand finally reached the destination and decided to take a rest, atop a soft hill he knew all too well. 
"Why are we having this conversation?"

He half stopped his enterprise and rested half his body on his free elbow, keeping his other hand where it lay, randomly stroking my chest, as a small reminder that things were far from over, just yet.

"You know I am working on Manon Lescaut at the moment, right?"

I nodded my agreement.

"The French term "engrosser" came into topic yesterday and that incredible French actress ... Jeanne ... she was very much in the mood of her character and asked me - something about my plans of "getting you fat." He chuckled and moved closer to my ear to whisper. "She said that I should start working the dough..."

And working he indeed started, as he passionately stirred his tongue with mine, a hand keeping the rest of the material warm and soft.

"So, what does... a chocolate cake and do you see yourself in this great astrology of the baked pastries?"
"I'm most probably an apple pie."
"So, what is the sum of a chocolate cake and an apple pie?"

I took a moment to ponder, trying as best as I could to contain the uncontrollable laughter that was about to take me over.

"I guess that a chocolate pie with traces of apple and accents of cinnamon wouldn't a bad culinary experiment..."
"The only way to know is to try, right?"

I didn't reply to that, his mouth was already agreeing to my answer as his tongue swirled mine into the elaboration of the finer details.

Monday, December 17, 2012

So Tom - tell me about your private DVD collection!

  1. Hey guys answer how your day was in a comment I wanna know! Anywhoo I hope you enjoy the story!:)

    Tom was right. As soon as you grab the newspaper the next morning, you see YOUR face plastered on it. "Who's the mystery girl, Tom?" the caption reads. You sigh.
    "Was I right?" Tom asks as he walks into the kitchen.
    "Yep. Now everyone in London is going to know my face."
    "Oh maybe not everyone. Just

    99.9 percent." he teases.
    You smile and go to the fridge.
    "Please tell me you have waffles." you say. "Yes!!" you exclaim when you find a box.
    "I had strawberries and bananas of you want to put some on top."
    "Yumm. Wait, British people eat that?"
    Tom throws his head back and laughs loudly.
    "Well I'm sorry! It's been a long week for me!" you protest.
    "Oh that made my day!"
    "Tom! Oh Tom!" someone calls. You hear the door open to the penthouse.
    "Great." Tom sighs.
    You take a double take when you see what walks trough the doorway into the kitchen. Before you stands a women dressed in pink and with pink and blue highlights in her brown hair.
    "Oh hello." she says. "You must be the mystery girl."
    "Brilla meet y/n."
    "Hi." you say awkwardly. Brilla? You think to yourself.
    "Hello." she says coldly. Then she looks to Tom. "Did you forget about the photo shoot?"
    "That's today?!"
    "Yes, that's today. As in twenty minutes today."
    Tom looks at you. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot."
    "It's cool. I can call a cab and go back to my hotel."
    "No I don't want you going back there. You can stay here until one when I get back."
    "Yes mother." you say teasingly.
    "Five minutes, Tom." Brilla says.
    "Okay I'll be right down." He looks at you as soon as she leaves. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot."
    "Oh stop it. It's fine. I'm a big girl now."
    "Okay. You're welcome to anything. I have a credit card on my desk so go ahead and order take out of you want."
    You smile. "You should go before Brilla gets mad."
    "Goodbye." before you see it coming, Tom kisses you lightly on the lips then leaves.
    "Oh my gosh....."

    Hope you like it! Don't forget, I wanna know bout your day -Lindsay:)
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Sunday, December 09, 2012

Autograph Poachers

" This may sound rude and unfair, but please hear me out:

Today I was in London for the Independent British Film Festival, and I arrived 8 hours early, super excited to see both Tom Hiddleston and Cillian Murphy. Now there already a handful of autograph hunters there (People who get celebrities autographs and just sell them for the money) which wasn’t surprising. However, when the event eventually began 8 hours later, events took a turn for the worse.

Now the security at the event… left a lot to be desired so to speak. However, the fans stayed behind the designated barriers to give the celebrities space. But the autograph hunters decided to fuck the barriers, waltz right onto the red carpet, and quite literally mob every single celebrity until they gave them as many autographs as they needed.

This obviously took up a lot of their time, meaning that real fans such as myself weren’t able to get any signatures. I politely asked them to move behind the barriers, as myself and my friends had been waiting for much longer than them (5 hours longer) and so we wanted some autographs too. Their response?

“Oh yeah, you must be pretty gutted right?”

I nodded in reply.

To which the douchebag replied with “Too bad. Your problem.”

Excuse me?

I was fuming. I was so angry. However I comforted myself with the thought that Tom Hiddleston was coming, and he always looked out for his fans.

However, as soon as he turned up, ALL of the autograph hunters (and there was A LOT) swamped him and didn’t let him move at all. I heard Tom say on several occasions “Please move, take a step back, I can’t move around!”

At first he looked pissed, but then he just looked upset.

They wouldn’t stop. They just kept handing him picture after picture, demanding he signed it and refusing to move until he did. This meant that fans such as myself couldn’t get anywhere near him, and so struggled to get an autograph, if anything!

We all chose to keep our distance anyway. He looked incredibly upset, so we didn’t want to upset him any more.

He eventually forced his way through after a good 20 minutes, running into the building. He had a look on his face that almost made my heart split in two.

This also caused such a mess that Cillian Murphy (the one who I was looking forward most to seeing) had to go in the back way, so I never got the opportunity to even see him, let alone get his autograph. I was so upset I was brought nearly to tears.

So please, don’t buy his signature from online stores. They’re quite often obtained through mean, rude and despicable ways.

Thank you for your time. I just don’t want Tom to experience something as horrible as this again. Please signal boost if you can."

source :

other speaking sources, because an image is worth a thousand words ;

My Own Personal Thoughts.

The first thing that comes to mind is the heart wreck I feel  upon reading the accounts of this. I feel bad for Tom and I feel bad for the fans with the same equal hurt.

I feel bad for Tom because he is fresh in the industry and genuinely likes the interaction with his fans and is naturally inclined to be generous of his time and is always signing as much autographs and take as much pictures with the fans as his time/schedule allows him. This is the most direct and irrespectful way of ripping him off from that beautiful thing he is building with his fans. The sole idea of selling off those autographs for personal profit makes the whole thing dirty at the same level as prostitution.

I feel bad for the fans because They stand there long hours, they respect their idols and favorite celebrities, they respect the boundaries set for each and everyone's safety and well being, they actually participate in an exchange of appreciation of the other party's service or artifact (in this case the act of signing an autograph). Tom appreciates his loyal devoted fans and the fans appreciate Tom - it's all done in respect of each other and it can be the most wonderful thing with this man!

I feel bad for Tom because this surely has affected him for the evening and will surely break the idealistic image he had of his career as an emerging actor. This stains the whole thrill of being appreciated for his hard work. It's like having a fine dessert in front of him and some random idiot takes out a big chunk; it's just inconsiderate and rude. Ill mannered being too faint of an expression.

I feel bad for the fans because they feel bad for their fave actor. They / and we have compassion and respect for our idols. We feel with them and for them, especially when sad events such as this happen. 

Having a couple thousand horny fan girls can come off as a joke and at the end of the day, most fan girls have enough common sense to respect their idol. (I say most, because there are some among the self proclaimed fans who have no shame in harassing him over tweeter as if he was their best friend, or some, even worse, who have the guts to send him angry tweets because they trusted unverified sources who promised his presence at a location where he was not scheduled to be). Bottom line is, the vast majority would protect this man as they would with their own family! So we don't take it well when others - who on top are Not even his fans - take advantage of him in such a rude and selfish manner!

Autographs, for the record, can be obtained through his agency if someone has the minimum caring decency of sending in a pre-paid postage back - which in the case of these morons wouldn't even cost 1% of the money they'd make selling the said autographed piece. And to me, it lowers the value of the said autograph if it's purchased off e bay or any other online source which is not an honest legit source. This is not import/export goods and antiques from Venice! Autographs by famous people have a very deeply personal connotation to them to the fans and if one would never part from one - one should not loose god knows what exuberant amounts of money - to get one which was obtained as legally as poachers would get an exotic animal on the black market!

Friday, December 07, 2012

A Night's Sky

“Beautiful, isn’t it.” He whispered from the above docking and hadn’t I known it was him, I
could have sworn an angel just spoke to me.

I was sitting on a cold bench, on a cold lonely deck, in a cold night, under the cold distant stars, on a boat washed by the cold night ocean wind, but none of this really mattered. Or, more accurately, mostly none of it reached me.

Above me was the infinitely peaceful night sky, glimmering with stars from far and farther away with a faint pale veil of what we mankind call the milky way. As I was sitting on the bench, on the deck, on the boat, I imagined that, had I been on a smaller boat, which would gently swing to the ocean’s waves, I could say that I was watching the universe breath above me, like a gigantic living being, or a child with starry eyes looking down at a microscopic plankton floating on a strange white object.

I heard his steps clacking at a regular yet enthusiastic pace as he quickly reduce to void the vague distance between us. I tried to keep my attention on the stars but the smile that bloomed on my lips and quickly spread like an African wild firein the savannah and didn’t take its source of origin in the stars above me, but rather, in the sheer delight of having him so close near me.

I shivered a little under the thick blanket wrapped around me and noticing it, he sneaked even closer to gently blow a long humid and burning hot breath on my cheek and neck, which he concluded with an equally suggestive kiss on the jawline and I couldn’t hold it any longer, I burst into a genuine childish giggle. Only he could do such a thing and know that somewhere deep inside secret territories, a mystic fire just got splendidly refurnished with high quality burning wood log.

“You make a little spot?”

I stood up to open my wool cape and let him in, and remembered that moment in the cottage, as I was sitting on his lap, trying to drink my tea without chocking on it. Later that evening, I had my head resting on his chest, dozing off to wonderland, as h was randomly twirling his fingers in my hair. We were almost watching a BBC documentary about the river Ganges, but I was mostly lost in the river of dreams whose tide gently rose around me. Being in his arms like that, I felt I was part of an exclusive living ecosystem, like enjoying the secret breath of a millennial old forest. I let the slow rise and fall of his chest rock me gently to slumber and the melodious female narrating voice building an easier bridge to slumber.

He gently blew air on my face, in a ticklish playful manner and I frowned, wondering about the master trickster's abilities. I opened my eyes and smiled. There he was, tenderly smiling back at me.

"Tommy?" I asked still drowsy.

His smile widened as he offered me his hand.

I hesitated, concerned about disrupting the other Tom's peace, the one in whose arms I was technically snuggled in. I rose my head, but he didn't seem to be too greatly disturbed, yet alone we aware of the presence of his doppelganger. I got up, as softly as I could, which attention to delicateness seemed to greatly amused the other Tom.

He clothed all in white and a soft almost unnoticeable soft glow seemed to gleam about him, his hair was back to short blond too, but the incredible liveliness in his eyes was proof enough it was him. That was undeniable.

He had his hand sturdy laid out, patiently waiting for me, not rushing, holding the invitation. I finally slid my hand in his at the contact of his fingers, a small gently pulsating fire enveloped, it seemed, the entirety of my being. I looked back and had a small vertigo as I observed myself still sleeping on Tom's chest, my breath slow and deep of deep sleep. Tom had a little yawn and looked down on the sleeping me. My heart fluttered as I caught the soft gleaming tenderness blooming on his lips for the instant of a smile.

Tom in white opened the door and the night outside was mesmerizing, with the tall trees like secret guardians on the guard, ready to attack any intruder that had the misfortunate idea of going too far inside secret grounds. I looked the slightest bit up and it seemed the stars had plotted to appear drastically nearer, almost touching the tree tops.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Tom in white asked me and I was short of words to share my enchantment.

He lead me a little further in the woods up ahead of us until we reached a small clearing, not the one in which we had spent the morning, but an equally charming one, even more magic, for there stood, at a few feet in frotn of us, a fire as tall as the man standing at my side, as strong and as vigorous, and certainly as vivid of beauty as irresistibly compelling.

For a moment, I wondered which fascinated me the greater; the man or the fire. I smiled as I thought that how both could burn me, in fact.

"Why are you showing me this?" I asked, fascinated.
"You haven't guessed yet, then." He answered in a riddle. "This is your love for me."

And all of a sudden he was behind me, his arms firmly around my waist, pressing me against him gently but assertively. I couldn't draw my attention away from the fire, the realization of it all seemed too absurdly impossible, woven from the thread of dreams and fairy tales.

Pas the fire, a little to the right, sod an equally tall and majestic castle of ancient stones, I knew, had seen many battles rise and even more men fall.

"The castle there, it's you, right ?" I asked in an equally low whisper.

"Mmhmm." He answered on the same tone.

We stood there a considerable moment, just watching the fire breath a steady crescendo of strong healthy flames, sometimes burping golden sparks of light. Tom kissed me on the cheek and a wave imploded inside, in the core middle, at the root of the fire and rippled in it, on all it's height and circumference, like a small nuclear ring made of fire.

"I guess that ... saying "I love you" is rendered futile in such circumstances."

Any words were rendered useless in the face of such an immensely captivating spectacle.

An unusual noise distracted me. It was as if the sound of a bird flopping his wings was muted to a bare audible minimum and then that muted sound would have been amplified to a point where it covered all other sounds around us.

I wanted to tun around to ask him if he had heard the same noise, but I realized that I couldn't. I was sitting on his lap and all I could do was to turn my head and raise my face.  The other, the real Tom, smiled at me, a vague concern shadowed his eyes for a fast volatile moment.

"You heard that?"

He ran his fingers in my hair.

"Heard what?"

I frowned a little, trying to gather thoughts which could define adequately what I was trying to sound reasonably normal, or less fantastical than they actually were.

"It sounded like an amplified muted ... muffled ... bird wing ... sort of noise ... what you'd imagine an angel's wing would sound like.... I guess.

He chuckled softly.

"I think you had a really nice dream."

"Because, this is isn't one?"

Tom stretched out as I got up to to the same. I was just about done when he put both hands on my cheeks and pressed his lips strongly against mine, in a single solid confirmation.

"No, you are not dreaming, Sleeping Beauty."

"Tom, you are sure this is not a dream?"

Under the warm blanket, he bent over and bit hard on my neck, leaving me almost grasping for air. This spot won't content itself in turning blue, and the thought made me smile, which softly exploded into a shy chuckle as those same lips were not gently covering the same spot with apologizing kisses.

Somewhere in the far away forest of my soul, a fire burped particles of light the size of tennis balls and shivered in ecstasy, as a long slow wave of pleasure erupted from the core, its wave embracing the thickness of the fire as it rose like a rogue wave to reach the top.

Somewhere past the fire, a tall castle smiled in its stone walls, as a fortress could do.

This is a small continuation, sequel, to A Small Journey Into Love. It sort of spurred in my mind one random night before I fell asleep and I decided to keep it.

Monday, December 03, 2012

Having Fun with Loki

Started off on Facebook because of :

ladies i like to be tied and other things >:) tell me what do you do to me ???

  • Emilia Tokes how about i get rid of those pesky chains and you capture me with magic tricks and old poetry over tea ?
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) *gets rid of the handcuffs* aahahha im free now im goin to attack ladies, tell me darlings how do you prefer too be attacked???? >:)
    Emilia Tokes Improvisation is an open door for excessive fun.
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) ahahha, should i bite ears and necks first?
    Emilia Tokes You can start with who ever - I don't intend of moving from my spot - take your time.
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) *start to bites ears necks* this is gonna be good 
    Emilia Tokes well the evening is still very very young so, indeed, it will
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) *start to kissing your lips, take of your shirt slowly, then take your bra with my teeth, make you a hickey on the neck, take off your jeans slowly while i kiss you,take of gently your socks, and then take of your little red lingerie panties with my teeth, i will keep them in my pocket >:) , i will tie your arms with black silk scarfs, and i will run your body piece by piece, curve by curve, until i get the center of your legs and possess your flower, your sweet flower with my mouth,and watch you have convulsions, hearing you moaning for more,feel your hot breath as i reach down there with my butter fingers and reaching to multiple orgasms until you faint, and then watch you sleep like a beauty, breathing slowly.*
    Emilia Tokes I like your plan for the evening! at the ... slight exception that I never wear lingerie, especially not bras ;) I don't like superficial crap between the external cover up and the honest truth underneath ^_^ the rest is accurate - might throw in a few passionately appreciative comments - all depending on the inspiration of the moment of course
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) hmmm i see darling >:) *hands in hips* you tell me what do you do to me right here right now, uncensored, please don't be afraid to write what you think >:)
    Emilia Tokes since you are asking so nicely.

    I would start by shoving my tongue in your mouth and kiss you like a drunk sailor for as long as I can hold it, while a hand will stragetically go down south and sneak behind enemy lines. You still have your pants - wh
    ich is completely unfair, considering I am butt naked sitting on your lap. That will be taken care of. But everything in due time eh ;) So then, when I'll be out of breath and bored with your mouth, I will go down to your neck and tour it with a wet tongue, appreciating the soft and yet coarseness of your men skin, pushing my tongue in your neck's pit as if it was a woman's secrete garden. This small distraction should keep you from focusing too hard on the spy hand which has by now reached the primary target. You might - as you are surprised - tense up a slight but and grab something of mine as a first instinct. Accepting the fact that you are aware, I will then lower my lips and taste your manly breasts, rolling my tongue around your nipples, nibbling, sucking and wetting them. The hand, by now, is completely in your pants, pinching and rubbing and stroking your manhood.
    Our God Of Mischief vs Our Prince Charming (Tom Hiddleston) mmh i like it :) i mean i loved it you know how to treat a man ;)

    • Emilia Tokes yay! you're still alive :D *relief* and reasonably not traumatized - always good! happy you like my style ;)

Randomness of Life #2 - December 3, 2012

I just love how the randomness of this came on my facebook page!