I'm a writer [aspiring] , I have a love for cheesy fanfiction, am over enthusiastic about movies and the people in them. I drink too much tea and stay up too late.
I'm not quite sure what you would ask but, go for it!
I'm pretty grumpy, positive that I'm related to Tywin Lannister and fairly certain I'll be famous. I'm extraordinarily shy and my ability to turn scarlet is almost superhuman. I'm freakishly attracted to chest hair. Red Bull and Vodka, truffles and museums are my vices [although, not all at the same time] I want to own a cafe/bookstore were revolutions are planned and people fall in love. But in the meantime, I'm twenty-two and own a restaurant were old men drink coffee, tip poorly and tell war stories all day.
And that's pretty great, too.
imagine being trapped on a deserted island
no signs of getting home any time soon
no methods of communication
no idea where you are
but your favorite character is there with you
i like the way you think
Go to Starbucks. Order coffee for “Prisoner 24601”
When they call out your order, jump up and yell “My name is Jean Valjean!”
And if the barista replies with “AND I’M JAVERT,” you tip that motherfucker so hard
you tip them right over the edge of a bridge
you fucking didn’t
oh my god.
I’m surprised that none of you seem to realize how bad it is that a lot of writers use this website.
We’ve seen the fandom chaos, and we know how to break you now.
You are truly, absolutely, wonderfully demented!
Oh, you have no idea.