Okay, Let's Talk Non-Fandom Members. (Because I just got 10 staring eyes in the Public McDonald's while reading Fanfic when I gasped pretty loudly out of nowhere)
So you guys look at us like we're crazy when we 'fangirl'(fangirl being a gender neutral term) when you'll never know (if you dont try to know):
When you get the notification on your phone (or whatever device) telling you that a new fanfic is up after you've been scrolling through Tumblr for hours
When you read the fanfic and uncontrollably smile and giggle when the source of the fandom does something cute
When you start to feel angry when one of the source start to miscommunicate and leave you on a ledge until the next update
(When you finally get you prayers to the author answered) when the source finally get together and have a well deserved moment
When you feel happy for them like you know them IRL and leave Kudos
When it says 'You already left Kudos here' and you begin to feel disgusted with the system that only let's you leave Kudos once
When you feel highly offended and read the fanfic all over again and start feeling better
When you start to count all the fanfic you consume as 'reading' (everyone else around you thinks your 'reading' too) so you get called 'nerd' or 'bookworm' from time to time but they don't know
When you start reading all the Angst and Intimate Fanfic and you thought that it was Fluff and get taken for a whirlwind
(FOR THE AUTHORS) (p.s. Thxs(:)
When you look down at your phone and smile because of your fanfic appreciating your work or the Fandom basically smothering you in support, love, and ideas when you writers block (yeah we got you authors we understand)
So join us *Join Us whispers* *in a good way* we are amazing
Update I'm here with my cousin and she didn't care because she was reading fanfic too. The More You Know.
nuestra invitación a la primer carrera que fue en el 2015. 40 niños. Los donativos se usaron para los pagos de servicios en nuestra a.c. y atención a niños con necesidades de lenguaje. Para fotos entrar a www.facebook.com/ecosland
Soomaali ahaan Jaceylka waxaa laga fahmay maalmihii ugu danbeeyey mid aan waxba kajirin lagana guul gaarin kana suulay qoysaska Soomaalida inkastoo fikradaha lagu kala duwanyahay.
Hadbaa Tilmaamaha Jaceylka waa kuwa qof waliba dhinac ka fahmayo aan bayaansho hadalkeeygee Sifaadka qofka wax jecel waxaan kusoo koobanayaa Sedex qodob oo aan u arko inuu muhiim yahay.
Alma, Jacel, Tolentino: A stream of Senate bets on Day 3
MANILA - A stream of senatorial aspirants flocked early to the Commission on Elections (Comelec) main office in Intramuros, Manila Wednesday for the third day of filing of certificates of candidacy.
Alma, Jacel, Tolentino: A stream of Senate bets on Day 3
Being away has made me think about a lot of things, and I know that I promised I’d talk to you, that I’d tell you what was going on with me but I never really did, did I? I miss you a lot. I don’t know why. You were always the two people that were most important to me, that kept me on the right track, the two people that truly cared about me and that I had no choice but to let in. I feel like I hurt you with the way I act, how cold and sarcastic I truly became, but I just can’t help it. There were always things we didn’t talk about, things that were left unsaid, topics that you were too scared to talk about and so was I.
Mom, I know you think you made a lot of mistakes, and I always felt like maybe one of them was me, maybe it was ever having children, me and Allie and Allie, I know you’re going to read this and maybe you won’t understand, maybe it’s because you always felt loved and safe or maybe it’s because you were always just as scared to me. The distance between us means I feel like I can say all of this. When I come back, in however long it takes before this trip ends and you see me face to face, and you know everything, when I’ve said all that there is left to say, please, don’t hate me. That’s what I was always afraid of. You hating me. The reason behind all the things left unsaid and maybe you liked it that way, maybe you liked knowing that I was too scared to even bring up the things you didn’t want me too.
It’s just, everything. Mostly that day. I know you don’t talk about it. I know I’m not meant to. You never said it. We all just knew. And jesus, Allie, you were there too and you never flinch, I never see you show a single emotion about it all and that scares me. I’m not going to lie, it scares me so much, to the lengths of this world, because I don’t know if it’s me or it’s you. I know that every night for what seemed like my entire childhood he beat you and I was scared, I was terrified and I used to stand in the corner and watch and Allie did too, and I know you were scared too and you didn’t think we’d remember, or that we’d see, but we always did. I know that every time he left a new cut, a new bruise, a new scar, you’d cry and eventually you just gave up trying, you gave up being the Mom that I knew, the one I loved, and you took him with you, the only Father that I’d ever known.
I didn’t know if it was still okay for me to love him, if I should care or want to know him, I didn’t know whether, at his funeral I was meant to cry or just let it pass me by. Everybody was sad, and so were you, and you wondered why I didn’t do anything— It was because I didn’t know what to do that wouldn’t be wrong, that wouldn’t hurt you because that’s the last thing I would ever want to do. Then there was always something missing in our lives, at the dinner table, at night time, on Christmas day and that happiness that we once had, it seemed to be gone.
Allie, we were just kids. I don’t know if you felt it, I don’t know if you even knew, but it was killing me, I didn’t understand, I still don’t. ‘Cause half of me will always love you both but the other half of me is torn, because I wanted a Father. I needed a Father. You took that away from me. I know he was a bad guy and he hurt you but I still loved him. Was I meant to? I don’t know.
I told you it didn’t matter, that I didn’t care, that you two were all I needed. I lied. I lied because I had to because I wanted to. Every year, every holiday, even though I told you I wouldn’t, that it didn’t mlatter, I walked to his grave and I stood there and it made me feel like a bad person, a bad person for caring, for wanting to grieve. Maybe I am a bad person.
I don’t know what I’m saying any more, and I don’t know why I’m saying it. But, that’s it. That’s all I’m going to say. I guess I’m sorry, sorry that I ever brought this whole thing up. I have so much more to say Mom, but what’s the point in saying it? I don’t even think you want to hear it.
