I'm back !!!

Guess who's alive!! Wow it's been a long, long time since I posted anything. So first let me just say Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/Whatever The Hell You Celebrate in December, HAPPY 2016, Happy Valentine's Day, and um I can't think of any other holidays that have passed. SO, now that that's out of the way, on to other life matters and such.
     My friend over at www.whythinks.blogspot.com has been bugging me for months to make a new blog post, so Heather, this is for you. But, so much time has passed and so much stuff has happened that I'm kind of at a loss for what to say. What have I done in the last five months (!!!!!!!!!!!!!) since I posted, you ask? Well, I've written a lot of terrible fanfic, gotten added to a group chat where I made some pretty cool new friends, been voted most school spirit at a school I don't even go to (they gave it to someone with my name who does go there but everyone she talked to said they were talking about me when they voted), rolled around distressedly in Melbourne Park, written some emo ass poetry, and won first in the silver division at a volleyball tournament (but not necessarily all in that order). It's been a pretty wild ride...(sarcasm)
     oH YEAH AND I ALSO WENT TO A FALL OUT BOY CONCERt which was super incredible and amazing and they are my smol sons I love them so much I'm cri.
     I've also had to suffer through more school which sucks but hey that's really close to being done and once it is I'll actually get to see my friends more than once a month so I'm very excited about that.

     Anyway I don't have a terribly interesting story to tell today, so sorry about that, but I figured a post was waaaayyyyy overdue. I swear I'll post more often. I swear on my Kevin Hart.

kthxbye <3

Sad fanfic to celebrate Halloween

HEY GUYS so to celebrate this awesome holiday, it's only logical to write/read heart wrenching fanfiction right? Well that's what I'm doing, and those of you potterheads who read this (lol no one reads this) you'll understand why tomorrow is so sad. So here's a terrible Jily AU one shot :))))).

“Lily, it’s him! It’s him, take Harry and go!” Lily’s breath caught in her throat. It’s him. She knew that could only mean one person, one thing: Voldemort. She was upstairs, wand-less, with nothing to protect her. She did have one thing however. She had Harry, and she clung to him, both physically, and mentally, in her mind, clinging to the knowledge that somehow she would save her son. She had to. It came to her then, as clear as anything, obviously she would have to disparate. She ran through a list of safe places in her mind and knew there was only one place she could go. So she held on tight to Harry, imagined the Hogwarts grounds, and turned into midair. As her body fell through space and began to land miles away, she heard a scream, and a thump as the love of her life’s dead body hit their living room floor. Stifling a sob, she ran as fast as she could towards Hagrid’s hut, knowing he would be able to contact Dumbledore. She soon reached the door, panting, and knocked urgently. Harry was crying in her arms and she tried to console him as she struggled for breath. In only a moment, she heard Fang’s howls and a familiar “Be righ’ there!” In no time at all, Hagrid was standing at the door, staring in horror at a disheveled Lily and sobbing Harry. He stepped aside and she ran in. She just managed to choke out the words she whispered, “Voldemort came. He...James is…” before collapsing into a nearby chair. 

     Exactly ten minutes later, Lily was sitting in Dumbledore’s office explaining to him the best she could what happened. 

     “It was Voldemort, he came, and James...he, he tried to hold him off, he did, but…” She couldn’t. She just couldn’t bring herself to say it, to say that James was dead. She refused to believe it. If she didn’t say it, didn’t believe, didn’t acknowledge it, maybe it wouldn’t be true. Maybe this would all be some twisted dream. She dared to hope so. Dumbledore looked down her long nose at her, and she saw tears glistening in the corners of his usually cheerful eyes.

     “I’m so sorry, Lily,” He said softly. She nodded, hanging her head forward and letting her hair fall into her face. “You will, of course, stay at Hogwarts for as long as you desire,” He said. She looked up, reigning in her tears enough to mumble a soft “thank you.”

     “Of course, my dear, of course,” he said, standing up slowly. “If you will,’ he said, walking towards the door and gesturing for her to follow. She obliged, staying behind him as he guided her down the stairs out of his office. She tried to ignore the concerned whispers from the paintings as she passed by, but couldn’t help but notice some of them followed her from portrait to portrait, muttering to their original occupants. When they began to cast her sympathetic glances she knew one of the headmasters must have spread the news. She imagined the great gossip the next morning, the madness it would cause in the Great Hall and all the classes. 

     Soon, they came upon a wooden door at a landing above a flight of stairs. He opened it and gestured her inside. 

     “The castle is your home for as long as you wish,” he said, before quietly stepping out and leaving her to her room. She ran to the bed in the center of the room and set Harry down gently, then collapsed into it, burying her face in the comforter. She’d been trying desperately to regain her composure through the night but she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her sobs were being torn from her throat, racking her whole body. She sobbed and sobbed, unable to stop replaying the moment in her mind when she heard him hit the floor. When she heard the body of her dead husband fall to the ground, when she felt his death, like a hole opening up inside her. When she stopped bawling, she screamed into her sheets until her voice grew hoarse. And when that happened she went back to crying. It was a different crying this time, though. It was the crying no one ever talks about; where your shoulders shake, quietly but violently, and your mind shakes with it. Where you feel too hollow to make any noise or tears, yet you have to release the madness somehow. It was empty crying, but perhaps the most emotional kind. It was quietly heartbreaking. Lily fell asleep that night with tear stained cheeks, and shoulders still shaking. 

IT'S TIME TO GET SPOOKY

So.

Halloween.

The one time of the year where is it (for the most part) safe and normal to take candy from strangers, and in turn, to give out candy to strangers.
That's pretty awesome.
It is one of my favorite parts of existing, actually.
However, this year I will not-I repeat I WILL NOT
be trick-or-treating.
And no it's not because I think I'm too old or too cool or whatever-I'll be too old when I'm in my twenties, and maybe not even then. I'll be too cool when I'm NEVER!
So why, you beg, why, why, WHY am I not trick-or-treating?
I shall indulge your wishes and answer you this query.
ITS BECAUSE IM GOING TO A TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT ON HALLOWEEN AND OMG ITS IN TWO DAYS IVE HAD TICKETS SINCE LAST NOVEMBER AND IM SO EXCITED AND I CANT BELIEVE IT IM ACTUALLY GONNA SEE MY QUEEN PERFORM LIVE AND IM SO HAPPY AND IM GOING TO SOB SO MUCH AND OMGGGGGGGGGGG.

Yeah.


So this year's Halloween is not so much a celebration of free candy as it is of Tay Swizzle.

Tales of a creeper

I'm officially very creepy.

Our story begins last night at Youth Group. I was sitting in one of the bench thingys, and I looked a few seats to my left to see-//drumroll pls & thx// a hot boy. Whoop. Ok no but like he was actually really really attractive, which is extremely, depressingly, rare in middle school boys. So naturally, I introduced myself like a person, hoping to be friends stared relentlessly at him. And then this is the part that redeems me I TOOK MY PHONE OUT AND STARTED TAKING PICTURES OF HIS FACE WITHOUT HIM KNOWING. Oh, I know, I'm awful. Thankfully, he didn't see me doing that. However, he did catch me staring at him a few times, to which I smiled normally and slowly looked away  dramatically, and shamefully noticeably, whipped my head to look on the other side. Because nothing says "I definitely wasn't staring at you" like turning away as quickly as you can and flapping your hands wildly. Ugh, whatever, I wasn't about to not stare at him.

I then proceeded to take pictures of him as we walked out of the building, but I didn't really get a good picture of him face, which is disappointing, but eh.

Anyway, that's the story of me being a decidedly creepy creep.

See you later internet.

no h8 m8, see u l8r, r8 8/8

And one more thing

For anyone who needs advice about how to survive a really boring class, just write some fluffy romance fanfiction about your friend and her crush who is literally 3 seats away from you. Or you could just write headcannons about your ships. Because obviously Steve Rogers showing Bucky Barnes how a popcorn machine works is waaaaaaay more important that whatever your math teacher's going on about lol.

Ahhhhh school

Wow, ok it's been like 25 million years since I posted. The last time I posted, dinosaurs were alive. The last time I posted, America wasn't even a concept. The last time I posted, the Sherlock fandom was slightly sane-ok that last one's a bit of an exaggeration. But I realize that it's been forever, and I'm sorry. But this time, I actually have a good and proper excuse. School.

Yup, that's right, for the last almost three weeks, I've been having to endure a special hell reserved for children and teenagers known as "School". (It actually hasn't been that bad for me-not yet at least) Now, this year, the phenomenon known as "Going Back To School" was especially terrifying for me, as I had spent the last two years doing Virtual School, which meant that all my classes were online. Needless to say, having to now go to a real school, with actual other people, actual teachers who might hate me/be incompetent, an actual schedule I have to follow, seven whole classes to navigate and figure out and get used to sitting through, ugh it was horrible. I was so nervous on the first day I was literally shaking.

I quickly realized, however, that even though there is a plethora of idiots, and some annoying teachers, and some horrifically boring subjects, there are a few nice people whom I get along with, and a few teachers who seem to actually know what they're doing. So that's reassuring.

So far the worst part about my entire school day has been waking up, and I don't even have to get up early. whiCH LEADS ME TO ANOTHER RANT!

For some stupid reason, some absolute spork (Yes I am using the name of a decidedly stupid eating utensil as an insult) decided that it would be a good idea for middle schools to start at 9:30. Now, you're probably going "Heather, why would you possibly be complaining? Isn't it great that you don't have to wake up for school insanely early?" It is. What's not great about it, though, is that we still have to be there for 6 hours and 45 minutes. Which means we don't get out until 4:15. Which is WAY TOO FREAKING LATE TO GET OUT OF SCHOOL OMG

Seriously it's ridiculous and annoying and horrible and I don't like it, and I would much much much much rather have to wake up at like 7:30 and get out at 2 because that just seems a lot more reasonable.

As for my teachers, I like them alright, they seem like they'll be ok teachers, if not wonderful people. Not that they like, murder people or anything, just that they're all a little weird. But anyway.

So yeah, I'm sorry that I haven't posted in 50 billion decades, I'll try to post more, I probably won't post a whole lot, because while I'm not in the hellhole :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) I have to do homework. Come to think of it, I'm avoiding homework right now. Whoops. But I will try.

See you later internet.

Go Fund Me, Holy Trinity, novels, and other connected affairs

Ladedadeda I have some words to say.

So I'm in a bit of a predicament at the moment, because I want to go to a certain school in the worst way, but tuition there costs around $12,000 a year, and unfortunately my family can't afford to pay $12,000 for something I could get from public school. So, I've committed myself to coming up with the money on my own this year. 12,000 dollars is a lot for a teenager, I know. I will be doing various things to raise this money, and one of them is by using GoFundMe. You can find my account here. Seriously, any and all donations, no matter how small, are suuuuuper appreciated. Or any sort of publicity for it. Seriously. You give my $5 and I'll love you forever.

Something else I'm doing to try to make money this year is through some books that I'm currently working on. I haven't published any yet, but one's a book of poetry that's close to being done and the other is a novel currently in the planning stages. I'll update you guys with info about those as soon as they're done.

One more thing. If anyone has advice for me on how to raise money (without having an actual job, obviously, because that's considered child labor and is frowned upon in most societies), I would really appreciate hearing your suggestions.

(Insert clever, concise, perfect wrap up to my rambling trainwreck of a post)(Upon closer inspection of this post, I have realized that it was indeed, far less trainwreck-ish and rambling than the majority of my posts thus far)  
Bye bye <3

Paper Towns

OK SO I SAW PAPER TOWNS TWO DAYS AGO AND IVE BEEN GATHERING MY THOUGHTS AND I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT IT LIKE A LOT SO LETS HOPE THIS ISN'T A MILLION PAGES LONG

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD. NOT HUGE SPOILERS BUT ENOUGH TO BE IMPORTANT.

The short review: It was really good.

And now...

The long review: Alright so the beginning of it was wonderful, it stayed very true to the book. It made me feel all the emotions that the book did, and set up the plot line and characters very well. There were a couple book-to-movie discrepancies later on in the movie, but they were small, relatively unimportant differences. The road trip was portrayed quite well. The only change that really made me upset was at the end, the scene where Q found Margo. It was supposed to take place in the little farmhouse type place she was living in. The dialogue and atmosphere of the scene was completely different. There were a lot of ideas and metaphors that emerged in that scene in the book, but that weren't there in the movie. I feel like a lot of the complexities and intricacies of the book weren't included in the movie. The ending was good and pretty true to the book. Overall, it was brilliant. The characters were portrayed well and the plot was great and made sense even without having read the book. It was funny and sad and emotional and cute and weird and a perfect blend of emotions.

In conclusion, you should probably go watch Paper Towns. It's a really great movie. And then read the book. That's more important. Books.

Also!

Also in my last post I forgot to say something about the fact that everyone can now get married in every state. So yeah, that was pretty awesome. I mean, it's about time. And it still frustrates me that there was even a law against same sex marriage in the first place, but hey, we're making progress. Whoop whoop!!

Updates and I'm reALLY SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN 50 MILLION YEARS

Hi!
Ok I realize I haven't posted in about a month and that that's a long time. But I have reasons. Allow me to disclose them for you now
•Stuff hasn't really been happening in my life. Nothing interesting to blog about anyway.

That's it, that's the reason. Did I imply that there were than one? Whoops. That was a big fat lie. Yeah I've just been having a relatively boring life recently. Although my best friend just came down from Oklahoma which is suuuuuuper exciting cause I don't get to see her often. Let's see, what else has been happening...

•I ordered two novelizations of Avenger's comic books and they came today and I caNNOT WAIT TO READ THEM
•I read lots of painful Harry Potter headcannons and my love for Sirius subsequently strengthened
•I got 3 and a half hours of sleep and then waterskiied the next morning
•I got a new poster thing from Books A Million that's turquoise and vintage looking with a purple hat that says "we're all mad here" and I really love it a lot
•I discovered that I don't hate the word "Lover" as much as I used to
•I've been hardcore internet stalking my friend's friend who got annoyed when I texted him obsessively every minute of the day (I know, I don't get it either)
Andddddddd
•I felt bad about not posting anything on here
So thanks guys. I have literally 2 regular readers (that I know of...) and I felt guilty for not posting. And one of them I've seen dozens of times since the last post!! Www.whythinks.blogspot.com go read her blog it's great

Annnyyyywwwaaaayyyyyy
I hope you've been surviving without my unhelpful (but honestly pretty entertaining) posts. I promise to post sooner next time. Maybe I'll share some headcannons or fanfic with you soon. yAy! :D

-A purple alien monster who's only here to help