The Way I See It...

Fandom
 The community of people that have the same interests in a certain TV show/ movie/ singer/ book, etc. is known as a fandom. They each share a passion/ strong devotion for the show/movie/singer/book/actor etc.

Every fandom has a name.

For example:

Twilight: Twihards
Harry Potter: Potterheads
One direction: Directioners
Demi Lovato: Lovatics
Stana Katic: Stanatics
Castle: Casketteers
Doctor Who: Whovians
Glee: Gleeks
and many more.

The might of a fandom can be seen when they trend hash tags at the speed of lightening on twitter and also when there are polls that include their objects of affection to vote for.

Fan Fiction

Fiction written by a fan of, and featuring characters from, a particular TV series, film, etc. is called Fan fiction.
 Fans write fan fiction to unleash their imagination, making up stories, the way they want it to be, using the characters they love the most. Fan fictions can be of a particular show, or it can have characters of two or more shows put together. (Cross-overs)

Terms used in fan fictions:
AU: Alternate Universe stories
OOC: Out Of Character
POV: Point Of View
One shot: refers to a single story that can be read and understood in full without having read any other prior story.
Canon: refers to elements established by the original source material
AN: Author’s Notes
Review: Thoughts, feedback and views of the readers.
PM: Private messages.


Shipping

The word shipping comes from the word RelationSHIP. It is usually used with regards to Fictional characters, when one talks about investing in the relationship between two fictional characters, he/she is said to be shipping the two characters.
(Used in a sentence: I ship A and B)

Shipping includes making photo edits,(Fan art) videos and huge blog posts about the two characters.

Shipper names:

From the act of shipping came the idea of shipper names. The duo that is being shipped is sometimes given a name. It is usually created by the fans themselves by merging the two names of the said characters.

For example:
Kurt and Blaine (Glee) : Klaine
Castle and Beckett (Castle) : Caskett
Callie and Arizona (Grey’s anatomy) : Calzona
Magnus and Alec (The mortal Instruments) : Malec

Used in a sentence:
I ship Klaine.
OR
I’m a hard-core Caskett shipper


OTP

OTP is an abbreviation that stands for One True Pair. You may be part of many fandoms and may ship many fictional relationships, but one of them is your OTP.
Your OTP is the one relationship you ship the most.


Fangirling (Verb)

Urban dictionary defines fangirling as:
1. The reaction a fangirl has to any mention or sighting of the object of her “affection”. These reactions include shortness of breath, fainting, high pitched noises, shaking, fierce head shaking as if in the midst of a seizure, endless blog posts, etc.”

2. A gathering of two or more fangirls in which they proceed to waste endless amounts of time ogling, discussing/arguing, stalking, etc. the object of their affection

Used in a sentence:
the minute she saw the new episode title on twitter, she started fangirling.
OR
we fangirled over Castle the entire afternoon.

Fangirling on social networking sites is very common and has become very popular. Fangirls make special profiles to use for fangirling with other fangirls of the fandom.

Exclamations commonly used while fangirling:
- What is Air!
- I can’t even!
- I think I just died!
- ASDFGHJKL!
- Feels!!!
- Shut the front door! (A Casketteer favourite)

Grounded and Uplifting: The Great Escape - Fan Request #5

Grounded and Uplifting: The Great Escape - Fan Request #5: We have all got our holiday homes. A place we go when we need to be away from daily routine. The escapade. We escape from monotony. Some...

That Sweet Fragrance

You're so used to routine.
It's always been done this way.
Then why try to change it?
You've always known it to be this.
You don't know any different.
you can't do any different.
You're afraid of 'Different'.
Change has always been your worst enemy.
he comes along, turns your world upside down, and leaves with a wicked smile plastered on his face, while you mourn the differences.
You take time. You always do
And so when Mr.Change comes along, you beg and plead for him to leave you and your life untouched.
But he's a stubborn basket case.
He won't listen to your pleas.
It's takes him half as much time to cause the damage, than it does for you to pick up the pieces.
But what you don't realize is, that he is a constant visitor in your life, he won't leave you.
He's stuck to you like glue.
The only thing left to do then, is to wake up and smell the roses.
Stop living your theoritical world. Accept reality.
If change is what's destined to happen, It will.
And there's nothing you can do to stop it.
Embrace it, Work with it, Work around it. Deal with it.
And if you don't like roses. Then go get yourself a pot of daisies.
Be practical.
Sitting and waiting for the world to hear your cries doesn't lead you anywhere.
Step into reality and accept what's different from the usual.
It's about time I bet.

Fighting For Her

He's lying beside her and watching her sleep,
Wondering to himself, how much longer, this secret he could keep?
He needs to tell her, she needs to know,
That sooner or later he would have to go.
His fingers play with a curl of her hair, and then places it neatly behind her ear.
Shes so peaceful, so at ease, comfortable and with no fear.
And he can't help but wonder what it would be like for her, without him near...
Would she still sleep well at nights, or would she, for him shed many a tear.
He knew her too well...
Emotions, she hid from the world, come to haunt her at night.
And she'd wake up with a jolt and burry herself in his side.
But what would she do without him, when those ghosts of the day wait for her at dusk?
Whom will she seek comfort in, when it's only him that she trusts.
He's scared to tell her, he's scared to leave
In her heart a fear he doesn't wish to conceive.
But hiding this isn't doing him any good
He's running out of time to tell her, and he knows he really should.
He's deteriorating slowly and he's gonna grow weak soon
His bodys showing signs... He's growing less immune.
And if he doesnt tell her now, when he still has time to love,
He'll regret these last few months of his, when he's watching over her from above
So he lightly taps his sleeping lover,
An attempt to gently stir her awake.
She shifts a little and mumbles under the covers,
Something soft and innocent about a birthday cake.
And hes reminded again that it's his birthday tomorrow...
And here be was, about to fill her with sorrow.
He can't help but feel sick when he begins to wonder
That this will be his last birthday he'd be spending with her.
And so when she looks up at him with those shiney blue eyes,
All he wishes tonight, is that he'll remeber them when he dies
She asked him sleepily "What's wrong, is everything alright?"
"I just wanted to say, you'll always be mine"
and she looked at him suspiciously until he continued
"You'll always be mine till the end of time"
And he kissed her, hiding the truth from her yet again.
He'll protect her from the pain of it, not knowing till when.
He'll bear both their sorrow until the time is right.
And until then he'll stay strong for her, he wont give up the fight.

ALWAYS, for Eternity.

If it wasn't for him she'd be down on the ground
Sinking lower into the depths of pain and lonliness...
Left there to cry her emotions away...
After being dumped for no fault of hers.
She should have known she was being played
She should have known they never stay
But then a new life came along and now her life is a song
One that rings in her ears
One that drives away the fears
And wipes away the tears..
His touch could heal her growing pains,
the ones that came from the wounds on her skin
And also the ones she suffers from within.
For, his touch is not just an ordinary touch
It's so much more.
And if she knew better she'd give it a word
But it still wouldn't describe what she feels when he's around
He's her north star, her solid ground.
He keeps her up, standing tall
Even when, in this wild world, she feels small
He holds her like shes his very own
Cacooned in his arms, warm in his strong hold..
Cause even though she knows she's survived,
She still has nightmares, of the nights she's cried
And when those horrible memories come knocing at her mind
He's the one holding her from behind...
"I'll catch you if you fall, love" he whispers at night
"I'll never let you out of my sight"
And she closes her eyes and buries herself into his side.
Never more, her face to hide.
For she knows he's the one
He's stuck around long enough for her to be sure.
That however scarred or damaged she may be,
He'll be her shelter from the hail and snow
Her 'Always' for eternity.

Shadows of You

They say forgiveness is the best gift you could give someone when they've done you wrong.
Wrap it up with a bow and a kiss and everything will be okay again.
Everything will be back to normal.
Well, I did you wrong, and youre not around anymore for me to know what you think.
And well, I don't know what's normal anymore.
It isn't normal to let go of something you love..
All the more, when it's taken away from you, without your consent...
But what if I didn't really have a claim over it?
What happens then?
What if I didn't care for it enough, for it to feel a pinch? ; to think twice before walking into the abyss of light. Before leaving.
You're not here to tell me it's alright
And I can't help but wonder if it will ever be.
You left us with nothing but memories of you,
Pictures and gifts and crazy letters we wrote for fun.
Buts that all they are and will be.
Memories.
I could fill all of my four walls with photos of you but they will never be the same. Photos are mere paper.
Memories of the real you, are silhouettes dancing at the back of my mind right now.
But even dancing silhouettes of you don't seem to suffice.
You'd want us not to do this, of that I'm sure.
You'd want nothing more than for us to be happy.
I even know that you've sent forgiveness in a way that's too divine to be displayed.
But what if forgiveness isn't enough?
What then, are we supposed to hold on to, when every memory of your's is burnt into our minds and will never leave.
None of it is enough.
The memories, the words, the forgiveness...
Its all just there and I know it will always be.
I want more.
I deserve more.
but so did you...
And that's exactly what keeps  me from accepting all of this.. The fact that I let you slip through my fingers like the sand of the shore.
I have nothing left but hands covered in a brown sheen of soil.
Dirty. Ruined. Unworthy.
That's why all I really can do, is hope. Hope that someday I will learn to accept you're gone.
But until then... It's ur memories that will cling to me, that will remind me that none of this will ever be enough...
None of this will ever be what I miss the most.
'YOU'

The Labour Of Love

Who said a relationship is ever easy?
Every thing about it screams TROUBLE.
And if taking a step ahead,
Makes you feel nothing but scared...
Then you know love isn't just a kiss and a cuddle.
It's an equation to be solved,
Balancing each variable with passing days.
A give and a take, to make or break...
A relationship that could easily go either way.
At every step there is an effort involved.
A new day brings more issues to be solved.
Why then do people put themselves through such pain?
What is it, that they stand to gain?
Every two persons who wish to be together,
Dream of the future: an 'ALWAYS and FOREVER'
And when they take that extra effort to make things work,
They prove to the other just how much it's worth.
The Labour of Love, I believe,
gives one a unique emotion.
It's a joy of some kind that comes from devotion.
It's the joy of taking that extra step forward,
And knowing your better half will acknowledge the effort.
The Labour of Love is one that inspires.
Ignites a flame in your love that will never tire.
It's a labour that you, will one day comprehend...
Is the essence of a relationship that has no end.
So take that leap, go the extra mile,
Go out of your way to make your partner smile.
Do something sweet, say something kind...
The Labour of Love will branch into care and contentment combined.