Well I'm dead... Here's how it began...
I was going through my Pinterest alerts on my email. Somebody had responded to my comment on a pin that I had commented on forever ago. The pin was about Jon Cozart (great youtuber)(watch him).
So then I went to youtube and watched some Jon Cozart stuff. But while browsing through the list of suggested videos, I found an old "Teens React" vid.
So then I watched some React videos. But then on the list of suggested videos was a thing called "Tyler Oakley reacts to Teens React to Tyler Oakley"..... So I clicked it...
Then I watched some other Tyler Oakley stuff. But then he had a collab with Connor Franta.
Ladies and gents lemme just say: Connor. Franta.
Needless to say, I watched tons of his videos.
That was all over the span of two nights.
The next day, my mom and I were watching Muppet Treasure Island. I wanted to know who Jim Hawkins really is (because I'm a writer and I need human faces for characters). So I looked him up, and decided to get some other faces while I was at it.
First I looked up a list of American child actors.
Then I looked up a list of British child actors (because I love Great Britain).
This is the moment that I discovered the beauty that is Asa Maxwell Thornton Farr Butterfield.
So that night I watched interviews so I could hear his voice, and looked up pictures..
"For research and faces" I told myself. "For research and nothing more."
Dang was I mistaken.
Little did I know I would stay up til 6am reading fanfics.
That night was last night. I still haven't finished the fic I was in the middle of (don't judge)(it's long). Last night I never went to sleep. I stayed up all night long in an attempt to finish it.
I slept a little from 10 to 11 am... but I have been awake now since 6pm yesterday.
Yeah. 6pm.
Because for the last week, besides watching Jon Cozart and Tyler Oakley and Connor Franta, I've been trying to finish the longest ever Sherlolly fanfiction. "The Full House". If you get me, you get me. The feels man. The feels. Days and days of going to sleep at 6am.
So that's why I slept all day yesterday.
But today, in an attempt to re-align my sleep patterns, I pulled my first ever true all-nighter.
And, in my opinion, it was totally worth it.
But now I'm left with the carnage of being obsessed with Asa Butterfield...
I mean how can I not?
I'm an innocent fangirl who loves everything British and who loves guys with dark hair and pretty eyes. Asa is practically my perfect weakness. He's a year older than me (which totally eggs my stupid fangirl-brain on), and he's doing things I want to be doing with myself...
Acting.
He's an actor. Asa portrayed the main roles in The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas, Hugo, and Ender's Game (just to name a few).
So that gives my stupid fangirl-brain more leeway to make mental fantasies about meeting him. Because the two things I want to do most as of now are acting and writing. It's a stupid dream of mine to become a writer, and work at BBC...
But I know it'll never happen...
So guy's I'm so dead... Not just because I'm flippity flop tired. But also because I've added a brand new obsession to my list. And frankly I'm not dealing with it very well...
But I'll just deal with it the best way my stupid fangirl-brain can:
Not at all.
Friday, January 2, 2015
Thursday, June 26, 2014
An East Wind: A Sherlock poem by Robyne Amendson
So in His Last Vow, Sherlock and Mycroft mention "the East Wind". A story that Mycroft used to tell Sherlock. The East Wind was the bringer of death. At the very end (just after Mo's "Did you miss me?" bit), John says, "There's an East Wind coming". That line. THAT LINE alone inspired me to write this. It just sort of happened. So here we go :D
An East Wind is coming soon.
She has hunger, thirst, and might.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
The men who hear the demon's call,
They are the men She finds.
She causes them to trip and fall.
She burns their hearts and minds.
An East Wind is coming soon.
She has hunger, thirst, and might.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
To foolish men Her gift is death,
Eternal pain, and strife.
To worthy men, She gives her breath.
She gives them hope and life.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From darkness She brings light.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
The men who hear Her lonely song
To Her those men are dear.
She fills their hearts, and makes them strong,
So they may never fear.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From darkness She brings light.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
The foolish men and worthy men
To Her are near the same.
They both find joy, but now and then,
They feel their burning shame.
She told me once, She does not love,
And prefers to be alone.
She watches us from high above,
With a heart as cold as stone.
An East Wind is coming soon.
She has hunger, thirst, and might.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
An East Wind is coming soon.
She has hunger, thirst, and might.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
The men who hear the demon's call,
They are the men She finds.
She causes them to trip and fall.
She burns their hearts and minds.
An East Wind is coming soon.
She has hunger, thirst, and might.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
To foolish men Her gift is death,
Eternal pain, and strife.
To worthy men, She gives her breath.
She gives them hope and life.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From darkness She brings light.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
The men who hear Her lonely song
To Her those men are dear.
She fills their hearts, and makes them strong,
So they may never fear.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From darkness She brings light.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
The foolish men and worthy men
To Her are near the same.
They both find joy, but now and then,
They feel their burning shame.
She told me once, She does not love,
And prefers to be alone.
She watches us from high above,
With a heart as cold as stone.
An East Wind is coming soon.
She has hunger, thirst, and might.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.
FrozenLock
Wrote this. Yay.
Let it go + Sherlock = This thing.... enjoy? :P
The rabbit glows blue. Not a thing to do,
Nor a decent case to be seen.
A Palace of isolation.
And it looks like I'm the king.
The hearth is burning like the flaming fire inside.
Couldn't keep it in. But I've never really tried.
Don't let them in. Don't let them see.
Be the Sociopath you're meant to be.
Conceal. Don't feel.
'Cause I'm not weak.
And I'm not a freak!
Let it go! Let it go!
Can't hold it back anymore!
Let it go! Let it go!
Turn away and slam the door!
I don't care what they're going to say.
Let the storm surge on.
Alone never bothered me anyway.
It's funny how intelligence makes everyone seem small.
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all.
It's time to see what my mind can do.
To test its limits and break through.
No right. No wrong. No rules for me.
I'm free.
Let it go! Let it go!
I am one with the thoughts I find.
Let it go! Let it go!
They'll never understand my mind.
Here I stand. And here I'll stay.
Let my mind surge on...
Deductions flurry through the air into the ground.
My mind works like a clock; Its wheels keep turning round and round.
And some thoughts burn inside just like a fiery blast!
I'm never going back. The past is in the past!
Let it go! Let it go!
I'll return to Baker Street.
Let it go! Let it go!
They'll never understand me.
Here I stand in the greatest case!
Let my mind rage on!
Alone never bothered me anyway.
Let it go + Sherlock = This thing.... enjoy? :P
The rabbit glows blue. Not a thing to do,
Nor a decent case to be seen.
A Palace of isolation.
And it looks like I'm the king.
The hearth is burning like the flaming fire inside.
Couldn't keep it in. But I've never really tried.
Don't let them in. Don't let them see.
Be the Sociopath you're meant to be.
Conceal. Don't feel.
'Cause I'm not weak.
And I'm not a freak!
Let it go! Let it go!
Can't hold it back anymore!
Let it go! Let it go!
Turn away and slam the door!
I don't care what they're going to say.
Let the storm surge on.
Alone never bothered me anyway.
It's funny how intelligence makes everyone seem small.
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all.
It's time to see what my mind can do.
To test its limits and break through.
No right. No wrong. No rules for me.
I'm free.
Let it go! Let it go!
I am one with the thoughts I find.
Let it go! Let it go!
They'll never understand my mind.
Here I stand. And here I'll stay.
Let my mind surge on...
Deductions flurry through the air into the ground.
My mind works like a clock; Its wheels keep turning round and round.
And some thoughts burn inside just like a fiery blast!
I'm never going back. The past is in the past!
Let it go! Let it go!
I'll return to Baker Street.
Let it go! Let it go!
They'll never understand me.
Here I stand in the greatest case!
Let my mind rage on!
Alone never bothered me anyway.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Cipher Stuff
Well yesterday and today I discovered the joy of Morse Code, Pigpen Cipher, the Number-grid Cipher, Bi-literary Alphabet, and another one that I couldn't find a name for :D. It's so much fun to work with codes and ciphers and such. Loving it.
I've been doing this thing with Morse Code (I've known it longer), where I snap for every dot, and clap for every dash. If you were to come to my house, you'd see me randomly clapping and snapping happily by myself :P.
Anyway, try codes! It's been super fun so far, and I just found a few more (basically all the ones up there ^ that aren't morse)! So yeah. Go do some cipher stuff!
I've been doing this thing with Morse Code (I've known it longer), where I snap for every dot, and clap for every dash. If you were to come to my house, you'd see me randomly clapping and snapping happily by myself :P.
Anyway, try codes! It's been super fun so far, and I just found a few more (basically all the ones up there ^ that aren't morse)! So yeah. Go do some cipher stuff!
Friday, June 13, 2014
Words
It was my birthday, and I got Lindsey Stirling cds. I was listening to one of her BRILLIANT songs, and I just thought of words. Here they are.
My soul and body cannot resist the sweet melody. I hold them back. But it is all in vain. The music lures me in like the Great Siren. My heart pounds. And I stand, almost unwillingly...
Then I dance as though I have never danced before....
.......... and never will again.
My soul and body cannot resist the sweet melody. I hold them back. But it is all in vain. The music lures me in like the Great Siren. My heart pounds. And I stand, almost unwillingly...
Then I dance as though I have never danced before....
.......... and never will again.
Sherlock Fanfic #1
This is one of my earlier ones. It's basically a short story demonstrating Sherlock and John's friendship. I'm not super proud of it, but it exists.
Sherlock and John were at 221B Baker Street, waiting for contact from Scotland Yard. They were beginning to lose hope, when Detective Inspector Lestrade burst through the door, announcing:
"They're on the move."
John and Sherlock lept up, grabbed coats and scarves and jackets, and rushed out to follow Lestrade.
It was raining hard when they left the flat and got into the police car.
After getting in the car, Sherlock said, "Are you sure it's them? Where were they last seen?"
Greg Lestrade looked back at Sherlock and answered, "Yes. It's them. They were seen driving towards Birmingham."
"Birmingham?" asked John. "Why Birmingham?"
"We suspect they have some sort of base there." was Lestrade's answer.
As they drove through the torrent of rain, John said, "I thought that the Black Lotus broke up after its leader was mysteriously killed."
"We did, too." said Sally Donovan, who was driving. "But they're back. What do you think, freak?"
Sherlock mumbled his hypothesis. "The woman from the museum... Her brother doubtless began leadership."
"Well," Lestrade began, "it's either that he's done a poor job of leading, or that the rest have done a poor job of following."
"Why do you say that?" John asked.
"Because this is the third chase we've had with the Black Lotus this week." answered Sally.
On they drove, passing mile-mark after mile-mark. Until they passed a large sign that read: Birmingham- .5 miles ahead. The police car turned onto the exit. Upon entering the main city of Birmingham, the party in the car saw ahead of them a small Chinese shop.
"That must be the 'sort of base' you mentioned, Geoffry." stated Sherlock.
"Pull over, Donovan." said Greg. "Prepare to make an arrest."
Their car, followed by other police cars, pulled to the side of the road and parked. As officers surrounded the shop, Sherlock strode into it, closely followed by John, Lestrade, and Sally.
"Police!" announced the Detective Inspector. "Did a large group of people come through here?"
The oriental woman behind the desk knew who they were referring to, and answered, "Yes... But they left out back."
Sherlock and John took a gun each from nearby policemen, then walked past the woman to the back of the little shop. There was nothing and no one there. Sherlock bent down to examine the ground.
"Motorbikes." observed Sherlock.
"It would be impossible to track them." said John.
Sherlock stood quickly, then stormed into the building. John followed confusedly, yet cautiously. For he knew that interfering with Sherlock's temperaments was a dangerous thing, indeed.
After entering the shop, the two walked quickly thought the main area, where Lestrade and his men were.
"We're too late." muttered Sherlock, as he and John passed the group, and returned the weapons.
Lestrade, having not heard, said, "Excuse me?"
Sherlock Holmes turned suddenly and shouted, "WE'RE TOO LATE!"
At this, everybody in the shop turned to see what had caused the commotion. Even John, who was relatively used to such outbursts from his flatmate, wasn't prepared for the loud roar.
"We're too late." Sherlock said again, in a subdued tone. He then went to his usual pout. "Motorbikes, Gavin! Motorbikes!" said he. "It's impossible to track motorbikes. You know that!" Sherlock paced about the room.
Lestrade tried to calm Sherlock down. "It's okay, Sherlock. We'll call you if we see them again."
"OKAY?!" Sherlock blared. "It's NOT okay!!"
Everybody looked confusedly at him.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand, anyway..." finished Sherlock, as he pushed past everyone to get outside.
"...And... He's gonna leave." said John. "What he means is that we haven't had a case for two weeks. This was his only lead, and a big opportunity. Now he has to wait longer." John started to the door, but turned and added, "Sherlock's just a very impatient man." He then turned back, and ran out to catch up with his friend.
Sherlock had been just outside, and had heard John's explanation. "John understands..." thought he. Sherlock faced the street as John came out of the Chinese shop. Not turning, Sherlock spoke to John. "The rain is letting up." he pointed out.
"Yep. It looks like it." replied John.
For a minute or two, neither Sherlock nor John said anything; but stood side-by-side, facing the street.
Sherlock finally spoke up, and said, "Thank you, John."
John smiled as he replied simply, "You're my best friend. I may not understand your mind, Sherlock. But I do understand human emotions. You forget, I'm a doctor."
"Mycroft once told me that caring isn't an advantage." Sherlock said, as he hailed a cab for himself and John.
John laughed as they entered the cab. "Ha! What does Mycroft know?"
Sherlock and John were at 221B Baker Street, waiting for contact from Scotland Yard. They were beginning to lose hope, when Detective Inspector Lestrade burst through the door, announcing:
"They're on the move."
John and Sherlock lept up, grabbed coats and scarves and jackets, and rushed out to follow Lestrade.
It was raining hard when they left the flat and got into the police car.
After getting in the car, Sherlock said, "Are you sure it's them? Where were they last seen?"
Greg Lestrade looked back at Sherlock and answered, "Yes. It's them. They were seen driving towards Birmingham."
"Birmingham?" asked John. "Why Birmingham?"
"We suspect they have some sort of base there." was Lestrade's answer.
As they drove through the torrent of rain, John said, "I thought that the Black Lotus broke up after its leader was mysteriously killed."
"We did, too." said Sally Donovan, who was driving. "But they're back. What do you think, freak?"
Sherlock mumbled his hypothesis. "The woman from the museum... Her brother doubtless began leadership."
"Well," Lestrade began, "it's either that he's done a poor job of leading, or that the rest have done a poor job of following."
"Why do you say that?" John asked.
"Because this is the third chase we've had with the Black Lotus this week." answered Sally.
On they drove, passing mile-mark after mile-mark. Until they passed a large sign that read: Birmingham- .5 miles ahead. The police car turned onto the exit. Upon entering the main city of Birmingham, the party in the car saw ahead of them a small Chinese shop.
"That must be the 'sort of base' you mentioned, Geoffry." stated Sherlock.
"Pull over, Donovan." said Greg. "Prepare to make an arrest."
Their car, followed by other police cars, pulled to the side of the road and parked. As officers surrounded the shop, Sherlock strode into it, closely followed by John, Lestrade, and Sally.
"Police!" announced the Detective Inspector. "Did a large group of people come through here?"
The oriental woman behind the desk knew who they were referring to, and answered, "Yes... But they left out back."
Sherlock and John took a gun each from nearby policemen, then walked past the woman to the back of the little shop. There was nothing and no one there. Sherlock bent down to examine the ground.
"Motorbikes." observed Sherlock.
"It would be impossible to track them." said John.
Sherlock stood quickly, then stormed into the building. John followed confusedly, yet cautiously. For he knew that interfering with Sherlock's temperaments was a dangerous thing, indeed.
After entering the shop, the two walked quickly thought the main area, where Lestrade and his men were.
"We're too late." muttered Sherlock, as he and John passed the group, and returned the weapons.
Lestrade, having not heard, said, "Excuse me?"
Sherlock Holmes turned suddenly and shouted, "WE'RE TOO LATE!"
At this, everybody in the shop turned to see what had caused the commotion. Even John, who was relatively used to such outbursts from his flatmate, wasn't prepared for the loud roar.
"We're too late." Sherlock said again, in a subdued tone. He then went to his usual pout. "Motorbikes, Gavin! Motorbikes!" said he. "It's impossible to track motorbikes. You know that!" Sherlock paced about the room.
Lestrade tried to calm Sherlock down. "It's okay, Sherlock. We'll call you if we see them again."
"OKAY?!" Sherlock blared. "It's NOT okay!!"
Everybody looked confusedly at him.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand, anyway..." finished Sherlock, as he pushed past everyone to get outside.
"...And... He's gonna leave." said John. "What he means is that we haven't had a case for two weeks. This was his only lead, and a big opportunity. Now he has to wait longer." John started to the door, but turned and added, "Sherlock's just a very impatient man." He then turned back, and ran out to catch up with his friend.
Sherlock had been just outside, and had heard John's explanation. "John understands..." thought he. Sherlock faced the street as John came out of the Chinese shop. Not turning, Sherlock spoke to John. "The rain is letting up." he pointed out.
"Yep. It looks like it." replied John.
For a minute or two, neither Sherlock nor John said anything; but stood side-by-side, facing the street.
Sherlock finally spoke up, and said, "Thank you, John."
John smiled as he replied simply, "You're my best friend. I may not understand your mind, Sherlock. But I do understand human emotions. You forget, I'm a doctor."
"Mycroft once told me that caring isn't an advantage." Sherlock said, as he hailed a cab for himself and John.
John laughed as they entered the cab. "Ha! What does Mycroft know?"
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Hello there
Well hello universe! I must say that I don't usually use capitalization, so this is special for you guys. I'm just a fangirl from the United States, but my heart really does belong in Great Britain. I love BBC stuff with a passion.
I like to write fanfictions. Mainly Sherlock and Doctor Who. I'll probably post them.
Basically this is just a thing to do with myself for the summer! I hope it doesn't absorb my time, so that I can stay focused on truly important things. But here we go, I s'pose!!
I like to write fanfictions. Mainly Sherlock and Doctor Who. I'll probably post them.
Basically this is just a thing to do with myself for the summer! I hope it doesn't absorb my time, so that I can stay focused on truly important things. But here we go, I s'pose!!
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