Well, well, well. What do we have here? Some weirdo fanfiction that I wrote years ago, when I was young, wild and enough of a paranoid Patricia to only write on Wattpad, whose lack of copy-and-pasting tool aids in the fight against plagiarists and all their crime. 

I imagined some  bizarre and humorous adventures of my friend and I at Hogsmeade; I flirted with Ron and Hermione; I wrote a strange tale consisting of a boy from Kids React and a girl from Planet Meepster. 

I will now turn my attentions to the world of BBC Sherlock, which would probably be better suited for ao3 and the like, but I find that it is for tumblrians with weird ships, and I do not have weird ships, and so will post here without shame. I am sure my writing will go unread, but do I give a stale cowpat? No; no I do not. 

How do I find people with the same interests as me? It still eludes me, and I am no more 'social' on social media than I am anywhere in the non-pixelated world, neither of which I find anybody as unapologetically strange as myself. 

But if you like to dream extraordinarily, if you like to write boundlessly, if you like to imagine and create with the ability to laugh at yourself, then it may just be that you too are a Meepster, and I welcome you to our journey in discovering how to hide our weirdness and retain an air of normality. 

Harry Potter, Sherlock, Hannibal, Better Call Saul, Doctor Who, The Sims.