tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31651570891532874082024-03-19T14:03:25.659-04:00Dr. Cullen's Love ShackLisa Knappehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240697042695375119noreply@blogger.comBlogger822125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-14508299196766127802012-04-06T23:06:00.001-04:002012-04-06T23:07:25.414-04:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">You’re stuck in the car and the kids are driving you crazy. All you really want to do is escape, but where would you go, you’re trapped for at least a few more hours. Well, Lab Tech Andi can’t stand to see people suffer and has found several escapes for you. Just tread lightly to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the steady rhythm of “Relax” as performed by Freddie Goes To Hollywood and the password is “Calm”. Be Safe!<br />
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It was spring break and everyone had decided to go away for the week, even the authors were seeking inspiration elsewhere. So, I had the place all to myself and that hardly ever happened.<br />
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The chilly room still held on to the faint smell of last night’s pizza and even though the sun was slowing sinking into the horizon, I had yet to turn on a light. Instead, I sat wrapped up in the fluffiest blanket I owned, curled around my tablet, and reached for a soda in the cooler I’d put beside the couch. I was so engrossed in the words on the screen, I nearly had a heart attack when the knock on the door echoed loudly through the room.<br />
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“One minute!” I called, attempting to untangle myself from my cocoon and walk to the door.<br />
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“What’s the password?” <br />
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“Rachel Lee” I heard a male voice call from the other side.<br />
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“You’re who?”<br />
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“I’m John Varela,” he said handing me a business card. “Licensed Massage Therapist, I was hired by a Rachel Lee last week for a man named Andy?”<br />
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“Oh, well I’m the only Andi here and I’m not a man. Did you happen to see this ‘Rachel’ person? Maybe that would help us figure this out. ” As I waved him inside to make us both more comfortable, my phone beeped indicating that I had a text. I flipped on the light and pulled my phone out of my pocket. The text was from Alice. I rolled my eyes.<br />
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“John is there to give you a massage because you’ve been sitting in that lab for two days. IT’S UNHEALTHY!”<br />
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I typed back, “Who’s Rachel?”<br />
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“The name on the credit card I used, which is irrelevant. And there are some clean clothes in the closet, please put those on and throw out the rags you’re current in. You’re worthless on your own.”<br />
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It buzzed in response. “You are, now show John where to setup.”<br />
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<i>Bossy little pixie</i>, I said to myself, sliding my phone back into my pocket and my phone buzzed again. I didn’t bother looking at it; I already knew it was Alice. I turned back to John who was patiently awaiting any sort of instruction. <br />
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“That was my friend Rachel, letting me know she’d scheduled you to come here. You can setup over there and I’ll be right back.”<br />
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Without a single word, he walked over to where I pointed and began setting up his massage table. If Alice had known a week ago that I’d be sitting around why didn’t she say something? Vampires can be so weird some times.<br />
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Let me say that John was very good at his job working out knots I didn’t even know I had, which made me wonder if the Cullen’s ever had massages even though I was positive they never needed it. So all the stories I found this week have a little bit of therapy in them. Relax and enjoy!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGzECAXyjbfAyZNPIFugYD2rYWvL5tsfLVkE-eb1MEaX3Mpoi6qEI77FVU-Hkx1ReNq0YgPV7IrfmKLLEEFS5JuMTU7H9ImN_IIgAjIDnta_QRv8pvhD9HV5swoQCT_OnHWzgEivBc1Fs/s1600/twilight-breaking-dawn-part-1-wedding-krsiten-stewart-and-robert-pattinson-41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGzECAXyjbfAyZNPIFugYD2rYWvL5tsfLVkE-eb1MEaX3Mpoi6qEI77FVU-Hkx1ReNq0YgPV7IrfmKLLEEFS5JuMTU7H9ImN_IIgAjIDnta_QRv8pvhD9HV5swoQCT_OnHWzgEivBc1Fs/s200/twilight-breaking-dawn-part-1-wedding-krsiten-stewart-and-robert-pattinson-41.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>This first tale titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6613085">Massage Therapy</a>” by Gemgirl65, reaches deep down to dig out all your secrets. "I knew I was in trouble the minute I saw her naked back." As a therapist by day, musician by night, Edward gets more than he bargained for when indie label scout Bella is referred to his firm for treatment. One touch will unravel their secrets...but Bella’s not the only one holding things in. Are they ready to expose everything?<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6613085">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6613085</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6037621">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6037621</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5448423">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5448423</a><br />
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Since the point of any massage is to relax, I’m going to suggest something to get you there without therapist called “The Relaxer” <br />
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Ingredients<br />
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1 1/2 oz. Rum, coconut<br />
1 splash Schnapps, peach<br />
1 1/2 oz. Vodka<br />
1 splash Cranberry Juice<br />
Fill with Pineapple Juice<br />
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Mixing Instructions<br />
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Add all the ingredients to a hurricane glass, transfer to a shaker. Shake with ice and pour back into the glass.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-68491637714231987382012-03-30T22:55:00.000-04:002012-03-30T22:55:56.325-04:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">I know it's spring break for most of you and although you may be partyin' hard, you can't party the whole time. For those times in-between gettin' your groove on, Lab Tech Andi had found a few things to feed your other addiction and get you in the mood too. So dance your way to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the quick and complicated rhythm of Paul Gilbert’s “Technical Difficulties" and the password is "Rockstar". Be Safe!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnaByM2hTdLG7B8yup7-fRNUsvA8vHeFbTevagH-yYxhnajVpxVeiwuJuAJigO5BTf7wvruatpsyOBQZXrJLASeMmBu1aQ6EdXmj6mGaQhTRF2NFJwAVWRtPC52elwreBRln9rPRhHBao/s1600/txt_l8er_campaign_09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnaByM2hTdLG7B8yup7-fRNUsvA8vHeFbTevagH-yYxhnajVpxVeiwuJuAJigO5BTf7wvruatpsyOBQZXrJLASeMmBu1aQ6EdXmj6mGaQhTRF2NFJwAVWRtPC52elwreBRln9rPRhHBao/s320/txt_l8er_campaign_09.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I was laughing so hard I couldn't see through my tears. Jasper and Bella were doubled over too. We were eventually able to calm ourselves, until Jasper started up again, at which point we were all a lost cause.<br />
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"You cheat!"<br />
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"I do not cheat! I don't need to cheat!"<br />
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"You do cheat!"<br />
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I'm sure you're wondering what on earth could have possibly been so funny; I should probably tell you where it started. A few months ago, Jasper had managed to hack the code for Guitar Hero so that he could load or change the songs, making them more suitable for their vampire speed. Jasper and Bella had been testing it out in the lab when Emmett walked in on them. From then on, it was all over. <br />
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Emmett had challenged everyone at least once to a Hero battle and he'd beaten them too. That is until he decided to challenge Rose to a Hero play-off, over confident that he'd shred her. Was he ever wrong!<br />
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Jasper had loaded a bunch of new songs, created insanely complex fret combinations, and increased the tempo. To a human player, this game would have been impossible.<br />
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For the last hour, Rose had completely annihilated Emmett in this epic round of Guitar Hero and if they could sweat, Emmett would have been dripping. As it was, he just looked crazy as his fingers moved up and down the plastic guitar and he danced around in front of the television.<br />
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We managed to get calmed down enough for me to breathe and that's when Emmett started complaining that Rose was cheating, making Jasper start laughing again which was making the rest of us laugh again.<br />
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"Okay! Okay!" I said to the group. "Why don't you guys take a break, so that I won't die of suffocation."<br />
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Jasper looked at Bella and asked, "Wanna play a round?"<br />
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"Sure," Bella replied jumping up from her seat and taking the guitar Rose had.<br />
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Jasper started walking toward Emmett "Alright Em, give me the guitar."<br />
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"No!" Emmett nearly yelled clutching the thing to his chest like the Hobbit with his precious. "I can play Bella."<br />
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"Come on, Baby." Rose said in Emmett's direction and he glared at her. "Fine, but I bet you can't beat me to Lake Pleasant." she casually stated walking toward the door.<br />
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"We'll see about that!" He said as he flew out the door when Rose opened it and I swear I heard her growl just a little as she followed after him.<br />
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Listening to all that guitar playing, kinda got me in the mood for some rock and roll, so all these tales have a little bit rock and a whole lot of roll. Enjoy!<br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5153711">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5153711</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5721107">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5721107</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4542186">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4542186</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6566267">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6566267</a><br />
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In order to read these funky little fics, you should be partyin' like a rockstar with a drink that sound like a band name! I give you "Midnight Sun":<br />
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Ingredients<br />
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1 oz. Brandy, apricot<br />
1 oz. Triple Sec (Cointreau)<br />
2 oz. Vodka<br />
1 oz. Grenadine<br />
1/2 oz. Lemon Juice<br />
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Mixing Instructions<br />
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Shake all ingredients with ice; strain into a cocktail glass.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-77865249571979467242012-03-17T08:00:00.003-04:002012-03-17T08:00:09.077-04:00::Team Twilight:: Story Teller Saturday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">May your day be touched by a bit of Irish luck, brightened by a song in your heart, and warmed by the smiles of the people you love. And if you find you're in need of a little bit of green to keep from getting pinched, come to the door at the back of the shack, it’s been painted green just for today, knock your favorite Celtic tune and the password is "Ireland". Be Safe! <br />
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Giggling from my musings, I heard the door swiftly open and close. I turned toward the door, expecting to see one of my usual visitors, but was surprised to find three complete strangers standing in my lab.<br />
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“Oh, Hello!” I exclaimed. “Is there something I can do for you?” I rose to walk toward them and they likewise turned in my direction. The two tallest of them both had dark hair while the smallest one had hair the color of fire, as I got closer I saw their eyes, all three were red.<br />
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With a gasp, I froze; my heart beating out of my chest. The tall dark haired woman moved with purpose toward me, stretching out her hand and smiling. “Well, I’m Siobhan, this is Liam and Maggie. Are you, Andi?”<br />
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“Yes.” I squeaked out without taking a breath.<br />
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“Carlisle said it would be alright if we visited ya while we were here for the Irish holiday that Alice has planned.” She said in a rush and I let out my breath in a whoosh and attempted a smile.<br />
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“No boher blade,” Liam said as he joined his mate. “Take her handy.”<br />
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“What?” I asked a little confused. <br />
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Maggie giggled and then explained, “He was thankin’ ya fer the welcome and sayin ya had nutin to worry o’er. I love yer author, so creative! I just ne’er see any Irish ones, are ye none?”<br />
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“You know Maggie, I’ve never looked before. If you don’t have to hurry off, we could take a look and see what we find.” I offered. “I’d love the help.”<br />
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Maggie started jumping up and down excitedly and looked to Siobhan, “Bang on! Mind?”<br />
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“Nah, that’d be fine.” Siobhan said and they all looked to me. <br />
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“Excellent!” I said and turned back to my desk. “Let me grab a few laptops and I’ll get you guys set up.”<br />
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I could hear them muttering to each other behind me while I ran around the lab, but it was far too fast for me to understand a single word. I took a deep breath still trying to get my frantic heart to slow as three monitors flickered to life.<br />
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It was fun to have foreign visitors in the lab for a little while and I hope the tales they helped me find are ones you’ll enjoy because they all have a little bit of Ireland in them. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3vA8N79oz6665p7Qz5tmONrvFsligf5kKCEYp6mSyFZ2Xmo4miYlj0gREUHsmBqVToPK1BmUSHGFT1unrvlIIKgdJX1x98fZO0GNnyDUhCBRPZMcUgxCuYs_Tm_rnR2LAzETXlPOY8MK/s1600/010kl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3vA8N79oz6665p7Qz5tmONrvFsligf5kKCEYp6mSyFZ2Xmo4miYlj0gREUHsmBqVToPK1BmUSHGFT1unrvlIIKgdJX1x98fZO0GNnyDUhCBRPZMcUgxCuYs_Tm_rnR2LAzETXlPOY8MK/s200/010kl.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>This first yarn I have to deal ya is one that’s simply delicious called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6861614">This Life</a>” by CaraNo The year is 2010, but ye old traditions are still upheld, especially in those small communities. Boys ask permission to start a courtin’ a girl and marriages are arranged for power or money instead of love. Of course when the boys that come around are the infamous Irish Cullen brothers, Edward and Emmett, there’s a mighty bit of wooing even though the girls have no other choice. That’s not the only thing because they’ll have to come to terms with the very real Cullen lifestyle.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6861614">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6861614</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6956775">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6956775</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5872364">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5872364</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6329517">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6329517</a><br />
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To go along with all these Irish yarns, I think I’d recommend this drink called a “Celtic Twilight”<br />
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Ingredients: <br />
1oz Frangelico<br />
1oz Irish Cream<br />
1oz Irish Whiskey <br />
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Mixing Instructions:<br />
Mix together with crushed ice in a glass and garnish with mint leaves<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-54436831003333106682012-03-09T22:14:00.000-05:002012-03-09T22:14:31.100-05:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">"My hands, they're strong but my knees were far too weak." Oh, how my knees grow weak at the very thought of my muses and the more I read the more I crave. But thankfully, there's plenty to feed my addiction, so as we burn together Lab Tech Andi will always try to help fight back the flames. Following the sounds floating through the forest to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the heart-breaking beat of "Set Fire to the Rain" as sung by Adele and the password is "Burning". Be Safe!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfyaMMl0lmXJ_8-am2x-zenDu6xbrUXuV99ESuBKdFH5ARN2QbyXM0ac_Z7EGuDz_-TZe11LhQNfuBVRxh6Iz3w3RBYDoUxO5BKcQQ_F9y-UKq3wlGpXIMa6VKnrKY9xtdiFIgAFLoNi6/s1600/renesmee-twilight-series-24711044-512-800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfyaMMl0lmXJ_8-am2x-zenDu6xbrUXuV99ESuBKdFH5ARN2QbyXM0ac_Z7EGuDz_-TZe11LhQNfuBVRxh6Iz3w3RBYDoUxO5BKcQQ_F9y-UKq3wlGpXIMa6VKnrKY9xtdiFIgAFLoNi6/s400/renesmee-twilight-series-24711044-512-800.jpg" width="255" /></a></div>I was still at least a mile away from the shack, but even with my very human ears, I could make out the faint wailing of a female voice. The closer I got, the wailing turned into indistinct words, and then eventually into a clear melody. I parked my car when I finally made it all the way to the little building in the middle of the woods and got out. <br />
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I could visibly see the rattling of the windows from the loud music that was fighting to escape the confines of the shack. With a great deal of caution, I approached the door and pushed it open, the music nearly knocking me over. In front of the still open door, I dropped everything I had in my heads, throwing them over my ears in a vain attempt to block out any of the noise and made my way toward the source of this torture. I gathered up all the strength I had in me and swiftly shot out my right hand, extending my index fingers and pressing the power button, ceasing all sound.<br />
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Silence.<br />
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The music had been so loud, that once I'd turned it off, I couldn't hear anything. Not the birds, or crickets, or the sound of footsteps behind me, so when I felt a hand come to land on my shoulder, it all but stopped my heart completely.<br />
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I turned to see a much taller Nessie standing behind me and I could see her mouth moving, but I couldn't hear a single word. "What?" I yelled in her direction. And she looked at me confused, and then held up a single finger signaling me to wait. I stood still as she walked to stand directly in front of me and placing her palm on the side of my face, stealing my vision.<br />
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"You turned off my music." Nessie stated very clearly.<br />
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"IT WAS TOO LOUD," I shouted back at her, still trying to compensate for my hearing loss. In the vision, my mouth didn't move though and I started to laugh. She frowned a little, so I calmed my laughter and attempted to talk to her in a normal tone. "Nessie, it was way too loud. Why are you listening to it in here anyway?"<br />
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"Jake got me Adele's album a few weeks ago and I really love it," she explained, a smile replacing her frown. "But the songs make Mom and Dad sad, so they won't let me play it. Then I remembered that no one would be here for a while, so came here." She looked down as if she was ashamed and dropped her hand. <br />
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I experienced a little bit of vertigo as my vision returned, slamming me back into my own body and I grabbed the counter. "O.K. then! I'll make a deal with you," I explained and she nodded her head to let me know she understood. "You can play your music here so long as you play it at a reasonable level. Deal?"<br />
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She squealing and hugged me quickly, then dashed around me to turn down the volume. She pressed play and the next thing I heard is Adele's voice belt out "<i>I let it fall, my heart...</i>"<br />
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Surrounded by Nessie's latest obsessions, I found it interesting at the number of fics I found with the same title. Therefore, all the dealings this week have been inspired by one song and all three are completely different, which I found absolutely fascinating. Enjoy!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2U4KCSezzsGTA85N41nBHPXMGGEVQWWYHU46lVR7e9jWOAecAmAIFbItVSCumIiwH_XyJVM5phV4DVVTb_lFcVU3shuCSKT4Z1jGgw9m7jgoe_dwoWnrkqiUBTq8xvzfujXQjceN2Pg32/s1600/pattinson-stewart-bw_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2U4KCSezzsGTA85N41nBHPXMGGEVQWWYHU46lVR7e9jWOAecAmAIFbItVSCumIiwH_XyJVM5phV4DVVTb_lFcVU3shuCSKT4Z1jGgw9m7jgoe_dwoWnrkqiUBTq8xvzfujXQjceN2Pg32/s200/pattinson-stewart-bw_l.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>This first version of “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6836434">Set Fire to the Rain</a>” is by the ever talented One Brave Lamb. In this alternate New Moon canon tale, Bella was broken after Edward left her. She’s wallowed in misery, until a startling revelation changed everything. "He left me. He lied. He broke my heart and acted as if he simply didn't care. But, simply stated, I let him." Now, whether they can hear her or not, she’s going to tell the Cullen’s exactly how much they hurt her. What she never expected, was for Alice to show up before she could press send. This fic has some interesting twists in it as it plays with the original story line.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6836434">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6836434</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7299286">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7299286</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7056954">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7056954</a><br />
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Keeping with this burning theme, I think we should have a fiery drink, called a “Burning Sky”. Drink with caution, you set this drink on fire!<br />
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Ingredients<br />
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1/2 oz. Amaretto<br />
1 oz. Irish Cream (Bailey's)<br />
1 oz. Curacao, blue<br />
1/2 oz. Rum, overproof/151 proof<br />
1/2 oz. Sambuca<br />
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Mixing Instructions<br />
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In a cocktail glass pour the Sambuca, Amaretto, and 151. In a highball glass pour the blue Curacao and Bailey's. Light the contents of the cocktail glass on fire, add the contents of the highball glass. Drink through a straw, and don't catch yourself on fire.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-22212046547195865372012-03-02T21:53:00.000-05:002012-03-02T21:53:21.220-05:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.” You need a distraction? Heaven knows I need a distraction, so who better to distract you than a few tales Lab Tech Andi’s mixed together with a dash of Dr. Seuss. Feel free to skip (I promise we won’t laugh) to the blue door behind the shack, knock the rockin’ guitar beat of “You’re a Mean One, My Grinch” as played by Gary Hoey and the password is “Green Ham”. Be Safe!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5Fvpu48B3KUBO0u1_43c1TKFPj79AkILVAgS980avA8_WuSDDoTaPnOz64OLNprESM0WsU-URLpGQsd-p1OKoos8PXvjDGK-VtXhvaiDjNSffDaBG-R6B5VDyZO7QaHfadqUp_uPQFKQ/s1600/Twilight_by_Dr_Seuss-285x450.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5Fvpu48B3KUBO0u1_43c1TKFPj79AkILVAgS980avA8_WuSDDoTaPnOz64OLNprESM0WsU-URLpGQsd-p1OKoos8PXvjDGK-VtXhvaiDjNSffDaBG-R6B5VDyZO7QaHfadqUp_uPQFKQ/s400/Twilight_by_Dr_Seuss-285x450.png" width="252" /></a></div>“It’s a very special day! Do you know why? Can you guess?” Alice stood there before me with her hair all a mess.<br />
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“What’s the matter, Alice? You never look this way! What could possibly be so special about this cold and rainy day?” I ran to get her a towel and a brush for her hair. She finished with them quickly then through them in a chair.<br />
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“It’s Dr. Seuss’s Birthday! He’d be a hundred and eight today!” She giggled as she continued, “Did you know I met him once, by the way?”<br />
“You met Dr. Seuss?” I asked quite surprised. <br />
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“Oh, yes! He was funny and called me pint-sized.”<br />
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“Everyone calls you that, just because you’re so small, but we’d love you just the same even if you were ten feet tall.” She looked very excited as we sat down together, then I decided to ask, “So what brings you out in this weather?”<br />
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She fidgeted a little then looked at me with glee, “I had to ask so that you might come and see ‘The Lorax’ with me.”<br />
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“Sure, Alice! You know I can’t pass up a cartoon! But why not take Nessie, or Bella, or Emmett, the buffoon?”<br />
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“Nessie thinks it’s stupid. The rhyming drives her crazy. Then the futures for Bella and Emmett are hazy. They must be hanging out with Jacob and the pack. Or maybe they just went out to get a little snack. But I hate going to the movies all alone,” she explained quite clearly in her soothing bell tone.<br />
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“Ok, well I have a treat for you! There’s a Dr. Seuss version of Twilight, I bet you never knew.”<br />
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“Here it was posted as a comment on this page. For what if Twilight was written by authors of an older age?”<br />
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Twilight, by Dr. Seuss (Unicycle really)<br />
Jake likes a girl. Her name is Bella. <br />
Bella likes a different fella.<br />
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See this vamp? This is Ed. <br />
Ed is pale. Ed is dead.<br />
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Ed saved Bella from a van. <br />
Ed must be a special man.<br />
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Ed won't kill boys. He won't kill girls. <br />
Ed gets fed on deer and squirrels.<br />
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This is James. He's a tracker. <br />
He's a sort of vamp attacker.<br />
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James hunts Bella for a thrill. <br />
Will Ed kill him? Yes, he will.<br />
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But James gave her a little bite. <br />
Will she be a vamp? She might!<br />
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Edward fixes Bella's cut. <br />
She won't be a vampire. <br />
But...<br />
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She becomes one. Read some more. <br />
She's a vampire in book 4.<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://io9.com/5872490/if-famous-writers-had-written-twilight?comment=45635741#comments">http://io9.com/5872490/if-famous-writers-had-written-twilight?comment=45635741#comments</a></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Es_G-mV_3DVRrXO7e3mStpl21p7MFRvb7fHtg_Y4eeYjxbDrIdwqWOl0iy2hoCo_cUP3HDizxt4EuGToqa0BxL4kMVAnp-pYrBkcfWP_Z99hm3a2tCUH-LC1G94HIES9KHbmAsXOFrMH/s1600/001ag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Es_G-mV_3DVRrXO7e3mStpl21p7MFRvb7fHtg_Y4eeYjxbDrIdwqWOl0iy2hoCo_cUP3HDizxt4EuGToqa0BxL4kMVAnp-pYrBkcfWP_Z99hm3a2tCUH-LC1G94HIES9KHbmAsXOFrMH/s320/001ag.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>“I really liked that one! Are there any more?” Alice asked me animatedly as I looked towards the floor.<br />
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“I’ve only found one other tale that has that Seussical rhyme, so I think I’ll pimp it here in this little post of mine.”<br />
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“Perfect!” Alice shouted which startled me just a bit. “If you hurry up, I’m certain we be able to make it!”<br />
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“Make what?” I asked Alice just a little confused.<br />
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“The movie, silly Andi!” and she looked quite amused.<br />
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“If you help me, I know we’ll quickly get this knocked out.”<br />
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Then she stood with a wink, “Then let’s stop messing about.”<br />
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So, Alice helped me pick out all of my stories and the writers below deserve all of the glories for putting in so much time for their work, reading them all was just a small perk.<br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4772216">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4772216/</a><br />
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“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.” ~Dr. Seuss<br />
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In my second little deal, the characters have lots of questions. In this tale titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5651526/">Leave the Pieces</a>” by heather dawn it has lots of suggestions. When Edward Masen enlisted in the U.S. Army at age eighteen, he had no idea that he would meet the love of his life before he got out. Tragedy strikes and Edward will be faced with a decision. Fight for his Country or fight for her heart?<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5651526/">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5651526/</a><br />
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“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” ~Dr. Seuss<br />
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<a href="http://w.fanfiction.net/s/6766438/">http://w.fanfiction.net/s/6766438/</a><br />
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Continuing with my Seussy like post I think, we must have a Dr. Seussy like drink. Look here! Look here! See what I found! “Green eggs” all around!<br />
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Ingredients<br />
1 shot Irish Cream (Bailey's)<br />
1/2 shot Creme de Menthe, green<br />
1 shot Vodka<br />
3/4 glass Milk<br />
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Mixing Instructions<br />
Shake ingredients in a cocktail shaker with ice. Pour into a highball glass over ice.<br />
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“Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.” ~Dr. Seuss<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-87449150852906760082012-02-24T21:38:00.000-05:002012-02-24T21:38:40.768-05:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">"No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves." What is it about the words that draw us in? Makes us want? I know you want too and Lab Tech Andi’s found tales you’ll crave. So walk with much caution to the blue door at the back of the shack, pound the heavy beat of “Bring me to Life” by Evanescence and the password is “Undead”. Be Safe!<br />
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There was a tap tap tapping filling the space that was absent of all other sounds. A female voice answered, “Oh she’s fine.”<br />
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“But she’s not blinking or moving. Hell, she’s barely breathing and I hear her whimper every once in a while. Have you checked her?”<br />
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“Listen to her pulse, she’s perfectly fine.” Then I heard a chair scrape across the floor followed by an exasperated sigh, “it’s that story she’s reading. She’s been like that since yesterday. ”<br />
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There was now a different tapping, one of light footsteps crossing the room and then a door opened and closed. A slight breeze rustled through my hair breaking my concentration. I looked up to find a bottle of water dangling in front of my face. “Oh! Thanks Alice!” I said taking the bottle from her and tipping it back.<br />
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“You’re welcome” she replied then I heard her walk back over to the desk.<br />
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“That’s so weird!” I heard the voice again and turned my head to see Emmett staring at me like a lab rat. I raised my hand and waved to him then turned back to my story.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Es_G-mV_3DVRrXO7e3mStpl21p7MFRvb7fHtg_Y4eeYjxbDrIdwqWOl0iy2hoCo_cUP3HDizxt4EuGToqa0BxL4kMVAnp-pYrBkcfWP_Z99hm3a2tCUH-LC1G94HIES9KHbmAsXOFrMH/s1600/001ag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Es_G-mV_3DVRrXO7e3mStpl21p7MFRvb7fHtg_Y4eeYjxbDrIdwqWOl0iy2hoCo_cUP3HDizxt4EuGToqa0BxL4kMVAnp-pYrBkcfWP_Z99hm3a2tCUH-LC1G94HIES9KHbmAsXOFrMH/s200/001ag.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>“It’s usually the smutty vamp tales that make her like that,” Alice told Emmett. “She’ll be back to normal tomorrow.”<br />
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“Hmmm,” Emmett thought aloud, “maybe this is a story I should get Rose to read.”<br />
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Another breeze whooshed passed me and the room was once again filled with the tap tap tapping from a keyboard.<br />
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I’m usually so wrapped up in human tales that I have a hard time finding vampire tales I like, so I thought I’d bring you a few really fun and wonderful alternate universe vampire fics. Enjoy!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMisLGtHqKY8KpP_tNjXb5flOkE0hL56ufrTiY8iz5G9vfqbYkuroMXIUk2iauwGhVEof0hOt_1A3Fm5GBIYCb4BUd7L3fSfDJF1anw0CsaGRrFJWc2WlWfNCPo8zSZ5DrmJcsfu2OdPv/s1600/eclipse-bella-twilight-love-3499037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMisLGtHqKY8KpP_tNjXb5flOkE0hL56ufrTiY8iz5G9vfqbYkuroMXIUk2iauwGhVEof0hOt_1A3Fm5GBIYCb4BUd7L3fSfDJF1anw0CsaGRrFJWc2WlWfNCPo8zSZ5DrmJcsfu2OdPv/s200/eclipse-bella-twilight-love-3499037.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The first tale is one that will really take a bite out of you called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5924138">The Singer and The Sorrow</a>” by MG2112. There are some tortures so evil that one lifetime of suffering is just not enough. If there is one person who knows this, it’s Edward Cullen. As if simply being a monster was not enough, he’s been cursed, making it impossible for him to be reunited with his soul. But this time it’s different, this time she’s different. This time he can talk to her, this time she knows him and this time instead of him trying to find her, she’s spent her whole life trying to find him. Maybe this will change everything.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5924138">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5924138</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6496106">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6496106</a><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEoTNG0dkc4LOUKYt85rJrhBViiPR1d4bA-Esx3LI47ajlFEwR9z4HznVidD7VWfXNjFwKYdevSiFmuq1F8IaNWDMkaAVm-Y3sXQd2_0RXNxbYiAD-oZcKLaViAwd4npQP19tvYFyYZs8N/s1600/59072_149235301775581_149041011795010_287871_7425416_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEoTNG0dkc4LOUKYt85rJrhBViiPR1d4bA-Esx3LI47ajlFEwR9z4HznVidD7VWfXNjFwKYdevSiFmuq1F8IaNWDMkaAVm-Y3sXQd2_0RXNxbYiAD-oZcKLaViAwd4npQP19tvYFyYZs8N/s200/59072_149235301775581_149041011795010_287871_7425416_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Finally, I found an excellent vampire alternate universe tale titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5799255">The Meteor</a>” by BixieR. Aro has grown bored and wants the Denali clan to come for a visit, but there’s a small problem, they’ve added a gifted member that they don’t want the Volturi to know about just yet and they don’t want to leave her alone. So what the Cullen’s once thought was going to be an ordinary day turns into some entirely different. What they find is a young girl with the control of a much older vampire who has closed herself off to everything that this new world holds. What’s keeping her from embracing this new life? Will Edward be able to help her recover from her own mind? Will the Denali’s be able to keep their secret from Aro?<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5799255">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5799255</a><br />
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To go along with all these biting stories, I’ll think we need something with a little bite of its own an “Irritable Grizzly”<br />
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½ oz Cinnamon Schnapps<br />
1 oz Raspberry Vodka<br />
6-8 oz Ginger Ale<br />
Splash of Rose’s Grenadine for color<br />
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Pour everything into a collins glass. Stir gently. Fill with ice and garnish with a cherry.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-36030242914584111412012-02-10T21:31:00.000-05:002012-02-10T21:31:28.396-05:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">“I hope you've got enough sleep these last 18 years 'cause you won't be getting anymore for a while.” If you’re even half as excited, I know you won’t be getting any sleep either. But just in case you’ll actually be waiting a few days to see the movie Lab Tech Andi has picked out a few Valentine’s for you to enjoy while you wait. So skip or bounce, if you must, to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the energetic beat of “I’m so excited” by The Pointer Sisters and the password is “It’s Time”. Be Safe!<br />
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“What’s here?”<br />
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“The DVD RELEASE DAY!! IT’S FINALLY HERE!!!” I was literally bouncing off the walls with excitement. Emmett just laughed at me.<br />
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“Wow Alice, She’s like a human version of you, only taller.” Emmett laughed while Alice glared back at him. <br />
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“There’s no way I’m that bad! What did she do? Eat an entire bag of coffee beans?” Alice shook her head.<br />
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“I thought she was going to help us plan something for Valentine’s Day, but Andi looks like she needs a sedative.”<br />
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Alice moved to stand in front of me and grabbed my arms to stop me from jumping, “Stop it, you’re making me tired and I don’t get tired.”<br />
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“But it’s here, Alice!!” I yelled at her.<br />
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“Technically, it’s not until tomorrow, so you need to calm yourself down woman! There’s a post to put out!” Alice tried to reason with me. It really wasn’t any use though.<br />
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“Semantics, Alice! Soon, I’ll have my DVD and I’ll be watching that for 2 days straight, so stop being Debbie Downer, I’m too excited!!!” I started bouncing again the second she let go and again she shook her head at me.<br />
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“Well, do you have any stories to recommend this week? I mean it is Friday.”<br />
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Emmett laughed again and then asked, “And are you going to help me with my Valentine plans for Rose?”<br />
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I jumped over in his direction, “Yep!” Then tapped his nose with my finger; he laughed again.<br />
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“It’s like she’s high.” He said to Alice ignoring me.<br />
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“I think she’ll get it all done if we just leave her alone. Let’s go,” Alice said turning toward the door.<br />
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“But what if she does something funny?” Emmett asked following Alice.<br />
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“She won’t, trust me.” Then they shut the door behind them and left me to my jumping.<br />
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Ok, I realize that it’s the weekend before Valentine’s Day and with the DVD release of Breaking Dawn coming out, you’re time will be limited, so all my deals this week are light and short, but not all are lemon free. Enjoy!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8eJ513XxRllRwO-eCYUwGjt9AmaCawO9rXwJo_k8K7TO6BOY0MHcaavdazD89ZrBTq-VjZiFiWTJy81mWiDOfjSZxnTqzd-_HJgp2A3o67FOdZf40H0nKhyphenhyphen1kCqPQBjn237Hv2riGtxC1/s1600/010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8eJ513XxRllRwO-eCYUwGjt9AmaCawO9rXwJo_k8K7TO6BOY0MHcaavdazD89ZrBTq-VjZiFiWTJy81mWiDOfjSZxnTqzd-_HJgp2A3o67FOdZf40H0nKhyphenhyphen1kCqPQBjn237Hv2riGtxC1/s320/010.jpg" width="319" /></a></div>My first little valentine is a spicy little tale called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5681116">Boycotting Valentine's Day</a>” by jennlynnfs. As Valentine's Day approaches, Bella’s choosing to hang out with her best friend Alice instead of trying to settle on any of the morons that cross her path on a day to day basis. Together they decide to boycott Valentine's Day and Non-Valentine's Day activities are planned, including no boys. But what if Alice's brothers, Edward and Emmett, come along. They don’t count, right?<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5681116">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5681116</a><br />
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My next little valentine is a fluffy oneshot tale called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4804962">Be Mine, Miss Valentine?</a>” by Raptured Ignorance. In this all human tale, Valentine’s Day at Forks High School isn't usually this fun and Bella isn’t one for the romantic stuff. But roses mean everything, and a special note leaves Miss Bella Swan breathless. This is such a cute fic and parts of it will make you wonder if it’s really AU.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4804962">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4804962</a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzrnhfpzPw9joU06cEjv7ler0xbT_qNa7ZlGlWS-eAAcstGo9-Zee8xhpZllLR0uszyc-e3M7BRkDHEuoDawh3hdu0ELQPgVW-wtZlSXK01R8lO1v-MnfqVWfkyYADjeV5f2T5mVWpbHu/s1600/remember-me-robert-pattinson-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzrnhfpzPw9joU06cEjv7ler0xbT_qNa7ZlGlWS-eAAcstGo9-Zee8xhpZllLR0uszyc-e3M7BRkDHEuoDawh3hdu0ELQPgVW-wtZlSXK01R8lO1v-MnfqVWfkyYADjeV5f2T5mVWpbHu/s320/remember-me-robert-pattinson-2.jpg" width="320" /></a>My third little valentine is a jaded tale called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6121340">Love and Other Lies</a>” by BookWorm4Life17. Bella’s a cynical writer who’s attempting to pen a novel on what "really" happens when people fall in love, but considering she’s never really been in love, spends her time people watching at her favorite café. Edward, her best friend's British cousin and a romantic, is amused at her negative view of love. He befriends the young writer in attempt to change her mind. Will his efforts pay off?<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6121340">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6121340</a><br />
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My final little valentine comes in the form of this short story titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3922925">My Personal Valentine</a>” by ronOReds. Forks High is running a special Personal Ad column in their newspaper right before Valentine’s Day. Will advertising for a date help Bella, Alice, and Rosalie find their special someone in time for Valentine’s Day!<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3922925">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3922925</a><br />
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To go along with all these lovey dovey tales, I’d recommend a “Toasted Marshmallow Amore”<br />
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Ingredients<br />
3/4 oz Kahula<br />
3/4 oz Ameretto<br />
3/4 oz Bailey's<br />
1-1/4 oz Toasted Marshmallow Syrup<br />
2 oz Ice Cream<br />
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Mixing directions<br />
Shaken with ice and poured into a martini glass.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-5371396302585601902012-02-03T21:38:00.000-05:002012-02-03T21:38:30.439-05:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">Been experiencing any déjà vu lately? Feeling like you’re in a runt? Never fear, Lab Tech Andi’s been researching fresh deals to brush off the blah blah of the everyday routine. So, skip down the path to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the upbeat tune of the “Pennsylvania Polka” and the password is “New Day”. Be Safe!!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXbYzRYKuE5IPcRWPJS_CMijQtPTFh_XFma4i3Oa9H4EIJOueZJCo1bcIcS9WcHPsDkQBk5QGktBfZHsQ24bu9s0wZe2jp42WHZpPKg6x5F62duVVZO1yynsrDvtHftRa7UyxWBj_suYT/s1600/groundhog_day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXbYzRYKuE5IPcRWPJS_CMijQtPTFh_XFma4i3Oa9H4EIJOueZJCo1bcIcS9WcHPsDkQBk5QGktBfZHsQ24bu9s0wZe2jp42WHZpPKg6x5F62duVVZO1yynsrDvtHftRa7UyxWBj_suYT/s320/groundhog_day.jpg" width="229" /></a></div>“Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cooooold out there today.”<br />
“It's coooold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?”<br />
“Not hardly. And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that, you know, that, uh, that blizzard thing.”<br />
“That blizzard - thing. That blizzard - thing. Oh, well, here's the report! The National Weather Service is calling for a "big blizzard thing!" <br />
“Yessss, they are. But you know, there's another reason why today is especially exciting.”<br />
“Especially cold!”<br />
“Especially cold, okay, but the big question on everybody's lips... “<br />
“On their chapped lips...”<br />
“On their chapped lips, right: Do ya think Phil is gonna come out and see his shadow?”<br />
“Punxsutawney Phil!”<br />
“That's right, woodchuck-chuckers - it's...”<br />
“GROUNDHOG DAY!”</div><br />
Ok, it was funny the first time. It was even funny the second and third time, but when Emmett restarted that moronic movie for the 18th time I’d had it.<br />
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“But Rose won’t let me watch it over there!”<br />
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“I’m beginning to agree with her.”<br />
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This whole thing started yesterday morning when Emmett burst into the lab yelling “GROUNDHOG DAY” waving a disc in the air. I recognized the movie right away and since I’d always thought it was funny, I agreed to let him play it. Of course that was before I realized he was going to torture with it.<br />
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The first time through, I couldn’t even concentrate are Emmett and I laughed ourselves sick.<br />
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The second time, he recited all the lines along with the movie.<br />
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The sixth time, Jasper came over and they actually played out the scene where Phil runs into Ned on the sidewalk every time it played on the screen. <i>Alright, I must admit that was actually sort of funny.</i><br />
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“Please Emmett! I just can’t take it! I’m losing my mind!” I began to bang my head on the table.<br />
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“Fine,” he sighed as he started to dig around in a cabinet. “Hey, here’s a copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, wanna watch that?” He came over and waved the movie in front of my face.<br />
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“Just so I don’t have to hear about a weather predicting rodent.”<br />
So he headed over to the player and slipped the disc in. Ah, finally something new. <br />
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How a vampire with perfect recall can find enjoyment out of watching a movie that many times is beyond me, but since I had my own repeating event, all my deals this week have a repeating theme, but I’ll spare you the same torture.<br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4789700">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4789700</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4954416">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4954416</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6977924">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6977924</a><br />
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To go along with all these repeating fics, I think we should have a drink that repeats too, so I’m recommending a 7 & 7.<br />
Ingredients<br />
2 oz. Whiskey, straight grain<br />
5 oz. 7-up<br />
1 wedge Lemon<br />
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Mixing Instructions<br />
A classic whiskey recipe. Use a highball glass, and fill it with cubed ice. Add the whiskey and 7-up, stir slightly, and garnish with a lemon wedge.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-5360853209018555022012-01-27T18:33:00.000-05:002012-01-27T18:33:29.549-05:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">“Out on your own, Cold and alone again. Can this be what you really wanted, baby?” If you just don’t want to be alone tonight, Lab Tech Andi will always be here for you! Just grab something comfy and head to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the rhythm of “Lacrymosa” by Evanescence and the password is “Amadeus”. Be Safe!<br />
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“HEY! I was listening to that!” I turned in the direction of my stereo and saw Edward holding my iPod and scrolling through my music files.<br />
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“No you weren’t, no one really listens to that crap! Mozart was an imbecile, and I refuse to let anyone be fooled his odd fame!” he explained and then mumbled. “There must be some Bach or Chopin on here! Don’t these humans know anything about GOOD classical music?”<br />
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Knowing that I didn’t have to actually speak, I got up and glared as I walked toward him. For your information, I happen to like Mozart. Put it back! As I raised my hand to take it from him he flashed to the other side of the room, still scrolling through my files.<br />
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“EDWARD! This is my lab! It happens to be Mozart’s Birthday today and I’m listening to my music! NOW PUT IT BACK!!!” I yelled knowing there was no way I’d be able to catch him if he decided to run all over the lab. He glared at me from across the room and that’s when Alice’s tinkling laugh floated through the opening door.<br />
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“But it’s horrid and I can hear it for miles!” he exclaimed following after her.<br />
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“Hm,” she paused briefly, appearing to be looking for something. “Jazzy’s getting out his guitar, want to play something worthwhile?”<br />
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“Oh, anything to be away from here before she turns that noise back on.” And they sped off into the forest.<br />
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As quickly as I could, I plunked it back in the dock, turning it all the way up. That will teach him, I thought and giggled to myself. That brought me to all my dealings for today, whether Edward likes the songs or not, they all have a little music in them, which I hope you’ll enjoy.<br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4604826">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4604826</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3973773">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3973773</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7041186">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7041186</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5399688">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5399688</a><br />
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Being that it’s Mozart’s birthday and I just like to annoy Edward, I think everyone should have a glass of “Mozart”<br />
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Ingredients<br />
1 1/2 oz. Rum, anejo<br />
1 tsp. Triple Sec<br />
1/2 oz. Vermouth, sweet<br />
2 dashes Bitters, orange<br />
1 twist Lemon<br />
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Mixing Instructions<br />
Shake everything with ice; strain into cocktail glass. Garnish with a lemon twist.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-61887739866111034002012-01-20T17:46:00.000-05:002012-01-26T14:20:36.998-05:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">"Cross over children. All are welcome. All welcome. Go into the Light. There is peace and serenity in the Light." Curious much? This week Andi has her geek glasses on and is ready to hold class. So grab your book bag and head to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the sultry tune "Teach Me Tonight" as sung by the late Etta James and the password is "Here". Be Safe!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguC9SXhSAD5GmmjjGAquklxUj6SZyJ0x3gxbuWGlfBuIBUUMneRd4lQ_FSg5d1aeGp90siVPKc3iljeAfD1dFjmyJMCJwHS1j-y5zQKwdKegu3NODUaTOe62pCf6JZkkhahyMuE6TK1Rfr/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguC9SXhSAD5GmmjjGAquklxUj6SZyJ0x3gxbuWGlfBuIBUUMneRd4lQ_FSg5d1aeGp90siVPKc3iljeAfD1dFjmyJMCJwHS1j-y5zQKwdKegu3NODUaTOe62pCf6JZkkhahyMuE6TK1Rfr/s1600/002.jpg" /></a></div>"So, I don't understand... What do lemons have to do with fan fiction?" Emmett stared at me from across the room with a confused look on his face. He looked so funny; I just couldn't help not to laugh.<br />
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After placing my lunch plate in the sink, I walked toward him, "It's just a term used to say that the story contains sexual content." I looked down at the screen he was looking at, "What are you reading?"<br />
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"But why lemons? Why not strawberries or chocolate or," and thought suddenly flashed across his face, giving him the biggest grin. He stood, crossing paths with a rare beam of sunlight which bounced off his face and shattered into a million little reflections all over the lab. "Sparkles!" he exclaimed. And I laughed again.<br />
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"It's because sparkling vampires didn't exist in 1984 when a sexually explicit amine story called 'Cream Lemon' was written." I tilted the tablet in my direction so I could see the screen better and then let it go. "Over the years it's been shortened to lemons and describes most sexual content."<br />
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Defensively, he followed after me, "I'm over 90 years old and I remember 1984 quite clearly!"<br />
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"But no one knew you existed, although I'm certain, if they had, sexual content would definitely have been called sparkles." I laughed again at the thought.<br />
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"You know, I'd wager a bet that there are quite a few of our fans who are unfamiliar with these crazy fan fiction terms." <br />
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"How much what?" now it was my turn to look confused.<br />
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"How much would you bet that the shack fans are unfamiliar with the fan fiction terms?" The gleam in his eye was getting a little scary.<br />
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Oh, I really need to watch how I say things around him. "I'm not betting you, Emmett! And I'm sure that a lot of them know, most are self-explanatory, but I think it would be good to define the ones we all run into the most often."<br />
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"Awww, come on! Not even a dollar?" Emmett begged.<br />
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"No! Now if you're not going to help, please find something else to do."<br />
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"Fine, I'll help." and with that he pulled out one of the laptops and began to type faster than I could.<br />
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So, I could define over 1,000 terms used for fan fiction, but instead all the fics I'm dealing today will be an example of the term I'm defining. Here goes...<br />
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The term "Alternate Universe" (AU) is one of the most common I've seen in describing fan fics, especially Twilight fan fiction. These are stories that contain plots, settings, or character attributes that are radically different from the original story. Of course, to be very honest, I can't say I read a ton of fan fiction from other fandoms, but in the Twilight universe, the characters have been written into a broad spectrum of situations, one of the most common being All-Human (AH).<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkoc43hx0okni-TrjjkGx2q_2babaWqxP-I1L4mjLmg6Kgs5li9W-5GO-hfoi2FPX-TJZYWMg-sBrmgVFkyKWXDOoEphCpi4vC3Lxb7QAnSZ0wThhV_5hzPCaHehezQtr0yao2cvo1l0rR/s1600/LB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkoc43hx0okni-TrjjkGx2q_2babaWqxP-I1L4mjLmg6Kgs5li9W-5GO-hfoi2FPX-TJZYWMg-sBrmgVFkyKWXDOoEphCpi4vC3Lxb7QAnSZ0wThhV_5hzPCaHehezQtr0yao2cvo1l0rR/s320/LB.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>One all human tale that has to be one of my very favorites is called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5074723">Living Backwards</a>” by ciaobella27. Bella is coerced into signing up for a Facebook account by Alice. She wasn’t very social in high school and didn’t become friends with Alice and Rosalie until they met at NYU despite the fact that they all went to high school together. So to be suddenly thrown into the world of social networking, with people she didn’t even know back then is pure torture, until Edward Cullen accepts her friend request. He was barely a blip on her radar in high school, but seeing his profile picture has given her a slight case of cyberstalker disease and now she’s curious about all the “What if’s”. Wouldn’t you be?<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5074723">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5074723</a><br />
<a href="http://www.twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=5185">http://www.twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=5185</a><br />
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Next up on the board is the term "Canon" which can refer to any elements that have been established by the original story. In the Twilight universe, this commonly describes character pairing, but can also indicate that this tale is an extension of the saga or a missing moment.<br />
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<a href="http://www.twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=1293">http://www.twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=1293</a><br />
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I think most of you understand this fan fic term, but I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to pimp something a little darker than usual. "Dark" fics refer to stories in which either the content or the characters themselves are written "darker" than their canon counterparts, although not necessarily outside the bounds of canon characterization. Can range from morally ambiguous to outright evil, possibly even psychopathic/sociopathic. <br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5753638">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5753638</a><br />
<a href="http://www.twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=11052">http://www.twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=11052</a><br />
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Now this next term is slightly flexible, but traditionally "Drabble" refers to stories of exactly 100 words in length. However, it's also widely used to describe fun, fluffy stories that are less than a 1,000 words in length.<br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4602092/1/">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4602092/1/</a><br />
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Next is a term I'm sure none of you are a stranger to "Smut" or "Porn" which generally describes stories or scenes of graphic sex, in which any plot or character development that also occurs is incidental to the sex itself. This term is used differently from "lemons" in that a tale can be "lemony", but be about more than just the sex.<br />
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If, I'm looking for smut this tale called "<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5907967">Exchange</a>" by BoydBlog brings it full on. Bella has a Third Date Rule. Would it delude her into continuing with the not so perfect date? Sometimes fate intervenes to correct an imbalance. Not even the location can deter frenzied would-be soul mates.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5907967">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5907967</a><br />
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And lastly, we have "Lemon" which, as I explained to Emmett earlier, simply refers to the presence of graphic or explicit sexual content. This can be either heterosexual or homosexual in nature and originated in the anime fandoms. <br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6453369">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6453369</a> <br />
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So, to go along with all these little fic terms, I think we need an HEA (Happily Ever After)<br />
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Ingredients<br />
1 oz. Peach Schnapps<br />
1 oz. Cranberry Juice<br />
1 oz. Ginger Ale<br />
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Mixing directions<br />
Mix and serve on the rocks.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-54775619821689498752012-01-13T17:05:00.000-05:002012-01-26T14:21:18.602-05:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">Has Breaking Dawn finally left all of your local theaters too? Do you have a giant gaping hole where it used to be? Well, it won't be much longer before you'll be able to own a copy, but until then Lab Tech Andi has found some deliciously movie quality fics that help to soothe your ache. Skip down the path to the blue door behind the shack, knock the sweet guitar melody of "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOT5sIZmT-I">A Twist in My Story</a>" by Secondhand Seranade and whisper the password "Screenplay". Be Safe!<br />
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A hand shot out, grabbing my arm and breaking my focus. Turning my head toward the unwelcome interruption, I was met by a young woman with a frantic look in her eyes. “It’s happened again!” she shouted at me and I turned to quickly glance back at the crowd. Then she shook my arm just enough to get my attention again, “Andi! Do you hear me? It’s happened again!!”<br />
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I glared at her not understanding what she was talking about and wanting to tell her I really didn’t care. Whatever it was could wait! Stephenie Meyer was mere feet from me and I raised my arm to point at the crowd, “But –“ I said turning back to the bleachers that were now crowded with even more people.<br />
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“Wake up, Andi!” She shook my arm a little harder. “Look! Here’s another Twilight fan fiction that’s been re-worked into an original story!” She shook my arm again and I blinked. When I opened my eyes the room was really bright and on its side. I groaned as I lifted my head to right the world again and blinked at her.<br />
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“What are you talking about?” I asked trying to clear the fog of disappointment from my brain. Damnmit! I was so close to meeting Stephenie, even if she was only an imaginary version. Oh well. I read the title of the story my author had pulled up. “Oh yeah, that is a good story. Good for her!” I said handing the story back to her and stretched. <br />
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“But SHE’S getting published!!” she said with even more emphasis.<br />
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“And…” I prompted.<br />
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“They’re talking film attention!”<br />
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“And…”<br />
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“AND? How can she do that? How DID she do that?” she asked and I understood.<br />
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“Ah, I see. Well, she wrote a story that people felt compelled to talk about. It’s how most things are sold or traded.” I told her, getting up from my desk. I was in some serious need of caffeine.<br />
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“The only difference between fan fiction and regular published literature is that the readers of fan fiction have inside knowledge as to one of the influences of that story. Once any story is published, a blind reader may not pick up on any similarities of influence.” I explained pouring myself a cup of coffee.<br />
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“I want to be published.” She said rather plainly and leaned against the counter.<br />
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I laughed and took a sip of my coffee before I spoke. “Darlin’ you already are, you’re just not getting paid for it.”<br />
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“Well, how do I do that?” she asked <br />
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“I’ll tell you what; we’ll talk about that, if you help me find some stories. Deal?”<br />
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“Deal.” She responded smiling widely and we walked back over to my desk to get back to work.<br />
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With all the fics I’ve seen that have gotten the attention of publishers or even media attention, it really got me to thinking about Hollywood. So, many stories that could be commercially published, but it really all depends on the writer. Some people just love to write and fame really isn’t their goal, but then again… All my deals this week are Hollywood based or something I think should be on the big screen. I hope you enjoy them all.<br />
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My first deal is a tale I’ve loved since the very first chapter and would make the best movie called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5996248">Clockwork</a>” by Derdriu oFaolain. Bella Swan is an American scientist in 1942 working to help stop the war against Germany, but something feels wrong about her fellow scientists and so she begins to investigate. Meanwhile in 2010, the war with Germany is still going on. Edward Cullen was a scientist for the US military, but after escaping capture in Argentina, has gone AWOL and now suffers from his traumatic past. A chance event allows their paths to cross, but decisions they have not yet made threaten to tear them apart.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5996248">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5996248</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5078789">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5078789</a><br />
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This next story would make the most marvelous chick flick and will only be available until January 25th, it’s called, “<a href="http://www.suzie55.blogspot.com/2012/01/stephenie-meyer-owns-all-things.html">Serendipity</a>” by Suzie55. This is a story about finding love, losing love, and finding it again all at the whim of fate. Edward and Bella thought they had it all, the perfect life, until a tragic accident ripped them apart. He thought Bella was gone forever; that’s when fate stepped in again and gave him the opportunity to make her fall in love with him all over again. Will he be able to bring Bella back or has she lost too much to return to a life she has no memory of? You simply MUST read this before she takes it down!<br />
<a href="http://www.suzie55.blogspot.com/2012/01/stephenie-meyer-owns-all-things.html">http://www.suzie55.blogspot.com/2012/01/stephenie-meyer-owns-all-things.html</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4896195">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4896195</a><br />
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To go along with all these movie type tales, I’m going to recommend an After Eight Martini:<br />
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Ingredients <br />
3/4 oz White Creme de Cacao<br />
3/4 oz White Creme de Menthe<br />
3/4 oz Vodka<br />
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Directions<br />
Mix and strain into cocktail glass. Garnish with mint sprig or something chocolate.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-30168998152071014832012-01-08T22:40:00.004-05:002012-01-11T11:23:24.227-05:00::Team Twilight:: Love Shack 2012 CalendarHere's a PDF of our completed 2012 calendar. Please feel free to print or save it at no cost.<br />
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<div align="left">Define normal... If normal means reading only self help books and technical manuals, I don't want any part of it. It's a new year and time to get back to what we enjoy. For Lab Tech Andi, this means fics and the authors who pen them. Oh, how we've missed them!! So, don't doddle, all are welcome, just head straight to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the heavy beat from Aerosmith's “Love in an Elevator” and the password is “Rescued”. Be Safe!</div><div align="center">*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><div align="left"><br />
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<i>Ding</i> <br />
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The brushed metal doors in front of me opened and I stepped forward, out of the elevator into the bland empty hotel hallway. I turned to walk towards my room when a hand swiftly shot out and grabbed me. Startled, I let out a scream, but the small hand covering my mouth muffled it. <br />
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"Where in heaven have you been?" Alice said as she moved into view. I breathed a sigh of relief.<br />
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"I know you can take the stairs faster than I can ride the elevator, but it can't have been more than a minute since I left you and Rosalie in the lobby, Alice." I replied and rolled my eyes.<br />
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She moved her hands over my arms and shoulders, all the while her eyes continued to scan my face as if she was looking for something. “What’s wrong? And where’s Rosalie?” I asked turning my head to see around me, getting more and more anxious. <br />
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I hugged her back, but still confused, “Uh, I don’t understand.” Alice released me and took a step back. “I’ve been what?? This has to be a joke. Emmett is filming this, isn’t he? I mean, seriously, I just left you guys in the lobby. There is no way it’s December already!” I continued to ramble and spun around. “Okay, guys! Ha! Ha! Very funny, you can come out now!” I spoke into the ceiling as if talking to floating people. Alice put her hand on my arm to stop me. <br />
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“Honey, this isn’t a joke and it’s January.” I just looked at her, not blinking, my brain moving in a million directions. <i>Where HAD I been? Was I in the same hotel? How am I even alive? Why wasn’t I more panicked?</i> I turned my head to find Jasper standing behind me. <i>Well, at least that answers one question.</i> I started to laugh. <br />
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“Why don’t we just take the elevator? It’ll be easier.” I asked, while Jasper opened the door to the stairwell for us.<br />
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“The last time you got in an elevator, it took you four months to go up two floors. I think we’ll chance it with the stairs.” Alice looped her arm around mine and I started to laugh again. <i>Who knew vampires could develop a fear of elevators?</i></div><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~<br />
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</div><div align="left">Back at the lab, Carlisle checked me out and said everything looked ok, but he wanted me to rest for a few days just to make sure, leaving me plenty of time for absolutely nothing. So, my stories this week are a mixture of elevator adventures, lost time stories, and even a kidnapping. Who knows where that will lead? I hope you enjoy.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hN9EAUoN4mrHOOM8zo_4PfJEHE69WWOPZlsgUu6Pys-EmrjhKHf9TyDJh8RX0BUNPei1DizX14jSgNnMRatVp8sIv9pyqeZyDDwXBWGK1RO0hN9iY6NbCie85-QwzSQGjRDd-MSQBOnq/s1600/normal_018-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hN9EAUoN4mrHOOM8zo_4PfJEHE69WWOPZlsgUu6Pys-EmrjhKHf9TyDJh8RX0BUNPei1DizX14jSgNnMRatVp8sIv9pyqeZyDDwXBWGK1RO0hN9iY6NbCie85-QwzSQGjRDd-MSQBOnq/s1600/normal_018-2.jpg" /></a></div>My first deal up for grabs is this downright awesome tale called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7207959">All Fired Up</a>” by MsEerieChastain. What if Edward never came back and Bella had moved on? It’s been eight long years and with a bit of effort, Bella has managed to really make a life out of the broken one Edward left her with. She’s a successful executive with a wonderful boyfriend, what more could she really ask for? Of course, that’s usually when everything starts tumbling down and it all started with the words “Hold the door, please.” Although, I’ll have to tell you that if Edward walked back into my life after eight years, I wouldn’t put up much of a fight, but that’s what I love about this Bella. She’s a fighter and she’s going to make Edward work for every inch he gets. And Edward may not look any different, but he’s no wallflower. He is bold and sexy as hell! Don’t be surprised when you find yourself wanting to tell Bella you’ll take him if she doesn’t want him. This tale should be put on your must read list ASAP!<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7207959">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7207959</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4225985">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4225985</a><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vJ8LK2VeVwJFyp4ffwQ_KTZOweKRJbHnZ4mrfMeZ5SVRqV724uIlh70cpSzr86SURmto3tOv_XHHWlnO5ypsBzIOwUVXHVqMRkNt891hVTlOO0QCWALvZj_yv36n1FNnYwXH8oXUyWGa/s1600/Robert-Kristen-twilight-series-6581155-1680-1050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vJ8LK2VeVwJFyp4ffwQ_KTZOweKRJbHnZ4mrfMeZ5SVRqV724uIlh70cpSzr86SURmto3tOv_XHHWlnO5ypsBzIOwUVXHVqMRkNt891hVTlOO0QCWALvZj_yv36n1FNnYwXH8oXUyWGa/s200/Robert-Kristen-twilight-series-6581155-1680-1050.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Ok, I can NOT have a post with elevator stories and overlook including one with sex in an elevator; that would be nearly sacrilege, so I’m giving you “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6198575">Up</a>” by kimpy0464. This is a one-shot that I adored because it had just the right amount of back story mixed with the right amount of chemistry to make these two seemingly complete strangers explode the day that the electricity goes out while they’re riding together. What also makes it funny is that two hyperaware people can be so oblivious when it comes to each other. If you’re looking for something quick and wonderful, this is your story!<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6198575">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6198575</a><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN1EEPfzN_56cHj_GchO4IRTqTcov4nzEOdqDuZHmCKwpRgYAlY6Wir574742vjPmjfsEhYfCKVQAH7cVm0tKsMVlTeb9Mg5KOZwcM6_1i9Og0BfVZDrABd5pB-b7NcwGGcHTtnyKyqdvm/s1600/eclipse_meadowstill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN1EEPfzN_56cHj_GchO4IRTqTcov4nzEOdqDuZHmCKwpRgYAlY6Wir574742vjPmjfsEhYfCKVQAH7cVm0tKsMVlTeb9Mg5KOZwcM6_1i9Og0BfVZDrABd5pB-b7NcwGGcHTtnyKyqdvm/s1600/eclipse_meadowstill.jpg" /></a></div>My last deal will hold you hostage until you find “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6138000">The Perfect Space</a>” by AbidingByRhyme. At 16 years old, Bella & Edward, living in completely different states, had no idea that the other even existed until a vengeful kidnapper brought them together for four months. Neither one understood why he’d chosen them, but as each day passed, they learned a little more about him and each other and started to plan an escape. When they succeed in gaining their freedom and returned home, they find their only solace is in each other, but are they really free now or entrapped by something else? Edward is overcome with the need to protect Bella from any further harm, while she begins to need him in more ways than one. This story brought me to tears a few times and the author does an amazing job of tying in the current day events to flashbacks that are relevant to the situation. I’m completely blown away by this talent because stories like this tend to ramble and lose the reader, but you will feel everything except lost.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6138000">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6138000</a><br />
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To go along with these wonderful fics, I think everyone should’ve been in the elevator with me, so here’s something called a “Mind Eraser” to get you there:<br />
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Ingredients<br />
1 oz. Club Soda <br />
1 oz. Coffee Liqueur <br />
1 oz. Vodka <br />
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Mixing Directions<br />
Layer the Vodka, Kahlua, and club soda over ice. Drink through a wide straw all at once.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-19855283126232129472011-11-21T20:18:00.002-05:002011-11-21T20:33:51.806-05:00::Team Breaking Dawn:: Worldwide "Breaking Dawn" Opening Weekend Sales Sets Record for Saga<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4-xyWWeqkHKw5TLDKa-RVjv54lfnku5xiA2NjJJKZvhPrV8t7RJ86Lng1O-XSEChOBOgpVCDXPSFyn21ogVyws5d8NFPfsNc8EXynbnHZ-OVUQHJQ9Uuq_mRFybK-c4dF3q1G6jRFYSr/s1600/320638_373890204996_116682874996_1430427_989872236_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4-xyWWeqkHKw5TLDKa-RVjv54lfnku5xiA2NjJJKZvhPrV8t7RJ86Lng1O-XSEChOBOgpVCDXPSFyn21ogVyws5d8NFPfsNc8EXynbnHZ-OVUQHJQ9Uuq_mRFybK-c4dF3q1G6jRFYSr/s400/320638_373890204996_116682874996_1430427_989872236_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
The estimated numbers for opening weekend sales of the Twilight Saga "Breaking Dawn Part 1" are in and can I say, WOW!!<br />
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In looking at only the domestic box office sales, "Breaking Dawn" came in second to "New Moon", but if you look at the midnight ticket sales and the worldwide totals "Breaking Dawn" rose above and beyond making its debut weekend the fifth-best on record!<br />
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Here's a chart of the numbers as gathered by boxofficemojo.com:<br />
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<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 520px;"><colgroup><col style="mso-width-alt: 4937; mso-width-source: userset; width: 101pt;" width="135"></col> <col style="mso-width-alt: 2633; mso-width-source: userset; width: 54pt;" width="72"></col> <col style="mso-width-alt: 2889; mso-width-source: userset; width: 59pt;" width="79"></col> <col style="mso-width-alt: 2633; mso-width-source: userset; width: 54pt;" width="72"></col> <col style="mso-width-alt: 2889; mso-width-source: userset; width: 59pt;" width="79"></col> <col style="mso-width-alt: 3035; mso-width-source: userset; width: 62pt;" width="83"></col> </colgroup><tbody>
<tr height="80" style="height: 60.0pt;"> <td class="xl67" height="80" style="background: black; border-bottom: 1.0pt solid white; border-left: none; border-right: none; border-top: none; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 700; height: 60.0pt; mso-pattern: black none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none; width: 101pt;" width="135">In US Dollars<br />
(Millions)</td> <td class="xl66" style="background: black; border-bottom: 1.0pt solid white; border-left: none; border-right: none; border-top: none; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 700; mso-pattern: black none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none; width: 54pt;" width="72">Midnight</td> <td class="xl67" style="background: black; border-bottom: 1.0pt solid white; border-left: none; border-right: none; border-top: none; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 700; mso-pattern: black none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none; width: 59pt;" width="79">Domestic Opening Weekend</td> <td class="xl67" style="background: black; border-bottom: 1.0pt solid white; border-left: none; border-right: none; border-top: none; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 700; mso-pattern: black none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none; width: 54pt;" width="72">Overseas Opening Weekend</td> <td class="xl67" style="background: black; border-bottom: 1.0pt solid white; border-left: none; border-right: none; border-top: none; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 700; mso-pattern: black none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none; width: 59pt;" width="79">Worldwide Opening Weekend Totals</td> <td class="xl67" style="background: black; border-bottom: 1.0pt solid white; border-left: none; border-right: none; border-top: none; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 700; mso-pattern: black none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none; width: 62pt;" width="83">Overall Box Office Sales To Date</td> </tr>
<tr height="20" style="height: 15.0pt;"> <td height="20" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; height: 15.0pt; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">Twilight</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;"><br />
</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">69.6</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">6.3</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">75.9</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">392.6</td> </tr>
<tr height="20" style="height: 15.0pt;"> <td height="20" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; height: 15.0pt; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">New Moon</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">26.27</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">142.8</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">132.1</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">274.9</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">709.8</td> </tr>
<tr height="20" style="height: 15.0pt;"> <td height="20" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; height: 15.0pt; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">Eclipse</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">30</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">157.5</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">104.6</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">262.1</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #376091; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #376091 none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">698.5</td> </tr>
<tr height="20" style="height: 15.0pt;"> <td height="20" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; height: 15.0pt; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">Breaking Dawn Part 1</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">30.3</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">139.5</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">144</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">283.5</td> <td class="xl65" style="background: #4F81BD; color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: 400; mso-pattern: #4F81BD none; text-decoration: none; text-line-through: none; text-underline-style: none;">283.5</td> </tr>
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Cbsnews.com stated:<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">In an industry whose main audience is young males, "Twilight" is a rare blockbuster franchise driven by female viewers. Distributor Summit Entertainment reported that women and girls made up 80 percent of the audience for "Breaking Dawn."<br />
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The popularity of "Twilight" has left many men scratching their heads, even those involved in releasing the movies.</blockquote><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">"I'm 53 years old, and I haven't figured it out yet," said Richie Fay, head of distribution for Summit. "It relates really to young girls and things that are important to them, their romantic ideas of love and relationships, without getting so physical, at least on screen, that it becomes a worry for their parents."</blockquote><br />
So, Summit hasn't figured it out?? Really?? The fans have; even the actors understand, so maybe they should have more women promoting to a female fan-base and fewer 53 year-old men, not that their male ignorance has hurt them at all. The Twilight fandom will see to its success with or without the help of Summit.<br />
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source: <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-500184_162-57328538/no-surprise-huge-opening-for-breaking-dawn/">cbsnews.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-8955985469050514452011-10-05T15:07:00.000-04:002011-10-05T15:07:48.962-04:00::Team Breaking Dawn:: Special Replays of the Twilight Saga Films Leading Up To Breaking Dawn: Plus Bonus Footage!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We just received the following press release from Summit Entertainment:<br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;">NCM Fathom and Summit Entertainment celebrate the upcoming release of the most anticipated movie event of the year, <em>The</em> <em>Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn – Part I</em>, by bringing back the <strong>first three <em>Twilight Saga</em> films for special one-night engagements. This November, </strong>experience the magic and romance that have captivated audiences worldwide all over again, as all three <strong><em>Twilight Saga</em> movies come to the big screen for a 3-night only theatrical event</strong>.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;"><strong><em>Twilight</em> on November 1</strong></span><ul>
<li><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;">During this first <strong>Twilight Saga Tuesdays</strong> event, fans will see an exclusive reel that will include behind-the-scenes footage from ComicCon 2008; fan footage from the <strong><em>Twilight</em> </strong>Premiere; as well as commentary from cast members about their experiences making <strong><em>Twilight</em></strong><em>,</em> and how the unprecedented fan turn out set the film and cast on the road to stardom. Also, for the first and only time on the big screen, fans will be treated to a special clip of Robert Pattinson performing the song, “Bella’s Lullaby,” which is featured in <strong><em>Twilight</em></strong>. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;"><strong><em>The Twilight Saga: New Moon</em> on November 8</strong></span><ul>
<li><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;">Before the start of the November 8 event, fans will see behind-the-scenes coverage of the filming of <strong><em>The Twilight Saga: New Moon</em></strong> in Italy, as well as footage from other <strong><em>New Moon</em></strong> fan events. � </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;"><strong><em>The Twilight Saga: Eclipse</em> on November 15</strong></span><ul>
<li><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;">This final event kicks off with exciting footage from one of the largest Hollywood premieres ever with more than 4,500 guests and 5,000 fans in attendance. Cast members will also discuss their favorite scenes from <strong><em>The Twilight Saga: Eclipse</em></strong> and share never-before-seen footage from Comic-Con 2011. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Each event will begin at 7:30 pm (local time)</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;"><strong><em>Twilight Saga Tuesdays</em></strong> will begin with exclusive introductions from the cast members, compelling interviews with the stars answering the questions that <em>Twilight</em> <em>Saga</em> aficionados have always wanted answered and amazing clips from the many fan fests over the years. This special behind-the-scenes content will be immediately followed by the <em>Twilight Saga</em> films.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: x-small;">Showing at more than 730 select theaters across the country, <strong><em>Twilight Saga Tuesdays</em></strong> is the largest event ever distributed to theaters by NCM Fathom. Tickets for <strong><em>Twilight Saga Tuesdays</em></strong> are available at participating theater box offices and online today at <a href="http://www.fathomevents.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">www.FathomEvents.com</span></span></a>! For a complete list of theater locations and prices, visit the NCM Fathom website (<em>theaters and participants are subject to change</em>). </span></div>
Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483248189845230607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-47433170950108601702011-09-25T13:45:00.002-04:002011-09-25T14:13:07.960-04:00::Team Breaking Dawn:: Summary of Important Dates Coming Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4-xyWWeqkHKw5TLDKa-RVjv54lfnku5xiA2NjJJKZvhPrV8t7RJ86Lng1O-XSEChOBOgpVCDXPSFyn21ogVyws5d8NFPfsNc8EXynbnHZ-OVUQHJQ9Uuq_mRFybK-c4dF3q1G6jRFYSr/s1600/320638_373890204996_116682874996_1430427_989872236_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4-xyWWeqkHKw5TLDKa-RVjv54lfnku5xiA2NjJJKZvhPrV8t7RJ86Lng1O-XSEChOBOgpVCDXPSFyn21ogVyws5d8NFPfsNc8EXynbnHZ-OVUQHJQ9Uuq_mRFybK-c4dF3q1G6jRFYSr/s640/320638_373890204996_116682874996_1430427_989872236_n.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">We're in the home stretch now and we have so many release dates coming up, I thought we should have a summary of them just to make sure no one misses a thing. If there's something I've overlooked, let me know and I'll update.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span><u><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">September</span></u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://brunomars.com/itwillrain-breakingdawn/images/itwillrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://brunomars.com/itwillrain-breakingdawn/images/itwillrain.jpg" width="100" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">26 – <a href="http://www.facebook.com/twilight">Breaking Dawn Soundtrack Track List Preview</a><br />
27 – “It Will Rain” by <a href="http://www.brunomars.com/">Bruno Mars</a> song release </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">October</span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41r2P0WXuHL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41r2P0WXuHL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="100" /></a></div><b>You should start seeing the promotional displays during this month!!</b> <br />
1 – Advanced Purchase Tickets go on sale in the US (<a href="http://www.fandango.com/">Fandango</a> & <a href="http://movietickets.com/"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Movietickets</span></a>)</div><div class="MsoNormal">3 – <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316134082?ie=UTF8&tag=drcullslov-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=1789&creativeASIN=0316134082">Breaking Dawn Collector's Edition (The Twilight Saga)</a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51qpZdIcPML._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51qpZdIcPML._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="100" /></a>11 – <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316133191?ie=UTF8&tag=drcullslov-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=1789&creativeASIN=0316133191">Twilight: The Graphic Novel, Vol. 2 (The Twilight Saga)</a></div><div class="MsoNormal">11 – <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316133930?ie=UTF8&tag=drcullslov-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=1789&creativeASIN=0316133930">Breaking Dawn (The Twilight Saga)</a>: Movie Tie-in Cover</div><div class="MsoNormal">11 – Aim High Premiere (USA only) on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/AimHighSeries">Facebook</a> web-stream broadcast </div><div class="MsoNormal">18 – Breaking Dawn Part 1 In-Theater Promotional Items will begin to become available.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnru9vUp4R_qGbzqaDxjY4Xd-HctUxdWTcTyy2ms6_Pf9S_tBA7durUmlj-Z8BQetXsk3fmcOMCeal2C3agq7SP0zE6z_R26LpeYxRZ_-DeSbuYxlYuZsvaOTxIi9tejYxx3Hwt3GjqCb/s1600/TSBD-packshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnru9vUp4R_qGbzqaDxjY4Xd-HctUxdWTcTyy2ms6_Pf9S_tBA7durUmlj-Z8BQetXsk3fmcOMCeal2C3agq7SP0zE6z_R26LpeYxRZ_-DeSbuYxlYuZsvaOTxIi9tejYxx3Hwt3GjqCb/s400/TSBD-packshot.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">November</span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguueTiFcnxRB-TBdzjfZRiCRwJfe7PU2VG61zoNf5iy0ZWqqY-psTlP7carZEYqmNTR-f-J7ZWAruDg5wT7EPFtcXJakD5WciX6Tv3WSNreRejb5s6NqagMeMcbllx5sJFKflUSqjpktAB/s1600/580_breakingdawn_bellaedward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguueTiFcnxRB-TBdzjfZRiCRwJfe7PU2VG61zoNf5iy0ZWqqY-psTlP7carZEYqmNTR-f-J7ZWAruDg5wT7EPFtcXJakD5WciX6Tv3WSNreRejb5s6NqagMeMcbllx5sJFKflUSqjpktAB/s400/580_breakingdawn_bellaedward.jpg" width="270" /></a></div>1 - Dr. Cullen's Love Shack Exclusive!! <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=157860427631764">A Month of Breaking Dawn</a> Call-in Event (check out our FB event post for details!) <br />
8 – <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005HV6Y84?ie=UTF8&tag=drcullslov-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B005HV6Y84">Breaking Dawn Part 1 Soundtrack</a> available</div><div class="MsoNormal">9 - Dr. Cullen's Love Shack Anniversary!! <br />
11 – Immortals Worldwide Release Date</div><div class="MsoNormal">16 – Breaking Dawn Part 1 France, Italy, and Sweden Release Date</div><div class="MsoNormal">17 – Breaking Dawn Part 1 Australia, Greece, Hungary, New Zealand, Portugal, and Thailand Release Date</div><div class="MsoNormal">18 – Breaking Dawn Part 1 Worldwide Release Date</div><div class="MsoNormal">24 – Breaking Dawn Part 1 Germany, Malaysia, and Singapore Release Date</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">December</span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal">13 – <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316134112?ie=UTF8&tag=drcullslov-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=1789&creativeASIN=0316134112">The Twilight Saga Breaking Dawn Part 1: The Official Illustrated Movie Companion</a></div><div class="MsoNormal">22 – Breaking Dawn Part 1 Hong Kong Release Date</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">February</span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal">25 – Breaking Dawn Part 1 Japan Release Date<br />
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Be sure to mark your calendars or bookmark this page!! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-5095008863662129992011-09-14T08:18:00.001-04:002011-09-14T08:18:51.394-04:00::Team Breaking Dawn:: Robert Pattinson Says Birth Scene Could Not Be Toned Down<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Rob says fans will be shocked by how gory the birth scene really is...<br />
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Robert Pattinson has revealed that there was "no way" film makers could tone down the gory birth scene in the Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1.<br />
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The 25-year old star, who previously claimed that his girlfriend Kristen Stewart "looked like an alien" when playing Bella Swan during the shocking scene, has confessed that fans will be surprised how graphic the movie is.<br />
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Speaking to Premiere magazine about the scene, where Bella's baby eats her from inside, R-Pattz explained: "It's hilarious. No movie this size dates taking those kind of risks."<br />
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He continued: "But since the craziest scenes are a big part of the story going forward, it was impossible to not have them included in the film... There was no way we would tone it down."<br />
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Pattinson went on to admit that he believes that David Cronenberg, the director for his latest flick, Cosmopolis, will be stunned by his portrayal of vampire Edward Cullen in Breaking Dawn.<br />
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The hunky actor claimed: "I think he's going to enjoy certain scenes, like the one where I open her [Kristen] up by biting through her placenta."<br />
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"It was without a doubt the funniest thing I ever had to do. I’d raise my head up and I was covered with cottage cheese or whatever substance they put in there."<br />
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Nice! Rob added that when it came to shooting the scene, they wanted to make it as realistic as possible.<br />
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He told the mag: "Before filming the scene, Stephenie Meyer, a midwife, Kristen and I sat down to talk to a doctor to decide where I was supposed to bite if this situation would ever occur in real life."<br />
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Pattinson added: "The doctor looked at us a bit puzzled and said: ‘I don’t think you could ever do this in real life.'"<br />
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*From last night's new trailer, How gruesome do you really think it will be?*<br />
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<a href="http://www.mtv.co.uk/news/twilight/331643-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-twilight-birth-scene-gory">SOURCE</a></div>
Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483248189845230607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-42890189876141168932011-09-01T22:30:00.000-04:002011-09-01T22:31:58.990-04:00Breaking Dawn Part 1 Convention - ~SummerYour invitation has arrived for the most eagerly awaited fan event of 2011
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<br />Summit Entertainment and Creation Entertainment present
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<br />OFFICIAL FAN CONVENTION
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<br />Friday evening, November 4th, through
<br /> Sunday morning, November 6th, 2011
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<br /> The Hyatt Regency Century Plaza
<br /> 2025 Avenue of the Stars
<br /> Los Angeles, California, 90067
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<br />To make your hotel room reservation CLICK HERE
<br /> If you need additional assistance for hotel room booking ONLY,
<br /> please call 888-421-1442
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<br /> Full convention information will be available soon at
<br />www.twilightconvention.com
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<br /> You can also sign up for our free email bulletins
<br /> and we will update information when available. ~Summerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12172449260154695803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-57872212846893838952011-08-28T18:06:00.000-04:002011-08-28T18:06:37.438-04:00::Team Twilight:: Sinful Story Sunday<div align="center"></div><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">The air is heavy and thick with worries and things to do. I know you’re looking for a distraction, something to save you from what makes your insides ache. You want something sinful to sink your teeth into. Well, look no further, Lab Tech Andi’s sharing a few of her favorite lustful dealing to help cure what ails ya. So, head down the overgrown path to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the beat from “Escape” by Muse and the password is “Retreat”. Be Safe!</div><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~ </div><div align="left"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IayrC8f0F37JI6yDxspUzppXCqvp5sge3jfV0_rHlDz22jerAFKWiiqzweKHwIcuTQYfeTPNDk0VZLtzYotRcFTJdVHCSPS-gRO_v7j3G9ZRM5iEkduHcCk-Gc0JG580bnzMDrFkQsIx/s1600/Renesmee_by_ChocoVanillaCraving.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IayrC8f0F37JI6yDxspUzppXCqvp5sge3jfV0_rHlDz22jerAFKWiiqzweKHwIcuTQYfeTPNDk0VZLtzYotRcFTJdVHCSPS-gRO_v7j3G9ZRM5iEkduHcCk-Gc0JG580bnzMDrFkQsIx/s400/Renesmee_by_ChocoVanillaCraving.png" width="400" /></a></div>I sat in the clearing just outside the shack gazing up at a cloudless Brazilian sky. Renesmee was pointing out constellations to me and further explaining their significance.<br />
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“Do you see that one, right there?” I nodded my head at her question. “That one is Carina, the backbone structure of the ship Argo, which carried Jason and the Argonauts to retrieve the Golden Fleece. And that one right there?” I nodded again. “Zafrina says that one is my Jacob, Canis Major because he’s the alpha in his pack.” I giggled at her statement and she looked at me puzzling.<br />
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“I’m sorry, Zafrina’s right about that, Jacob is the Alpha, but why does she think that particular one is Jacob?” I asked and she smiled back at me, turning to the sky once more.<br />
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“Because it’s right beside that constellation right there, do you see that one?” Her tiny hand pointed to a star directly above the constellation she had pointed out before and then swept across the sky to another star. “That one right there is me, the Water Serpent. You know, because Jake calls me Nessie.” Upon hearing her statement, I closed my eyes and threw my head back laughing heartily and when I opened my eyes again, the Brazilian sky was gone and the cloud covered Washington sky had returned.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbnNjW10L4XCqAtLN88553pIrEorRe0Qn8ghZz_OB5U6r-q-w3C0omHZMB9guFJ6fNhwlRUY6355W9X12403QRB6Ex2_pBgMNMhzU2TY6HI-PBEVFgnet2ENFmXWgwOd56Dp9Hb8uIcpo/s1600/renesmee_and_jacob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbnNjW10L4XCqAtLN88553pIrEorRe0Qn8ghZz_OB5U6r-q-w3C0omHZMB9guFJ6fNhwlRUY6355W9X12403QRB6Ex2_pBgMNMhzU2TY6HI-PBEVFgnet2ENFmXWgwOd56Dp9Hb8uIcpo/s320/renesmee_and_jacob.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>For the past three weeks, Edward, Bella, Renesmee, and Jacob had all been down in Brazil. Edward and Bella had been reliving their honeymoon on Isle Esme, while Renesmee and Jacob spent time with the Amazon Coven. Zafrina was very excited to have Nessie down there, that she planned all sorts of excursions, some to local tribes for Jake and others to see new and interesting things. Since they’d returned, Nessie loved showing me all the things she did on her trip, and her gift was so much better than any video camera or regular camera she could have used to film it.<br />
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Tonight I had quietly complained that it was too cloudy to go star gazing and now that summer was ending, it would soon be too cold to sit out at all. That’s when Renesmee has grabbed my hand any lead me to a clearing close by. I suppose I should have known better than to even whisper my thoughts around people who could every sound within a hundred yards.<br />
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“Andi, Daddy had that same reaction when I told him what Zafrina said, why is that so funny?” she asked just appearing curious instead of irritated, for which I was grateful.<br />
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“Nessie, it’s only because everyone remembers how much your mama disliked him calling you that in the beginning. It sort of had to grow on her.” I explained and she smiled back at me.<br />
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“I remember that, but I didn’t understand then. I guess it is kinda funny,” her little musical laugh echoed off the surrounding trees. Then I heard a deeper tone join hers and soon Edward and Bella appeared in the clearing too.<br />
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“Awww, but there’s still so much I haven’t shown her yet.” Nessie complained as she sprang to her feet.<br />
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“You can show her another night, I’m sure Andi has things to do anyway.” Bella explained and Nessie leaped into her Mother’s arms.<br />
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“Your mama’s right Nessie, I do have things to do, but maybe you can come back soon and we’ll roast marshmallows and hot dogs over a bonfire.” <br />
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She crinkled her nose and said, “No hot dogs, those are horrible.”<br />
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I laughed, “Ok, no hot dogs, just marshmallows and ghost stories.”<br />
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“Yes! Yes! I have some that Senna and Kachiri told me that are really scary!” and she wiggled her little fingers in the air as if that would make then even more frightening.<br />
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We said our good nights and I turned back in the direction of the shack. Along the way I pondered, wouldn’t it be wonderful to have the ability to bring back summer whenever you wanted it or just be somewhere else entirely anytime you needed it, just like Nessie does with her memories.<br />
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So all the stories I have for you, have summer in some way, but they all tack you somewhere else, somewhere peaceful. This way when the weather finally changes and the mind needs somewhere to go, these authors can take you. Enjoy! <br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5934882">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5934882</a> <br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5143561">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5143561</a><br />
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This is a sultry distraction titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5589694">Summer of Salt</a>” by lola-pops. The heat wave lingers on a lake front cabin where the Swan’s and the Hale’s spent their summers. Jasper, Rose, and Bella have always looked forward to their time together, but the year that the Cullen’s acquire the Newton cabin changes everything for everyone, even the overly cocky quarterback Edward Cullen. None of them will be able to return to the life they once knew.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5589694">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5589694</a><br />
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A beautiful tale to drag you back to your first crush titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5445804">The Longest Summer</a>” by lexiecullen17. For most of Bella’s childhood, she’s spent every summer at the camp at Long Lake and for the past five years she spent every night dream of the emerald eyes of camp counselor, Edward. Bella has always been one of Edward’s favorite campers so, how do you think Edward will feel about working with her as a fellow counselor? Will they finally be able to fully reveal their feelings?<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5445804">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5445804</a><br />
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What would a summer or an escape by without thoughts of a beach, so to go along with our sinful theme, I’d recommend a little “Sex on the Beach”.<br />
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Ingredients<br />
0.5 full Cranberry juice<br />
0.75 oz. Peach Schnapps<br />
0.5 full Pineapple Juice<br />
1 oz. Vodka<br />
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Mixing Instructions<br />
Put in vodka and peach schnapps and then fill remainder with half each of the juices. Stir in highball glass.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-34609107107443776342011-07-29T00:00:00.000-04:002011-07-30T00:07:16.670-04:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<div align="center"></div><table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">Oh, how everybody loves their drama! Between government drama, neighbor drama, and movie release drama, Lab Tech Andi just wants to put all the drama back where it belongs, back in her happy place. To accomplish this she’s bringing in her favorite Tech Team with their thick rimmed glasses and love of comic book characters. So, head to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the funky beat of “Geek in the Pink” by Jason Mraz and the password is “Reboot”. Be Safe!</div><div align="center">*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyULByLi-ZK7uAdVqX-PODgfKbULNM5Pm3O-wxe60bgQECJ-Zv084gofq8G7d-LisQ9Yme43b2cxQz7fxA3JiSF-Bg6T9Nh3hCLXuokrxW84RtIAKbabVaxyKGwsKj9UGLoBcB40DS4ns/s1600/1x01_007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyULByLi-ZK7uAdVqX-PODgfKbULNM5Pm3O-wxe60bgQECJ-Zv084gofq8G7d-LisQ9Yme43b2cxQz7fxA3JiSF-Bg6T9Nh3hCLXuokrxW84RtIAKbabVaxyKGwsKj9UGLoBcB40DS4ns/s400/1x01_007.jpg" width="400" /></a>“This DAMN COMPUTER!!!” I yelled as I banged my fists on the keyboard. This was the fifth time, it had frozen on me in the last hour and I was reaching my limit. I picked up the keyboard to throw it across the lab, but just as it left my hand, Alice materialized right in front of me and caught it. While Jasper flashed behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder and my body slumped down into the chair.<br />
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“Andi, you’re going to break it if you keep this up.” Alice said as she put the keyboard back on my desk.<br />
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“What difference would it make?” I leaned forward putting my face in my hands. “It’s constantly freezing, there’s a delay when I type, it won’t read anything off my flash drive, and the internet keeps dropping. I’m losing my mind.”<br />
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“No you’re not, you just need a break.” Soothed the deep baritone voice and I raised my head to see Emmett leaning down in front of me. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hHmGgHOyzcjl-bFQR7kGYCllMRPg7tcg6lNCyEnAR-Ony1I0PwXKwix-iwvCqxroKzbpJ4F_t2XE-KpjougfuRYFOSuciuCmX0Tl1nD8EEWwvuRL91Db217smFu8Rl1BNkMwvhVsNmve/s1600/0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hHmGgHOyzcjl-bFQR7kGYCllMRPg7tcg6lNCyEnAR-Ony1I0PwXKwix-iwvCqxroKzbpJ4F_t2XE-KpjougfuRYFOSuciuCmX0Tl1nD8EEWwvuRL91Db217smFu8Rl1BNkMwvhVsNmve/s320/0048.jpg" width="319" /></a>I made a move to stand and mumbled, “I need geekier friends, Emmett.” <br />
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“What am I? Chopped liver?” Jasper said with mock irritation. “I can fix this hunk o’ junk and it’ll be better than anything the ‘Geek Squad’ could do.” And I laughed even though I knew Jasper was perfectly capable.<br />
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“Ok, tech Jasper, do your worst.” and I turned to hug him. “Thanks.”<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOkfCuZpXZm7Pd8jKCx4gtLLe8RSh8iWpIgboDYPSN973L8WZNhv2wqvMgtdHT9oreQnj92A7pb2KqPSuRO6-N9lL6Z9_MfS64tIprOePlnMyjECUtFpCwWMmm9VNfLAbcUtFfnTICoQls/s1600/nylon_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOkfCuZpXZm7Pd8jKCx4gtLLe8RSh8iWpIgboDYPSN973L8WZNhv2wqvMgtdHT9oreQnj92A7pb2KqPSuRO6-N9lL6Z9_MfS64tIprOePlnMyjECUtFpCwWMmm9VNfLAbcUtFfnTICoQls/s200/nylon_17.jpg" width="200" /></a>“Now, it’s time for you to leave!” Alice said grabbing my hand and pushing me toward Emmett. “Take her away; Rose is waiting!!”<br />
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“Waiting for what? Where am I going?” I looked between the three of them when Emmett snatched me up and threw me over his shoulder.<br />
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“It’s a surprise.” Then he laughed the most devious laugh I’d ever heard from him and watched the shack get smaller and smaller as we raced away.</div><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~<br />
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</div><div align="left">Still without a clue as to where we headed, I sat in the back seat watching the scenery blur passed; my mind back in my geekless lab. ‘Perhaps we could kidnap one of those’ I thought and giggled to myself. So all my dealings this week contain characters of the super sexy geeky variety, because the brain has to be the sexiest organ of all, right? <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3neda4piE8Bgr5NSUvOyoGpcg07VYn-zAQ9eyLFUCPCOB3KGSOdKvlE_6reNxSYhI2GireQGCMdr_qyBOffY58jSe_RjP-nnEvfO1l8dluhqbdmyT8o-A_b5oYtjqARvvQSvGSXjvgVX4/s1600/Kristen-Stewart-photo_1400.preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3neda4piE8Bgr5NSUvOyoGpcg07VYn-zAQ9eyLFUCPCOB3KGSOdKvlE_6reNxSYhI2GireQGCMdr_qyBOffY58jSe_RjP-nnEvfO1l8dluhqbdmyT8o-A_b5oYtjqARvvQSvGSXjvgVX4/s200/Kristen-Stewart-photo_1400.preview.jpg" width="200" /></a>First, I’m offering up an amazing little tale called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6989390">Animate Me</a>” by abstract way. In this is sexy story, Edward is a professional animator for Animation Nation and the one thing that he’s absolutely certain about is that he’s an incredible artist. However, Edward has one little issue, he’s a tad socially inept and the girl he worships is cartoon exec for Animation Nation, Bella Swan. He’s loved her from afar for a while and the only way he’s been able to get close to her is to draw her every night in his self-published comic book. So when he steps in to help a friend by working at a computer store and the object of his obsession walks through the door looking for a “thingy”, will they find out they have more in common than just working for the same company?<br />
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6989390<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMBbLs5s661_9lysaodCZEghGACP7wjX6M6A9LER4xkX5M2T4tjnvop_rJ7IifVWIwPA5YLiZr9zhAO7BGbrV9CTk94D05hLzn4EwKrukfgzWPHFjjqj8gpxOwghyphenhyphenl66yTF-ZfFEfV43V/s1600/3196540_wzK0T8JQ_c_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMBbLs5s661_9lysaodCZEghGACP7wjX6M6A9LER4xkX5M2T4tjnvop_rJ7IifVWIwPA5YLiZr9zhAO7BGbrV9CTk94D05hLzn4EwKrukfgzWPHFjjqj8gpxOwghyphenhyphenl66yTF-ZfFEfV43V/s200/3196540_wzK0T8JQ_c_large.jpg" width="200" /></a>Next, I found a tale of two geeks in this adorably funny story titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5327102">Geek Love</a>” by SassenachWench. Edward and Bella are web geeks working for the same marketing company. Their relationship is fun and easy and because they work together Edward figures there’s no way to claim her. Until he can’t take the jealousy anymore and he begins the fight of his life to win over the girl he can’t have. <br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5327102">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5327102</a><br />
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Next is a very lemony fluffy tale titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4494177">Computer Repair</a>” by Jayeliwood. Edward is a major teenage geek and Bella-well, she isn't. Although, when Edward overhears that she has computer troubles he offers to lend her a helping hand. What happens after he fixes her computer is not something he would have ever expected and it’s turned his world on its side.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4494177">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4494177</a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpuOs-xpTqolM3P5bH-4ffKILc7FYrdGEi7iLJO27t_0RGnCAlljALGcLzlKwnquUbgaRq2t1ZiV_AzjRdhnXd4APwXitB-bq-l8vZSKX3trOFl9LyyMmqZHFQ3Lx9w80_rutE5pwpS5r/s1600/tumblr_lfisc7LR7Y1qdv2wso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpuOs-xpTqolM3P5bH-4ffKILc7FYrdGEi7iLJO27t_0RGnCAlljALGcLzlKwnquUbgaRq2t1ZiV_AzjRdhnXd4APwXitB-bq-l8vZSKX3trOFl9LyyMmqZHFQ3Lx9w80_rutE5pwpS5r/s320/tumblr_lfisc7LR7Y1qdv2wso1_500.jpg" width="184" /></a>Next, I’ve got a very cute and nerdy one-shot called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5621288">IF BELLA YES</a>” by mothlights. The year is 1977, and aspiring programmer, Edward Cullen walks into a shop called Vinyl Frontier to attempt to check out his sister’s new boyfriend, only to find that the woman in the record shop is his seventh grade crush – the impulsive and incomparable Bella Swan.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5621288">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5621288</a><br />
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And then I found smutty little one-shot titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4538118">Geek Squad to the Rescue</a>” by 4theluvofMary. Bella is an author of romance novels, while her real life is pretty much lacking in that department. There’s no art imitating life here until her computer crashes. Her track record with the Geek Squad has never been the greatest, but without any other options she grudgingly she calls them up for assistance. To her surprise, a hottie with glasses arrives at her door, willing and able to help her out with ALL of her problems.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4538118">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4538118</a><br />
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And last, but certainly not least, I found this amazingly adorable tale called “<span id="goog_1804971254"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/">Sittin' On The Shelf<span id="goog_1804971255"></span></a>” by cutie sstb. Despite the fact that she entirely over qualified, Bella has been working at Emmett's comic shop for the past 3 years. Spending her days trying to get Edward's attention and yet, Edward is oblivious to the fact that she fancies him. Will our Ednerd realize she adores him or remain in the dark? Alice has a plan…<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5749235">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5749235</a> <br />
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To go along with these fics I would usually recommend something of the adult variety, but this time I think I’m going to suggest something befitting these geeky tales and that would be Starbucks. Here’s a copy cat recipe for their “Caramel Macchiato” in the event you want to make something at home.<br />
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Ingredients<br />
2 tablespoons Starbucks' Vanilla Syrup<br />
1/2 cup fresh brewed espresso<br />
8 ounces steamed milk<br />
3 to 4 tablespoons Starbucks' Caramel Sauce<br />
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Instructions<br />
Add vanilla syrup to 16oz glass. <br />
Add steamed milk and caramel sauce and stir well.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-70657946654404761742011-07-15T14:04:00.002-04:002011-07-15T14:13:12.644-04:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<table border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><tbody style="padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;">
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<div align="left">You’ve been under this spell for a while and now that it’s over, we mourn its loss. As lovers of fiction, we’ve adopted some characters as family; watched them grow in print and then on screen, but the adventure has to end sometime, right? So, Lab Tech Andi is casing her own spell and bidding a fond farewell to Harry Potter with just a few magical deals she came across. So point your broomstick toward the blue door at the back of the shack, knock the heavy beat of “Stupify” by Disturbed and the password is “Alohomora”. Be Safe!</div><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~<br />
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</div><div align="left"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLmPe2SetjKFOJhN8iandhjkgz-b0Nd3L6Oo7Hh0RaGhq1byv8riDWFMhyphenhyphen2nFcmGk_n-Mdk2yyDIu6hUf4C-bn7tvWoMlnnKE89RbvTTqhae7EWuoaWpTtGyhLOVt9mLbIU3-AHHvsnpw/s320/EmmettNMCompanion.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" />I felt him hovering just behind me, his cool breath danced along the flesh of my neck. I knew that my pulse was increasing with each exhale and tap-tap-tap of my fingers. He breathed out once more making me shiver.<br />
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“What is taking you so long?” he growled low in my ear and I whirled around on him in frustration.<br />
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“Emmett McCarty Cullen! I would get this done faster if you would just leave me ALONE!!” I growled back at him and turned back to my keyboard. “Rose, can’t you please get him to leave me alone? I’m begging you!” I said under my breath knowing that she’d still be able to hear me. Emmett walked to the front of my desk and leaned in until he was mere millimeters from my face. I raised my eyes to his ochre ones, sucked in a controlled breath and blew in his face, “Go. Away.”<br />
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“You’re going to make us late!” he stated and then banged his hand on my desk making me jump a little and paced away from my desk.<br />
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<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8TUF7m0b6NAdzKaWc8NExmeu6kCH-TA2V4IRLq14rfWXNpO64arragHDFEox1PNdLryJxuLJ5ptp3eQ4fKjwNfd0Cx1VgIzxahdcJiTR45lzSKksvbUXkpwqM99RtbMeYNkuy_EqLvet/s320/nikki-reed-04010602.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" />“Leave Andi alone, Emmett” Rosalie said as she continued to casually flip though the magazine in her lap. “She’s not going to make us late for anything.”<br />
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“But she is!” he pouted and I suspect he was only attempting to gain an ally. It wasn’t working. Rose just rolled her eyes. He walked back over to stand behind me. “You type so slowly!! Move, I’ll type!” and as I felt his massive hands begin to curl around the tops of my arms like he was going to move me himself, the lilting piano of Dashboard Confessional’s ‘Blame it on the Changes’ began to stream from his pocket, Alice’s ringtone.<br />
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“But… Fine.” He stabbed at his phone and roughly shoved it back in his pocket as he walked away from me.<br />
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“Alice told you to leave me alone, didn’t she?” I asked and giggled a little continuing to type.<br />
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“Yes, but if you don’t hurry up, I’m going to ignore her.” He fumed from the other side of the room.<br />
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<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TllXvnrVMRFuy5rfSPv9CP8F1OLZZ7dLQmk8pPUHNW3yZvs1iQ80Mh-xCNY8LywPheKQtVSig6oXmyKGYB6eXTy9jNiddC1KqkJ1DbbJRWT8-9RYclUz7HoJgToEoVypIL3a34Dq-7Ve/s200/robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-concert-couple-14-1024x684.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" />“Emmett, it’s just movie,” I pleaded from my chair but the statement only made him speed to me and invade my space again.<br />
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“Only a MOVIE! ONLY A MOVIE!!” He turned his head to Rose, “She thinks this is only a movie!” He threw his hand in the air and forced a laugh then slammed his hand back on my desk. “THIS, you silly girl, is NOT just some MOVIE!! It’s the LAST HARRY POTTER MOVIE!! There will not be anymore after this one!! This IS IT!! AND I DON’T WANT TO MISS IT! YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME MISS IT!!”<br />
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Calmly, I put my hands on my desk and rose from my chair making my nose touch his, “It’s not like they’re going to destroy the movie once they show it. Besides, you guys have a private theater! It won’t even start until we get there! You WON’T MISS ANYTHING! Now. Go. Away.” I moved to sit back down and he snapped his teeth at me, but I didn’t flinch. Rose giggled at my fearlessness.<br />
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“Come here Emmett and let her finish,” Rose cooed patting the cushion next to her. “She’ll never get done if you keep interrupting her. Come.”<br />
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It was the most alluring thing I’d ever seen Rosalie do, but it worked to get Emmett away from my desk and I tap-tap-tapped as fast as my little fingers could tap, so that Emmett could go see his movie.</div><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~ <br />
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</div><div align="left">So in honor of the very last Harry Potter film, I’m paying homage to magic and the magical and even found a way for the Cullen’s to help Harry crossover. I hope you enjoy.<br />
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<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXb-hodquz85qe6XOoIKPwrzdZ4ootAVVCCO1slw4LbC16UK9dCvrhzFQXyE8eJD_1B2kETcgpDHbR9roQqZWgQ8IdFCmvyp7GttO96vrqMzyc_23CRFw_D-r-wE0TeAFR2eNwjGzoupn/s200/e24ff141.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" />First, I’m giving you a tale with little hidden magic called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4847870">An Untitled Continuation of the Twilight Saga</a>” by gothicfictionfan. It’s been almost six years after Bella became a vampire and the Cullen family has moved once more to start again. With Renesmee almost an adult the family has decided to enroll her in a private all-girls school while the rest of her family begins classes at the nearby public school. But a new beginning doesn’t necessarily mean that danger doesn’t lurk around the corner. Will the Cullen’s be able to fight off this new unfamiliar threat?<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4847870">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4847870</a><br />
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<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTHxlnW4ULJxwqrgq9I2bKjgztdItH_dk_bPuYpBf7rIr094o_R3Y5KfqYNWWp84Pq5HKArX6JDoRudpWVpZgtxPFd8PMemu0sytJhEztqlQAAO-f_tC-D8R8M4qiw6rVQUm7dTb5CA59/s200/1-8.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" />Second, I found a bit of otherworldly magic in “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4971734">The Mirrors</a>” by adorablecullens. Some families have secrets that go back generations and are so mythical they could only be the inventions of fairytales or the insane. As a child, Teddy discovered a doorway into another world and found a kindred spirit. At first he wondered if it was just a very realistic dream, but when his doorway is suddenly lost with the destruction of a family heirloom, his life is forever changed. Now as an adult, can Edward let down his carefully constructed shield and open himself back up to magic and love when he meets a beautiful - and hauntingly familiar - woman in real life?<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4971734">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4971734</a><br />
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<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP6maRBfAQvfcv03Etk3p4ihk2M8veGSqI4fqoCW6W7zB54rVLNZRIOj_uWErVU6Fb-iobuza8tLM6U1dS_OGqevd2BFlMoQlrBdGokIxLrGsGwjY1LfCBkau_tBuC1fAunR9gz-V8fBsc/s200/KristenSortinghat.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" />Lastly, I give you a tale that takes you all the way to Hogwarts called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5244652">The Secret Keeper</a>” by A. E. Giggle. Bella and the Cullen’s have been through so much and after being victorious against Victoria and the newborns, they thought all their danger was gone. At least until Bella’s bracelet begins to heat up, alerting her to dangerous events unfolding at her old school, Hogwarts. That’s right, Bella has a secret of her own and now she has no choice but to inform the Cullen’s of her true, magical identity. To put it simply ... she's a Witch and Voldemort is after Harry. Now, she and the Cullen’s will join in the battle to fight off the Death Eaters and save Hogwarts.<br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5244652">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5244652</a><br />
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To go along with these magical tales, I thought I’d find something that might be a magical ingredient called “Vipers Venom”<br />
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Ingredients: <br />
1oz Cinnamon Schnapps<br />
3 Scoops Ice Cream<br />
1oz Peach Schnapps<br />
1oz Sambuca<br />
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Mixing Instructions:<br />
Blend Ice Cream till it is smooth. Add the Peach Schnapps blend. Add Sambuca Blend. And add Cinnamon Schnapps and blend. Pour into bowl or glass for a milkshake.<br />
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The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-73273982768479267942011-07-08T11:39:00.007-04:002011-07-08T13:01:50.759-04:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<p align="center"></p><table style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" border="0"><tbody style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"><tr><td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"><img style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUBcepDksXGGeC33RkCEEK0eVfNicJPmQtgC-QpbPRo8FvY72x1zUOQQsgQvscoTSsFnGgMR6ni7ZHHuejyqfhEN7XUlCLAG67Bry7KIdhuXQNbJYoQrFWKt4n3-xmF9sWLByVGG-LGAYS/s800/Image5.jpg" width="339" height="339" /></td><td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"><img style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44I91nNkCC1On_guuc-g9YqCMXR4GZAkUMhQSQlcHs3hWsNt1pMpcniChBpa0Lek7aja6tcpvtsAFFaLWam1YZcl0TfSYbkQevB1demGjn-iSVrTUo7usNxBdMZ_d_N_V4U-Hsd9XZ-Gp/s800/Image5-1.jpg" width="180" height="339" /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><br /><br /><div align="left">I'm sure you've been shaking with need, digging around for that next hit, scraping by with anything you could get your hands on, but Lab Tech Andi is in her own recovery and has put together a few tales that are sure to let you escape whatever hell you're in too. So head to the back of the shack, knock the beats of "Good Life" by OneRepublic and the password is "Rescue". Be Safe!</div><br /><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~ </div><br /><div align="left"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627014681908063682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LYb4vljQV2jjPllUjbNsu6csEpdzdLmSBOjfIHcaHTI6FXgqLNAOdpsfsOsM6yiNx3VyzpDuElotOmIjuOMPwD5SS7xgk4msKa0swzqWdspH4Ej6kwfy3bDty5daB-pXZKd5lNRnmvsR/s400/038.jpg" />It was like I’d been living at the bottom of the ocean these past few weeks; I usually thrived under stress, but lately all I could feel was its weight bearing down on me. Slowly, I felt myself surfacing like I was swimming through a heavy syrup; my brain only half functioning. On the edges of my consciousness, I couldn't hear the voices trying to pull me further out of my dream-state.<br /><br />“Andi, you need to get up! Can she even hear us?” Bella said just a few inches from my head.<br /><br />“Oh, I'm quite certain she can hear us,” Alice responded. “In fact, she should be awake in another 32 seconds.”<br /><br />I rolled over trying to bat them away, but they swiftly moved out of the path of my swinging arm. “Go away!” I pleaded to them. “Why won't you just leave me be?”<br /><br />“Because we have let you be for too long now. The addicts need you, the authors are worried about you, and quite frankly, I'm tired of watching you sit around here all day.” Bella said as she pulled me into a sitting position. “You need to get back into the routine of things, you have things to do.”<br /><br />“But I don’t even know what to give them.” I rolled over again, this time to face them. “Alice, look into the future and tell me what stories they want.”<br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627014953578277698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJvOFLOvMqRJpJCnpsa9-_ApMyZm_XLeK1IhrUrtSgN_RRBFFSHy57OjQ9nb4vRRHAMnvYghMEQz95MhHxgyJ1_Q7rVhAxquCrnrTxMvI5fwjKh5aD5n-ZZymtQxCePRegsPUufzOBgfb/s320/014a.jpg" />“Andi,” Alice sat down beside me, “you know I won’t know that unless you’ve already made up your mind yourself. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t been reading. Just give them something that you like and the rest of it will come together.”<br /><br />“Are you sure?”<br /><br />“We’re sure!” They said in unison which made me giggle a little.<br /><br />“Ok, but if I get this together, can we do something fun?” I asked dragging myself out of bed.<br /><br />“Definitely!” Bella told me as she pushed me toward the bathroom. “Now get a move on, we don’t have time to waste!”</div><br /><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~ </div><br /><div align="left">Then I began thinking, what would I give my poor neglected addicts? Something fun? Something dark? Something I’ve loved? Alright, then here goes…<br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627015357078849202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFNliShSI8nsGc4tGHQbIKzpgAnbIkb48Vtx6KgqgMfAWpP1i1ordmde1tYLEKzSKvP2BbAyfmlzD5W-7tAhyphenhyphenCKE1JPqUfwV0DpsRPuHExNBpaYQ4XzL1TEtscda-lWRGIDDPTv3egz7D/s200/009.jpg" />First, I’ll give you a tale that makes me laugh quite often called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6281686">Spirit of '76</a>” by spanglemaker9. It's July 4th, 1976, and all of New York City has cut loose to celebrate - everyone except Edward Cullen. But Emmett refuses to let him sink any further into the family mold and insists they head into the city without a single plan. Of course that’s when they bump into two very modern girls who seem to remain just slightly out of reach. Will they ever manage to catch them? The whole one-shot is awesome and this author never disappoints, but I think the funniest part of this story is the image of Emmett in bell bottom pants and platform shoes. It’s just so Emmett.<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6281686">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6281686</a><br /><br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627015542239426450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxy4G8fIY5wJF3ASPaS6RhXYEYZVmfddCh7bZJYRYkwVZTt29ypjFFhkEH84UL-0ZuYHSA_Zot_RRXBn8FTqbept6lLA6GCllhpSVKtX7Qrkgahzuh9WCLpjGu7wQ4uf31osmtzrgLEcc/s320/260011_117242265033327_100002426610614_159755_2474279_n.jpg" />Next I’ll give you a story by a fairly new author that I picked up only for the simple reason that he has a way with painting pictures with words called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7114690">The Photographer</a>” by BellasBritishNerd. Edward and Bella have known each other since high school, were even best friends, but once she moved away under the pretence of attending college, their level of communication suffered and Edward wasn’t sure he’d ever hear from her again, even if he couldn’t ever stop loving her. However, fate works in funny ways and even when you think you have everything you want; do you ever really have everything you need? Will their continued lack of communication eat away at the thread-bare amount of trust they had to begin with? This story is not a happy one and this Edward is sexy, but pretty rough around the edges. So if you like your Edward’s a tad on the raw side, I know you’ll love this tale too.<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7114690">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7114690</a> <br /><br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627015947945405554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ibjsxh1GjLkFao-ZAqmnqtPwGfastQ5V0jX8F8K7lrLHkYlPx_120DqGgvHuVGdipddGv0hQWvxCBdAr1Xy4sgxsXN1_CllCltIbBrRpDcsAvQZvWvmmxas_0Q483oAEQ_UkTSH3qN33/s200/014.jpg" />Finally, I’ll give you a tale that’s a beautiful struggle called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6193469">Never Bargained For You</a>” by SpringHale. Edward Cullen, a PhD candidate in English Literature and father of two little girls, wishes he could change his past when his wife, Tanya, suddenly up and disappears without a warning. In search of understanding, he seeks out the guidance of an author who has inspired him to find a new purpose in life, Bella Swan. However, Bella has her own turmoil from a failing celebrity marriage and simply wants to delve into something new so she won’t have to think much about her own life. How will these two souls help each other mend as they blur the line between student and mentor? What I love about this story is that it makes you think about more than the characters; it makes you really want to know what moves them. Read this and you’ll want to know them too.<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6193469">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6193469</a> <br /><br />Now to go along with these little beauties, I think I’ll recommend a <em>Cranberry Lifesaver</em>:<br /><br /><strong>Ingredients</strong><br />2oz Amaretto<br />1oz Cranberry juice<br /><br /><strong>Mixing Instructions</strong><br />Mix together with crushed ice in a glass and garnish with mint leaves<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627016552409916082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZsi6FTUVtBUz5-dsVqBZQNgtrXkdNWJi5BdXsNWXMK1cRMT3ZfqyItaYChNMX160MWaekkFLSEnBhxtLtZTFIz_O5BLsOft__8jEeKNK8vzC1vAZeFFjJf8xOBDfQgwPg6h0xMA7h_nIK/s400/008.jpg" /><br /><br />Until next time, Tweet (<a href="https://twitter.com/FanFicDealer">FanFicDealer</a>), <a href="http://www.facebook.com/LabTechAndi">Message me on Facebook</a>, or email (<a href="mailto:fanficdealer@gmail.com">fanficdealer@gmail.com</a>) if you want to talk shop.<br /><br />The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-76547818700950230192011-07-04T20:03:00.002-04:002011-07-04T20:03:47.595-04:00::Team Love Shack:: NEW BREAKING DAWN QUOTE TSHIRTS!!!!<div id="1FC">Powered By 1FreeCart.com - <a href="http://www.1freecart.com">Free Webstore Software</a></div><script language="javascript" src="http://cullenloveshack.1freecart.com/c_js.asp?id=-1"></script>Lisa Knappehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240697042695375119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-29365938011489180732011-06-17T23:57:00.008-04:002011-06-18T00:17:06.181-04:00::Team Twilight:: Fan Fiction Friday<p align="center"></p><table style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" border="0"><tbody style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"><tr><td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"><img style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUBcepDksXGGeC33RkCEEK0eVfNicJPmQtgC-QpbPRo8FvY72x1zUOQQsgQvscoTSsFnGgMR6ni7ZHHuejyqfhEN7XUlCLAG67Bry7KIdhuXQNbJYoQrFWKt4n3-xmF9sWLByVGG-LGAYS/s800/Image5.jpg" width="339" height="339" /></td><td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"><img style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44I91nNkCC1On_guuc-g9YqCMXR4GZAkUMhQSQlcHs3hWsNt1pMpcniChBpa0Lek7aja6tcpvtsAFFaLWam1YZcl0TfSYbkQevB1demGjn-iSVrTUo7usNxBdMZ_d_N_V4U-Hsd9XZ-Gp/s800/Image5-1.jpg" width="180" height="339" /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><br /><br /><div align="left">You’ve been so patient and waited for me to regain my wits, for which I’m eternally grateful!! I think I shall reward my lovely addicts with gifts of Dadward!! After all it, it will be Father’s Day on Sunday and our swoon-worthy Edward Cullen will be another year older on Monday. Therefore, I suggest you head to the Blue door at the back of the shack, knock the heavy beats of “Sleep Isabella” by Abney Park and the password is “Daddy”. Be Safe!</div><br /><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~ </div><br /><div align="left"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2cVqGpIEfqh6pWobv7KtghU9MTc9o8eThPsN0Gnlb37OR6XyeOHOlYhUcDiqmyB9m9oDTYDZQgLbCT2bUbKgTK_gqaF-aezq1KSiISmP9FN2OdD-EQC2H03QaE9QogF6Ee3KSgt_hrij_/s400/011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619404627586888258" border="0" />Yet again, I open the door to the lab and out tumbles a stream of notes so beautiful, they make your heart melt at the sound. It’s the sort of sound that paints pictures with notes. It’s amazing and wonderful and so welcome that I can hardly stay focused on what I’m actually supposed to accomplish today. The amazing thing about all of this is that the notes sweeping me away from my currently reality are not being played my usual keyboard musician, but by the guitar strumming of his inherently talented offspring. <br /><br />For the past several days, Jasper and Renesmee had been camped out in one corner of the lab preparing a song for Edward’s Father’s Day and Birthday gift. Edward had once made a passing comment to Renesmee that he would teach her how to play the guitar one day and lately he’d been asking if she was ready. What he didn’t know was that she wanted to surprise him and to do that she’d begged her Uncle Jasper to give her lessons in the lab. I didn’t even realize Jasper knew how to play the guitar, but I guess there are still lots of things I don’t know about them.<br /><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGdamRKXx5cSFeThfK0vMlau3duVKJC1Q3_GFoqjK378x71e2yO6qPGIPSpvnMUs5nOSbVGc5bi23JEuc8IaX0rIOslGWzCo38lxKhiCDf7Np6xybG3qhFpMfLScJqo5qrvA-bpOjx4jT/s320/session3_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619405192961560098" border="0" />Renesmee was a natural at music though, just like her father. I’d watched it happen not long ago when Edward had sat with her at the keyboard and played Bella’s lullaby while the authors and I swooned from our seats. After he struck the final cord, she crawled onto his lap, placed her tiny hands on the keys and copied his movements exactly. It was a spectacular thing to witness and very entertaining to see Edward attempt to contain his complete and utter astonishment.<br /><br />One of the recent side-effects of Renesmee’s songs was the imagery they conjured while she played them. It was almost as if the talent was an extension of her ability to project images by touch. All she really had to do was play a song and your mind would be taken over with pictures. I hadn’t noticed this effect when Edward was giving her lessons, but she wasn’t playing her own music then either. Right now she was composing and it really was magical, but unlike the images you saw when she touched you, if you managed to block out her music, you could block out the pictures too. Although, who’d want to? They were like little vacations without ever having to leave home.<br /><br />And a little vacation was exactly what I needed. I think Alice could see that too. She’d popped in a time or two, while Jazz and Nessie were in here, but mostly she stayed away letting me get absorbed by the sounds around me. It was perfect and I knew that Edward would love it. So come Sunday, Renesmee would be able to dazzle everyone with her talent and it would be the most perfect Father’s Day ever.</div><br /><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~ </div><br /><div align="left">With Father’s day in mind, all the dealing I picked out contain fathers, some good, some bad, some who want to be better. I hope you enjoy.<br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8snBnlvIy0r6f7oxM7DM9HUlQmkPXdaOlkEGYhNQpyjf9XHoWSf8eimpeC5g1jBU0QRG5UBIZvTzwkQzD1ZlfgV4lG18fFX9xJN5caRa8jxvVHeUrEMAcN-5jmzROH31V2ezOIN0OpKl/s200/mackenzie-foy-casting-breaking-dawn-2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619406455591914674" border="0" />My first tale, is a period piece titled “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5905059">To Be in Her Light</a>” by sunflowersongs Edward Masen, the Viscount Cullen, is not a very good man. Up until his father’s death, he has lead an incredibly sinful existence which has given him two illegitimate daughters. Despite the fact that he has no idea how to be a father to these two little girls, he’s not about to deny them either. So with the assistance of his staff, he employs Miss Isabella Swan to be his children's governess, but finds himself drawn to her in unreasonable ways. However, their stations in life and his past might not lead to happiness.<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5905059">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5905059</a><br /><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLazRZt-PxgEuVbRk3xN7NxFxA3kAp2-ZqpTlwLkQfd1MAXACBwU-l193X4RKWcEMOxRF_o25CAf4pkq_d_2kDQpKGmD-xHXE5zPxSirkOnsccSY86qib6eTbuaI0SyATAIHlP4bcE-Bi/s200/3224695398_65d65dfbd9-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619406820050348114" border="0" />Next, I found this amazingly hot Dadward in “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5424248/">Playing Doctor</a>” by lexiecullen17. Edward Cullen is a young, single dad, whose just been abandoned by his girlfriend with their infant son. This was not the life he had planned and it’s certainly not been easy, but he knows he’ll find a way to make it work. So, when his son's pediatrician, the lovely Dr. Swan, offers to help out, if ever he needs it, will he take her up on that offer? This short is a very beautifully long and slow burn of a one-shot, but completely worth it.<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5424248/">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5424248/</a><br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrY3SkWhTiXFf93Gvxc0FMW1BWLgrDXr_w5FviMytkBuVh6wqjzDm3Z_mE17TDghl9NLuAcFXQ8Aiu7HovH0yOHHJBGwu8uZK7nN5mnnWQY8GKUPgpY8eyMrKMpejoxgr1vnHlyYxvfcRm/s200/63987191-7654a0aa66fe17c7a7a7986177b02254_4b705cb4-scaled-560x373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619407430625448018" border="0" />Last, I have a long awaited mystery called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4605391/">A Beautiful Lie</a>” by Brindalyn. Edward and Bella have been friends since childhood and have shared nearly everything, but at the age of seventeen, they’ll find their paths go in different directions. He’ll become a star and she’ll stay in the sleepy town they grew up in, raising his son, a son he knew nothing about. A son she hid from him to allow him to live out his dream and protect them both. Will this secret be too much to keep from him when this is the only man she’ll ever love?<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4605391/">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4605391/</a><br /><br />Now to go along with these tales, I’m going to suggest a simple bottle of your favorite wine, just to soothe that craving for children.<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidrJMUi_uORascpfE4NH3zZ2rbYzSBvipMDVpT-TVItZId8OPspSKiJoJHVCjqpp7qoLvNh7lo49reV8RPtdzqli4AJ2bmYu8Ego0_IyQmlJSB2sjw20yLgGq-D10a1UqFGqG3djYCxLqO/s400/3412570088_84a868d6cf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619408083248641682" border="0" /><br /><br />I hope you all have an excellent Father's Day and until next week, Tweet (<a href="https://twitter.com/FanFicDealer">FanFicDealer</a>), <a href="http://www.facebook.com/LabTechAndi">Message me on Facebook</a>, or email (<a href="mailto:fanficdealer@gmail.com">fanficdealer@gmail.com</a>) if you want to talk shop.<br /><br />The deal has been made. ;)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165157089153287408.post-31873234571964432762011-06-04T23:33:00.009-04:002011-06-04T23:58:23.734-04:00::Team Twilight:: Storybook Saturday<p align="center"></p><table style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" border="0"><tbody style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"><tr><td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"><img style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LvAU7dee1oUuF8biH653fa3reKHcpMhyinVVXg8gDBR2c-4cDxKTJUoHVDDAxeo2kPTIwse2FKaA58sJf8NQCKqf8YPSukyP7NZvZj4kAL-IvbHiaAdBXpOj_6kLWw7cYiom9dfTjuzh/s400/StorySat.jpg" width="339" height="339" /></td><td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"><img style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44I91nNkCC1On_guuc-g9YqCMXR4GZAkUMhQSQlcHs3hWsNt1pMpcniChBpa0Lek7aja6tcpvtsAFFaLWam1YZcl0TfSYbkQevB1demGjn-iSVrTUo7usNxBdMZ_d_N_V4U-Hsd9XZ-Gp/s800/Image5-1.jpg" width="180" height="339" /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><br /><br /><div align="left">You’ve been so patient. You’ve wait for things to come together and finally, you will be rewarded. Lab Tech Andi has just been swamped lately, but thankfully the Cullen’s know how important your addictions are and would never deprive you of the thing you desire most. So Bella’s dug through Andi’s computer to find to fics that could rival the promised trailer on Sunday. When you’re ready, make your way to the blue door at the back of the shack, knock out the sweet melodic guitar from “If You Find Her” by Future of Forestry, and the password is “Forever”. Be Safe!</div><br /><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~ </div><br /><div align="left"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV7v_jV-Ph59uidTDWoQVR7-yki1kOvmeN36qvv_snn0uBOxyoGHF4CnuQxviAXpjV0WIVWq68XT21e0tRaHwuV0Ndc5F_aGABhEpYTrcFNYgYZb2gR7Bw7eCvPoQxFK6y52qLiX6vYJ5y/s400/252965_342335229996_116682874996_1310316_3162539_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614576221725490258" />“Did your wedding look like that, Momma?” Renesmee asked beside me as she watched the short video Andi had playing on one of the nearby screens not that she was watching it.<br /><br />“No baby, our ceremony was in the living room, not outside,” I explained and turned back to the computer.<br /><br />“Was your hair like that?” <br /><br />“It was close; Aunt Rose did a much better job on my hair than those stylists did on that actress’ hair.”<br /><br />“Well, did they get any of it right?” She asked appearing to get slightly exasperated.<br /><br />“We won’t know for sure until the movie comes out, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Then I heard Andi begin to stir on the other side of the room and I glanced in her direction for a second. She still appeared a sleep. So I continued on with my mission.<br /><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6VeDtEC5uMhvRNWo0-XcsGPIAQzQB0Z5cJpSApQ4wBROkzvidiP_iwtnhjfZ7an_M3Wpdrj4tFKV5EzDwPshAD-QD6HexRLB4av6oUIqMi_U12SanQoNYgJrAgTcfVPRA4NBB19GxbYi/s400/251037_342335279996_116682874996_1310318_3943744_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614576436313155858" />This week had been a complete nightmare for her; other obligations had been driving her blood pressure through the roof and I could hear it struggle to flow through her veins even from this distance. Alice had sent me here the other night, saying that Andi was in trouble. By the time Edward and I burst through the door of the lab, she was curled up on the floor in a sobbing heap.<br /><br />I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she couldn’t even form a coherent sound. Edward tried to decipher her thoughts, but said it was all just ones and zeros; nothing that made sense to him. We eventually got her off the floor and Edward looked her over, just to make sure she wasn’t injured and then he sang just like he does for Renesmee at bedtime; like he used to do for me when I used to sleep. Eventually, her sobs calmed and then she was asleep. While she slept, Edward could better see her thoughts. He said it was just stress and sleep would help her.<br /><br />“What about Friday?” I ask Edward. “I doubt she has anything prepared and she not in any condition to put anything together either.”<br /><br />“Oh Love, we’ll just have to say she’s unavailable this week, I’m sure people will understand.” <br /><br />“What if I put them out?” I asked. “We’ve all done it before, but it’s just that Friday is a little too close and I don’t have a clue what she has in that computer.”<br /><br />“Bella, I’m sure it will all work out if you want to do it.” Edward reassured me. “I’m certain Andi would appreciate it.”<br /><br />“Ok, then I’d better see what I have to work with,” I told him as I rose to my feet and he pulled me in close for a long lingering kiss. I opened my mind to him as we kissed, letting him know what he was doing to me and as I pulled away I simply whispered, “Later”.<br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYdJDJcM4PmP4dgQTOveRjmEge4AZx84MMcbtCcDnpzdvNNsHn_Wc2ENcBOVd12H0FsuG07O_TH9uCGkISkwp4L4c1LwF87lDyGaEl5XvpyosP-TVUzdfIZeTow28nEfrf5QBWPRv6JVp/s400/027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614576813516778082" />He responded with a growl and as I walked away, he swatted my behind growling the words “wicked woman” under his breath. When I looked back at him, he had the most angelic smile on his face, which made me giggle knowing he was anything but. <br /><br />I got on Andi’s computer and there was so much there, I couldn’t figure out how she ever found anything. I’d been sifting through files for a while when Renesmee popped in with Alice and she dragged him away to help with something. I hadn’t even paid any attention to what was playing on any of the other screens until Renesmee started asking me questions about our wedding. I stopped to watch it for a moment and remembered how nervous I was that day; how beautiful everything was; how perfect our wedding night was. I was still lost in thought when Edward came back through the door.<br /><br />“Come up with anything yet?”<br /><br />“Nope,” that’s when I noticed what he had in his hands. “Why did you bring our wedding album?”<br /><br />“Alice said I should show it to Renesmee,” he said looking at her and she immediately jumped into his arms.<br /><br />“Yes, Daddy! Please!” she exclaimed, “These wedding clips are so short. I want to know about your wedding!”<br /><br />“Ah, now I understand,” he said as he glanced at the screen and then over to me and winked. “Let’s go over here and leave mommy alone. We’ll look at some real wedding pictures.” I giggled.<br /><br />With my attention back on the screen before me, I suddenly knew what I had to find and my path was clear. They had to be here somewhere; I just had to keep going.</div><br /><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~ </div><br /><div align="left">So with my own wedding on my mind, I searched to find a few stories about weddings. I hope the ones I found will tide you over until the trailer is released. <br /><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRn7Y0xBsQvVEJHEyO56Q55QEN97ZoW1OL9yC3I-HPa7FJER4tyW9VzaJdn_1Kb6k5nIfBGxDCn6gigxt1TrZ5R2F4Nqi1UoUxOxik8p3gHDomHfXyjgpIl0G186l71Ier7i-0jrADiAS/s200/tumblr_lfifykffYm1qbmozgo1_r5_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614577173923436258" />The first wedding I found was a tale called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6596606">I Thee Wed</a>” by SydneyAlice. Wedding planners, Bella Swan and Alice Whitlock, are hired to plan the wedding of the year. The only thing is that the groom has been mysteriously MIA for a while and the bride is going out of town for a few weeks. As final details of the wedding are coming together, Bella is going to have to work closely with this groom. What happens when she breaks the cardinal rule of wedding planning and falls for the groom? How will Edward be able to keep his promise without breaking the heart of the woman he truly loves?<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6596606">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6596606</a><br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5UULN7UQRmqwpjVDMxt33BsMq4EOQ16gMd6_y0q_s0trYh4ilIq1-GzPSrtlNaBuVte-lw-sNtJ9AInBWvcrEgi3-avxootR12OVgV8VM-CUsAq92obPqJD3aocp9i9ydWTQCcilh-cK/s200/kristen-stewart-pictures-images-twilight_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614577500088092482" />Next, I found a wedding tragedy in a story titled, “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4428342">Eight Years Later</a>” by jmeyer. It’s been 8 long years since Edward left Bella on their wedding day. But after quite a bit of effort, she’s managed to fake her way into a normal existence. Despite the difficultly of coming back, Forks has always been her home and she misses Charlie, so she’s finally come back to Forks. Only when she arrives, she discovers Edward has also returned with a BIG secret. Everything is different and that really shouldn’t be possible since Edward was a vampire, right?<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4428342">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4428342</a><br /><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqzgeB2X6nUFHy9em9-S0NtZ7oc-o2i5Gg80Rd7HNHk-EwhxnuI_9IgFPWCWhVYJBVhdEwaEVsqz-TpNNLanBSG6YIimF2QNMaHDDJMXG4Kb6_VSEAienjGXgy6bWtITGbNgtwTtK5pB6k/s200/003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614577676629166178" />The third wedding I found was also a small tragedy called “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5135527">Picture Windows</a>” by nerac. Bella has the picture perfect life on the horizon, but a week before her wedding, tragedy strikes and her fiancé is suddenly taken. While recovering from losing the love of her life, she meets a stranger in a hauntingly familiar way. Could he have been sent by her late fiancé?<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5135527">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5135527</a><br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdq2O9yyO1CMCEmI-aM3dD4JrhDceC8CRq-BCwzjPvBKPbKzY8dyfu0LZqwc6KsUXypZNrzJqm9SkabDuZSlorzJCjT3zES-BW9WDfsZg3fC3bakErhBUEDiNSeaTy2qJlGBXB7QAoyQo_/s200/Kristen-Stewart-twilight-series-3875952-1102-1526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614577847795986882" />Lastly, I found another wedding planner in a short and sweet tale called, “<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6876336">True Companion</a>” by bellamarie117. Bella Swan always believed in happily ever afters. So, when she marries her high school sweetheart and starts her own wedding business, she thinks she's living her dream. Until it all comes to a rather abrupt end. Can it be possible that she was really destined for someone else all along and has worked beside him off and on for years?<br /><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6876336">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6876336</a><br /><br />Now because of all the excitement that Sunday promises to bring, I’m just going to recommend you pull out a bottle of Champagne to celebrate.<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADbGX-AjJuMe1bWayEaSgUYnIWfcO0SyD_5uwZWs5UFigC1LVGKDhkCyqbqsPrGKkw07-kIQMOj2Y24iv1pFaKAtk3gSSnGW2DMfmKXi8ZIb8eMsiXVqT55jqnsQMfwdluUJ6DDSOpXwB/s400/Favim.com-26620.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614578106556745922" /><br /><br />So hopefully, Andi will recover and all will be better next week. 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