My Shipper Heart Is Full Of Rainbows And Hope

Shaw x Root. Of love.
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***SPOILERS FOR PERSON OF INTEREST 1/6/2015***

As of last night, Shaw x Root hath become canon.

And I'm kinda freaking out about it.

I've never had a ship that's become canon before. It's a brave new world. A world full of hope and rainbows. Mostly the rainbows.

Of course, I've shipped canon ships, Sheldon and Amy for example. But I've never shipped something from its fledgling state unto existence before.

I'm all bubbly and happy inside. And I don't know why. It's not my OTP, more like the kind of ship one ships whilst watching the show, and then doesn't really think about for a week. But I can't help it. Maybe it's because it gives me hope for other ships. Maybe it's because they're adorable together. Maybe it's because I Googled them and like all my Google searches I ended up looking at harp seals.

I don't know. I just know I'm full of rainbows and hope. Also, if they kill off Shaw I will be writing a letter. That letter will be something along the lines off, "WHY MUST YOU HURT ME SO? *strong letter to follow*", but it shall be a letter. And it will probably be written in my tears. Or ink depending on how I feel.

One of the things that is coming up this year is guest blogging! I'm very excited at the prospect, so if you or someone you know would be interested, do tell me in the comments.

Chuck Appreciation Post #ChuckRidesAgain

***SPOILERS FOR SUPERNATURAL'S 200th EP***

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If you live in or near the southeast, I would like to apologize for all the manic laughter and "I KNEW IT!"'s you likely heard during the past half hour. That was me. Sorry.

By the by, I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT.

I never wanted to believe Chuck was gone.

Were there doubters? Yes. People saying he had to be dead because of Kevin? Yes. Did I ever lose hope? Yes. That was about 15 minutes after they said he died. But then I did what I do best: hope, deny, and come up with elaborately unreal ways that what I wanted could have happened.

Who wants to carve this into the side of a church? No takers? Really?
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And look where I am now. Full of Chuck. This is what happens when you hope, children.

I love Chuck. He's so... Chuck. There aren't words. I am nominating him for the role of Patron Saint Of People Who Sit Around In Their Underwear All Day While They Write.  As there is a Patron Saint of Bathroom Breaks, I think it's reasonable. As I don't know the pope and am not Catholic, this may take a while. So, if you know the pope and/or are Catholic, drop him an e-mail for me, would ya? Thanks sweets. I might be the only one to ever... What do you even do with saints? Shine the saint signal? Saint dance?

I digress.

Chuck is fantastic. For many reasons. One of which is that he followed his passion/the voices in his head. Even when the publisher dropped him, he continued.

With some people, they write because they want to. With others *cough* me and Chuck *cough* we write because we need to. It's a need. Not a fleeting desire. I will always write. And so will Chuck. And that is one of the many reason why I love him. Viva la Chuck. See you soon, boo.

No Post Today, Fanlings.

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Yesterday, my grandfather died. As you can imagine, I don't really feel like writing. Sorry.

Formidulosus Sundays: Demon!Dean

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Formidulosus Sundays are about the scariest stuff in the Fandoms. Not only the things that give us nightmares, but the things that shake us to our very core. The things that make our skin crawl.

The Deanmon scares me. He really does. One of the few things that the Fandom had to lay our weary heads to rest upon was that Dean and Sammy would be OK.  No matter what happened, they would be together and they would help each other. Their brotherly love would stand the test of time.

One of the defining things about Dean is that he takes care of Sam. That was and is his job. That's the responsibility that was thrust upon him the second he carried baby Sammy out of the flames. And a responsibility that was reaffirmed when he carried him out of the flaming dorm room away from Jess.

Now Dean isn't taking care of Sammy.

He's not the Dean we know and love.

He likes the disease.

I've seen a lot of people freaking over the Crowley/Dean-Bitch/Jerk thing. I think the writers did that to show that this is Dean. This is the bowlegged, green-eyed, plaid-clad hunter we've always loved. But even though it's Dean, it's a perversion of him.

His knee jerk reactions might be the same, but Bitch/Jerk-ing has lost the innocence that it had with Sam.

I think that's how the Demon!Dean is gonna be. He'll be the same, but less innocent, for lack of a better word. We've seen the bad things Dean has done whilst trying to save the world: what will it be like if he's actively trying to hurt it? 

It scares me.

I do not like the disease.

Top Ten: Tara And Willow Fan-Art

First things first: The winner of the giveaway is... Music+Writing=Life! Yay for you! I've left the details on your comment on the Giveaway post.

Second things second: I pulled something in my back whilst putting on my bra this morning. I heard a popping noise and then pain, so, yeah. It hurts to move my body. If the post stops in the middle, it's because I'm on the floor crying. Just so you know.

Third things third: I can count and I know this is only seven pictures. I feel very badly about that, but I couldn't find any more I liked. I wanted one with pregnant Tara and Willow, but I couldn't find one. So here's your opportunity to nominate your fav for the top ten!

7.

Best song in the whole ep, IMHO.
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6.

Awwwww! *squee*
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5.

I JUST WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY. BAD JOSS.
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4.

A love like no other.
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3.

*snuggles up in blanket because they're so cute*
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2.

I can't--
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1.

Always yours.
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I found the last one just as Coldplay's "Fix You" started playing. I strongly suggest the sweet fan-art + sad love songs thing if you need to have a good cry. MY FEELINGS. I'm floating away in the tears my heart is crying. 

"Goodbye, Fanlings!" she said as she drifted away on a raft made of feels.

My Feels Through GIFS: Florida is Eating Everyone I Love

*I talk about Florida in this post. And how much I dislike it. I still love my Fanlings from the molten pot of weird, just not where they live.*

Enter the Giveaway before it's too late! Going... Going...

SO. Florida (FL) is eating everyone I love. Really. I'm having emotions and feelings and FL is just like:

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Let me explain. I hate the heat. Like the world is all:

Gag.
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And I'm like:

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We--me and the heat--have an agreement: I don't get it its way, and it stays away from me. And then in the winter, I'm all:

So, as you can imagine, FL is like the hottest hot place this side of the pit as far as I'm concerned. But it doesn't have Mark Pellegrino, so in a way it's worse.

Sometime before the end of the week my BFF is moving to FL. One month after the library's YA director moved there. And about 9 months after my OBF almost moved there.

GOOD DAY TO YOU, FL. I SAID GOOD DAY!
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I'm harboring some unresolved hate for FL. Not that FL has ever done anything to me; it just enjoys eating the people I love. So FL, I ask you this:

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and I bring you this:

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NEVER LIKED YOUR DELICIOUS ORANGES ANYWAY.

"The Fault In Our Stars" Movie Review

This review contains spoilers.

If you wish to stay spoiler free, do not pass happy Hazel and Gus.

So, turn back now.

Really.

Like now.

WEEeeeEEEeeoooOOOOOOoWEEEEeeeEeEEeOOOOOOoooOO!!!!

*AHOOGA AHOOGA*

All right-y then. 

(Pic from here, hearts by... Google just kinda puffed it there)

I'm starting the review now, okay? Okay.

Going in to the movie, I was expecting not to like it. I figured that with Baby-face (aka Ansel) playing Augustus, and the famous chick of the hour (aka Shailene) playing Hazel, it couldn't do my favorite book justice.

What do you fear more Gus? Oblivion, or nap time?
He can NOT believe I just said that.
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Well.

I will admit the book made me cry more. They hit all the important stuff in the movie and kept a good amount of the lines from the book:
"Okay? Okay."
"I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend."
"My eyes are good. They're not in my head is the only problem."

I still stand by my feelings regarding Baby-face. That being said, his face radiates youth and health, making finding out about his illness more of a shock.

Shailene did a great job as Hazel.


Both Phillip (the oxygen machine) and Isaac (the blind bestie) had bigger roles in the book.

They dealt with the texting and other technology related stuff very well. *cue photo*

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When I read the book, there where little tear marks on the pages where other people had cried on it before me.

And let me say, I'm not a crier.

I go into shock, then the feels, screaming, and finally, I cry jus a wittle bit if I really sad.

On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being "my nemesis just stepped on a lego" and 10 being "my heart has been ripped out, rolled in glass and shoved down my throat/Augustus dying," whilst reading the book I was at 8 1/2. During the movie... 6.

Over all, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Any house.

It was good. I liked it. I'll probably get it on DVD. And cry. Okay? Okay.

And Lo! A Fangirl Was Born: Doctor Who

Welcome to the first installment of "And Lo! A Fangirl Was Born!" Yay. Whoo.

Let's begin with a little back story...

My Dad was a die-hard classic fan (Four was his Doctor), so when the new series came out he started watching. I, on the other hand, was content to play on the computer and ignore him. At the time I was 6-ish, so DW was a bit complicated for me. It still is.

Then, when he was watching "The Empty Child," I was... frightened, panicky, alarmed, terrified.
Pick one.

My Doctor. *sigh*
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And Daddy decided I was just flipping my lid because I didn't understand what was happening. 

So, we started watching.  

Not long after Mum joined in, and it snowballed from there. 

I didn't really hit "The Fandoms" until I started watching BBC Sherlock. 

But that, my dear Fanlings, is a story for next week. 

During my Mum and Dad's separation and later my Dad's death, Doctor Who was there. Painful and heartbreaking, but there. 

And no matter what, I'll always have Sunday morning Doctor Who watching with my Dad.

Now that I've poured my feels out, let's move along.

I have 11 T-shirts with DW stuff on 'em, the perf  Tardis blue nail polish, cookie jar, and necklace. Ten is my Doctor, and Donna is my Companion. The Weeping Angels are what nightmares have bad dreams about.

And this is the part of the post where I summarize in a witty fashion. 

I like Doctor Who, and... oranges. Sorry, not very witty today. I'm so, so sorry.

My Feels Through GIFS: The Supernatural Season 9 Finale

I've been preparing for the finale.

Really I've just been all:

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The whole week before I'd been singing, and I quote:

"CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON
THERE'LL BE NO PEACE WHEN THIS EP IS DONE
LAY MY WEARY HEAD TO REST
THEN I'LL CRY SOME MORE"

And going into it I was all:

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About 20 minutes in I was all:

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By the end I was all:

The pocket edition I see.
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And:

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And until season 10(!) comes I'll be all:

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But right now I'm still all:

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I'll do a full post when I'm a little less:

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'Cause right now I wanna find Jeremy Carver and Eric Kripke and be all:

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"How I Met Your Mother" Is Ending. So Is My Childhood.

Look how young and hopeful they are.
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(SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SEASONS 1-9)

So I'll just say it.

I don't have lots of friends.

I have two people I'd call besties.

And both of them have been made in the last three years.

 And before that I had "How I Met Your Mother" (HIMYM). I know it must seem stupid, but HIMYM was my sports. It's what I did after school. It was a constant in my life when I had a monkey-butt load of other stuff going on.
And to this day, I am a walking, living, breathing, laughing, crying, HIMYM encyclopedia.

This is hard for me to write even. I don't like endings. I'm quite Finifugal. I'll probably watch the last six minutes of the last episode on repeat for the next 27 days. As the great prophet Chuck once said:

^ Word Y'all
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"Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass."

Carter Bays is doing a awesome job of tying up all the lose ends. We find out Blah-Blah's name (BTW Carol?!?!), the slap bet ends, and the mother draws closer and closer to Ted.

When I had a bad day, Ted and Robin's will-they-won't-they relationship made my stuff seem hopeful.


When my mom and dad would fight, Marshmallow and LillyPad made it seem like there was hope for them.

When I felt ugly, Barney hitting on some dumb floosy made it seem like there was hope for anyone.

For years HIMYM was the highlight of my day. A constant no matter what.  It was there every Monday like clockwork. But it's still ending. And I'm not happy. "How I Met Your Dad" might help bandage the sucking chest wound that is HIMYM ending. But it won't be the same.
 
Now it's nearly done.

And I'm crying.

And it's just closer.