Everyone's in FGT mood!

Tongue-twisted,
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every giorno I feel you.

The morning bird reminds me of what’s coming.
The connection.
The spark.
Us.

I have never felt this way,
Drawn to you,
Needing you.
Holding you.

To grip te is passion.
Purest of its form,
Attentive in its own way,
And it breaks barriers.

Sonic booms have nothing on us.
The Grand Canyon too small to expand with us,
The Burj Khalifa too small to grow with us,
And the oceans do not have enough depth to describe us.

Despite that, we are endless.
Infinite.
Always,
And forever.


Tongue-twisted,
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every giorno I feel you....

This year, in addition to the regular competition, we will also be having a

Haiku contest!

This articolo will answer all your domande about this contest:

What is a Haiku?
A Haiku is a short poem, originally from Japan. It built up of three lines of words. The first line contains 5 syllables, the secondo line 7 syllables and the third line 5 syllables. Last years winning Haiku da Diblover111 is a good example:

This is a haiku. (5 syllables)
I wish I had a pencil, (7 syllables)
But I have a pen. (5 syllables)

Haiku’s are traditionally about seasons o nature, but since we are all modern people,...

Dear Fanpoppers,

FINALLY! The results are in! First of all, thank te all for your patience! This anno we had a record number of contestants, but only one can win! Now, I will cut the small talk, and get right to it!

On third place……

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On secondo place……

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And finally, our one and only winner……

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*Applause!*



Also we have some special mentions for: shieldmaiden, Margooterd, ariel306842, cassie-1-2-3, cena-fan, thespikedturtle and zutaradragon!

Congratulations to all our winners!

And to all contestants who did not win this year: Do not weap! te have all proven to be very talented....

I apologize for my behavior from the last couple days. I don’t do well with losing, not in this category, anyway, but the way I’ve handled it was out of line.
The only reason I acted like a first class cagna was to prevent myself from bursting into tears. I know it shouldn’t be such a big deal, but it is to me. That’s what I do, when I’m upset. I become this spoiled brat, who I don’t even like myself, when all I want to do is cry.
It’s not an excuse, I know that. I just wanted to explain myself.
I guess, in the heat of the competition, I forgot why I wrote ‘The Host’ in the...