Scott Pilgrim/The Fault In Our Stars mash-up. Just a crossover between my favourite book and one of my favourite graphic novel series. Enjoy :) DFTBA.
(submitted by imrorykelly)
“The Fault in our Death Stars”
So I had this idea ages ago, but I never really got started on it.
Earlier this month, I finally did and it turned out great! :D
So I’m saving this graphic for May 4th, but now I find out #thefaultinourdeathstars is already a thing?!?Oh well. I guess there’s little point in keeping it from you, then…
Anyway, I was on a roll, so this also happened:
Oh… my god.
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Tumblr is a magical place. Though it is hard to pinpoint exactly where things start on here.
I like The Funky Bones in my brain more.
Wait, that sounds weird.
But you know what I mean. The way I imagined them was completely different and I don’t want to stop imagining them that way, even though they’re a real statue. That is a prime example of stories belonging to both the author and his/her readers, isn’t it?
Scott Pilgrim/The Fault In Our Stars mash-up. Just a crossover between my favourite book and one of my favourite graphic novel series. Enjoy :) DFTBA.
(submitted by imrorykelly)
This is amazing.
Oh my god, I just now realized that! al;sfakds;/a

There’s not a lot of amputee heroes in history
But I’ve got one sitting right in front of me
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What will they say? After I’m gone? Is there something wrong with just being me? Why must I make a legacy that only leaves a scar? I want the grace to believe there’s no fault in our stars.
I was right to fear this book a little. It was full of feelings and emotions and those are scary. Best John Green fanart I’ve done so far though, so that’s nice.
She’s even got a picture of a pipe on her shirt. :’)
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The swedish cover of The Fault in Our Stars; Förr eller senare exploderar jag.
I-, I just-, I don’t-… what?!
I realize that I am in the minority here, but:
I f*&^ing love the Swedish cover of TFiOS (which they have completely retitled). It’s like my YA cancer novel has been turned into crazy pulp fiction from the 1930s.
Also, are they going to keep all the Swedish hip hop references? Are they going to keep, “Of course you don’t speak Swedish. Neither do I. Who the hell speaks Swedish?” ONE CAN ONLY HOPE.
Sooner or Later, I Explodes!
Thank you, Google Translate. You are invaluable.
John Green
This is my favorite quotation from TFiOS. :)
And whatever we have is something I choose to be a part of…
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“Most parents don’t know really their children.” - Otto Frank
“Augustus Waters,” I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking that Anne Frank, after all, kissed someone in the Anne Frank House, and that she would probably like nothing more than for her home to have become a place where the young and irreparably broken sink into love.
“I must say,” Otto Frank said on the video in his accented English, “I was very much surprised by the deep thoughts Anne had.”
And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he pulled me up by my waist onto my tiptoes. As his parted lips met mine, I started to feel breathless in a new and fascinating way. The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I really liked my body; this cancer-ruined thing I’d spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle, worth the chest tubes and the PICC lines and the ceaseless bodily betrayal of the tumors.
“It was quite a different Anne I had known as my daughter. She never really showed this kind of inner feeling,” Otto Frank continued.
The kiss lasted forever as Otto Frank kept talking from behind me. “And my conclusion is,” he said, “since I had been in very good terms with Anne, that most parents don’t know really their children.”
“Sometimes people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.” I said.
Isaac shot me a look. “Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.”-John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
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But they forgot all of the laughter (it wasn’t all sobs!)
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I looked away, suddenly conscious of my myriad insufficiencies.John Green, The Fault in Our Stars