My age is somewhere between 10 and 50.

I am female.

I read LOTS of stories.

I love Bleach, Naruto, Ruroni Kenshin, Yu Yu Hakusho, Gundam Wing, Inuyasha, Hellsing, Ranma 1/2, Final Fantasy VII, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, and loads of others.

I am on Pottermore. Friend me, My username is StarFlame542!

I am a proud Christian and baptised Catholic.

I am English. And on that note; to Americans and other aliens: There is no such thing as the 'British Accent.' There are accents from Britain: there are English, Scottish, Welsh and Irish Accents. Even within England there are so many accents that most of the South half can't understand the Northerners. It's like saying that someone has a 'european accent' - one lot of people will be offended, and all the others will want to punch you for even suggesting that they sound like "That lot of bastards."

Oh and please ignore the really long list of "Favourites" they're actually more like bookmarks for me.

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

- Verse 1 of William Blake's Auguries of Innocence

In Loving Memory
Anne McCaffery
01/04/1926 - 21/11/2011
Our Dragonlady will be sorely missed.

Black, blacker, blackest,
And cold beyond frozen things.
Where is between when there is naught
To Life but fragile dragon wings?
Cold as death, death-bearing,
Stay and die, unguided.
Brave and braving, linger.
This way was twice decided.
A fleck of red in a cold night sky,
A drop of blood to guide them by,
Turn away, Turn away, Turn, be gone,
A Red Star beckons the travelers on.

Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unansweréd.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?
Where have dragons gone together?
Leaving Weyrs to wind and weather?
Setting heardbeasts free of tether?
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?
Have they flown to some new Weyr
Where cruel Thread some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh, why, the empty Weyr?

- The Question Song from Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey

"When I became a man I put away childish things,
including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."
C. S. Lewis

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…it has no survival value;
rather it is one of those things that give value to survival."
-C.S. Lewis

"Truth is stranger than fiction:
fiction has to make sense."
Leo Rosten.

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To be better far than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To be willing to give, when there's no more to give
To be willing to die so that honor and justice might live.

All that is gold does not glitter;
Not all those who wander, are lost.
The old that is strong, does not wither;
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shal be woken;
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken;
The crownless again shall be king.

- From The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

-Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop For Death

"First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin.
Then, shalt thou count to three.
No more. No less.
Three shalt be the number thou shalt count,
and the number of the counting shall be three.
Four shalt thou not count,
nor either count thou two,
excepting that thou then proceed to three.
Five is right out.
Once the number three,
being the third number,
be reached, then,
lobbest thou thy 'Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch' towards thy foe,
who, being naughty in My sight,
shall snuff it."

- From Monty Python and the Holy Grail

"Book of Xander, Chapter 3, Verse 2," Galatea said. "Trust not they who cannot tell the difference between shedding blood to protect others and shedding blood because they can. For they are blind, seeing no difference between a mother killing to protect her child and a lunatic killing the same child for fun."

"Book of Xander, Chapter 4, Verse 6 – If the only way to destroy the evil is by becoming it, remember to include your own destruction in the plans. Sometimes destroying evil requires sacrifice. But unless it's self sacrifice you aren't destroying evil, merely shifting it around a bit." Galatea grinned.

"What's Chapter 2, Verse 1?" Flash asked, picking one at random.

"He who smelt it has a high probability of being the one who dealt it," Galatea said and waited for everyone to finish either giggling or scoffing before she continued. "Translated, beware one who sees evil everywhere they look – chances are they are looking in a mirror."

"Book of Xander, Chapter 1, Verse 2?" Shayera requested curiously.

"Blood is only thicker than water after exposure to air."

Everyone exchanged glances, hoping someone else had understood that one.

Galatea smiled. "Translated..." she drawled, and was gratified to see everyone's interest. "The bonds that bind together those you've shed blood for and with are greater than those to the people who merely share the blood in your veins. They are your true family."

"What's Chapter 1, Verse 1?"

"The first rule of battle is, don't die," Galatea said, and noticed everyone was waiting knowing more was coming. "Death isn't when your heart stops beating and you stop breathing. Death is when you've allowed evil to overwhelm all the good you've done. Those who go the grave with their heads held high and the world better for their existence need never fear death for they are immortal."

Wonder Woman shivered. "Does anyone else here feel like storming the gates of Tartarus?" she asked, her warrior spirit craving battle to put truth to the words she'd just heard.

A sea of hands went up.

"No storming Hell!" Batman ordered and received a chorus of disappointed awws. "We have too much good we need to do on Earth before we can even consider that."

- Exerpt from dogbertcarroll's Crush, an excellent BtVS and Justice League crossover.

Prologue:

When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end,
The goddess descends from the sky

Wings of light and dark spread afar,
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting...

Act I:

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky.
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.

Act II:

My Friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.
Legend shall speak of sacrifice at worlds end.
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely...

Act III:

As the war sends the world hurtling towards destruction
The prisoner departs with his newfound love
And embarks on a new journey.

He is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss
And the oath that he swore to his friends.

Though no oath is shared between the lovers,
In their hearts they know they will meet again.

Act IV:

There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess.
Hero of the Dawn, Healer of Worlds.

Three friends go into battle
One is captured,
One flies away,
the one that is left becomes a hero.
If we were to enact it,
would I be the one to play the hero,
Or would You?
Indeed
After all, your glory should have been mine.

My Friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honour remains.
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.

My Soul corrupted by vengeance,
Hath endures torment,
To find the end of the journey in my own salvation.
And Your eternal slumber.

Now what I want most...
is the 'Gift of the Goddess'...

Act V:

Dreams of the morrow hath shattered soul
Pride is Lost.
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
Such is... the fate of a monster.

Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
nothing shall forestall my return.
If this world seeks my destruction...
... It goes with Me

ACT:? (Made by Genesis)

Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land,
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice.

- LOVELESS text, from Final Fantasy VII

Past the trees
Over the grass
Enter the cave
Of dragons' past
Little one, why won't you hatch for me?

Your brothers are waiting
Waiting for you to shake
Waiting for you to rattle
Waiting for your egg to break
Little one, I'm waiting for you to hatch for me.

For those who weren't free
Those that I did lay
My child, your time is almost up
It's the chosen day
Little one, I beg you to hatch for me...

I can smell them coming
I can see his scales against the sky
You didn't hatch, so they'll take you
My daughter... I don't understand why.
Little one, your last chance to hatch for me.

Past the trees
Over the grass
Enter the cave
Of dragons' past
Little one, why won't you hatch for me?

Your brothers are waiting
Waiting for you to shake
Waiting for you to rattle
Waiting for your egg to break
Little one, I'm waiting for you to hatch for me.

For those who weren't free
Those that I did lay
My child, your time is almost up
It's the chosen day
Little one, I beg you to hatch for me...

I can smell them coming
I can see his scales against the sky
You didn't hatch, so they'll take you
My daughter... I don't understand why.
Little one, your last chance to hatch for me.

Your father tries to comfort me
But I won't look him in the eye
His rider took away your egg
And I broke down to cry
Little one, why wouldn't you hatch for me?

...Days have passed
Your brothers have grown
But I still look to the sky
Hoping to see again the daughter of my own
Little one, I still don't know, why wouldn't you hatch for me?

Years gone past, the world grows dark
Now we fight to live
So many have fallen, we dragons are dieing
We don't have much left to give.
Little one, was this why you didn't hatch for me?

My blood drains, for I am spent
Broken shells lie all around
My last breath comes, I'll die too
Blood is mixing across the ground
My Saphira... I'm glad you didn't hatch for me.

- Vervada's Lament from Gedwey Awlei by Fallen Dragonfly. A very good Inheritance story.

"To constitute political life in a state presupposes a good man, whereas to have to recourse to violence in order to make oneself a ruler in a republic presupposes a bad man. Hence very rarely will there be found a good man willing to use bad methods in order to make himself a ruler, though with a good end in view."

"Nor will any reasonable man blame him for taking any action, however extraordinary, which may be of service in the organizing of a kingdom or the constituting of a republic. It is a sound maxim that reprehensible actions may be justified by their effects, and that when that effect is good, it always justifies the action. For it is the man who uses violence to spoil things, not the one who uses it to mend them, that is blameworthy."

"A ruler should therefore disregard the reproach of being thought cruel where it enables him to keep his subjects united and loyal. For he who quells disorder by a very few signal examples will in the end be more merciful than he who from too great leniency permits things to take their course and so result in chaos and bloodshed; for these hurt the whole state, whereas the severities of the ruler injure individuals only."

"It is essential therefore, for a ruler who desires to maintain his position, to have learned how to be other than good, and to use or not use his goodness as necessity requires."

"Everyone sees what you seem to be, but few see you for what you are."

- Bits and pieces, semi-quotes of Niccolò Machiavelli

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and
said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod,
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

To all that serve.

> > If I knew it would be the last time
> > That I'd see you fall asleep,
> > I would tuck you in more tightly
> > and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

> > If I knew it would be the last time
> > that I see you walk out the door,
> > I would give you a hug and kiss
> > and call you back for one more.

> > If I knew it would be the last time
> > I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
> > I would video tape each action and word,
> > so I could play them back day after day.

> > If I knew it would be the last time,
> > I could spare an extra minute
> > to stop and say "I love you,"
> > instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

> > If I knew it would be the last time
> > I would be there to share your day,
> > Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
> > so I can let just this one slip away.

> > For surely there's always tomorrow
> > to make up for an oversight,
> > and we always get a second chance
> > to make everything just right.

> > There will always be another day
> > to say "I love you,"
> > And certainly there's another chance
> > to say our "Anything I can do?"

> > But just in case I might be wrong,
> > and today is all I get,
> > I'd like to say how much I love you
> > and I hope we never forget.

> > Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
> > young or old alike,
> > And today may be the last chance
> > you get to hold your loved one tight.

> > So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
> > why not do it today?
> > For if tomorrow never comes,
> > you'll surely regret the day,

> > That you didn't take that extra time
> > for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
> > and you were too busy to grant someone,
> > what turned out to be their one last wish.

> > So hold your loved ones close today,
> > and whisper in their ear,
> > Tell them how much you love them
> > and that you'll always hold them dear

> > Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
> > "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
> > And if tomorrow never comes,
> > you'll have no regrets about today.

Deus animae tuae misereatur.