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I've sorta been lurking in the shadows for a little while, but then I saw all these introduction posts and...
Name: Sarah/Sarbear
Age: 16
Location: Australia
Other fandoms: Sanctuary, Stargate, Dark Angel, Blue Bloods, Vampire Academy
Loves: Japanese, Chocolate, writing, reading, my dogs :)
FAVORITES
Movies: Inception, Pan's Labyrinth, Center Stage, Stick It, Moulin Rouge, Romeo + Juliet
TV Shows: Fringe, Sanctuary, Stargate, Dark Angel, Farscape, Haven
Songs: Broken by Seether ft. Amy Lee, Discombobulate, Uninvited, Addicted by Kelly Clarkson, Hardest of Hearts and Howl by Florence + the Machine, Imaginary and My Immortal by Evanescence, Fringe Theme!
Bands/Singer: Evanescence, Florence + the Machine
Actors/Actresses: Amanda Tapping, Agam Darshi, Anna Torv
FRINGE
Favorite character(s): Olivia, Walter
OTP: Olivia/Peter
Other pairings: Nope!
Rec a fanwork: thefishout.livejournal.com/1082.html#cutid1 Counting is a great fic dealing with Olivia's return. I know there's a lot of those righnow, but this one is done in an interesting way with a minimum of melodrama (which is more than I can say for the stuff I've written)
Pimp one or more of your own fanworks: Here's three drabbles I kinda like: sarbear12456.livejournal.com/17535.html
What are you working on right now? Give us a teaser!: This is for the Big Bang Challenge. It's pretty rough, so I'll probably post it and redo it before I x-post, but anyway:
Massive Dynamics truly embodied it’s name. It was a massive company, with massive profits and massive influence. And Olivia was standing in the massive hallway, watching glaringly white walls run commercials, advertisements and propaganda. Every employee must have the company spirit, after all. Olivia wasn’t fooled by the façade, there was nothing other than cold-minded ambition. That was the reason, above all others, that she refused Nina’s offers. Massive Dynamic was cold, sterile, clean. Work was left on a computer in an office with massive views, and you told lies to your family because of company policy.
At the FBI, they were understaffed and underpaid and work never ended. No hour, no dinner date, was safe from a call to see a dead body. You did not have you colleagues and your family, your colleagues were your family. You all sat in a room with barely any room to breathe, then laughed about it over drinks.
What did I say, melodrama. Oh well, only 1000 more words to go.
Anything else?
This (at the moment) is my signature banner. Could anyone with even the slightest understanding of graphics make me a better one? Or is it fine as is?