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Profile of a Ficwadian

by alligatorpie 3 reviews

Let's give this a shot...

Category: Panic! At The Disco - Rating: PG - Genres: Humor,Parody - Warnings: [!] - Published: 2013-01-21 - Updated: 2013-01-22 - 568 words - Complete

Profile of a Ficwaddian

Real Name: While my name on my profile, and what I sign at the end of my reviews and stories is 'Anna Whitlock', my real name is actually Allison. But I hate it, so...

Username: alligatorpie

Gender: Female

Country: US

City: Kansas City

Religion: Atheist

Relationship status: Single, because this super cute guy and I are 'in like', but he's a little bit in denial because he's 5 years older than me.

Favorite musicians/bands:
My Chemical Romance
Panic! At The Disco
Fall Out Boy
The Used
Cobra Starship
Gym Class Heroes
Alanis Morissette
Sarah McLachlan
The Academy Is...

Favorite Movies:
All of the Star Wars movies
All of the Harry Potter movies
All of the Underworld movies
Every super hero movie ever made (especially Batman and Spiderman)
Every musical ever made
Every Disney and/or Pixar movie ever made
Girl, Interrupted

Frank Iero
Gerard Way
Ray Toro
Mikey Way
LynZ way
Pete Wentz
Brendon Urie
Ryan Ross
My sister

Bandoms you write for: My Chemical Romance, Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy. I'll occasionally throw in Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, and Travie McCoy

Pairings you ship: Frerard, Frikey, Ryden, Rikey, Pikey.

Your favorite authors on here:

Your favorite fics on here so far or at the moment:
Anything by any of the authors listed above

Extra stuff: I'm bisexual, atheist, feminist, pro-choice, and vegetarian. If you don't ask, I'll keep my mouth shut. If you do ask, I'll give it to you straight, no sugar coating.

Sample of your writing:

His face was white, veins standing out harshly in contrast. His eyes were open and glassy, the life completely gone from them. Blood was trickling down his arms, dripping onto the white carpet below him. I looked closer at his arms, and saw that He had cut my name into his arm again, then “I’m sorry” into the other.

“So what are you going to do in the morning, Bren?” Hannah asked, casually leaning against Ryan’s side.

“Stop it.” I hissed, enraged.

“No. What are you going to do?” Hannah demanded.

“Shut up!” I screamed as tears started rolling down my face.

“No! What are you going to do?!” Hannah screamed back.

“I’m going to fucking save him!” I yelled.

“How?” Hannah asked at a normal volume.

“I’ll come here!”

“What are you going to tell him?”

“I’m going to tell him not to do it.”

“Wrong answer. Now he’s dead.” Hannah gave Ryan’s leg a gentle push, and his body swung back on forth on the rope.

“Stop it!” I screamed again.

“No. What are you going to tell him?” Hannah asked again.

“I’m going to tell him that there’s so much to live for! He can’t do this.”

“Wrong answer. Now he’s dead.” Hannah pushed his leg again, just as he’d stopped swinging.

I collapsed to the ground, sobbing into my hands.

“What are you going to tell him?” Hannah screamed down at me.

“I’m going to tell him that I still love him!” I screamed up at her, surprising myself. She smiled, though.

“Congratulations. You’re only almost the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”

- From 'The Ghost Of Brendon's Past', Chapter Eight: The Side Of You That I Never Knew

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