Author has written 5 stories for Twilight, H2O: Just Add Water, Vampire Diaries, and Hunger Games.
Insight Into Me
21. Love the color pink. I read too much. Constantly watching anime and K-dramas. Advocating for more diversity.
Nerd. Black Feminist (My feminism is intersectional; looking at you white feminists and don't think you have to be white to be one). Black Lives Matter (So miss me with the b.s). Eagerly awaiting the cancellation of Sleepy Hollow (Like, don't get me started on how the writers think that Abigail Grace Mills is disposable, so non-important that they can just kill her off, but say 'hey, we're gonna put her soul in another person.' Is she so interchangeable to you, so much worth less than your white male lead (No hate to Tom, he loves and adores Nicole.)
Proud member of the Scott McCall (True Alpha of my heart!), Bonnie Bennett (selfless martyr that deserves the galaxy) , Iris West, Regina Mills (So good and deserves a buttload of better), Tyler Lockwood (I can't believe they killed him off like he was nothing my poor baby!), Cisco Ramon (smart dorky sexy cinnamon roll), Bellamy Blake, Abbie Mills, Lacey Porter, Mercedes Jones, Laurel Lance(my vigilante, warrior, lawyer, princess was too good for that show) Defense Squad.
OTP's That Are Life
Bamon/Stelena/Forwood/Mabekah/Kalijah/Bonnie Bennett x Happiness/ Bonnie Bennett Deserves Better/ Elena Gilbert Deserves Better/ Caroline Forbes Deserves Better/ Stefan Salvatore Deserves Better /Tyler Lockwood Deserves Better/ Matt Donovan Deserves Better (TVD) (The Vampire Diaries)
Westallen (The Flash)
Blackvibe (1 episode two years ago and I'm not over it) (Flarrow)
Anabbie/ Abbie Mills Deserves Better(Sleepy Hollow)
Laurel Lance x Happiness/Laurel Lance Deserves Better (Arrow/
Outlaw Queen/Captain Swan (OUAT)
Villadero (Jane the Virgin)
Tomily/Wrencer/Hancas/Noel/Aria (Pretty Little Liars)
Stallison/Stydia (Teen Wolf)
Shows That Take Up My Time
Rosewood, Pitch, Lethal Weapon(FOX)
KC Undercover (Disney)
The Flash, Izombie, Supergirl, Jane the Virgin (If you're not watching, you're missing out on Gina Rodriguez a.k.a 2015 Golden Globe Winner for Best Actress in a Television Series Musical or Comedy and it's full of feminism and has positive representation for young Latinas and black women alike, so hell yes!) (CW)
Scorpion, Elementary, MacGyver, NCIS:New Orleans, Criminal Minds (Dr. Spencer Reid is so smart and dorky, but sexy and can I have him, Lord?) Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders, (CBS)
Superstore, The Carmichael Show (NBC)
Black-ish (Thank God for a show that deals with real life things going on, i.e, being a successful black man with a wife who has a career, their four kids and their experiences, racism, being biracial, the murder of unarmed black men, #BLM, but also being funny), Quantico (ABC)
Shadowhunters (ABC Family)
I promise to remember Bella
I promise to obey traffic laws
I promise to remember Carlisle
I promise to to remember Rosalie
I promise to remember Nessie
I promise to remember Jasper
Yes, I promise to remember Twilight
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
(This isn't mine, I found it out Feed me Fables from Your head profile)
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books.I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!' There was a big smile on his face.It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes.We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great.He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days.I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. You now have two choices, you can :1) Put this on your profile or 2) Forget you read this and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1.
'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'
If you Believe in Jesus Christ, put this on your profile, and don't deny this, because the bible says, "Deny me, and I will Deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven."