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Seven Fandoms: From Pages to the Screen

  • Twilight fandom: Gah! That’s Edwarrd Cullen! OMG, Carlise! The Werewolves are heeere! Look at THOSE ABS.

So basically they’re clowns on crack. Sorta.

Those are pretty great.


  • Robert Langdon (Dan Brown) fandom: Hmm, the people are sexier in my head.

Or is this just me?

*and swoon*


  • Lord of the Rings fandom: *chucking harmless rings into volcanoes since 1954*

Some fandoms never change . . .



  • Sherlock fandom: Hyperventilating from excess of hotness, coolness and other kind of nesses.

Personal experience, people. Personal experience.

And then we rejoice, like worli(s)!
And then we rejoice, like worli(s)!
  • Percy Jackson fandom: Movies were crap so we’ll be sitting over in the corner over here and writing fanfiction.

Do not read them, I repeat, do not read them. I Googled them and now I know way to much about the (kinky) sex life of Gods.

This.This exactly.
This. This exactly.
  • Harry Potter Fandom:
This explains pretty much everything.
This explains pretty much everything.
  • Hunger Games fandom: Aww, why don’t they show more killing?

And again, is this just me?



Disclaimer: No clowns or gods were harmed in the making of this work of art. Sexy people may or may not have been kidnapped by casting directors all over the world.


Don’t Even Ask How I Thought About This

So I haven’t had time to write anything for a few months now, so just to keep me from being depressed that my blog is dead and finally jumping  into the depths of the abyss after searching for it long and hard update my blog, here’s a draft of a story I wrote a while back:

The wound in her stomach bled more as she tried to speak but was choking with the blood pouring out of her mouth. Her life seeped into the ground, soaking her clothes and his.

They arrived to find him holding her limp, lifeless body in his arms. His tears fell on her face, so that it seemed like she was crying too.

He wouldn’t let go of her. They had to pry him of her, to stop him from kissing her bloodied lips; and then to stop him from screaming his heart out. Her body was carried far away from that place–her place of murder. But the earth and the trees still maintained her last image; the winds still carried his agonised screams of despair.

That’s pretty much it. I don’t think I can edit it anymore. Suggestions for improving this is appreciated.

Also, you have any story after this that popped into your mind?

People believe I love books. There's a criteria. They have to be interesting. For e.g. I'll steer clear of this shelf.
People believe I love books. There’s a criteria. They have to be interesting. For e.g. I’ll steer clear of this shelf.