Category Archives: Pissed Off

I showed you mine…

Hello Everybody *waves*

RobsFan~tasy

Ya’ll heard me sound off the other day about my opinion on SCUMMIT denying us the visual pleasure of seeing this on the big screen…

BD HEADBOARD SCENE
DAY—UMMMM!!!!

and many of you chimed in as well. (thanks for the support girls, I appreciate it alot!) Well apparently we are not the ONLY one who is a little verbal on the topic!

This Poor Kitty Just found out there would be no Headboard scene in BD and is Having a really hard time Coping with it. How ever she has no problem voicing her thoughts on the topic! LMAO

 
Then Rob found out about it and This was his initial reaction…

Are You F*cking Kidding me??

 No Rob it’s True. But then he realized just how stupid it was on Summit’s part…

Dumb asses! You pay me to spend hours in bed with SWMNBN. Then pull the scene Which means your not going to show all the fans the one major scene they've been waiting YEARS for? Can anyone say Stupid???

 But then The truth was revealed!!! The truth Being that it took so long (TWSS) to film the simple scene Rob was actually costing them a fortune…

Even after SWMNBN passed out from exhaustion, our Boy was still going strong!!!

 

Maybe I should create an all photo dictionary…called WikiP33nia with just pics like these LOL I showed you mine! Now show me yours? bwahahaha

Anyways, just incase some of you have not seen some of the really great Edits that have came out of the pretty in the last few days, I thought I’d share.

The finished Product

 

Beautiful profile

Could you imagine just standing by his side?
The Fingers!!! Gah!! *THUD*

Or having your hand in his?

 

UNF!!!

Putting you lips there? anywhere?
Stunning, Absolutely Stunning!!!

Having those eyes look into yours??

 
Think you can handle a gfif after that??
well, you’re getting one, hang on ta somethin!!
 

 

I showed you mine…now show me some of your favorite pics from the last few days.

MWAH!!!

RobsFan-tasy

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Monday Madness~ the Raven

Hello Everybody *waves*

RobsFan~tasy

 Morning Ladies,
Had a really shitty day and spent most of it Fluctuating  between feeling like crap and in full throttle anger. I wasn’t even sure I was going to put up a post today but I just couldn’t sleep knowing I would be leaving my girls hanging. So anyway, I didn’t have a post prepared but I’ve been saving this one for closer to Halloween hoping to find a way to tie it up with Rob. Then it hit me, this is the first poem I ever read, it’s the poem that inspired me to write poetry and even novels which has since  (with the help of the Sofaking Hawt Rob) lead me to fan-fiction. So without further adieu here is my favorite poem, and my inspiration for writing tied up in a Halloween post.
Edgar Allen Poe Rob

The Raven

 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is, and nothing more.”


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door; –
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” –
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore –
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; –
‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door –
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door –
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore –
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door –
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore –
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never – nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted –
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore –
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore –
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”


“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,” I shrieked, upstarting –
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

Much Love to you all,
RobsFan~tasy

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