Don't get your hopes up. My writing is pretty shitty, plots are not thought through properly and are way flawed, and basically everything is unfinished. Not even WIP, because I never do anything to them/about them/attempt to finish them/I'm a lazy shit.

A hater's gonna hate like a potato's gonna potate.

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Fandoms that I love (in no particular order)
Ranger's Apprentice.
Merlin.
Sherlock.
Supernatural.
Spooks.
The Lord of the Rings.
The Hobbit.
Tolkien in general.
Torchwood.
Gilmore Girls.
Doctor Who.
How I Met Your Mother.
The X Files.
Tristan and Isolde.
Pushing Daisies.
Glee.
Gossip Girl.
Alex Rider.
The Power of Five.
Legend of the Seeker.
Harry Potter.
Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Deltora Quest.

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.
- Chuck, Supernatural, Swan Song

"Life... is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. You're stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while, there's a peanut butter cup, or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast, the taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits, filled with hardened jelly and teeth-crunching nuts, and if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you've got left... is an empty box... filled with useless, brown paper wrappers."
- X Files, The Smoking Man (from episode; The Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man)

My face in thine eye, thine in my appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemisphere,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally;
If our two loves become one, or, thou and I,
Love so alike, that none can do slacken, none can die.
- Tristan Isolde (Isolde)

You build worlds of sand and stone, I build worlds of words alone...

Iron helmets will not save,
Even heroes from their grave.
Good men's blood will drain away,
While the wicked win the day.

Wishing only wounds the heart.
- Wicked

"Got a secret for you, kid. Random acts of kindness. Forget money, that's what really makes this world go 'round."
- from the Supernatural fic Death Frozen Over by Tyranusfan.

"We only care about the ones we love."
"I think the suffering of strangers can also move us."
- Adam Carter, Spooks.

THE END.