Ah, the blessing of writers... every character flaw, every pimple and pore...everything in you I see, shall be immortalized in fiction for eternity.
Flickering eyelids. Devilish smile. Another one trapped in my web of desire, hm...So who am I, then? To the ones who matter I'm a great friend, a fantastic lover, a libertine, a witch, a revolutionary, an inspiration, a contradiction, insane in the membrane, wonderfully real and existentially free. I live outside the box, I jump on the box, I crush it beneath my feet, and I'll stab it with a knife until it's shredded into little pieces. It's not about being different, it's about BEING no matter what anyone says. Creating a world of your own and standing by your right to create it even when faced with insurmountable odds.
I prefer sitting and listening instead of actually getting involved in the conversation. I adore musicals, classical music, reading, writing, role-playing, and using complicated words in my sentences to try and make myself sound intelligent... Definite anti-hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia. I'm addicted to the internet, but I find it's much better than real life. Real life is one of the few things I find that deserve my unconditional shunning.
I'm here to read fanfics and very possibly review them, nothing more. I used to write but... I've decided that I'll probably stick to Facebook role-play when it comes to that...
You know you're obsessed with Sweeney Todd when:
-Every little thing reminds you of Sweeney Todd, and when something doesn't, it still ends up reminding you because you think, "Wow, here's something that doesn't remind me of... Sweeney Todd!"
-You have the movie memorized.
-You sing 'A Little Priest' whenever you have pie for supper.
-Instead of saying 'the beach' you say 'by the sea'.
-You sing 'My Friends' to your razor and/or kitchen knives.
-You have to wait on the title screen of the DVD for the scream and blood splatter.
-Not only do you own the DVD and the soundtrack, you know the lyrics off by heart.
-You re-enact Helena's 'Worst Pies in London' in your own kitchen.
-You choke up whenever you read/hear/are introduced to someone named either: Sweeney/Benjamin/Lucy/Nellie/Lovett/Barker/Turpin/Toby/Todd
-You like to do the following past-times:
Blowing out your candle while combing out your hair
-Whenever you get into a discussion about movies with your friends, you're out to convince them Sweeney Todd is the BEST movie ever made. Even if they look at you like this O_O.
-You can't walk past a barber shop anymore without thinking of Sweeney Todd.
-You can't think of PIES, FLOUR or ROLLING PINS anymore without thinking of Mrs Lovett.
-When you're in the supermarket, you deliberately go searching in the frozen food section for meat pies. The little ones, mind.
-Every time you walk down to the sea, you start to hum/think of By the Sea. Believe me, it's hard.
-You've tried doing your hair Mrs Lovett's style-messy...and worn it outside.
-You want to name one of your kids after one of the Sweeney Todd characters.
-You've cosplayed/dressed up as one of the characters from Sweeney Todd.
-You've bought/made the following articles Helena wears in the movie: her black lace gloves, ribboned boots, black corset, red and white by the sea bustle dress...
-Give yourself a gold star if you wear the said articles OUTSIDE. In public. How's THAT for devoted? Or just plain nutty...
-You catch yourself thinking/talking like Mrs Lovett. "Wot, wot was that, love? Me ears isn't wot they once wos." "Now, where's that flamin' Mister T gone to?"