Hi. I've changed my profile again because I'm annoying like that.

So, about me:

Sometimes I know how to spell words. I'm a feminist. I'm a Ravenclaw (as sorted by Pottermore). I'm a fangirl. I support same-sex marriage.

My OTPs: Ron/Hermione, Amy/Rory, Quirrell/Voldemort, Dean/Castiel, Rose/Nine, Science Bros and lots of other ships that I can't think of just now.

Harry Potter is one of my favorite things. Supernatural, Doctor Who and Team Starkid are also some of my favorite things.

Chinese food, spinach/artichoke dip and pie are some of my favorite things to eat. I have yet to try fish fingers and custard.

I really like AC/DC.

I've never read any comic books, but I adore Marvel movies. DC movies aren't terrible, I suppose (I prefer the videogames).

I haven't really been publishing anything because I have all these ideas but I want to finish the story before I publish it and yeah.

I like Tumblr. I don't have a blog there, but I like the website.

I seriously adore Team Starkid. I have crushes on every single member and I think that they're all ridiculously talented and attractive. Their music is my favorite music.

If Dean and Cas aren't confirmed in at least some way before Supernatural ends I swear I'll *rips apart imaginary paper*.

"The Beauty and the Tragedy" is the only thing I've put on here that I'm proud of.

So, yeah, message me if you wanna talk about any of the stuff that I've mentioned on here.

So I deleted "What if Live Free or Twihard" because I wrote a stupid thing in it that I wanted to fix but the site wouldn't let me and it was really bugging me. Sowwy.

PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!

I am the girl who was kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

HEY don't read the following if you're paranoid like me.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her while she was still alive. The murderer chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.