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New York Times Photoshoot 2008
Teen Vogue Hollywood Party 2008
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New York Times Photoshoot 2008
Teen Vogue Hollywood Party 2008
To celebrate the release of Deathly Hallows, this week is a Salute to Harry Potter here at RobNips!
Jokes about his powerful magic wand aside, Harry Pottinson is pretty damn badass. He looks like he wants to fry some villains now and ask questions later. And there’s nothing cooler than a evil-hating, righteously avenging, pissed-off dude.
Looks like Rob just thought of one awesome plot bunny. And not for nothing, but how many Twilight/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle crossover fics have you read? We think dude might be writing the next MotU with that idea. Just sayin.
Speaking of fanfic that is packed full of originality and fucktabulous writing, check out these recommendations:
Breaking News
Two network news anchors. One desk. In a race to get the story, love might become the headline – if they don’t kill each other first. AU/AH Canon Couples, smart people, particle physics, and tap dancing. Rated M, Romance/Humor, Bella & Edward
On Grey Mornings
Bella’s tryst with power made her infamous. Hounded and ashamed, she’s back in Forks to start over again, but where do you find a clean slate when everyone who sees you already knows your biggest secret? AH, adult stuff. Rated M, Romance/Drama, Bella & Edward
Punch Drunk
Edward moves to Portland to start college and a new chapter in his life. After meeting a brown-eyed girl, he wonders if love is truly blind. AH, OOC, Rated M, Romance/Drama, Bella & Edward
Renfield and Chiclets
COMPLETE. Edward Cullen, PhD: brilliant, nerdy, mildly attractive, and obsessed with Blood and Vampires. Oh, and pervertedly horny. Join him as he searches for Ms. Right. AH/Severely OOC/Very M ***Citrus galore with a fun little plot*** Rated M, Romance/Humor, Bella & Edward
Some Life in Me
An accident claims the lives of Edward’s family. Unable to deal with his grief, he walks away from his life. He meets Bella, a young woman running from her past. He can help her. Can he return to his life? AH, Rated M, Romance/Drama, Bella & Edward
Hmm, I see a big old bulge in that pocket… Tennis Rob reaches in and… oh, pulls out his balls.
I’m not surprised to see Rob handling his large, fuzzy balls. He’s English, they’re not big into manscaping, are they? I love to play with balls! Cupping them, rolling them around in my hands, nuzzling them, yum yum yum!
Ohhhh, you mean he’s handling THOSE kind of balls! Not nearly as fun! But scores from zero to three are “love.” I could score three times and it would be love?!? I agree to that! Let’s play!
And now for some fuckhawt Tennis Rob Fanfic!!
Ho-ly fuck. They give me this pic and I’m supposed to do what with it? Try not to electrocute myself while I lick the screen repeatedly and try not to drip any juices on the CPU? Ahem. Must. Pull. Myself. Together.
Obviously, Knightward is a fucking BEAST. I mean, he can run me through with his sword any time. I bet I can take his entire lance. That makes me sound like a bit of a whore, eh? Whatev.
Let’s play “I’m a filthy wench, please take me over this knotty pine table.” RAWR
Fuckhawt Knightward Fanfic:
To love and Protect » by Jayeliwood
A Faire To Remember » by fluppy
Unbound Captives Rob, after being raised by the Comanche into a lean, loin-cloth-wearing warrior, remembers nothing of his mother or his former life.
Look, frankly, I’m relieved. I’d much rather see him stealthily stalking prey in this get-up than in a coonskin hate and britches, ya know what I mean? All that vitamin D, fresh air, and exercise has got to do a body good, amiright? Just look at the pic again, wipe away the drool, and nod your head up and down.
Admit it, you’re all excited now to see Rob in Unbound Captives. And none of you will notice whether or not he’s actually speaking Comanche.
Oh Rob, we already know you’re like royalty. What’s with the ermine coat and the funky hair? You wanted to rock a bob like me?
I guess as an American I just don’t get the appeal of King Robert. However, he assures me that it is, indeed, good to the be the king. After all, King Robert has fair maidens (or better yet, tawdry vixens) at his disposal, to rid him of his robes, divest him of his ruffles, and enjoy a good smack on the ass after those gloves are peeled off.
King Robert assures me that he’s wearing a happy crown somewhere else. I think it is my duty to determine what his majesty desires at the moment. I also think it is my duty to determine whether King Rob is indeed blessed in all ways.
Wait, what? He’s saying something about how I hafta get on my knees to taste his nobility?
I’ll catch you guys later.
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