Author has written 21 stories for Smallville, Chronicles of Narnia, Doctor Who, X-Men: The Movie, The Santa Clause, Castle, Star Wars, Avengers, Hotel Transylvania, Batman Begins/Dark Knight, Wizards of Waverly Place, Batman the Animated Series, Lord of the Rings, Supernatural, Once Upon a Time, Danny Phantom, Star Trek: 2009, Death Note, x-men, and One Piece.
Welcome to my profile page!
So a bit about me is: I'm a senior in high school and yes, I'm a girl. If you asked me what my hobbies are I'd say I draw, write, sing (not very well), dance (again, not very well), and play video games. I know, not very exciting, but hey! It's my life!
My favorite T.V. shows (in no particular order, and just off the top of my head) are: Smallville, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Monk, Glee, Castle, Chuck, Poirot, Friends, How I Met Your Mother, Sherlock, the New Adventures of Lois and Clark, etc...
My favorite movies are (again, in no particular order): The Superman movies (The ones with Christopher Reeve), The Princess Bride, The Chronicles of Narnia series, Harry Potter series, Star Wars, Star Trek (both new and old), Stardust, Tangled, Pride and Prejudice (the one with Colin Firth), and a few others that I can't name off the top of my head.
I love listening to music of basically any genre. In my opinion: good music is music I can listen to over and over and over again without ever getting tired of it. The same goes for reading fanfics and watching movies. The good part, being changed accordingly
I am sorry that Chuck and Smallville are now no longer part of my daily schedule *Insert crying face here* but I'll always have a special place for them in my heart! (No spoilers will be given out here, sorry!)
Anyways, for the links below, if you can't get them to load, copy and paste is your best bet! Just an FYI :)
Well... That's all I can think of right now!
Peace and love to everyone! :D
This does not apply to my Betas nor my followers/favoriters, but to the haters out there. You all know who you are.
Oh, I realize that my link is all messed up on Jazz, so... awkwardness. I took it out so no one will get frustrated/confused. I'll put it up here on my page soon. Promise!
Oh, and slight spoilers for my SV story are in the descriptions of the links below. Don't continue on unless you really don't want a surprise! (Not making much sense, but there you have it!)
Anyways, in case you want to know:
Story of My Life (my Smallville story):
Scarlett Luthor (just remember she has brown eyes):
Eleanora Brown (When Clark "first" meets her):
Eleanora's outfit (the shirt is supposed to be lilac):
Amanda Carlton (Young):
Amanda Carlton (teen):
Jane Rowe (teen):
I will have more updates soon, but for now... that's it.
Copy and Pastes:
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.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
I didn't write it, but when I saw it on somebody else's profile, it touched my heart, so I had to repost. I hope you can repost as well.
Fancy a challenge? Try this: I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! Tahts so cool!
Okay... So, I decided to do a Quiz thing. I know that there's a LOT of people that do this too, but whatever.
This is going to be about Doctor Who (2005-present), and may include my OC's. I'll let you know by this: (OC). All right? Cool. So, Quiz Time!!
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