Hey, I'm starrycat05! Don't judge me, I came up with the name ages ago. I love writing, reading, singing, acting and not dancing. I can't draw either. Sucks man...so here's a little more information about moi (I know that you wanted nothing more than to hear just a little more...)

My Favourites:

- Book: Only Ever Yours, by Louise O'Neill

- Film: Mockingjay Part 2

- Song: Every song on the Hamilton soundtrack

- Band/Artist: Pentatonix (this will probably never change)

- Subject: Latin and Archaeology

- Colour: Dusty rose pink

- Food: Chocolate

- Quotes:

Hey, can I borrow this real quick? I'll give it back. It'll look just like it does now...only on fire.
- Toby "Tobuscus" Turner

"It's scary isn't it? Forgetting like this."
"Yes," I said. And it is.
- Bill Denbrough and Mike Hanlon, IT

"You know my legs? You know how many I’ve always had and that?"
"Like...two legs or some shit like that?"
"Well, I’ve only got one leg now."
"...Random."
- Armstrong and Miller, RAF Pilots

"Out there, things can happen, and frequently do,
To people as brainy and footsy as you."
- Dr. Suess, Oh! The Places You'll Go!

"Go then, there are other worlds than these."
- John "Jake" Chambers, The Gunslinger

Vogons are one of the most unpleasant races in the galaxy; not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous. They wouldn't even lift a finger to save their own grandmother from the Ravenous Bug-Blatter Beast of Traal without orders signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost, found, lost again, subjected to public inquiry and finally buried in soft peat for three months and recycled as firelighters. The best way to get a drink out of a Vogon is to stick your finger down his throat, and the best way to irritate him is to feed his grandmother to the the Ravenous Bug-Blatter Beast of Traal.
- The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, on Vogons

Everything starts somewhere; although many physicists disagree.
- Opening lines, Hogfather

My Poem of the Week:

The Definition of Love, by Andrew Marvell

My love is of a birth as rare
As ’tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne’er have flown,
But vainly flapp’d its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic pow’r depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have plac’d,
(Though love’s whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embrac’d;

Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp’d into a planisphere.

As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.

My Stories:

Stars, Space and Surrey School Girls: A new Star Wars fic which I've been working on for several months now. I have almost the entire thing written, and I'm just getting down to posting it now. Good for some laughs (I hope) and some fluffy Luke/OC. This was inspired by FebruarySong's 'The Awkward Adventures of Meghan Whimblesby', a fic which I would highly recommend.