Thursday 27 August 2009

BeforeUGo (if You're on Twitter, Please Follow!)

Have I told you that I'm doing a side-project on Twitter?

I haven't? Really?

Right, this side-project is called BeforeUGo (I might rename it in the New Year) and it's mission is to discover and promote new music (Signed, Unsigned and Not Well-Known).

It's been going on for a month now and this is who we're recommended so far (All Brilliant Acts!):

The Sound of the Ladies - http://www.thesoundoftheladies.com/
Eliza Lumley - http://www.myspace.com/elizalumley
DELTA! BRAVO - http://www.myspace.com/deltabravoband
Honey Ryder - http://www.honeyryder.co.uk/
Gavin Osborn - http://www.myspace.com/gavinosborn

That's BeforeUGo recommendations. But the followers and the CurveBalls are suggested loads!

Paige Railstone
Joshua Radin
MuteMath
The Bird and the Bee
Anjulie
Teitur

If you're on Twitter, follow! Please follow and suggest bands! http://twitter.com/BeforeUGo

Thanks!

Excuse Me While I Kick Myself!

This is my own stupid fault.

A facebook and twitter friend, somehow, GOT THE ADVANCE COPY of CATCHING FIRE! And he said I could borrow it if I wanted.

Guess what I said?

That's right, folks. I said no. I am a stupidly SLOW book (I doubt it with this book). Plus, I thought I would distroy his copy so...

I'll say it before you can - FAIL! I FAILED BIG TIME! But, to make up for it, I have offered to put up his review of it, if he ever writes it and allows me to put it up here and on LiveJournal and goodness knows where else I am!

I was going to upload the UK and the USA covers to Catching Fire, but my laptop isn't happy with doing that so... SORRY! My opinion on them - I prefer the UK. There's something more dramatic about it!

Friday 21 August 2009

3 Random Things From Today

Three Points To Note (Just Because I Can!)

One - Never read Chapter Twenty-Five of "Shiver" by Maggie Stiefvater while listening to song "Cold Flame" by Band of Skulls. Very bad move - I got a bit emotional on the Park & Ride bus...

One & Half - This reminds me. Never read "If I Stay" by Gayle Forman while listening to "Off I Go" by Greg Laswell. (Although, if book is turned to film, that song is a MUST for the soundtrack!)

Two - Am listening to Imogen Heap's new album (not meant to be out till Monday - but online shop dispatched it early!). It's great, but should be listening to the Killers seeing as I'm seeing them @ V Festival tomorrow!

Three - Funny line that was said at work.

Him: "Who do you think you are?"
Me: "Well, I'm not Phillip Schofield."

Twitter Commentary for "Twilight"

One day earlier this year, I was bored (not dared, that's a first!) and I decided to do a commentary on film TWILIGHT. But I would use Twitter. No idea why - I just felt like I should do it. I had a blast with it (I might do it when I get Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince or another film. Suggestions below!)

So, read and laugh at my weirdness while watching a film. Enjoy!

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Am going to watch Twilight (about time too!) - will tweet as I go. I wonder why @TSTPodcast or @TA_Podcast never did a "Twitter Commentary"?

"Full Moon" by the Black Ghost - LOVE THAT Song! Plus - did no one watch that bit and think "The Host"?!

BILLY BURKE!!! He's an awesome Charlie! I Could he be my Dad, if I ask nicely?

Here's the truck... and HERE'S JACOB!!! "It's getting worse with old age." (Taylor is a great choice - with his Jacob smile...)

Oh no... Bella doing sport... And There's MIKE! And Jessica...

I think I like Angela - and here they come...

All the couples are in white. *alice and jasper = awesome* And edward not in white... but loner blue...

Oh God, no... here is comes... the bad acting...

Edward + owl = angelic look... though angel wants to kill you, Bella...

I wonder what Bella was listening to on her iPod - "Eyes on Fire"? Muse? (Music for this film is wonderfully picked!)

She falls on cue perfectly - most TwiFans couldn't do that. We should be nicer to Kstewart

The Golden Onion?! WTF?!

(Sorry to all my followers who are HArry Potter fans - am part of both fandoms. Will do HP sometime in the future)

Oh, I like this bit to come...

Car accident - how I saw it in my head! Well done, Catherine! And the song - PERFECT START!!!

DOCTOR CULLEN!!! good choice - he was in Damages, wasn't he?

"I hope you enjoy disappointment." He delivers that all wrong.

Ooooh.... love the way Mike ask Bella to prom! He is SUCH a good actor!

"You can google it." (what?) XD

Why could they play up Alice and Jasper?! WHY DIDN'T THEY?!

Easter Egg with Apple! Am so happy they put that in!

Wow! They've kept so close with the book with some of the lines that characters say! You have to love the scriptwriter...

La Push - last scenes to be filmed. Let's see how buff Taylor is, shall we?

Flashback - nice earthy colour - hence the New Moon logo, maybe?

Don't drink and drive a boat, if you wish to live...

Perfect mouse movement on computer - *pulls face* (and they're sunbathing - IN MARCH!!! NO HEAT!!!)

"I Caught Myself" - why are they playing Jessica as a typical American Teen? "This dress makes my boobs look good!"

Oh, the bit of the book/film I really dislike - those guys almost about to... *shivers*

It's SUPEREDWARD To the Rescue!

Angela and Jessica's faces! HAHA!

Just thought - while they were in car, Edward laughed. he sounded like he was going to cry... can he cry?

OMG! The waitress does have a tattoo! I never noticed that before!

How the hell do they both know the square root of Pi?!

I would be freaking out if someone told me they could read minds expect mine... but No... not Bella!

At LAST! Bella twigs! (that website deals with countries then north west america... FLAW!)

OH GOD! this 360 degree camera shot! I HATE IT!!! I eff-ing HATE IT!!!

he sparkles - why do people have a problem with this? I think it works! I love the skin of a killer...

Lion and Lamb lines - was that said right, in your opinion?

Just noticed what when Edward sparkles, there's a Tinklebell sound! So where's Peter Pan?

MUTEMATH! If I am grateful for discovering one band because of this movie, it's this band!

Flashback two - Edward in pain! Poor Dr. Cullen. But Esme seem to be enjoying being bitten. That's because she loves him!

WHY DIDN'T THEY EXPLAIN JASPER'S POWER? They did with Alice...

oh, the family... we meet them! AT LAST!

"Does she even Italian?" "Her name is Bella." (here comes the human)... 3,2,1 - Rosalie breaks the bowl.

"Bella and I are going to be great friends." (love AlicE! They should have played up the character! and jasper! So underused him!)

who's room is that down the hall? I think Esme and Caralise... (did I misspell that?)

They dancing to Debussy - so awkward. But important to show us that, me think.

SPIDER MONKEY!!! WHY THE HELL DO THEY MAKE HIM SAY THAT?! WHY?

!Why isn't Edward holding Bella as she climbs? She will fall to her death!

The shoot of the trees and lake – beautiful.

Why do they call Bella "Amazona"?

STEPHENIE MEYER!! Will she be in New Moon, one wonders?

Oh God! Bella's Mum/Mom - "Are you being safe?"

Oh God, got pins and needles in legs! OUCH!!! Oh, they're going to kiss...

Billy Burke - awesome actor! And great comic timing! "Bring him in."

Baseball + Muse = great choice! (I hope they play up Esme)

Jasper + baseball bat = some fanboy crush!

What is it with vampires and monkey?!?!?! (Rosalie must have heard edward saying Spider Monkey)

"The wicked curveball" - clever line for Victoria... but trouble is brewing... in 3, 2, 1...

Vancouver!

b*TCH! Billy Burke acts this farewell scene so perfectly. He's so heartbroken... only time while watching film i actually Hate Bella!

I missed this in the cinema - she never said goodbye to her human friends.

Don't underestimate Victoria - please remember that, Edward...

601 tweet! Thank you Twilight Movie...

ANother Host shot!

Alice can draw? I thought that was Esme's thing?

Repeat the preface lines - or there abouts. Am happy about that...

Oh My God! That was hard to watch James break Bella's leg!

So, Edward can't kill James, but let Emmett and Jasper do your dirty work...

snow in the meadow?

"death is peaceful, easy. Life is harder." was that in the book? and if so, wherE?

PHOTO OF THE BALLET STUDIO IN HOSPITAL ROOM!!!

and the battle scene on the TV behind Bella's Mom... NO WAY!!!

"Alice lent me the dress" - at least they did something to bella/alice's friendship...

Jacob - 3rd time's the charm! Or so you think... "and the woves descend" - NEW MOON hint!!!

"Flightless Bird, American Mouth" - beautiful song. Even my Mum likes this song!

and like that, the other dancers leave - ashamed of Edward's beauty?

oh... and what's this? someone's watching... and edward's can't hear her thoughts (or is too busy to hear)

it's... VICTORIA! Oh, her face! It's like "You're going to die" - then the hair comes down - and it's on!!!!

what's the song they playing over the credits?

HERE'S LINKIN PARK! I wonder where this song was?! I never knew they could do slow songs like "Leave Out All The Rest"

Oh god! They didn't spell Emmett's name wrong on the credits?! They spelt it right on subtitles and in the book! someone screwed up!

And mixed Linkin Park with Paramore - oh, they should do a song together! let's start a facebook group!

"I'm screaming I love you so - But my thoughts you can't decode!"

Oh God! Lizzie Patterson - that's Rob's sister, right? She did vocals?!

And that's it. End of film a credits! Thanks for watching & reading tweets! see ya when I do new Moon! XD

Thursday 20 August 2009

White Dusk - An Attempt to Write "Twilight" FanFic (Part 2)

Let's see if this works, shall we?

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WHITE DUSK (A FanFic)

“Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.”
Marie Curie
“To the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
Taken from 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' by JK Rowling


Preface
I screamed as the poison rushed through my blood stream.
I'm going to die! I'm dying! Why aren't you here stopping this?!
My body writhed on the floor, trying to extinguish the fire burning me from within.
I'm dying! Your life is meant to flash before your eyes when you die – and I see nothing! It's a lie! I'm dying, and I see nothing!
But I'm not dying. The me up to this point is dying. Once I'm gone, there will be something else in my place, a monster like the creature standing over me, their emotionless blood-red eyes glinting in the moonlight.

1: Forks
I woke up to the sound of rain and forgot where I was in the world.
Then I saw the green light thrown over the curtains and onto the ceiling and I remembered. Something inside me suddenly got crushed, like a canary being run over by a tractor.
Oh, great. I’m here…
I curled into a small ball under my duvet and closed my eyes. I didn’t know why I was reacting like this. I knew exactly what I was letting myself in for when I decided this. But never thought it would be this hard, this painful. And though I knew I shouldn’t blame my Mum for falling in love with my soon-to-be-stepdad, Dan, a tiny part of me did. I was happy that Mum was, but moving to another country, away from my family and friends, away from my school and job, away from my life to this unknowing was hard to swallow.
I sighed and forced myself to sit up and look at the time. As I landed in my new home that was America, I was expecting jet-lag. But I, surprisingly, was in sync with it. But today was going to be me finding my feet, getting use to my new house, my new town, and getting to know where everything was before I started the horror that was to come tomorrow.
Secondary school. Or, as the Amercians (was I one now?) called it, high school.
Shivering at this thought, I forced myself to get out of bed and get dressed, looking round my new bedroom. The walls looked so bare, I felt depressed just looking out them. There were a few empty shelves, which I immediate planned to use for favourite books and DVDs, had a small wardrobe and a small desk. On this desk was my laptop and, luckily, internet connection so I could stay in touch my friend back home…
No, this is home, I reminded myself. I live here now.
Sighing again, I got dressed quicker, went across the landing to the bathroom, cleaned my teeth and tried (yet failed) to make my black hair look neat. It looked like a haystack on top of my head.
Giving up, I went downstairs, almost tripping over a few cardboard boxes.
It seemed so stupid to me that, rather than Mum and me move in with Dan, that he sells his house and us to buy and live somewhere new. “It’ll be our home,” my Mum had said to me when we came to see Dan last time, before the move.
So, we had a new home. In a small town called Forks. Where there were hundreds of large, green trees, which must outnumber the humans that live here 100 trees to 1 human ratio. And Forks – my new “home” – was a town, not a city as it stated on its welcome sign – “The City of Forks Welcomes You”.
I’m trying to find faults with this place, I realised as I glanced out of the window in the hall and just saw green. Why is America shown on UK TV as sexy and fun? Not just plain green?
I walked into my new kitchen and saw my soon-to-be-stepbrother, sitting at the table, reading a newspaper.
“Morning,” I suddenly had to stifle a yawn.
Xavier looked up from his paper. “Morning,” he smiled, his white teeth catching my attention.
The one main pro about getting a new stepdad, is that fact that I was getting a new stepbrother. The older brother I always kinda wanted. What made him even cooler was the fact he was training to be a doctor and that he was here while Mum and Dan were still down south, trying to sell his house.
“Shouldn’t you be catching up on your z’s?” Xavier asked, closing the paper.
“I slept a lot on the plane,” I commented, sitting down opposite him.
“So, how’s Forks for you?”
“Green.” There was no other word to describe it.
“You’ll get use to it.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. But what if I didn’t? “So, what’s your plans for today?”
It was weird, but Xavier and me just clicked when we first met. It was, as if, we knew each other all our lives. We just talked about stuff. Important and not-so-important. So, even now, that I had just done possible the hugest thing in my whole life, it seemed only natural to talk to Xavier like this.
“I have to study.” He sighed. “And finish a paper.”
“An essay?” Already, the differences between our two worlds were evident.
“It’s dull.” He waved a hand. “What about you?”
“Make my room more… well… me, I guess.” I admitted, even though this truly meant that I was doing nothing.
“You should check this place out.”
“What? The house?”
“The town.” Xavier made a gesture with his hand. “I mean, you are going to live here.”
Thanks for reminding me. “I would, but I need a car to do so. I don’t have one.”
“You can drive, though.” Xavier pointed out. The last time I was here to meet Dan and Xavier, I took my driving test and, by some weird yet amazing miracle, I passed. “You could borrow mine.”
“But you’re going back to medicinal school in a few weeks. You need your car.”
“You could…” Xavier said slowly, his pale eyes going all mysterious, “you can always keep it.”
I barked a laugh. “Me? Keep Your car? How would you cope?”
“I got an upgrade.”
Suddenly, my brain catch the words. It defrag their meaning and I repeated the words. “You… got… upgrade?”
“Yes.” Xavier said. “My car is going to dust and I bought myself an upgrade. It didn’t cost me, so… as a ‘Welcome to your new home’ present, I’m giving you my old car.”
I stared at him. “You… car… huh?”
“I’m – giving – you – a – car.” He said, as if telling a toddler. “Be – happy.”
“I – I am happy.” I said, stunned. “Just – just wasn’t expecting it.”
Xavier rolled his eyes. “Here.” He handed me the keys to his car. “There. Now, let’s see it and see what will need.”
He got up. Automatically, I got up too. I was stunned. I followed him out of the house onto the front garden – no, front lawn – and saw his car. No, my car.
It was an old Ford Festia, with two doors and a boot (aka trunk). I was a passaenger in this car yesterday after my planes from the UK to Phoenix then from Phoenix to Port Angeles. I slept for a short while in the car, as well. It had a good CD/radio system.
“Do you like it?” Xavier asked, looking a little worried.
“I… I don’t know what to say.” I was still stunned. “Thank you.” Then I frowned. “Where’s your new car?”
Xavier smiled at me, mischievous. “Who said anything about a car?”
I blinked, then I saw the new, slick black motorbike that sat neatly next to Xavier’s – no, my – car. My mouth fell opened.
“I changed my mind,” I blurted out. “You have the car, I have the motorbike.”
“Tough. You have the keys to the car. Not changing now.” He looked at me.
“Mean.” I pulled a face. “You do realise that our parents are going to freak when they see that.”
“I know.” Xavier’s smile broadened. “But what kind of older brother would I be to you if I didn’t go off the rails once in a while.”
I stared at my car. My car. That was weird, thinking this car as mine. But, at least it would make life a little easier. Tomorrow was going to be a little less worse than I imagined. But first, I would need to find it.
Later, I decided. At the moment, I wanted to attack my bedroom, and spend some time with my awesome stepbrother. No… no, I didn’t like using that term. Stepbrother. That sounded wrong. Brother. No, Xavier was my brother. I prefer that.
“Can you help me put some posters on my walls,” I asked, “before you go off the rails, of course?”
He shrugged. “I could squeeze you in.”
It took us just over an hour to make my room feel more lived in. I had tons of film posters stuck to one of my walls and we filled several shelves with books and DVDs. We ever put up on magnetic whiteboard where half of it had photos, postcards, maps, old London Underground tickets – memories of my old life in England. The other half was there for notes or reminders that I had to do. Xavier wrote “Thank Xavier for awesome gift!”
“Don’t push it.” I commented, as if talking about the weather.
It was still raining, but dizzying. More like British weather, but still unnatural American at the same time. So, the weather wasn't as bad as I expect or feared when I made a break from the house to my car. I did some research on my new home and discovered that Forks was one of the – if not, the – place to get the most rainfall and near-constant cover of cloud in the United States. Not much weather difference to my homeland.
Once I was in the car, I quickly checked over everything: radio, CD player, heater and my digital camera several times over. My hobby was photographic was trying in a slight obsession. Once I done that, I drove my new town.
I found practically found everything within half an hour. I discovered the local supermarket (aka general store), the police station (aka the sheriff's office), several diners and shops (most of these were linked to hiking in someway shape or form) and the library. I got a card for it, but discovered that it didn't hold the books I like. Maybe I would use the library more for schoolwork.
I think I would have discovered everything quicker, if I didn't stop every few minutes to take photos. I hated to admit it, but the scenery was beautiful. The way the trees caught what little light there was, and the colours of the leaves. So different from back home. I took several photographs of an old sign, informing that there was a Native America reservation, La Push, further up the road. I had to fight the temptation to drive up there that instant, but decided that I would go at the weekend. Give me something to look forward too.
I only had one problem, and it was a big problem. It was, also, quite stupid. I couldn't my new school.
I drove round the town for an extra half an hour, trying to find Fork High School. But nothing. I got myself more lost and more confused. I had to stop several times to get my bearings.
But I couldn't find it. Was my sense of direction that bad?
I pulled over one last time, trying to mental backtrack. The school, like most things in this town, had to be off the highway. Had I missed it? But now, looking round, I realised that I was in the middle of nowhere. Just in a road in the middle of a forest. There were no houses, no people to ask for directions.
I drove over a bridge, I knew that, so I could drive back, then I would be back at square one.
That was when I saw the unpaved road.
It looked more like a dirt-track, but it looked recently used.
My first instinct was to turn the car around and floor it. What did it matter that I didn't know where my High School was. I would just follow everyone else.
But, I didn't listen to my first instinct. I put in gear and, slowly, drove up the road.
The road snaked through the trees for a long time. I was beginning to think that maybe this lead nowhere when the trees lessened and disappeared to reveal a shockingly stunning house.
I forced myself to stop the car and got out, feeling slightly awe-struck. It was three storeys tall and it painted faint white. All the windows caught the light perfectly while the trees perfectly protect it with their long branches. The house looked like something out of a fairy tale. The house looked timeless, effectless.
I was so caught up with it, I almost didn't see the two people walking towards me. But I looked quickly at them, before glancing back at the house.
There was a young man and a young woman. The man looked built like a tank, his muscles on full-display through his tight T-shirt, making my own body-confidence take an instant nosedive. He had short black hair, dark brown eyes and his skin was dark, making me instantly think of the La Push sign I saw.
The young woman that was walking beside him was total opposite. She was smaller than him, and her skin was chalk white. Her hair was light brown and a little wavy. Unlike her friend, she looked so gracefully in her movements.
Until she tripped herself up.
The man caught her in time, but she caught herself at exactly the same time. She smiled at him as she said, “I'm fine, Jake. You worry too much.”
Both of them looked at each other for a moment. I took a step back, feeling as if I was ruining the moment, and both their heads snapped round.
Oh, heck!
“Er... hi!” I tried to sound like I just got out of the car.
Both of the them took a step or two closer to me. I saw now that both of them were stupidly good-looking. My self-confidence took another nose-dive. So much so I lost my trail of speech and I forgot what I was going to say.
“Can we help you?” asked the girl. Oh God, even her voice sounded attractive.
“Er...” Why did I drive here? I'm going to leave with nothing of myself, am I? “Yes, hi. I'm lost. I'm new in town and trying to find Forks High School.”
I was suddenly aware of my British accent and what surprised me was neither of them seemed surprised of it. No one knew I was British, did they? But the look of their faces looked as if... as if they knew...
“Oh, yes.” The girl smiled. “I go there. We might be classmate.” Dare God, I hope not, seeing as my self-confidence is fading fast. “I'm Renesmee. Renesmee Cullen. But my friends call me Nessie. This is Jacob. Jacob Black.”
“Hi,” He smiled. His smile was nice. He meant the smile. I get a sense when someone's smile is real or not. “Welcome to Forks.”
He offered his hands, and I took it. His hand practically swallowed mine. His skin was boiling hot, but I wasn't sure if I was imagining that or not.
“Thanks,” I pulled my hand away. “I'm so stupid. I have no sense of direction. I almost drove into La Push by mistake.”
“I live there.”
“Oh.” By the way he said that, I had offended him. Great. I'm making so many friends! “I'm going to check out over the weekend. If I don't get any homework.”
Renesmee leaned in. Jacob saw this out of the corner of his eye and his face went a little hard.
“Anyway,” I pretended I hadn't noticed. “Directions?”
“Oh, yes.” Renesmee smiled again.
She gave me directions to the school and I realised where I had made my mistake. As she talked, I kept noticing that she was leaning closer to me. I kept taking a small side-step, not wanting to invade her space, but she kept leaning closer to me. Jacob was seeing this and his face was getting harder, his smile becoming more fixed. And what was with her? She kept sniffing me, as if I was wearing cologne or something.
Suddenly, an alarm bell began to ring inside my head. Get out of there! Get out of there! Leave now!
“Thank you so much!” I pushed a smile on my face.
“No probs.” Renesmee smiled, making herself go back to Jacob's side.
“Yeah, no problems.” Jacob said, his voice low. I looked at him and the look I got back had a message I completely understood. Stay away from my chick.
“I... I have to go.” Lame. Try again. “I have so much stuff to do before tomorrow. Unpack, email some friends.”
“Oh.” That wasn't what Renesmee wanted to hear. But then an expression flashed across her face. I was confused by her own reaction.
“Yeah, sorry. I... I see you tomorrow, though. Or at La Push.” I quickly added. “See you both later.”
I didn't wait for their goodbyes. I must have come across as rude, but that look Jacob gave me and the alarm bell inside my head had mentally freaked me out. I didn't understand why I was reacting like this. I've never felt like this around other people before. Maybe I was suffering from jet lag.
I walked quickly back to my car, got it and, slowly, turned my car around and drove down the drive to main road. Both Renesmee and Jacob watched me drive away.

White Dusk - An Attempt to Write "Twilight" FanFic

Okay, I've tried twice to upload my attempted chapter for a Twilight FanFic I wrote ("White Dusk"), but seeing as my laptop isn't happen with me, I'm changing this entry slightly.

So, the basic plot. Last year, I was dared to write a Twilight Saga Fanfic (sense a pattern forming within last few blogs) and I decided to have a go. I thought it would be fun to write something light after writing and editing my last writing project.

So, I thought of plot, new characters, lines characters could say, chapter titles, listen to podcasts for titbits or advice and I tried to write it. I had a title I loved - "White Dusk" and two new characters - Alex and his soon-to-be stepbrother, Xavier - that I couldn't stop writing about!

But, I couldn't do it. For two reasons. First, from what I heard on podcasts, they were like real novels, with long chapters and meaty plots and weird pairings! In one reading of a fanfic, I thought Harry Potter was going to pop up then go, "Ooops! Sorry! Wrong Fanfic!" And the second reason was I felt uncomfortable writing with Stephenie Meyer's characters and I never felt like I wrote with they help. The only character I enjoyed writing with was Jasper and he couldn;t carry the story on his own. So I stopped.

But, I found my old notes and chapter attempt. Can't upload chapter, but can upload other stuff. So... Ready?

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EASTER EGGS (Covers)
Apple (Twilight) - Alex picks up and holds apple while chatting to Cullens in chapter 2: New
Flower (New Moon) - In vase right before She [had no name for female baddie] attacks the Cullens and Alex.
Ribbon (Eclipse) - Bella or Renesmee tied hair back (can't see Rosalie doing it)
Chess (Breaking Dawn) - Carlisle & Esme/Edward playing a game

EASTER EGGS (Lines Characters Say)
Rosalie: “Oh, great. We're having another Bella situation.”

Jasper: “Alex, will be please calm down?”
Alex: “No, I bloody will not!”

Alex: “Who – what – are you?”

Alex: “I’m sorry, I just got nearly attacked by a scarily huge wolf with huge dagger-like teeth and you want to know what colour fur it had?! Seriously, Jacob, were you dropped on your head when you were a baby or something?”

Xavier: “When life gets you down, you know what you got to do?”
Alex: “Just keep swimming?”
Xavier: “I was going to say put your iPod on full volume and listen to Muse, but let’s go with Finding Nemo. Disney is never usually wrong.”

Xavier: “There are some things we’re not proud of. For example, I can’t say the words penguin and comment.”

Emmett: “You know what they say? Life’s a –"
Esme: “Language!”
Emmett: “Sorry.”

Alice: “Bella, would you stop whining and help me with this?”

Alex: "It's not a lion and lamb situation."

Alex: “Oh my God! Have I entered a JK Rowling novel or something?!”

Alex: “When did vampires and werewolves become suddenly popular?”

Alex: “My life sucks.”
Emmett: “And we haven’t started drinking your blood yet.”

Emmett: “Look who it is. It’s our resident Big Bad Wolf.”
Jacob: “I can pwn you if you’re not careful, leech.”
Emmett: “Bring it on then, mutt.”

Alex: "Sorry, but you guys have been together how long? Geez, get your rears in gear and just get married already!" (seconds later) "Do you have to do that? Bitter singleton over here."

Alex: “What are you doing?”
Edward: “Reading.”
Alex: “I can see that. Dare I ask who it’s by? Anne Rice or Bram Stoker?”
Edward: “If I hadn’t seen that one coming and thought it was actually funny, I would be laughing right now.”

Xavier: “Do you ever wonder why Mary and Bert never got it on Mary Poppins?”
Alex: “Oh, I don’t know. Why would Julia Andrews not get together with Dick Van Dyke, a guy with a name that is the butt of many jokes, who does a mind-numbing mid-afternoon TV show and has the worse cockney accent known to man? Honestly, I can’t see why she didn’t jump on him there and then.”

(My Fave Now) - Alex: "The stars are going out.”

Wednesday 19 August 2009

WANT - A Harry Potter FanFic (& A Bad One!)

I was dared into it, okay! Right, this is my first EVER attempt of writing FanFic in the world of Harry Potter (I felt dirty reading or writing previous FanFic - Felt like I was Betraying JK Rowling!) So, here it is...

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Draco Malfoy wasn’t entirely certain on how he had found himself in the situation he was in.

Lying on the bed, he gasped as a rough hand gently drew lines along his throat, his jawline and his cheekbones, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The fingers traced over his lips and, despite himself, Draco licked them.

Part of him was repulsed by his actions. Yet another part of him felt… felt alive. It felt like every nerve-ending in his body was on fire. And with the hand touching Draco’s skin, it felt like an electric current was pulsing through him. All Draco could think about was of the hand and the person whose hand it belonged.

He wasn’t entirely sure when these feelings started, but he suspected that they were always there, buried deep within himself. But it was within his first few years at Hogwarts did he became suddenly aware of how outside he was compared to his peers. Even comparing himself to his fellow Slytherins, he felt unlike them, in a way he couldn’t put his finger on. As if, he was out of step with everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

He was first aware of it one morning in the Great Hall in his second year. The owls were in flight, swooping down with letters, Howlers, parcels, newspapers and magazines, dropping them to either their owners or the recipient. Draco had just collected a small, tiny letter from his eagle owl, when he looked up and they made eye contract. Something inside Draco’s chest fluttered, like a small bird was trapped inside Draco’s ribcage. But then, the eagle owl crowed and the eye contract was broken.

But the fluttering in his chest didn’t stop. It always flared up whenever eye contract was made throughout the year.

Draco didn’t understand and, when the school year ended, he was grateful to be gone. Expect that, when he was home, he felt a deep painfully ache in his chest, as if the bird inside his rib cage was peaking at his heart and lungs. There were days he would lay on his bed and wish for the end of summer to return to Hogwarts, while on other days, he would be thinking of ways to not go back. He was so consumed with these thoughts that he didn’t realise that his House Elf had been freed till the penultimate week of August.

September came far too fast and he was back at Platform Nine and Three Quarters, his friends and family there, continuing their lives as if nothing had happened. Draco felt a mix of emotions. Nerves, mostly. But he could sense the adrenalin rushing through his blood stream. And, for several long minutes, he thought that he had wasted his energies on the emotions till he saw, through the crowd, boarding the Hogwarts Express, those eyes looking at him. Across the distance, Draco felt them burning him and he felt the bird inside his chest get excited. And, for a fraction of a second, Draco enjoyed the attention and the excitement beginning inside him, till he realised that this was going to end badly.

He tried, throughout the school year, to keep out of the gaze of those eyes. In one Magical Creatures lesson, he got himself attacked by a Hippogriff on purpose. That gave him several days in the Hospital Wing, away from everyone. He was alone. Expect for the feeling inside his chest.

When he left the Hospital Wing, he made a plan. A plan he decided to stick to for the rest of the school year. He arrived to lessons either just on time or a few minutes late. He would sit as close to the door as he could without looking like a swat. He would stay in his House’s Common Room as much as possible. When going to Quidditch practice or matches, stay with a group of people. Never be alone. Pretend that nothing had happened.

But he couldn’t pretend. Not all the time.

Sometimes, in the Great Hall, during breakfast or dinner, Draco would catch himself looking in the general direction and would, quickly, look away. Everytime the doors of the Great Hall opened, he would find himself looking up to see who it was and, always, felt disappointed when he saw who had opened them.

As he left Hogwarts that third year, keeping his distance from the Demontors, Draco vowed to himself to get over this addiction. It was slowly becoming an obsession and it wasn’t healthy.

But when he returned for his fourth year, he found it almost impossible to keep himself in check. He would, without meaning to, taking routes that might give him a glance. In lesson, he would make sure he sat in the back of the room, expect for Potions, where he felt more comfortable to sit closer to Professor Snape.

But that was when the dreams started. Dreams Draco knew that he should be happening. Dreams Draco wanted to stop dreaming, and yet, longed for every time he went to bed.

So, with all that he had done, Draco wasn’t exactly sure how he got to be lying on the bed as the other was unbuttoning his shirt. The fingerprints almost burning imprints into Draco’s chest as he undid the buttons one by one. Draco’s hands turned to fists under the pillow as lips gently ran down his jawline and along his collarbone. Draco didn’t expect the lips to move and gasped as they kissed his nipple. It became erect as a tongue gently teased it. Draco closed his eyes, and thought he saw fireworks under his closed lids.

He felt the lips pull away from his chest and felt something very light brush his own. Because of some deep-rooted instinct and because of desire, Draco leaned forward and pushed his lips on the other’s. The lips that Draco was kissing were, surprisingly, quite soft but there was an undercurrent of hardness of them, as if revealing a deepness that Draco would never have thought of when looking at those eyes. They, also, tasted pleasantly of spearmint.

Their mouths moved together, as though they would never divide. Draco’s hands were on the other’s face, pulling it deeper into the kiss, as if the kiss was his anchor to life. As Draco’s hands held the face, other hands flexed and drew lines down his neck, his chest, his stomach, under his…

“Wait,” Draco pulled back half a centrimetre, panting for breath. His words came out as a whisper, his eyes still closed. “Are you sure you want to –?”

One single finger rested gently on his lips to silence him. Draco fought against the urge to suck it.

“I’m sure,” whispered a voice, close to Draco’s ear. His breath sent chills throughout Draco’s whole body in a strangely pleasant way.

Draco risked opening his eyes a slit and saw a pair of eyes smouldering down at him. The two pairs of lips touched again, but this time, the kiss was gentler. There was the urgency, anchor to life feeling to this kiss. It was a slower kiss. A slow building kiss that made the hairs on the back of Draco’s neck stand to attention.

As the lips parted and one set slowly went down his neck, Draco risked a moment of enjoyment. He couldn’t quite believe it. Here he was, lying on a bed with someone he would never thought possible.

Here he was, madly in love with -

(Oh, COME OFF IT! You think I was going to tell you?! [Okay, I have two endings, and one of them was a total twist! A joke twist but a twist, very the less. If you beg, or give me cookies, will consider revealing both endings... How's that for a deal?])

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