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Author has written 55 stories for CSI: Miami, CSI: New York, CSI, House, M.D., Heroes, Supernatural, Harry Potter, X-Men: The Movie, Moonlight, Torchwood, and Glee.
As I ride across the bridge
The sense of freedom prevails
With unlimited prospects of what
Sorry guys. I'm currently on hiatus, as my Big Bang fic is kicking my ass from here to Nantucket. I SHOULD be back about halfway through May, but until then, I'm gonna try and sneak some chapters in when I can.
Hey, my name is Rachel , but everyone calls me Rachy, 'cos Rachel is too damn common (sorry if you're a Rachel), my friend Courtney also calls me Brooklyn, cos apparently that's where my inner New Yorker lives. My Penname is Gaelic for To Fall Or Fly, in case you were interested.
I live in a little town called Durham.
My MSN address is firstname.lastname@example.org, so if you want to ask me anything, or just fancy a chat, I'm on most nights (usually when I'm supposed to be working). This is also my email, so drop me a line sometime.
This is unbelievably accurate! (Yes, I know that seems kinda pigheaded, but still):
The first thing I notice as I glance down my list of Sagittarians is that they all have an amazing ability to care for others. I've been to about a hundred doctors in my frail little life and about fifty of them have been Sagittarians! These people just love being helpful.
Many Sagittarians are bachelors. I know quite a number of Sagittarian subjects who never got married or else got married once and after three days ran off and never tried it again. The Sagittarian is an independent human being who seeks adventure even in the banal. Seeing the same face every day in the same surroundings doing and saying the same things is not the Sagittarian's idea of paradise. Rather, he or she could be content with a roof, a dog, plenty to eat (but nothing too exorbitantly expensive), a good position in the world and lots of dear friends around him to accept all his moral and material handouts.
Sagittarians are often planning or returning from a trip. They are drawn to travel and motion, always seeking to grow their knowledge of unusual cultures and exciting new places. Those group holidays where people tap on rocks in the Sahara or clamber over miles of rugged terrain to locate a lost shrine are loaded with curious Sagittarians. As a result, Sagittarians prosper in jobs that permit mobility and allow them to meet new people. They function best in relationships which leave them lots of leeway to come and go as they please. They are happiest when learning and growing and are repelled by sameness and routine.
Sagittarian women are particularly success-oriented. They like to run things, their way, and are not usually squeamish about how many dead bodies they have lo walk over in the process.
Need some advice on a dicey sublet or a special color of typewriter ribbon made only in the Philippines? Ask a Sagittarian. They will bounce right out and find you exactly what you want. Then, proudly and with almost childlike enthusiasm, old Sag will ring you up to ask, "How many of those ochre typewriter ribbons did you want?" You ask for it. He's got it. Sagittarius notices everything, pays close attention to details and remembers everybody's birthday. If not by heart, then jotted down in a little date book specially kept for this purpose.
My Sagittarius sister-in-law, Nicole, not only remembers everybody's birthday, but she knows how many times you have bought this certain kind of perfume since last June and whether or not you are the kind of person who likes Breton oysters. It's not that Nicole's memory is so fantastic, although she's very clever. It's that she really, really cares. "Oh..." she'll say after I haven't seen her for ten months and she visits me in Paris. "You cut your hair and had it pushed back over the ears. You lost a pound and you moved the couch. I think you look terrific. How did you ever get that makeup to be so smooth?" When Sagittarius women love somebody, they are not afraid to show it.
Sometimes, because they are very direct, Sagittarians tend to blurt out remarks that might have been better left unsaid. "You had your eyes done!" cried a Sagittarian friend when I met him at Orly Airport. I nearly fainted. Worse, I hadn't had my eyes done at all. He was so embarrassed, poor thing. He meant well. He meant to say, "You look terrific," the way my discreet sister-in-law has learned to. But instead, he mentioned my eyes, which 1 always think have giant bags under them and are better not discussed.
Even so, Sagittarian people have an outstanding ability to cheer one up. If I am ever sad or feeling sorry for myself, I call up my Sagittarian friends. They love to chat and will always have a funny story to tell, a nice cup of hot tea prepared for you or a bottle of your favorite rose on ice. You can tell your Sagittarian friend anything you are feeling and he won't be shocked. The Sagittarian is the soul of comprehension and exudes good will. Find yourself one for a friend. You won't regret it.
An excerpt from The New Astrology, by Suzanne White
Just so people know. Yes, I am a fan of slash. I don't write it as often as others do, but if the pairing is good or it's well written, why should the relationship of two men or two women bother me?
My favourite music changes almost hourly, but at the minute, I'm liking Daughtry, 3 Doors Down, Nickelback and Bon Jovi (it rocks... on occasion)
Me, Courtney (night-star-93) and Laura (Lover-Fighter-Writer) have a joint account. We are HuntersOrHunted and we currently have two stories in the works. The first chapters should be posted sometime in April.
Another account: Me and Laura (Lara-Van) have a Heroes themed joint account called Raising Lazarus. We currently have two stories planned, and a bunch of awesome oneshots that should be posted soon, so look out for that too!
I am now open for commissions, writing and art. My price list is over on my dA accountGo check it out, I need munnies!
Welcome To Holland
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
By Emily Pearl Kingsley.
This is for Adam, taken too soon, missed forever, and to remind people that Downs sufferers aren't wrong, just different.
A big thanks to BEG75, who helped me through a very difficult time. Your kind words were much needed, and even more appreciated.
Pick the ones that fit you (Mine will be in bold)
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
If you hate sterotypes. Then just stop what you're doing and POST THIS on your profile! Help stop sterotypes!
PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!! and Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it
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 person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
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 have a new account. This is a collaboration with a couple of friends, and is called JustCSInight-star. The first stories have been posted, Go check out my part, Lost and Found, in the CSI New York section!
Current WIPS and their status
Taylor Made For Miami:DISCONTINUED, sorry
Destiny: ON HIATUS INDEFINITELY
My Time To Heal: ON HIATUS (working on an update, should be up ASAP)
They Live By The Sword: IN PROGRESS
The Lost Winchester: IN PROGRESS
Hiding Under A Painted Face: IN PROGRESS
The Five People You Meet In Hell: IN PROGESS
Watching A Saviour, Waiting For A Hero: IN PROGRESS
Empty: ON HIATUS
Why?: IN PROGRESS
On A Wing And A Prayer: IN PROGRESS
Ninety Years Of Perdition: IN PROGRESS
Love, Lust And Everything In Between: IN PROGRESS
Brokenpromiseland: IN PROGRESS
Yes, I know my profile is long and rambling. Deal with it.
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