Girl With a Fandom Heart

Whovian. Slytherin. Hunter. Trekkie.

These are a few of my favourite things.

The name is Bella. I'm 21, and obsessed with all things fandom. Fandoms you'll see a lot of: Supernatural, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, BBC Sherlock, and various others.

So, hello and welcome! So nice of you to drop by!

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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

Reblog this if a fictional book series or movie has made a difference in your life.

ask-the-tooth-fairy:

I’m gonna prove my mom wrong.

(Source: lermoon)

tinsnip:

that moment when you realize you’ve read too much fanfiction and you legitimately cannot recall if that thing you want to reference is made-up or real

followed almost immediately by the moment that you realize that you just thought of a tv-show universe as real

edwardspoonhands: reading-thoughts: edwardspoonhands: Not Iambic….Do Not Accept… These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming versethat what I wear puts swagger in my gait;though twenty shillings have I in my purse,my self-esteem and manhood both inflatewhen lofty furs I purchase for a cent.Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, thoughthey smell a trifle musty. Still, I spentmuch less to dress myself from head to toe. To save or not to save? The question’s moot.I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.These dusty shelves will yield their hidden lootto those, like me, more frugal in their looks.Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.      - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe” THERE WE GO!

edwardspoonhands:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

THERE WE GO!

DAILY MOTHERFUCKING REMINDER

ofdemonsandtimelords:

THAT YOU ARE

AND THAT ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE IS A PIECE OF SHIT. KEEP BEING AWESOME, DON’T LET THE DOUCHE BAGS GET YOU DOWN, AND REMEMBER THAT I MOTHERFUCKING LOVE YOU.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: uppereastside)

Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out this weekend that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared - You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same. The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air.

Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel (via violentwavesofemotion)

theloudmouthmudblood:

pressdown:

destielorgtfo:

highfunctioning-timelord:

a-matter-of-minutes:

I didn’t choose the fandom life. The fandom life gripped me tight and rose me from perdition.

I didn’t choose the fandom life.  The fandom life grabbed my hand and whispered, “Run”

I didn’t choose the fandom life. The fandom life told me to come to 221B if convenient and if inconvenient come anyway. 

The fandom chooses the fan, Harry.

I… actually did choose the fandom life.

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haquinzel:

dappermegan:

joncozart:

NEW VIDEO! Have you ever wondered what happened to the DISNEY princesses after their happily-ever-afters? WELL HERE IT IS!

i LOVE this.

This is awesome!!

andthenisay:

i’d just like to take this brief time to remind everyone who asserts that the internet is full of leeches who pirate and steal hollywood’s “property” and don’t think that there needs to be a new business model for the way hollywood funds and markets film that a relatively small fandom of a relatively small show is about to raise 2 million dollars in 24 hours just because a cast they used to love asked for their help.