Author has written 2 stories for Twilight, and Firefly.
Hello, Cynnamon speaking.
I'd like to tell you a little bit about me, for all those who care to know. However few you may be. Heck, actually I don't care if you care. I just like to hear myself talk ;P
I'm Billie and I've just recently turned 18, and I just can't seem to get used to the idea. Officially I'm Finnish, but I don't really consider myself to be of any particular nationality. More specifically I don't consider my identity to be tied to a country. I am bilingual, but I consider English to be my primary language, and as of summer 2009 it is my official mother tongue. Despite my moments when I can't seem to form a sentence without having to resort to mixing Finnish and English, which makes communicating with my extended family all sorts of difficult.
I'm currently suffering through high school. But what I want more than anything is to get out and continue my studies far, far away from Finland. This place is getting too small for me and I'm getting a mite more than a little jittery.
I would very much like to study cultural anthropology, or literature (my first love), or physics. My interests are wide spread but the study of how culture makes people behave is something that makes my heart beat a little faster, could it possibly be love? No that's just me picturing the disgusting ways people live their lives, and getting all worked up and ready find an explanation... I don't have a lot of faith in human kind.
As far as fanfiction goes, being the second great love of my life, I love reading it. Unfortunately I'm very inconsistent with my own writing. I'm always working on a project, but I never get whole works posted because I'm too much of a perfectionist to allow myself to post anything that I haven't written three different versions of first.
I'll pretty much read any genre, I'm not particularly picky. But I do show a certain preference for stories that show darker aspects. I can't abide stories that display Mary-sues’ or Gary-stus'. But I'm not saying that I'll go for all out angst. Not anymore at least. I'd like to say I outgrew full blown angst a while back. My thoughts for people who take things overboard with that stuff just make me classify the characters as 'weak' and 'whiny', and I can't stomach weak people, or people who lack common sense and a healthy amount of street smarts.
Now things you'll not see me write are fics on any movies or TV-shows other than Firefly and Buffyverse. This is because, well, I don't watch TV anymore. I'm not a patient girl, and TV tends to rub me the wrong way. Yet somehow Joss Whedon won over my heart with Angel and Spike, Mal Reynolds and River Tam and our very manly Jayne Cobb etc.
And something I will eventually get around to doing is posting a Harry Potter fanfic. The irony here is in the fact that I despise the books with all my heart. You know how I said I hate weak characters. Well Harry Potter consists of nothing but two dimensional, weak characters. The only character that I feel would have been worth my interest was Severus Snape, and then JKR wrote Deathly Hallows and made him a wuss. Now I know there won't be many who will agree with me here, but I have to get all of this out in the open.
You see, what JKR did was create a wonderful universe that has the potential of being something truly phenomenal. But she didn't recognise any of it. She did not explore her own world to an extent that would have been enough for me. I know that I am a very demanding person when it comes to quality and depth. JKR just doesn't cut it. The books are children's books, meant for people who want light reading. I very rarely want that.
The same irony applies to the Twilight series. It's fluff. It's not something I can even deign to rate as a novel. Bella is a prime example of a mary-sue. And Meyer made vampires cuddly wusses. How is that okay? I love vampires. I love vampires the way they're supposed to be; the way Anne Rice made them. Enough said.
Hope I haven't made anyone hate me too much. I'm saying a lot of harsh things here, but the main reason for this is simply that I have very high standards in literature. I read almost too much, and that affects the way I perceive things, makes me jaded to certain modes.
(As a side note I'd just like to say that through saying all this I'm showing that I have indeed read all seven HP's and all four of Twilight. Means not only that I do read crap on occasion, but that I did find them interesting enough to go all the way to the end. That or I just hate leaving things unfinished. ;D)
Now the little tidbit I had to drop out the other day: I'm not all too particular about gender when it comes to pairings. I have my times when I can't stand to read het fics and I have my times when slash is no good. The point is that it has to be well written. That's my only requirement. But I'll tell you what I hate anyway.
Above anything I hate it when one half of a gay relationship absolutely has to be written as a 'girl'. You know what I'm talking about. Long hair, overly effeminate features, girly disposition (especially during sex). If it follows this pattern I say you might as well cut one's dick off and make him a 'real girl'.
Now the second thing actually contradicts the first, and technically it doesn't even apply to slash. It's when you make a character that is originally male a female. If you want to write a pairing in which the characters are originally guys, suck it up and leave it be! If you don't want to write slash then pick two characters that actually are male and female, instead of two of either sex.
Feel free to drop a line to discuss any of the points I've made. Hell, feel free to give me a verbal bashing if you like; it's not healthy to keep it in. See you around.
29.10.09 - Ok so, it has been almost a year since I've updated Incarnate. The problem here was that I wrote the climax before the beginning and now I can't find the energy to write the build up stage of the story. So I'm finally going to put it on hold indefinitely, and hopefully I'll get back to it one day.
20.11.08 - Sorry about earlier. No new chapter for Incarnate. I'm currently writing three chapters simultaneously (I don't recommend this; very bad idea) and I've had to review the timeline. So I just had to fix a few discrepancies in the prologue (I may have an ocd, I just couldn't leave it be for now). So if you're sharp you'll have noticed that where I said Fourteen centuries before I now say Sixteen centuries. My apologies. Forgive me.
17.11.08 - Posted Incarnate to Twilight fandom. Enjoy.
Incarnate: ON HIATUS
Pairings: All canon pairings. Mainly BellaxEdward though.
Warnings: Slight violence may occur later on.
Official summary/teaser: Bella has memories of a prevoius incarnation. Her curiosity can no longer be checked, and she sets out to discover the nature of the Purpose she keeps remembering. To do that she must find the man she only knows as the Creator.
Informal summary: to be posted as story progresses.
External Links: This is where I found my information on eighteenth century clothing in case anyone's interested: http://www.apparelsearch.com/Definitions/Fashion/1750-1795_fashion_history.htm
About: Ok. Now I'm going to ramble a little on how this story came to be and all that.
I never actually planned on writing this this. I had written a few scenes here and there, but I hadn't actually thought of building a story out of it. Then one morning, today actually, I just sat down in front of my trusty laptop and started typing. The words for the prologue just seemed to write themselves. It's almost as if I had nothing to do with it. By the time I had written five pages I decided that it was time to stop. I then had to cleave the entire thing in two. It was getting a little wordy at that point. (Saved some of the omitted material but most of it was scrapped.) So, that's how in less than two hours I managed to build a rather impressive story line in my head.
I'm not going to make any promises on an update schedule, because when is school not hectic?
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
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