Before I start the writing fun...
Okay, so I have a bunch of stuff on fanfic, and I figure over time I will post it all over here (minus the ones I'm not as proud of, and the one I'm most proud of as only half of it actually belongs to me). Before I do, though, I figured I'd let anyone who is going to waste their time reading my stuff get to know a tiny bit about me!!!
I am 18. I'm only a kid compared to most people, but I have had one year of hell, so I'd like to say my maturity level is at least in adulthood if it hadn't been before.
Hell year consisted of my only remaining grandfather who I'm quite close to being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer (the inoperable kind) and watching him suffer and decline as he came to terms with life and death. In that ten months my papa must have learned things I might never fully understand, but I believe that he went out happy. Hey, at least the man had good timing- his body wanted to leave on Valentine's Day, but he held on until two in the morning February 15th- the day that I was supposed to say my goodbyes. Maybe it was better that way, I'll never know, but the last thing I remember him telling me one month prior was "wow, when did that girl get to looking so pretty?" I hope I do him justice.
Now, he was my mother's father. My father's father passed away when I was four or five years old, but my father's mother was one tough cookie. I swear, that lady "almost" died at least five times in ten years, but the week that my biggest class project was due (and the very day it had been dumped completely on my shoulders) she decided that she'd had enough to being on amazing lady and she just failed. She passed three days later- the same day as my "sister's" wedding. See, I'm an only child, but there is one amazing lady out there fifteen years older than me who babysat me as a child, but she did so much more than that. She half raised me into the crazy, lovely person I am, and I was in her wedding. =) Except, you know, I spent the day trying to be brave because we didn't want to tell my sissy that the happiest day of her life was the day that I lost a second grandparent that year. Now I've got one left.
But, I can say she was old and it was a mercy of God or whomever else that she died. She earned whatever peace is out there for her, the poor tormented soul.
That was May 22. The third part of Hell Year took place June 23 when my dad got a tad sleepy on the way home from work and forgot that hitting a cement truck at 70 miles an hour is a no no.
I think I can safely say that while I have been much safer and remain more innocent and much luckier than any DAYD child, I have probably earned my rights to say that I haven't had the best of years all around. =)
I suppose the fourth part of Hell Year would be the fact that I was sicker than a dog through my Grandma's entire funeral and for the next week (led up to Daddy's accidental physics experiment, too, I'd only just gotten well the day before) and have had mono for the past two weeks. But that's just life.
Wow, that took more writing than I expected! On to happier things! Daddy obviously didn't die and is home, if unable to move around on his own yet, and so that's good.
Back to me, though that sounds so vain, my favorite color is blue. My favorite show is Supernatural, my favorite book series is Mortal Instruments, and the most amazing work of fanfiction that I have ever read is Dumbledore's Army and the Year of Darkness by Thanfiction. I'd highly recommend it. Past that, Kin and Kisses by liebedance and flameintheflood (on fanfiction, I don't know/think it's on here, Liebe?) is a must read for cuteness and angst alike. It's just... simply mind blowingly amazing, you know? =)
I write a large variety of fanfiction. I've yet to write a DAYD one, but that's only a matter of time. I have written a couple attempts (feeble ones at that) for Destiel (Supernatural) as well as a Chuck/Adam fic with my best friend. I'm quite proud of it, though I fear it might be falling into redundancy. It will get much more creative once we're back together with the start of school. I love writing Malec fics for Mortal Instruments, they are simply one of the best pairings when written correctly. I have a couple Remus/Sirius fictions for Harry Potter, a couple drabbles for Nabari No Ou (it's a manga, but you'll have trouble finding it since it licensed! grrrr), I love Fablehaven and am quite proud of a fic called "Trapped" that I feel quite adequately summer up Warren's captive moments- even when the book came out my fic still retained credibility, so I must be forever thankful to Brandon Mull for that. I have one fiction for Green Street Hooligans, an excellent movie, that is all about the one character that most people find disgusting by the end- Bovver. I find him fascinating, personally. When you watch the movie seven times in a row, you can't exactly hate him, and pity gets old, so you just kind of learn to like him. Well, I did, but everyone's different. ^.^
I have the best boyfriend in the world. He is amazing.
I am a proud Hufflepuff. I don't understand why my friends seem to think I'm insulting myself- those 'Puffs are awesome. =) My friend Liebe and I have had this discussion enough times, so I know I'm not crazy. My best friend is a Slytherin (and I'm fairly sure she's proud of it) so I'm all for the merging of the minds! =) We've all got our strengths and weaknesses in the crazy of life.
Okay, I feel like I did way too much talking about myself here, so I'll shut it, but if you have any comments on anything, feel free! I'm a bit of a review/comment addict, but who isn't? =)
luvs, ~Lynx
I am 18. I'm only a kid compared to most people, but I have had one year of hell, so I'd like to say my maturity level is at least in adulthood if it hadn't been before.
Hell year consisted of my only remaining grandfather who I'm quite close to being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer (the inoperable kind) and watching him suffer and decline as he came to terms with life and death. In that ten months my papa must have learned things I might never fully understand, but I believe that he went out happy. Hey, at least the man had good timing- his body wanted to leave on Valentine's Day, but he held on until two in the morning February 15th- the day that I was supposed to say my goodbyes. Maybe it was better that way, I'll never know, but the last thing I remember him telling me one month prior was "wow, when did that girl get to looking so pretty?" I hope I do him justice.
Now, he was my mother's father. My father's father passed away when I was four or five years old, but my father's mother was one tough cookie. I swear, that lady "almost" died at least five times in ten years, but the week that my biggest class project was due (and the very day it had been dumped completely on my shoulders) she decided that she'd had enough to being on amazing lady and she just failed. She passed three days later- the same day as my "sister's" wedding. See, I'm an only child, but there is one amazing lady out there fifteen years older than me who babysat me as a child, but she did so much more than that. She half raised me into the crazy, lovely person I am, and I was in her wedding. =) Except, you know, I spent the day trying to be brave because we didn't want to tell my sissy that the happiest day of her life was the day that I lost a second grandparent that year. Now I've got one left.
But, I can say she was old and it was a mercy of God or whomever else that she died. She earned whatever peace is out there for her, the poor tormented soul.
That was May 22. The third part of Hell Year took place June 23 when my dad got a tad sleepy on the way home from work and forgot that hitting a cement truck at 70 miles an hour is a no no.
I think I can safely say that while I have been much safer and remain more innocent and much luckier than any DAYD child, I have probably earned my rights to say that I haven't had the best of years all around. =)
I suppose the fourth part of Hell Year would be the fact that I was sicker than a dog through my Grandma's entire funeral and for the next week (led up to Daddy's accidental physics experiment, too, I'd only just gotten well the day before) and have had mono for the past two weeks. But that's just life.
Wow, that took more writing than I expected! On to happier things! Daddy obviously didn't die and is home, if unable to move around on his own yet, and so that's good.
Back to me, though that sounds so vain, my favorite color is blue. My favorite show is Supernatural, my favorite book series is Mortal Instruments, and the most amazing work of fanfiction that I have ever read is Dumbledore's Army and the Year of Darkness by Thanfiction. I'd highly recommend it. Past that, Kin and Kisses by liebedance and flameintheflood (on fanfiction, I don't know/think it's on here, Liebe?) is a must read for cuteness and angst alike. It's just... simply mind blowingly amazing, you know? =)
I write a large variety of fanfiction. I've yet to write a DAYD one, but that's only a matter of time. I have written a couple attempts (feeble ones at that) for Destiel (Supernatural) as well as a Chuck/Adam fic with my best friend. I'm quite proud of it, though I fear it might be falling into redundancy. It will get much more creative once we're back together with the start of school. I love writing Malec fics for Mortal Instruments, they are simply one of the best pairings when written correctly. I have a couple Remus/Sirius fictions for Harry Potter, a couple drabbles for Nabari No Ou (it's a manga, but you'll have trouble finding it since it licensed! grrrr), I love Fablehaven and am quite proud of a fic called "Trapped" that I feel quite adequately summer up Warren's captive moments- even when the book came out my fic still retained credibility, so I must be forever thankful to Brandon Mull for that. I have one fiction for Green Street Hooligans, an excellent movie, that is all about the one character that most people find disgusting by the end- Bovver. I find him fascinating, personally. When you watch the movie seven times in a row, you can't exactly hate him, and pity gets old, so you just kind of learn to like him. Well, I did, but everyone's different. ^.^
I have the best boyfriend in the world. He is amazing.
I am a proud Hufflepuff. I don't understand why my friends seem to think I'm insulting myself- those 'Puffs are awesome. =) My friend Liebe and I have had this discussion enough times, so I know I'm not crazy. My best friend is a Slytherin (and I'm fairly sure she's proud of it) so I'm all for the merging of the minds! =) We've all got our strengths and weaknesses in the crazy of life.
Okay, I feel like I did way too much talking about myself here, so I'll shut it, but if you have any comments on anything, feel free! I'm a bit of a review/comment addict, but who isn't? =)
luvs, ~Lynx