Hi, I had an old account (libby296)but I wanted to start anew so I've created another one. I'm sad to see my old one go, but I wanted to start afresh because I felt that it had turned into a bit of a mess.

I don't update very often and that's a terrible weakness, I know, I should be buried alive and then dug up and my remains salted, burned, and scattered to the winds, but I'm going to try.

Fingers crossed.

I want to be an author, a screenwriter, or a journalist - I just like to write.

I'm eighteen years old. British. Female. I live on tumblr and twitter. I take English Literature, English Language, History, and Theatre Studies at college. I have a fairly boring life...

I met a consulting detective whilst travelling to Erebor, whereupon I was kidnapped by a man with a bowtie who transported me to a school of magic. When I was there I met a prophet who introduced me to angels, who zapped me onto a rainbow bridge, where I was invited to a game of crochet, that happened to be being played on a pirate ship in the Caribbean. We were shipwrecked upon an island whereupon there lived an enchantress called Circe. Then, due to a series of unfortunate events, I got changed into a hedgehog before getting trapped in a bonfire, from which I was pulled out by the consulting detective who had bungee jumped into the flames before pulling me into his embrace. Suddenly, I remembered that Brisingr was still hidden in a cave, so we flew to Afghanistan where I battled Hydra and fought with a man in a tin can suit. Having won the battle, I flew to a magical hotspot in Ireland to replenish my energy where a twelve year old criminal mastermind and his manservant giant drugged and kidnapped me. They ransomed me to the Erudite faction for experiments, but before they could do so I shapeshifted into a fox and escaped into the world of the wardrobe where I ate Turkish delights and discussed my Lorien legacy, as well as my desire to return to Winterfell...

And then...




I woke up *sigh*