Author has written 22 stories for Danny Phantom, Powerpuff Girls, CSI: Miami, Suite Life series, Ironman, Kim Possible, Twilight, Incredibles, Gallagher Girls, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Princess Protection Program, and Avengers.
Hi, my name is Kate.
I live in the USA, in this little town called Nunya Beezwax, maybe you've heard of it.
About Me: I am in high school, but I love all the old cartoons they had when we were like seven. I love reading and writing (obviously, I'm here aren't I?). I'm part Native American (among other things), I'm related to Robert E. Lee and Andrew Jackson (Don't ask me how because I don't really know, although it is slightly ironic), and I was born on 1/25 at 1:25, cool huh? Yes, I know you really don't care. I'm the kind of girl who is nice to everyone (or, at least until you give me a reason not to be (and if you do, you better watch out)), but is often ignored by people at school, mostly because I'm quiet, and a little bit different.
Hair:Dark brown, curly, about two inches below my shoulders
Height: 5' 4"
Family: Mom, Dad, an obnoxious younger sister who, I swear, has way more drama (and makeup) than I will ever have. I also have two dogs: a labradoodle (yes it is a real dog and she is really sweet), and golden retriever, and also two cats.
Interested In: Men, guys my age or older, to be a little bit more specific.
Religion: CHRISTIAN, always and forever. Jesus Christ is my savior.
My favorite colors: light blue and red (but not necessarily together)
My favorite domestic animal: a dog
My favorite wild animals: cheetah or a wolf
Favorite TV shows: Danny Phantom, X-Men Evolution, Kim Possible, Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heros, The Nine Lives of Chloe King, Avatar: the last Airbender, Legends of Korra, Once Upon a Time, The Fairly OddParents, Teen Titans, CSI Miami, Law and Order: SVU, CSI New York, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, American Dragon: Jake Long, Jimmy Neutron, Scooby Doo and more
My favorite quotes are:
Favorite foods:Orange Chicken or Lemon Chicken, cheesecake, pizza, chicken nuggets, hotdogs, ice cream, hamburgers (if you can't tell, I'm an American)
Favorite candies:Hershey's chocolate, York peppermint patties, Reeses cups, Good and Plenties, Nerds, Mike and Ikes, etc.
Favorite books: Percy Jackson series, Lost Hero series, Maximum Ride, Gallagher Girl Series, Kane Chronicles, The Nine Lives of Chloe King, and the Witch and Wizard series, Warriors series, The Empty Coffin series, Spookygirl: Paranormal Investigator, The Nightmare Affair, The Friday Society, Transparent (I would recommend the last five to anyone and everyone. They're completely unrelated but awesome. I mean, I would recommend the Percy Jackson series to everyone too, but that's already well-known as being awesome. The last five books I listed are pretty new series'/novels that don't even have a spot on FF yet even though they should).
Favorite songs: why do I even bother, too many to name. It is easier to tell you what music I dislike. I don't like Rap, Hip Hop, most pop songs made after 2009 (especially anything made by Justin Bieber, Nikki Minaj, or Lil Wayne). I don't like most country songs, with the exception of some Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, and Rascal Flatts songs. So yeah, basically, I like Rock (including, Classic Rock, Alternative Rock, Christian Rock), some songs from the eighties, nineties and early 2000's, and I like Christian Music.
Favorite Movies: The Sound of Music, Mrs. Doubtfire, The Proposal, The Parent Trap, Iron Man, Captain America, The Avengers, X-men movies, Batman movies, Rise of the Guardians, A Walk to Remember, Killers, This Means War, Eagle Eye, Holes, Transformers 1,2, and 3, and DISNEY MOVIES :)
Shippings for books and TV shows:
-Percabeth- Percy Jackson Series
-DannyXSam- Danny Phantom
-Romy- X-Men Evolution
-Zutara- Avatar: The Last Airbender
-Makorra- Legends of Korra
-Zammie- Gallagher Girls
-Fax- Maximum Ride
-Pepperony- Anything with Iron Man in it
-KimXRon- Kim Possible
-BBXRaven- Teen Titans
-RobinXStarfire- Teen Titans
-JakeXRose- American Dragon: Jake Long
-ChloeXAlec- The Nine Lives of Chloe King
-TimmyXTootie- The Fairly OddParents
-JimmyXCindy- Jimmy Neutron
-Phinabella- Phineas and Ferb
-Kudley- TUFF Puppy
-FredXDaphne- Scooby doo
-BradXJenny- My Life as a Teenage Robot
-KatnissXGale- Hunger Games
YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...
You talk to yourself a lot (I prefer to call it 'thinking out loud').
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself.
When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else.
You live off of sugar and caffeine
You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
You can go days without much sleep.
My recipe for Inspiration:
(I made this up, feel free to repost it, but you don't have to)
INGREDIENTS: Three cups of obsession, three cups of a good idea, two cups of an accumulation of a loss of sleep (over 5 or more days), and a dash of insanity. Mix well and let sit for two more days.
DURATION: Three to seven days.
This Story Really Touched My Heart:
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed “No, Daddy Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry."
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
I won't ask you to repost this "if you love dogs and are against animal abuse" because I think it's silly. Reposting something doesn't mean you love it any more or any less. Repost if this touched your heart and if it's something you want to share, not because you feel like you have to.
Read this whether you believe in God or not:
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.
Again, I'm not asking you to repost this if you "believe in God" because God knows that you love and believe in him without having to repost. Implying that you have to repost this to earn God's love goes against everything I believe as a Christian: God's love does not need to be earned, he loves you no matter what. If you want to repost that's fine, if not, it's whatever. I'm not going to lie to you and say that God will deny you in heaven if you don't repost this.
And just to throw in my political views, here's a funny story:
The Fifty Dollar Lesson
Recently, while I was working in the flower beds in the front yard, my neighbors stopped to chat as they returned home from walking their dog.
During our friendly conversation, I asked their little girl what she wanted to be when she grows up. She said she wanted to be President some day. Both of her parents, liberal Democrats, were standing there, so I asked her, "If you were President what would be the first thing you would do?" She replied... "I'd give food and houses to all the homeless people." Her parents beamed with pride!
"Wow...what a worthy goal!" I said. "But you don't have to wait until you're President to do that!" I told her. "What do you mean?" she replied. So I told her, "You can come over to my house and mow the lawn, pull weeds, and trim my hedge, and I'll pay you $50. Then you can go over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out and give him the $50 to use toward food and a new house."
She thought that over for a few seconds, then she looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Why doesn't the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the $50?" I said, "Welcome to the Republican Party." Her parents aren't speaking to me anymore.
Note from me to all my fans:
I would like to add, for anyone who is following my stories, that, I consistently am way over my head in all the stories I end up posting so, depending on where inspiration strikes, I will probably be more centered on another fic for a while. Please know, that I do not intend to abandon ANY of my stories, and I will get to all of them...eventually.
You can find me on Deviant Art, my username is the same and I have a lot of art related to my stories...especially for the ones where it is difficult to keep future families straight.
PM me if you ever want someone to talk to, I'm all ears :)
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