Name:Moonlight Calls... (This name is also used on my Polyvore and FictionPress account) or if your younger than me you can call me Unnie (the one more used), Izzy or Misa

Age:17(go October!)

Sex:female

About myself:

I'm a book fanatic,

a writer with insomnia,

and music is my crack!

I'm Mexican- and no, i don't speak Spanish... something Native American (no less than 1/16) with maybe some French (waaaay back ancestors lol)

As far as reviews goes, I just want them to know what the people are thinking and for advice- plus, to see if I should keep updating or not:) I mean why update if people aren't reading and liking what they read? I might be wasting time and energy updating when I could be writing something someone will read.

My account to polyvore: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1923628

Might have some of my characters cloths on there:) or anything related to me stories

Info for my stories! (Alphabetical listed for category, publish date from old to recent)

Batman Begins/Dark Night:

1. Third Time's The Charm Right?- Was supposed to be a prologue but I had no clue on how to run with it, and then suddenly I made another drabble that skips to the future. Sorry! If you like it, review it, fav. alert it and if you by any chance have ideas tell me and I'll try to work on it, but otherwise: Complete... or is it?

http://www.polyvore.com/to_my_fanfic/set?id=25139319 and http://www.polyvore.com/love/set?id=25246733

Grimm:

1. Instincts Gone Haywire- School's here so updates will be very spaced out, but I'm trying, so: In Progress

Lord of the Flies:

1. Nightmares to Life-Complete

http://www.polyvore.com/beginning/set?id=32349673

One Piece:

1. Drabbles to One Piece more or less- Not done, but will update every once a month or so, maybe twice or I'm dead bored out of my mind: In Progress

2. With My Treasure!-Sneak Peek from my story A Lullaby from Hell that will someday be posted but it is:Complete

Sherlock:

1. Not even you, Sherlock- A drabble to a random playlist I made from having my ipod on shuffle:Complete

Walking Dead:

1. Can't have it all- Three sentences to go to a three song random playlist I made, about Shane talking to an old flame who has a new beau:Complete

Things To Remember

Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good.

There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird.

Female Comebacks

Man: Where have you been all my life ?
Woman: Hiding from you.

Man: Haven’t I seen you someplace before?
Woman: Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.

Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

Man: Can I buy you a drink?
Woman: Actually I'd rather have the money.

Man: Your face must turn a few heads.
Woman: And your face must turn a few stomachs.

Man: Go on, don't be shy. Ask me out.
Woman: Okay, get out.

Man: I think I could make you very happy.
Woman: Why? Are you leaving?

Man: What would you say if I asked you to marry me?
Woman: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.

Man: Can I have your name?
Woman: Why? Don't you already have one?

Man: want to see a movie?
Woman: I've already seen one.

Man: Your place or mine?
Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I’ll go to mine.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: I’m a female impersonator.

Man: Hey baby, what’s your sign?
Woman: Do not enter.

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Unfertilized.

Man: Your body is like a temple.
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.

Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
Woman: But would you stay there?

Man: If I could see you naked, I’d die happy.
Woman: If I saw you naked, I’d probably die laughing.

Man: I'm God's gift to women
Woman: God certainly has a sense of humor.

Spread the Stupidity (pretty funny)

Only in America do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.
Only in America do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.
Only in America do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.
Only in America do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.
Only in America do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.
Only in America do we use the politics to describe the process of economy so: Poli in latin meaning many and tics meaning blooksucking creature.
Only in America do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.

This made me sad...

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight throuth the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital bacause they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a come for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rest a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it