Fangirl, fanfic writer, extreme Remus/Sirius 'shipper, debunker of misinformation, and progressive politics nerd. My blog is mainly fandom stuff (mostly HP and WTNV) and social issues. Representation matters in my stories and in all media. 35, white, pan, cis (she/her/hers).
alternate storyline where the winter soldier’s mission is to get into steve’s pants
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
At 12, I was in the 6th grade. I would have blogged about how much I hated middle school. How mean the other kids were. About hanging out with my friends in the school library.
My fandom was history. I was particularly fascinated with General Custer and the Battle of the Little Bighorn at that time for some reason that I cannot recall. I read a lot of biographies and knew a lot of dates and facts.
I would have blogged a lot of pictures of beagles, because I desperately wanted a puppy.
At 20, I was living in Scotland with a bunch of medical students. I would have been blogging about the beautiful place I lived, and all the drunken shenanigans my friends and I got up to. There would also have been interesting anecdotes I learned as part of my Mediaeval History studies.
My main fandom at the time was probably Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. That was part of what drew me to Scotland in the first place, and I was actually very active on the Ladies of Lallybroch message board during this time.
I would probably have told y’all all about my hot Scottish boyfriend, and posted lots of pictures of my favourite gothy outfits.
This was only about a year before I got my first blog on LiveJournal.
At 10, I would have been blogging about saving the planet. I was a raging environmentalist nerd who loved nature and animals more than people. Pete Seeger, and my best friend Antares, were major influences at the time.
My fandom at that age would have been Robin Hood (books, not TV or movies). Edith Heal’s 1926 version and the Miles and Ambrus illustrated version were my favourites.
I would probably also have written a lot about the story I was “writing”. Mostly, it was a long-running fantasy-soap-opera-adventure that I imagined every night from about age 9 to 14, to put myself to sleep. Romance and witches and people turning into cats. Of course it starred me and my friends and all the boys we had crushes on.
I would probably have been to shy to blog much about my massive crush on Alex.