The valentine's day
Wait.. am I sweet?? :)
anyway so freaking happy,
I love them so much, have I tell you that I were in Ireland in january to meet them and go to Panto, anyway I met them and got 2 kisses from John and some ics with Edward when I kiss him :D


Answer


The other one was to me and my best friend :)
Oops
Oops, long time ago now i'm 19 and I still love the twins they had answered me on twitter one time and I have morw pics with them too, in January me and my friend I met at pride go to ireland and see Jedward beauty and a beast, gonna be so awesome :)
I have more pics with them but here is 2 of my favorite :) and the first pic is the answer I got on twitter from them :)
the swedish-factor

So bad

Jedward has had twitcam

hey
Day 6
Day 2: My first Love
Day 3: My best friend
Day 4: This I ate today
Day 5: Five truths about myself
Day 6: My day
Day 7: someone I will never forget
Day 8: a moment
Day 9: something I long for
Day 10: This I had on me today
Day 11: One thing I do every day
Day 12: In my purse
Day 13: this week
Day 14: someone I think about every day
Day 15: My dreams
Day 16: My first kiss
Day 17: my favorite memory
Day 18: something I will never forget
Day 19: i regret this
Day 20: that month
Day 21: something/someone have changed me
Day 22: this upsets me
Day 23: this makes me feel better
Day 24: this makes me cry
Day 25: favorite movie
Day 26: my fears
Day 27: my favorite place
Day 28: This is what I miss
Day 29: my ambitions
Day 30: my Love
One more: favorite songs and artist
Hey
Fallen.
We fell, fell from the sky. We were thrown, actually. Maybe we screamed. I don't know if he screamed, of course - I wasn't with him. I don't know if I screamed, if I cried for help or just accepted my destiny in silence. I honestly don't remember anything, but falling. Bursting through clouds, water drops slamming into my face, onto my skin, like needles. Falling.
Sand between my fingers. It doesn't feel like it used to do - this is different. Is the sand different or is it just me? I don't know, honestly. My back is hurting, I can feel air sneaking down in the gaps where my wings are supposed to be. They took them away from me, ripped them from my body and threw me away. And if my brother could have been spared, then I would've been okay with this destiny. I would do anything to save my brother - he's my everything. But they didn't. No, they did the opposite. They chained him, pinned him down on his stomach and ripped his wings off.
We don't usually hurt. Earthly things don't affect us that much. Sure, we bleed, and yes, sometimes we get hurt badly. But we heal, and we cannot "die". We're not that kind of angels that once were human, no. We're the immortal kind. Or well, we were.
But, having your wings torn off, that's hurtful. It feels like someone opens your chest and takes your heart out whilst your still alive, still breathing and fully awake. They made me watch when they did this to my brother, my life. In many ways, that was more hurtful than it was being exposed to the same thing.
I've got sand in my face. It's in my mouth, in my hair. It's itchy. I push myself up, standing on my knees, looking around. I've been on the Earth before, actually. So has my brother. But this, this is different. This time, we're not here as angels on a trip, or on a mission. We're not angels at all. We're almost human.
I see him standing with water to his ankles, starring out over the ocean. Now I know how my back looks. The blood in his wounds has nearly coagulated. Nearly. I can see strings of red, even from this distance. I know how it must've hurt. I imagine that it had hurt him more; he's always been so proud of his wings. I don't know if I've ever met an angel who has taken so good care of his feathers. He told me that he felt chosen, that God chose the souls that deserved to be angels sometime in the beginning of life and time. And he was so proud, because we had been chosen. Now were thrown out, torn down, humanized.
I'm on my feet not, walking towards him. The pain is killing me, but he is more important than anything I could possibly feel. I trip in the warm sand, falling down on my knees again. Pain ripping my body in two, I can't breathe. Maybe I scream. Maybe I don't. Either way, he turns around, starring at me as if he just can't believe I'm here. As if he doesn't want me here. And then he smiles, the most relived smile I've ever seen. He walks over to me, limping slightly. I know that it hurts; I feel the same pain as I force myself up.
His arms around me, mine around him. He smells of home, sand and salt water. There's sand in his wound.
"It hurts." He whispers in my ear, tears dripping down his face.
"I know, I know." I think I'm crying too. I guess I am.
"What did we do wrong?"
"I don't know, I really don't know." I tell him the truth, because I honestly don't. We didn't do anything. We weren't mean. We've never hurt anyone. We've just tried to make everyone happy. "I guess you just can't please everybody."
"What should we do?" He's sobbing now, a bit calmer. At least that what I hope. I hate it when he cries. I want him to be happy, smiling, laughing.
"First, let's find some clean water to wash your back. You've got sand all over the place. We'll solve this. We can do anything, remember?"
He's nodding. I take his hand in mine, squeezing it tight. And we walk. We walk away from were heaven threw us, left us. We're going to make the best out of this. We're not going to let them win. We're the winners. Somehow, we'll always be the winners.
Writer:Fanny
Blog: http://jedfiction.blogg.se plz read this blogg she had many fanfics on swedich and on english :D
day 5
Day 2: My first Love
Day 3: My best friend
Day 4: This I ate today
Day 5: Five truths about myself
Day 6: My day
Day 7: someone I will never forget
Day 8: a moment
Day 9: something I long for
Day 10: This I had on me today
Day 11: One thing I do every day
Day 12: In my purse
Day 13: this week
Day 14: someone I think about every day
Day 15: My dreams
Day 16: My first kiss
Day 17: my favorite memory
Day 18: something I will never forget
Day 19: i regret this
Day 20: that month
Day 21: something/someone have changed me
Day 22: this upsets me
Day 23: this makes me feel better
Day 24: this makes me cry
Day 25: favorite movie
Day 26: my fears
Day 27: my favorite place
Day 28: This is what I miss
Day 29: my ambitions
Day 30: my Love
One more: favorite songs and artist
When Jedward was in Sweden


Jedward come
This I ate today
Day 2: My first Love
Day 3: My best friend
Day 4: This I ate today
Day 5: Five truths about myself
Day 6: My day
Day 7: someone I will never forget
Day 8: a moment
Day 9: something I long for
Day 10: This I had on me today
Day 11: One thing I do every day
Day 12: In my purse
Day 13: this week
Day 14: someone I think about every day
Day 15: My dreams
Day 16: My first kiss
Day 17: my favorite memory
Day 18: something I will never forget
Day 19: i regret this
Day 20: that month
Day 21: something/someone have changed me
Day 22: this upsets me
Day 23: this makes me feel better
Day 24: this makes me cry
Day 25: favorite movie
Day 26: my fears
Day 27: my favorite place
Day 28: This is what I miss
Day 29: my ambitions
Day 30: my Love
One more: favorite songs and artist
long time ago
In my Eyes
In my eyes you everything, Love you more then this, you always make me smile, Miss you twins..