Rebecca; 19; Venice, Italy. Nerd-y.
Sherlockian, Whovian, Potter Head. Hanging out in Camelot, rebelling in Panem, adventuring in the Shire. Hitchhiking in the Galaxy, gaming with thrones, fighting in Narnia.
Pressurized by the Crew, Hunted by Team Free Will, Avenged by Loki.
Keyblade wielder, Pokémon trainer, Layton's apprentice, Attorney on trial.
Shipper. Johnlocker. Roleplayer. Beware! NSFW blog, seldom tagged. Same with spoilers.
Ficwriter, a bad one.
Inconstant, incoherent, childish and changeable. Paranoid, immature, impatient. Very low self-esteem.
Befriend me at your patience's risk.
"A character doesn’t have a body, but it has a mind; a writer knows and understands this, and lets the characters borrow his own body, his hands, his pen to give them a voice, hoping they’ll be heard. And they will, by those who are interested in listening to them." - I’m in a really philosophical mood tonight