LadyRoxanne7

My sister painted my door like a Tardis for my birthday. That is all.

So I've decided to be crazy and do it … I'm giving my crush a valentine with my number on it.

WHAT AM I DOING.
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I brought the card and he brought a date.

DYING INTERNALLY

You know how with a good story the characters will seem to take control all on their own? My characters are starting to take their lives into their own hands, and they are messing up the plot! I don't even know who the villain is anymore. In my own story. What is this.

Oh and they still won't tell me their names.

whyyyyyy . . .

Not gonna lie, this is just to get the crappy sonnet I wrote off my desktop. Toodles!

I was assigned to write a Shakespearean sonnet for a class, and decided to use the opportunity to burn off some of my Reichenbach Angst. So my sonnet is about *SPOILERS* Sherlock's suicide. It's not great, never will be, heck, the thing's barely coherent. But here:

I know the things they said of you, they say
You fooled the world. They claim you were a fake.
I knew you'd not leave them, leave me, to pay.
And now you see the path which you must take
To rise, your arms spread wide and wings outstreached
With none above to see, and all below are blind
Yet I can see you there, my memory refreshed,
By standing there you stand for all your kind.
I'd leave my world behind now and instead
Pursue you to this place where you are bound.
I cry to watch you square your back, to spread
Your arms and fly fast, faster to the ground.
    Now lost forever, lost to me, my friend.
    I'm left alone without you to pretend.

I love bringing my fandoms to school.