|The Fangirl's Dream available HERE|
by Fierce Dolan
Fangirl - noun- female obsessed with a celebrity, fictional universe (book/film/tv), genre, game, music, icon, craft, fashion...
Behaviours of a fangirl: creates cults, fanlistings, shrines, attends cons, cosplay, writes fanfiction, creates fanart, and glomps.
Symptoms of the fangirl state, known as fangirling: shortness of breath, fainting, highpitched noises, shaking, fierce head shaking as if in the midst of a seizure, wet panties, endless blog posts, etc.
We've all been there--so infatuated with something that we live and breathe it, pretend the object of our obsession begs for us. Well, OK, maybe we've not all been there, but you know what I mean. The phenomenon of the fangirl isn't new. In fact, in the last few years, it's become rather trendy. Their unrelenting appreciation has garnered them favors, sometimes even celebrity in their own right. These days, fangirls are out and proud, reveling in their book boyfriend relationships, even revered for their ingenuity and quirky brilliance. They're morally active and culturally conscientious.
Most of the time fangirls are considered everyday women who idolize some cherished thing. For kicks, I dug up some info on famous fangirls--women we all know, who are obsessed with the most squee-worthy treats. Here are a few famous fangirls:
· Felicia Day, who created, directed and produced The Guild, perhaps the best glimpse into the life of a MMORPG fangirl.
· Kristen Bell, AKA Veronica Mars, who is a total fangirl for comics and admitted to being totally smitten by The Hunger Games trilogy.
· Fictional Hermione Granger, the brainy lass obsessed with history and all things academic, of the Harry Potter series.
· Joss Stone, songstress, who's mad for footballer, Robbie Fowler.
· Martha Stewart, who made scrapbooking an industry, and can clean an entire kitchen with dental floss and baking soda.
· Anne Rice, author who salivates for Joe Manganiello, of True Blood.
· Betty White, commedienne, who has the hots for Robert Redford.
· Keira Knightley, actress, confessed mad love for Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
What famous fangirls do you know? What about you? What awesomesauce makes you fangirl?
About The Fangirl's Dream
Siler Dunham would do anything to have Farraj Reza, hero of the smash network TV drama, Endangered. Every week she tunes in to watch him calculate the rescue of fellow bus crash survivors trapped deep in the jungle by a ruthless drug lord. A federal public defender with a penchant for saving the unsavable, she can’t resist his sad story, or his badass charm. When she seeks a matchmaking service to meet him, their one night stand isn't what she expected. Forced to choose between unbridled lust and compassion, Siler must forgo her fantasy... or mustn’t she?
His lashes fluttered, then his eyes widened. The gun didn’t waver. “Who are you? Where did you come from?”
“I’m here for you, Farraj, or whatever your name is. I came to meet you. You know—”
He pressed the gun into her neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hawa’a. That’s it right, what I’m supposed to say—some kind of watch word?”
He clenched his jaw and his cheek twitched, and she imagined feeling it under her lips. “Who told you that word?”
Balancing on her knees with her arms raised in surrender, she toppled onto her bottom. Grit clung to the back of her legs. Something’s not right. “Madame Eve, the woman who arranged our meeting. She told me to say Hawa’a, first thing.”
As much as her restricted movement allowed, she looked around. Tiny beach. Palm trees. Crystal clear water. The cove….
Annoyed, Siler nudged the gun back with her elbow and stood, brushing sand from her bottom and smoothing her wilting skirt. Sweat beaded her brow, and her carefully disheveled tresses cascaded in limp curls over her shoulders.
“What is this?” Knuckles bracing her hips, she glared down the lowered barrel. “This is not what I asked for. What the fuck? Is this some kind of joke?”
Disappointment rolled in her stomach and tears stung her eyes. I’m such an idiot. “You know what? Let’s just forget this whole ‘one-night’ thing, and I’ll go home.” Palms up, she took a step to one side then the other. The only evident path lay behind him. She would have to pass him, and the shotgun.