Hey, I'm Krysy, I'm 21 and i live in Australia.

I am obsessed with fanfiction, as are most who frequent this site. :P

I am a fan of NCIS, Angel, Harry Potter, Smallville, Lois and Clark, The Pretender, Pirates of the Caribbean, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Bones, Castle, True Blood and Firefly.

Pairings I like:

NCIS - McAbby, Tiva, Tate, Kibbs.

Castle - Richard Castle/Kate Beckett, Lanie Parish/Javier Esposito, Kevin Ryan/Jenny Honeymilk

Bones - Booth/Brennan - either of them with anyone else is simply unacceptable, and I like a little Angela/Hodgins on the side.

Harry Potter - Harry/Hermione, Harry/Severus (Father/Son preferably), Harry/Voldemort(Tom Riddle Jr), Harry/Multi, Harry/Draco, Dark!Harry/OC, Vamp!Harry/Hermione, (side pairings - Ron/Luna, Ron/no-one, Remus/Tonks)

Smallville - Clark/Lana, Clark/Lois, Clark/Chloe

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Buffy/Spike, Buffy/Angel, Spike/Buffy/Angel, Angel/Angelus (/Buffy) alter-ego sex is hawt! (side pairings - Willow/Angel, Willow/Tara, Willow/Oz, Xander/Anya, Xander/Cordelia)

The Pretender - Jarod/MissParker

Lois & Clark - Clark/Lois, Kal/Lois, Kal/Clark/Lois

Pirates of the Caribbean - Will/Elizabeth, Jack/AnaMaria

I have a few original works on fictionpress.com if anyone is interested... http://www.fictionpress.com/u/549642/

And please check out my artwork at http://alive-or-dead.deviantart.com/

Krysy Tuddenham

Notice: To all those who think Homophobia is wrong and want to fight for a better future for our gay and lesbian friends, please repost this into your profile:

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 through 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 because 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 coma 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 rent 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 I love another male.
I am the woman who is too afraid to tell her friends that she is a Drag King.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

- Do you have all of the episode names and order memorized?

- Can you not help but quote Bones on an hourly basis?

- Did you start watching Buffy because David Boreanaz is in it?

- Do you feel obligated to introduce everyone you know to the amazingness called Bones?

- Do you worship TJ Thyne?

- Do you know Zack's middle name is Uriah?

- Have you ever considered a career as a forensic anthropologist?

- Have you ever wondered how it's possible for Bones to not have an MD?

- Do you know exactly what episodes Bones and Booth first hold hands, hug, and kiss?

- Do you find Bones to be the only show that you can watch the same episodes over and over and NEVER get bored of them?

- Does the number 12402510221 mean anything to you?

- When someone says dirt, do you picture Hodgins freaking out?

- Have you become a conspiracy theorist since you started watching?

- Is it obvious to you that the Jeffersonian is modeled after the Smithsonian?

The fact that you even read this proves you are obsessed with Bones.
Copy it to your profile if any of these apply to you!

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cryed post this in your profile

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense,who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

A moment of silence.

I am the girl ... that doesn't go to school dances, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on My Space, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or a regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.

But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird, who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who can express herself better with words, and knows the importance of the little things.

95% of teen girls would die if they saw Edward Cullen about to jump off a building. If you are one of the 5% eating popcorn shouting "Do a flip!", copy and paste this message.