Category Archives: Jackson Rathbone

Book Boyfriends – The Lunar Chronicles edition.

Book 2 of the Lunar Chronicles, and I have two new book boyfriends! Yay!  Nothing new really. (see also fangirling)

…oh, that reminds me…before we get too much further…

red alert


This might get a slight bit fangirly and boy crazy. It’s not intentional. These things just happen.


Okay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s get to the guys.

Captain Carswell Thorne.

Captain is a loose title for a guy that can barely fly the ship he stole. He’s got this Han Solo appeal to me with his beloved jacket and this “hunk of junk” ship that he stole and he doesn’t want people badmouthing. He’s such a smart ass! Again, Han. And I think that’s why I fell for him so easily. He’s my type of guy. As I read him in Scarlet, I flipped through images in my head, trying to find the “right fit” for a guy. Han is Han and cannot be a Carswell no matter what. I tried imagining a younger Jackson Rathbone…but the Texan accent wasn’t working with Thorne all that well. Even though there was a Carswell AFB in Ft. Worth where I lived in school. But no. The correlation wouldn’t stick.

When I read something about his eyes when Cinder looked into them, my mind went to Eggsy…

Eggsy from The Kingsmen. Taron Egerton. And STARS! Fireworks exploded. He fits so well for me. Except the accent. Thorne is American and I have a Dickens of a time trying to put him into an American accent. Especially when I love the British one so much…and the glasses he wears in that movie…but that’s another post. For his voice, I am always slipping into Chris Evans…always Chris Evans…with those snarky lines…I die.

IDKY, but it happens. (It’s so velvety soft to my ears *happy sigh*). But Taron is Thorne…definitely.

As the books go on, I hope to keep liking him. (He really is my favorite character so far.) Thorne is funny and so not with the program yet way ahead of everyone else…I can’t stop the goofy grin on my face when I think about that one part where he did something (NO SPOILERS!) or snarked off a comment to enrage Cinder…I LOVE CAPTAIN AMERICA THORNE! (Cap is for another post at another time. I love him, too.)


Once  his size was noted, I immediately thought of Kellan Lutz in Breaking Dawn ii when he was like über jacked. He is THE MOST MUSCULAR PERSON I have ever met in my life. Seriously. Have you seen him do those no feet push-ups?  Then those pull-ups that never end? I can imagine Wolf doing those very things while barely breaking a sweat.

And he’s really tall, too, so it was so easy to fit him into that role…minus about ten years, and he’d play him in the movie. I think he’d be great as Wolf, too.

Wolf for me, though, is a true love/hate relationship. One minute, I find him endearing and sweet. The next, I’m either PISSED or just gawking at him thinking Unbelievable. He is the Beast to my inner Belle. I want to hug him, but am afraid I might lose an arm, but would totally forgive him as he handed it back to me with apologies. I feel bad for his circumstances. I love that he’s trying to change…and I hope it’s not a ruse…and I hope it’s for Scarlet…and I can’t stop thinking about him either.

But yeah, Kellan Lutz. Definitely.

Now I am on Cress. I hope the guys keep me enchanted. I look forward to finding out more about the guys, but also Cinder and Scarlet…and Cress, of course. As of page 22, I am enraged with Kai. I loathe Levana with every fiber of my being. I’m currently on Wolf’s side again. And look forward to what Captain Charisma is up to…even though Iko is more Captain than he is right now.  I’m sorta wishing on a STAR for a new character to come along…and for Kai to get his head on straight so I can like him…

And if you haven’t read any of The Lunar Chronicles, you won’t understand any of this.
To which I will say, “Go read it so we can discuss this stuff!”


Chris Evans gif found on
Kellan Lutz gif was pinned on my pinterest board but originally found on ilovemormonvampires on tumblr.Jackson Rathbone image is my own personal image from the 100 Monkeys show in Denver, August 13, 2011.
The other images were found through random googling, or on my pinterest board and altered by me in photoshop for purposes of casting my new book boyfriends.

Leave a comment

Filed under book boyfriends, casting couch, Chris Evans, having fun, Jackson Rathbone, random blathering, the fangirling has made it here, thinking out loud

This is going back, way back in time, without a DeLorean to get me there fast.

Okay, so my BFF (HI YOU!) asked if someone could read one of my long forgotten tales…and I don’t mind. Maybe there’s something I missed on that first draft story that still leaves it incomplete and in first draft status to this day, although I finished typing it almost three years ago. And I was thinking what else could be read. What else haven’t I finished.

As I was going back through the 73 (Yes, I have seventy-three–holy cow! I didn’t know there were that many of them–finished and unfinished files/stories, not including the idea lists) I found one of my most favorite tales tucked away in a folder. I thought it was long gone. I thought it had been lost forever when a teacher erased my hard drive last year. I remember it, but could never get back the way it read or the way it felt on the screen. To rewrite it would be to destroy it.

I’m glad I didn’t try. While it’s no longer in the style of how I write now, I cherish it immensely. The perfectionist in me wants to make it updated and fix it to what I do now, but my soul has slapped the perfectionist’s hands away. It was good enough to get quite a few likes back in the day when all my stories wound up on

While I get ff is sometimes frowned upon, Twilight FF more often than not, I am going to post it here… It was always meant to be shared within the contest I wrote it for and for everyone who just adored Jasper and the band 100 Monkeys (I miss them so hard…just miss them!). I’m not ashamed of where I came from because it’s truly helped me find myself and let me go to where I need to go. It’s all just part of this path I found one day. Without it, I wouldn’t be here now.

Why do I feel like I just gave a speech at the Oscars?

Leave a comment

Filed under contest, fictional beginnings, finding myself, Jackson Rathbone, learning lessons

Taking a break from writing…

In honor of kiTT’s birthday (the fabulous TongueTwied), it’s time for another episode of:

Theme music:

*West Twilight Hills High*

“Hey, Steve. What’s up with that grin? Who are you looking at?”

 “The new girl? What new girl?”

“No! Not her, Steve! She’s such a mean girl.”

“Her either. You can’t ever tell what she’s thinking.”

Ah, the new girl. “She’s…cute, I suppose.”

i'm cool

“Whatever you say, New Girl.” As if she can show up at Twilight Hills High and be instantly loved by everyone. Not like she’s…

*tardy bell* We’re late for first.

Oh, geez, they’re at it again.
“Dylan, Brenda, tardy bell!”

“Hey Liam, Annie.” I see they’re dating now. Shocker.

Kelly and Brandon are so cute together.

“Don’t ever say Brandon is cute out loud, New Girl.”

Too late. Andrea already overheard us and now we’re on her lisTT. Her obsession with Brandon Walsh is going way too far. She scares me. I’ll just duck behind Donna and David in hopes their argument distracts her.

Computer class. Something out of the 80s. Our school’s computers are so old, they’re vampires hiding out for a century, trying to blend into modern-day life in our small Pacific Northwest town of seven hundred.

“George.” Surprised he has a shirt on today. Not surprised he’s causing some waves at Twilight Hills High.

“Two girlfriends? You lie, George!”

The rumor mill is in fast forward as George talks about Liam two-timing Annie. Then he has Kelly and Dylan dating as if Brenda and Brandon don’t exist in Twilight Hills, 98210. And the Cullen kids…everyone is saying they’re brothers and sisters who are dating each other. Gross me out. I know for a fact Emmett and Alice are dating the Hale twins and Edward has become fascinated with that new girl.

Not her. Her.

I can’t keep up with George’s absurd theories anymore. As if living in this school everyday wasn’t high drama enough. Can’t wait for lunch.

*commercial break*

*non-paid ad sponsored by Jeanette*
*the following, blah blah, views of this blog, blah blah, disclaimer stuff*

Happy Birthday to you, my little Jenny from the block. You always make sure the RobSquad has amazing birthdays and we want to give you the same. Ryan Gosling will be around to cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed. Mini will be doing all the chores and HB will be running all the errands to leave you with nothing to do but relax and enjoy. All television stations will be showing 90210 for the entire 24-hour period of your birthday. Radio stations will solely be playing your favorite songs from the 80s and no buses will be anywhere near your peaceful environment. Enjoy! Love you, babe! ~Jeanette.

*lunch time at West Twilight Hills High*

“Hey, new girl, sit with us!”

“Okay, let’s get you acquainted with the who’s who of school. You have the Populars who tend to hang out with only themselves as if this world of Twilight Hills revolves around them and them only.”

“Then you have the Everydays who are cute and sweet, but don’t let that fool you, they are as high drama as they come around this school.”

“I know right! Too bad he’s taken.”

The New Girl stares at the table. The Cullen table.

“They’re the Cullens and the Hales. They only hang out amongst themselves. And date amongst themselves. They never talk to anyone around here. It’s like they’re too blood thirsty to hang out with the rest of us or something. Weird, right?”

“Oh him…? Wait, he’s coming over here. Act casual.”

Of course he’d talk to the New Girl while ignoring the rest of the school. Hello? It’s depressing. I can’t… This is too much.

Looks like the Cullen and Hale duets are actually going to eat something today. Good. Half the school has bets they’re anorexic. I don’t think that. Look at Emmett…he’s built. If anything he only downs protein shakes. And Jasper looks mighty fine just the way he is…mighty fine cowboy…with that Texas twang…and…sorry.

 Anyway, I’m glad Jasper dumped Annie for Alice. They’re just adorable together. And Annie seems so happy with Liam…although, having Liam off the market now is a bummer. Wait…what is Annie doing with Naomi? And they’re eating ice cream and wearing summer outfits? Showing off for guys, I’m sure. As if this is July and not November.

Since when are they friends? I thought they hated each other.

Can’t believe the New Girl said that to Edward? Ugh. Wait…Where did he go?
“What do you mean he just took off?”

“Not him. That’s Edward Sullen. One of the funniest guys at this school. He’s cute and possibly available. Umm…I don’t see Edward by the apples at the salad bar. Let’s go check outside.”

Wait. There he is. George was right in one respect. Edward does have a thing for new girls. I mean look at him…he’s dumping the other new girl already… Sheesh. This will be his third one in a week. He cycles through them as though he’s running the around the bases after hitting a homer. As if the rest of the girls at this school are pretty little liars and too easy to read. Not like our blood can’t be fresh and inviting. I’m not jealous.

“Hey, George.” No shirt. That wasn’t long.

“Go to the beach? As long as the New Girl is in…”

Nothing like a day at the beach in November when you live on the west coast.

*commercial break*

*at Twilight Hills Beach Club*

It’s like everyone is here but the Cullens and Hales as they don’t ever come to the beach. Rumor is they’ll melt in the water, but to inhale their intoxicating scent, you know that’s not true; they must shower all the time.

The other new girl says Edward never comes around because he sparkles like mica in the sand on a sunny day. At first, the thought of Sullen wearing all those gold chains came to mind that year he was going through his rapper phase, but then Cullen did have that job at the strip club over in Port Angeles this past summer…as if the other new girl knew anything more about Edward Cullen than the people who have been going to school with him for years.

“New Girl, Steve and Brandon are checking us out.”

No! The new girl is waving at them. Great. That means…*slowly turns around* Yep. Andrea is doing her creeper stare. One day, Andrea will snap and come after us with a knife and hack us to pieces before cooking us like headless rabbits.

*small wave* “Hi, Andrea.” It’s best to stay on her good side.

 “There’s Liam. We’ll, see you later, guys.”

The man knows how to make a surf outfit in November look good. I do wonder why Annie isn’t with him though.

Wait… there’s Cullen. That other new girl is so full of iTT! Yeah, Cullen sparkles…charisma-wise sure, but dazzling in the sun? Oh please. She’s just jealous he’s flirting with the New Girl, pulling a surf stunt on land… And all the guys playing along with him, a rarity…

by Kelly

by Kelly

“Who’s birthday? The New Girl’s?”

“House Party for sure!”

Apparently word gets around the beach fast. As we stop for fuel, we run into the Monkeys, and they’re all over the idea of a birthday bash.

*commercial break*

*Sponsored ad paid by Lisa-17Forever*
*blah blah, whatever legal mumbo jumbo goes here, blah blah*

NEVER THINK that I don’t want you to have an awesome birthday. ALL I NEED is for you to WAKE up today to a PAPER HEART made by mini that says, “SHE WILL BE LOVED” and that’s signed by mini and ATP, Then I’ll know you day was HEAVEN. ~Lisa

*party at Brenda and Brandon’s house*

“The New Girl’s arrived! Let’s get this party underway!”

One, I can’t believe New Girl showed at the party that drunk. Two, if she wants to be that easy, well…she’s got the exact right school to act like that. Three, if Edward’s dancing style turns her on that much, maybe they are meant to be together.

“Let’s get some food into you.”

In the kitchen, we find the party hosts…

“This is great, guys! Thanks for throwing this bash!”

Odd that they aren’t holed up in their bedrooms with their dates like they tend to do at these things.Something isn’t right about this.

“Stay here and eat your cake, New Girl. I’ll be right back.”

“Liam, have you seen Kelly or Dylan?”

“I’ll take that as a no? … Yes? … Maybe? Thanks for your lack of help.”
Where are they? I’ll ask George…Shirtless, of course.

“Obviously not, Edward.”

Can’t believe he’s toasting my sudden awakening into the truth.

“Quit telling me I told you so. Where are they? Brenda and Brandon are getting suspicious.”

The rooftop deck. Not quite the place I’d expect two “friends” to be. They had better not be together. Twilight Hills cannot take any more break-up drama.

Whoa! Liam and Naomi? Okay, I’ve gotta go before they see me. I can’t let Annie know anything about this. She’ll run back to Jasper, Jasper will dump Alice in a heartbeat. Okay, now I need to find Kelly and Dylan and somehow distract Annie from Liam’s whereabouts. Too much, too fast.

It’s not a party until Brandon and Steve sing their best friend song.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, the Monkeys from the OC showed. No one wants the dorks from Oregon Coast High snagging all our party treats. I need to get the guys to uninvite them. “Who said you guys could be here?”

The New Girl, of course. She could at least apologize.

Yep. She totally hammered.

Edward smells her blood alcohol and quickly offers to take care of her. I trust him, though. George told me he was a virgin…and he’s been right about everyone else lately. So that would make him a 111 year old virgin? So that exists in Twilight Hills, 98210. I just wish he didn’t like her when there are much better blue bloods at our school that would taste much sweeter. Not saying myself…but whatever.

And then there they were. Kelly and Dylan. Hanging all over each other. As though it’s no big deal to be doing this to Brandon and Brenda in their home, at their party.

 Do I tell Brandon or Brenda? Do I say something to Kelly or Dylan? Too many secrets…too many things seen…Why do these parties always get so out of hand? I’ve got to find George, tell him he was right about Liam, ask his advice about Brandon and Brenda…

“Ummm…George? Who’s this dude?”

Hold on. Alice is doing her far off stare…meaning she’s seeing something about the future that will affect us all.

“What is it Alice? What do you see?”

*End of Episode*

NOOOOOO!!! Who was that guy George was with and will he ever wear a shirt for the whole day? Who is Liam really dating, Annie or Naomi, or are the girls dating each other and stringing Liam along? Does that mean he’d be free to date again? Is it really true that Kelly is with Dylan? And no way Donna likes David. Will Edward ever stop wanting new girls? Will Sullen ever hand over his phone number? Will Jasper run back to Annie after all or will he team up with Liam for the ultimate revenge? At least we won’t have any more creeper stares….By the way, why has Andrea and Steve never hooked up? Seems a rather logical pairing…since they’re both loners in this world of…

Hope this is the BEST REAL FAKE BIRTHDAY EVER, kiTT!!!
Lots of Love from the RobSquad!


Filed under a story, having fun, Jackson Rathbone

A story of love~ Jackson inspired Burton-ness.

Okay, I admit…I’m somewhat totally a fangirl at heart. No matter what I do, this aspect of who I am creeps into everything. Story writing is no different.

This time, it comes from being bored, avoiding a character I have a difficult time writing, and the total fangirly thing I do. I’ve been doing this #JacksonBYOB Meme on twitter and tumblr. Again, bored and fangirl. No other real excuses beyond that.

Now, mix in a story plot I had a few years ago when I first spied this picture (from the August Bradley photo shoot in July 2012) and you get a somewhat mirthless love story in the style of Tim Burton’s The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy

The photo belongs to August Bradley…the words are mine.

The Sweet and Sour Tale of Night Crawler

To J, for always giving me inspiration to do something creative.

Poor Silas Trout
had to stay in the dark.
The sun would surely burn him,
always leaving its mark.

He moved underground
just to stay unhurt.
Alone in his place,
never to revert.

One day a ball fell into his home.
Silas didn’t know what to do.
The ball in question belonged
to the girl with one shoe.

She peeked into his hole
and said, “Hi. That’s my ball.”
Silas looked at the orb in his hands
and noticed the scrawl.

Clara Belle was her name,
sweet and adorable as she.
Silas looked into her eyes,
the color of the sea.

Her smile as sweet as
the worms he had for dinner,
made him feel like
a lottery winner.

“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Silas Trout,” he said.
Her eyes glanced around his home.
“I’ll call you Night Crawler instead.”

“Would you like to play?” she asked.
“I can’t. I’ll burn and char.”
He noticed her down-turned grin.
“Maybe I will. It would be worth the scar.”

Silas carefully crawled from the hole
into the bright daylight.
His skin began to smoke.
He should have waited for twilight.

He returned to the safety
of the dark, dank hole,
coming to terms with
never being with another soul.

“Don’t worry, Night Crawler,”
Clara Belle said with tears.
“I’ll still talk to you.”
And she did for years.

Over that time,
Silas fell in love,
with now the woman
who could only live above.

Their time together
always short and sweet.
Every night at sundown
they’d secretly meet.

That one night was special
under the full moon,
they shared their first kiss
that made him swoon.

He said, “Clara Belle,
my love for you runs deep.
Every day I’m not with you,
I weep.”

“I’m asking you
this one little thing.
Please be my wife,
and let my heart sing.”

Clara Belle was shocked,
a tear slipping down her cheek
as Silas gave her a ring,
so humble and meek.

He made it for her
with roots and a rock,
so meaningful a trinket
she could only gawk.

“I know we’re destined
to live apart.
But I give this to you
from my heart.”

“Night Crawler,” she said
with a slight grin.
“I will marry you,
now our life will begin.”

They were married
in a secret ceremony.
The solemn vows taken
in holy matrimony.

They spent their honeymoon together
and not in the cave.
That one night ends with sunrise,
a Night Crawler’s grave.

Silas knew it would happen,
his solar allergy.
But when he burned,
it was far from tragedy.

For he got to experience
all that was love.
And now he smiles on Clara Belle
from Heaven above.

Thank you for reading. This story is of my own imagination and belongs to no one else. Please ask before reprinting this…I don’t mind sharing, just ask before you do.


Filed under a story, having fun, inspiration, Jackson Rathbone, love story, short story, Tim Burton