I am a 31 year old writer with a wide range of interests. I love reading, and seem to be constantly reading more than one book (and what seems like a million fanfics too) all at once. I went to college and graduate school for English and Creative Writing, though most of what I wrote then was poetry, I have enjoyed writing (and reading) fanfiction for fun for a while now. Early on, circa 2000-ish, I had published some Sailor Moon crossover works, which are no longer on the site. (Which is a very good thing, lol.) My TV show interests include Psych, Bones, Smallville, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Hawaii Five-0 (new), Castle, Being Human (US), Pretty Little Liars, Daria, Law and Order: SVU, as well as many others in the cop/ detective genre and supernatural genres. The fanfiction genres I am most drawn to are "Hurt/Comfort", "Mystery"/"Suspense"/"Adventure" and "Supernatural". I do not write slash and do not care to read those fics either.

NOTE: Currently, I am working on a five Psych WIPs. I also have a (taking very long to complete) Bones WIP, as well as a fewer shorter fics in the works, including one for White Collar. RL has been very stressful for me lately and has not left me as much time as I would like to work on my fics, so I'm very behind on updating and also on author responses. I am very thankful to hear your thoughts on my work and am definitely planning on responding to every one of my reviewers. And I am hoping to get back to updating and working on fics again soon. Thanks for your patience. :)

Thanks to everyone for reading! I really do love and appreciate your reviews, feedback, comments, thoughts, insights and constructive criticism. I'm always working towards improvement, as well as honing my craft and writing skills. Hope you wonderful readers out there will share your thoughts about my stories with me—advanced thanks. :)

Thanks to everyone who has ever read and reviewed any of my stories. :)

silverluna

FAVORITE QUOTES:

Songs:

"Go for the better/Just forget the people/They're not/The eyes looking back at you/From the mirror you've made." —Splashdown, "The Archer"

"Tell me, is it sweet, sweet, sweet the sting?/Is it real, this infusion?/Can it heal/ Where others before have failed?//If so, then somebody shake shake shake me sane/'Cause I am inching ever closer/To the tip of this scorpion's tail." —Tori Amos, "Sweet the Sting"

"Say you don't want it, again and again/But you don't don't really mean it/ Say you don't don't want it/This circus we're in/But you don't don't really mean it/You don't, don't really mean it." —Tori Amos, "Spark"

"Look around, just people/Can you hear their voice?/Find the one who will guide you/ To the limits of your choice//When you're in the eye of storm/Just think of the lonely dove/The experience of survival/is the key/to the gravity of love." —Enigma, "Gravity of Love"

BTVS:

Angelus: Now that's everything, huh? No weapons . . . No friends . . . No hope. Take all that away . . . and what's left? (swings sword at
Buffy's head)
Buffy: (catches sword in her bare hands) Me. (Becoming Part II)

Spike: Button, button, who's got the button? My money's on the witch. (Same Place, Same Time)

Spike: Well, who you gonna call? (rolls eyes) That phrase is never going to be usable again, is it?

Buffy: Probably not. (The Killer In Me)

Buffy: If the Apocalypse comes, beep me. (Never Kill A Boy On A First Date)

Buffy: In that case, I won't wear a button that says, "I'm the Slayer, ask me how!" (Never Kill A Boy On A First Date)

The Judge: You're a fool. No weapon forged can stop me.
Buffy: That was then . . . (pulls out a rocket launcher) . . . this is now.
(Angelus & Drusilla run for cover)
The Judge: What's that do? (Surprise)

Xander: Now get off the boy, Buffy. We're going home. (Him)

Anya: I've got a theory. It must be bunnies! (Once More, With Feeling)

Buffy: You can send assassins after me, I don't care! But nobody messes with my boyfriend! (What's My Line, Part II)

Guy: "But . . . you're just a girl."
Buffy: "That's what I keep saying." (The Gift)

Willow: Did you find out anything about the scythe?

Buffy: It slices, dices, and makes julienne preacher. (Chosen)

Buffy: (to Angel) Because . . . Okay, I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m . . . or . . . enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then . . . that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.

Angel: Any thoughts on who might enjoy . . . do I have to go with the cookie analogy?

Buffy: I'm not really thinking that far ahead. That's kind of the point. . . . Angel. I do. Sometimes, think that far ahead.
Angel: Sometimes is something.
Buffy: Be a long time coming. Years, if ever.
Angel: I'm not getting any older. (Chosen)

Psych:

Shawn: I'm not a mind reader.

Gus: No, that's just what you tell everybody. (Woman Seeking Dead Husband; No Smokers, Pets Okay)

Henry: Oh, Shawn, what have I told you a thousand times before?

Young Shawn: Don't hide Gus in the pantry? (Meat Is Murder, But Murder Is Also Murder)

Gus: But he's wanted for First Degree Lamb Slaughter! (Let's Get Hairy)

Lassiter: But I did catch the Back Bay Killer.

Shawn: Yes, you did.

Lassiter: Though there was an anonymous tip.

Shawn: Right, about the car.

Lassiter: Yeah, the car. Wait . . . that was you? (From The Earth To Starbucks)

Lassiter: I hate snow globes.

Shawn: Huh. That's strange, because my psychic sense told me specifically that snow globes didn't give you nightmares of being trapped in a clear ball with snow that burned your skin off. (Gus's Dad May Have Killed An Old Guy)

Henry (to Lassiter) What?! Were you raised by wolves?! (Lassie Did A Bad, Bad Thing)

Juliet: You told the dead clown story, didn't you?
Lassiter: What? That is a funny story!
Juliet: Clowns are funny. Stories about them being shot to death, not so much. Please tell me you didn't draw a diagram of the bullet holes.
Lassiter: W—there were crayons on the table. What was I supposed to do?
Juliet: You took her to a restaurant that had crayons on the table? (Daredevils!)

Juliet: What are you doing?

Lassiter: Oh, I'm just talking to your friend Blair here. She . . . she's great. We have so much in common.

Juliet: She's not my friend.

Lassiter: What do you mean? You didn't send her down here to meet me?

Juliet: No. I don't invite friends to dangerous stakeouts. But I know her. She's a professional.

Lassiter: (to Blair) Please tell me you're a hit-man. . . . (to Juliet) Maybe I do need some help with this. (Daredevils!)

Shawn: You really want to know my process?

Lassiter: Absolutely.

Shawn: Well, it starts with a "Holla!", and then ends with a Creamsicle.

Gus: And if there's time in between, Thundercats, ho!

Lassiter: I'm dead. (Lassie Did A Bad, Bad Thing)

Hank: Hell, I wasn't even gonna call you out here but Binky insisted.

Gus: Binky?

Hank: Oh. You don't call him Binky?

Shawn: We do now! (High Noon-ish)

Lassiter: Spencer, if you ever call me "Binky" again, I'll shoot you.

Shawn: Fair enough. How about one more time?

Lassiter: No. (High Noon-ish)

Lassiter: If you say "fact" one more time, I'm going to punch you in the face.

Shawn: Truth . . . (Shawn Has The Yips)

Juliet: Sorry, Shawn, no time for your tomfoolery and silliness.

Shawn: Actually we were just . . .

Juliet: That also goes for nonsense, malarkey, and shenanigans. (Let's Get Hairy)

Juliet: Is that a true story?

Vick: Maybe it is, and maybe I saw it on an episode of Policewoman. (Daredevils!)

Lassiter: (to Shawn) Nice shooting, Detective.

Shawn: Did you just call me "Detective"?

Lassiter: No. (Shawn Takes A Shot In The Dark)

Juliet O'Hara: Lassiter is just being a child about his detective exam score!
Shawn Spencer: Wait, the D.E.T.? I took that when I was fifteen. I got 100.
Carlton Lassiter: I'm sorry... you said you got a perfect score?
Shawn Spencer: Yeah.
Juliet O'Hara: And you were fifteen?
Shawn Spencer: Yeah. Why, what did you guys get?
[beat]
Carlton Lassiter: You know, it's probably changed a lot since then. You can't really compare it.
Juliet O'Hara: Oh, apples and oranges. (There's Something About Mira)

Rusty: [about Lassiter and O'Hara] They took my candy bar.
McNab: They took my watch. (There's Something About Mira)

Supernatural:

Chuck: I am the prophet, Chuck! (The Monster At The End Of This Book)

Dean: If you fudging touch me again, I'm gonna fudging kill you! (A Very Supernatural Christmas)

Sam: I lost my shoe. (Bad Day At Black Rock)

Dean: What's going on, Sam?

Sam: Only the end of the world! (Changing Channels)

Bones:

Angela Montenegro: So you didn't actually paralyze him?
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: No. The Vicodin seems to be working. He claims it makes the furniture feel friendly. (The Princess And The Pear)

Agent Perrotta: (Looking over costumed Imagicon patrons) These people don't look like killers.

Brennan: (clearly uncomfortable) I disagree. (The Princess And The Pear)

Brennan: You're incapacitated.

Booth: (on Vicodin) I'm not incapacipated! (The Princess And The Pear)

(Ghost) Teddy Parker: Never thought to wear a formal to a kidnapping.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: Look, no— no offense, but you know I've been—I've been drugged, electrocuted, and stuffed inside a Beatles toy. You're— you're a hallucination. That's what you are. You're an hallucination.
Teddy Parker: Oh that's nice, I show up to help you and you toss me off as an hallucination. (The Hero In The Hold)

Booth: Bones, what are you doing on the ice?

Brennan: Well, I get nervous when you fall down and don't get back up. (The Fire In the Ice)

Brennan (to Booth): You're made of very good stuff. (The Fire In the Ice)

Avalon: Dr. Brennan, how are you feeling?

Brennan: Well, they gave me medication, so I feel how I imagine people of average intelligence feel all the time. (The Harbingers In The Fountain)

Everybody Loves Raymond:

Robert (as Timmy, the Traffic School puppet/dummy): Marie, is it? What's the first thing you do before you pull out into traffic?

Marie: Oh, I know that one. You buckle your seat belt, then you check your mirrors.

Robert/Timmy: Good.

Marie: Then you look right, look left.

Robert/Timmy: Good. Anything else?

Marie: No. I think that's it.

Robert/Timmy: She thinks that's it.

Robert (to Timmy) Isn't that everything, Timmy?

Robert/Timmy: Well, yeah, sure, but what about checking to see if your first born is in the backseat before you pull out of a gas station in New Mexico?

Raymond: That's awfully specific. Is that in the binder?

Marie: Robbie, that was thirty years ago.

Robert: I don't have a problem with it. (Zooms in on Timmy.)

Debra: Uh, oh. (Traffic School)