"fanfic" poems
Our fandom, thou art awesome.
Fangirls gave you thy name.
Thy fangirls come, they'll never be done
on earth as it is on the pages.
Give us a fanfic for the OTPs,
and forgive us our dumb ships as we forgive those who ship 'em against us.
lead us from reality and deliver us form society.
our fandom.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
I used to think I was different
special
weird
but I'm not
I read and paint
I sew and write poetry
I look after little kids
and I love
I'm a gay 15 year old with a girlfriend
I watch anime and read fanfic
I roleplay and cosplay
but so do my friends I am just like them
I'm not different
I am a cookie cutter
just like everybody else
and after telling myself I was weird for 15 years
its hard to be normal
I don't know what to do
I want to be different
but I'm not
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
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Because you're worth it
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
PANEL 1:
Jon and Garfield sit at the same living room table in complete silence. Jon struggles to keep the weak smile plastered to his face.
PANEL 2:
Jon begins sobbing uncontrollably. Garfield stares. He says nothing.
PANEL 3:
Jon continues sobbing. Garfield eats a lasagna.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
In order to combat the increasing rise of poems
revolving around love if not death if not tragedy
In order to combat the remarkably unremarkable accounts
of commonplace things like war and depression and destiny
In order to combat the stereotypically stereotypical stereotypes
that are behind our society's long awaited demise:
This poem is fondly dedicated to Johnlock fanfic.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Hark! Bestow my Rival Literates bare
Yet Gold must be their Sincerities take
For that I Praise; Souls pawn and cast my Ware
With Finer Pens sketch him a better Shape
Shape, you say? That which a Mother would spend
For treble hours sum her Nine Month's Due
On such Degree, parallel his Roman bend
Then insert your name what you both can do
For some - Himself; For others - Family,
Two Royal Themes which will always write-out
And in-between - your Life and Sanity,
Two Mouthful Memes which cannot win this Bout.
The Master-of-the-Miniscule dabs his Paint
Whilst the Mistress-of-the-Glass wipes his Saint.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC