Author has written 29 stories for Austin & Ally, Harry Potter, and Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
Hi, I'm Daddysgirl11 :D
If it wasn't obvious...I am a girl. Enough said :)
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Favorite Books: The Bible! I also love all the "Love Inspired" books from Harlequin and Steeple Hill, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson & The Olympians, Heroes Of Olympus, The Mortal Instruments series, The Infernal Devices series, and basically any love story. Especially Christian based.
Favorite Book Characters: Harry Potter: Hermione, definitely. And the Marauders, probably. The Mortal Instruments: Simon! By far. The Infernal Devices: Definitely Jem and Tessa. I want Tessa and Will together but Jem would be the one I would choose for me. Percy Jackson: Hard to decide between Annabeth, Percy, Tyson, and Grover. Annabeth is precious to me and I love her. Percy is Percy and no one can hate him. Tyson is my baby, and must be protected at all costs. And Grover is incredible. Heroes of Olympus: (Excluding old PJO characters) Definitely Leo, but I love Frank and Hazel too.
Ships: Auslly, Trez, Raura, Rydelington, Romione, Hinny, Bill/Fleur, Lupin/Tonks, Percabeth, Frazel, Jasper, Tyson/Ella, Gruniper, Caleo, Clace, Sizzy, Jocelyn/Luke, Jessa, Wessa, Gideon/Sophie, Gabriel/Cecily, and Charlotte/Henry.
Favorite Shows: Austin & Ally, Full House, Boy Meets World/Girl Meets World, and Pretty Little Liars.
Favorite Celebrities: Ross Lynch, Laura Marano, Sabrina Carpenter, Rowan Blanchard, Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Matthew Lewis, Tom Felton, Taylor Swift, and many more!
Favorite Band(s): R5. Again, duh.
Guys, please check out my awesome friends' stories on their profiles:
Facts About Me:
I'M A CHRISTIAN!!! *I recommend seeing GOD'S NOT DEAD!*
I love to dance, and my mom has been my dance teacher since I was 2.
Reading and writing are my absolute passions.
I'm obsessed with Austin & Ally, Harry Potter The Mortal Instruments, and The Infernal Devices.
I love fangirling about A&A, Raura, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and TMI/TID!
Stories in Progress:
When Our Stars Collide *5th installment in the Sunshine series* This story is top priority, and probably the last official one in the series.
Already There This is based on the tragedy of 9/11. Another top priority.
Ally's Romeo This story has been put on the back burner. I'm not finished, and I will complete it, but it is not my priority and if forced to give a story up this would be my first choice. Sorry :/
Use Your Voice (I now own this completely) THIS STORY IS NOT COMPLETED! SOME HAVE SAID IT SAYS IT IS COMPLETE BUT IT IS STILL IN PROGRESS.
Malfoys Are Different (Harry Potter, Next Generation) This story is mostly about Scorpius Malfoy, but Neville Longbottom is also a main character, along with Rose Weasley.
No Love Like Your First Love (This is on writermeAL's profile. All her other stories are awesome as well). Idk if we're going to complete this one guys, so just assume it's on hiatus.
The New Girl (This is on PentatonixBookLover29's profile) This is a Kickin' It story rather than Auslly and it's Jarin instead of Kick. Jarin is a couple name PentatonixBookLover29 made up for the character Erin Wilkes and Jack. They're very good and I've come to love Jarin stories as well.
What Could Go Wrong (This is on PentatonixBookLover29's profile) This is co-written by me and is, like the story above, about the made up pairing of Erin Wilkes and Jack Brewer.
Romantic And Reckless (On R5AAFan's profile) This is co-written by me, R5AAFan and TheRealSkystorm. Originally TheRealSkystorm's idea.
Stories Completed: (See summaries under "my stories")
The Nightmare That Saved Her (ONE-SHOT)
Miserable Days and Mistakes (ONE-SHOT; after Fresh Stars and Farewells)
Answers for Everything (ONE-SHOT; Thanks to writermeAL for the idea)
You're So Worth It (ONE-SHOT; Part of Project Beautiful)
Traditions (ONE-SHOT; Thanksgiving)
Your First Everything (co-written by writermeAL; will be on her page so check it out!)
A Boyfriend for Christmas (ONE-SHOT/Song-fic on Christmas Wrapping-Bella Thorne version)
The New Dream (ONE-SHOT; New Years)
Mattress Store Meeting (ONE-SHOT)
A Dance in the Moonlight (ONE-SHOT; Valentine's Day)
Moon Beam (Sequel to Sunshine)
A Wedding On Cloud Nine (Two-shot; 3rd installment in the Sunshine series; Trez wedding)
Candy Crush (ONE-SHOT)
Making Cookies (ONE-SHOT)
Scary Love (ONE-SHOT; Halloween)
A Christian Thanksgiving (ONE-SHOT; Thanksgiving)
When Our Love Shines In The Moonlight (Written by DCAAFan; ONE-SHOT; AU to but with the same characters of WOSA)
Unlikely Forbidden Friendship (ONE-SHOT; Harry Potter, Next Generation)
Wardrobe Girl (ONE-SHOT; based on Ferris Wheels and Funky Breath)
Like A Deer Caught In The Headlights (ONE-SHOT; Harry Potter, Marauders Era)
When Our Stars Align (4th installment in the Sunshine series)
Awkward (ONE-SHOT; Percy Jackson)
Stories to Come:
Wherever You Are (Sequel to Already There)
I also have some Harry Potter one-shots in the works if I can figure out how I want to end them. They range from Marauders fics to Next Generation.
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.
Even when you can't see Him, GOD is there! if you believe in GOD put this in your profile.
96 percent of teens won't stand up for Christ. If you are one of the 4 percent that will, copy and paste this in your profile.
I love Jesus, Jesus love, love, love, love, love, love, love, loves me, if you believe Jesus loves you paste this in your profile
Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...
He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...
He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...
He had no army, yet kings feared him...
He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world...
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today. Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us...
If you believe in the God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost then copy and paste this in your profile
If you ignore him, in the Holy Bible, Jesus says... "If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven..."
Why do we sleep in church, but when the ceremony is over we suddenly wake up?
Why is it so hard to talk about God, but so easy to talk about sex?
Why are we so bored when we look at a Apostolic magazine, but find it easy to read Playboy?
Why is it so easy to ignore a Godly MySpace message, yet we repost the nasty ones?
Why are churches getting smaller, but bars and clubs are growing?
Think about it, are you going to repost this?
Are you going to ignore it, cause you think you'll get laughed at?
Just remember God is always watching you.
Try Not To Cry
In Memory of the School Shootings
Mommy... Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
He shot it with a great huge crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told.
I got good grades, I got straight As, I even got the gold.
When I went to school that day, I never said goodbye.
I'm sorry that I had to leave, but Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another.
All because Johnny got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy that I love him very much.
And please tell Zack, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush.
Tell my little sister that she is the only one now.
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now.
And tell all of my wonderful friends that they always were the best.
Mommy, I'm not the first. I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers that I won't show up for class.
And never to forget this, not to let it pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me, though no one really deserves this.
But, Mommy, it's not fair. I left without a kiss.
And Mommy please tell the doctors that I know they really did try.
I think I even saw one doctor trying not to cry.
And now I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But Mommy, just remember I'm in Heaven with the rest.
When I heard that great big crack, I ran as fast as I could.
Please listen to me if you would.
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new.
I guess I'm not going with Daddy on that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married. I wanted to have a kid.
I wanted to be an actress. I really wanted to live.
Mommy, I have to go now. The time is getting late.
Tell my Zack I'm sorry, but I have to cancel the date.
I've always loved you Mommy. I know you know it's true.
So, Mommy, all I have left to say, is Mommy, I love you.
In memory of the Columbine and Virginia Tech students that were lost.
Please if you would, don't smash this on the ground.
If you pass this on, maybe people will cry.
Just keep this in your heart for the students who didn't get to say goodbye.
Now you have 2 choices:
(1)- Pass this along and show people you care. Repost as Try Not To Cry.
(2)- Don't repost it and show people how cold hearted you really are.
7 Reasons Not to Mess with Children (small children) Read this. This is really funny
A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.
One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.
A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face."
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:
Why Do Boys Fall In Love With Girls?
(This was written by a guy) (Don't break this, its so sweet! :)
1. They always smell good even if its just shampoo.
2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.
3. How cute they look when their asleep.
4. The ease in which they fit into our arms.
5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.
6. How cute they are when they eat.
7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while.
8. Because they are always warm even though its minus 30 outside.
9. The way they look good no matter what they wear.
10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful girl on this earth.
11. How cute they are when they argue.
12. The way her hand always finds yours.
13. The way they smile.
14. The way you feel when you see their name on the caller ID after you just had a big fight.
15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later...
16. The way that they kiss after you have had a fight.
17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you".
18. Actually...Just the way they kiss you...
19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry.
20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something silly.
21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.
22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt (even though we won't admit it).
23. The way they say "I miss you".
24. The way you miss them.
25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt anymore.
26. The way that she looks almost always happy around you
Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they became everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitabley consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of mind but of the heart. A feeling.
This chain started in 2002. It is a love chain letter. In an hour you are supposed to repost this.
Now here comes the fun part. You then say the name of the person you like or love and then the person will say "I love you," or "Will you go out with me?" NO JOKE!!
NOW THE CONSEQUENCES!!
The consequences are: If you break the chain letter, you will have bad luck in future relationships. If you don't break the chain, then you will be a happy camper!! Congratulations!! You have been chosen to participate in the LONGEST and the LUCKIEST chain letter on the internet.
Once you read this letter, you must IMMEDIATELY (meaning within the hour) post it with the title "Why do boys fall in love with girls?" After you send it, make a wish and it will come TRUE
PLEASE READ. If this doesn't touch you... Wow, then you are nowhere NEAR human.
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
LOL I THINK WE CAN ALL RELATE TO THIS XD
You Know You're a Writer When...
Every time you hear a song, you think of a new story or one you've already written.
You have the last chapters of a story done before even thinking of the story's names.
It takes you like 10 minutes to write a sentence basically saying that they woke up.
You have run out of ways to describe various situations
You often imagine your books becoming movies.
Spell check is your best friend.
You give even the smallest of characters a huge background.
You hesitate before killing of one of your favorite characters.
You smile really big when you are going to finally write a character love scene.
Every time you read something, you make your own story of the same thing.
You'll spend an hour trying to find one word cause you won't dare use a synonym.
Not being able to write is like not being able to pee to you... you just can't hold it in for so long.
You write so fast, you leave out words in a sentence.
You have to tell at least one person your whole story before it's even written.
Things that are written badly annoy you and make you want to re-write it better.
You laugh at jokes you wrote yourself.
You can spell words like 'troublesome' but can't spell 'the' half the time.
If you are not writing or typing, your fingers are moving constantly.
You talk to yourself... constantly
When you have to write some sort of story in class, you get carried away.
You would rather die than use words like 'good' or 'nice' and etc.
You put off the last chapter of a story simply because you don't want it to end.
You start to cry when writing about a death or other depressing event you knew was coming, and you are the one writing it.
When on a roll, you will ignore hunger, sleepiness, or the urge to pee until you run out of ideas.
If a story, movie, show, etc. finishes without closure, you have a powerful need to write a suitable ending.
You like to fidget, tap, or chew on the tip of something when you are trying to come up with a new sentence, paragraph, chapter, or story.
You are in love with the Thesaurus.
You dream about your stories.
You dream of new stories.
You often revisit some of your old stories.
Someone can call your name twenty times without you hearing if you're writing.
You would rather talk to the voices in your head than the person sitting next to you.
You would rather write than go out.
Your/you're and their/there/they're are errors that send you into an apoplectic fit.
You get cranky if you don't get to write.
You've heard/seen/thought something, and thought, I need to write that down.
You wake up in the middle of the night and scrabble for a pen and paper you keep next to your bed to write down a scene to make the voices be quiet so you can get some sleep.
Getting the scene finished is more important than coffee, the bathroom, or food.
A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you're writing takes place right in front of your eyes.
You can't write because you're mad at one of your characters.
You start to laugh out loud in public at what something your character might say.
Even though you try your hardest to resist, you often correct your own grammar on PM.
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself too much.
Your family/friends have come to the ignore the habit of your talking to yourself.
You've apologized out loud to a character after doing something horrible to them.
“Writing is considered stereotypical. Writing is considered dorky.
You probably laugh at the girl in the corner of the room, who is scribbling something in her notebook yet again. She only makes eye contact if absolutely necessary, which isn’t often. You wonder how long she has had that notebook, because it looks old and torn, and you don’t remember a time you have ever seen her without it.
You see her in a coffee shop, observing everything and everyone. You look at her as if she was a weirdo, and she looks at you back. She doesn’t tear her gaze away, so you do it instead. She immediately begins to write in that notebook of her’s, making you wonder what’s inside it.
At the school dance, she comes without a date or friends. You and your date were having fun, but as soon as she gets there, you feel distracted. She simply sits at a table, writing in her notebook, glancing up every so often to take in her surroundings. You excuse yourself from your date and sit down next to her, hoping to just see what she’s writing. She doesn’t even look at you; just gets up and sits down at the next table.
You think you just got rejected by a nerd.
You are practicing football in the park, and when you’re dismissed, you get ready to go. As soon as you are about to leave, you see a shape moving around in the middle of the field. You take a closer look and realize that it is her, laughing and spinning around in the tall grass. She collapses down and begins to jot down more things in her notebook, the smile not leaving her face.
You are walking down an empty hallway, but stop because you hear the sound of crying. You take a peak around the corner and see her leaning up against the lockers, crying her eyes out. She is furiously writing in her notebook, not even realizing that you are watching her. You feel really bad, but you can’t associate yourself with nerds like her.
If only you saw everything from her perspective…
She is not a nerd, she is a writer. There is a big difference. When she sits in the corner of the room and writes, it shows that she can’t get that burning idea for a story out of her head. A writer cannot pay attention to anything else before they write down all the ideas etched in the back of their minds.
When she sits in the coffee shop, watching everyone walk by, she is not being creepy. It most likely means she has writer’s block, and is searching everywhere for inspiration. Little did you know, when you locked eyes with her, you gave her everything she needed. All a writer needs for a good story is simply an exchanged glance.
A writer goes to an event to make memories. Writers use memories to make great stories. The girl went to the dance for just that reason. She was quite angry when you sat next to her; all writers need their concentration. She didn’t even know that the person who sat down was you before she moved tables to find a place to write in peace. A writer wishes to be in private most of the time.
So, no, you did not get rejected by a nerd.
You got rejected by a writer.
A writer knows how to turn their emotions into writing. She knew her character was supposed to feel happy, so she ran to the park as fast as she could. She stood in the middle of the field and just ran and played, because her character was a child, and that’s how children feel joy. As soon as she was feeling the same emotions her character felt, she copied them down, so she understood the feeling better. A writer writes before they lose the emotion they need to make a great story.
She was not crying because of anything someone said or did! A true writer doesn’t care about people’s opinions, just their own opinion. She was so caught up in the sadness of her own writing, that she can’t control the tears that forced their way out. She not only feels the emotions she writes, but makes sure she keeps editing until she does. A good writer knows that a piece is good when they are exploding with emotions when they write it.
Writing is not stereotypical, and writing is not dorky.
Writing is an art.
The girl with the notebook is probably a better person than any of your friends combined. She is not a nerd; she is simply an artist.
She knows how to capture a person’s heart with a simple sentence.
She knows how to create a whole other world by just picking up a pen.
She knows how to transmit her feelings into the written word.
She is not a nerd.
She is an artist.
Don’t underestimate the power of writing. It gets everyone every time.
Because I can bet you anything that one day, you will become too curious as to what is in the girl’s notebook. You will somehow be able to pry it from her grasp and read what is inside. Suddenly, all your opinions will change about her, because writers can change people’s hearts. You will be begging to take her out on a date, and when she finally accepts, it will be the best date of your life.
Because writers have the biggest, best personalities.
Before you know it, you’ll be on one knee for the writer you fell in love with, just because her writing was so magnificent.
You call me crazy, but when it happens, I’ll be there to say I told you so.”
-Kate Casey, a girl with a notebook.