Herro. I am Pushy-Wife-Of-The-Other-Son. That's a reference to a play I was in--The Woman of Troy.

I like writing, reading, and role-playing. If you like those things as well, I assume we'll get along great. Even if you don't, we'll probably get along well, too. I like people...so if you're a giant grasshopper, I will most likely not get along with you. Sorry, giant FanFiction grasshopper.

Me gusta: Psych, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Scrubs, Supernatural, Big Bang Theory (not particularly in that order)

...come to think of it, I shall put it in the correct order. Supernatural, Psych, Sherlock, Big Bang Theory, Doctor Who, Scrubs. There we go. TV shows down.

I should do books now, too. In no order: Harry Potter series, ANYTHING by John Green, Lord of the Rings, The Hunger Games series, ANYTHING by Stephen King, ANYTHING by Dr. Seuss (I have a slight obsession with the man), Percy Jackson series, Traveling Pants books, and lots more. I like books. Not a big supernatural buff, though.

Movies now? Okay. In order: Pretty in Pink/Hiding Out (they're tied. 80s Jon Cryer? ADORABLE.), Ferris Bueller's Day Off, The Lorax, Galaxy Quest, Rise of the Guardians, The Avengers, Iron Man 1&2, Thor, Captain America, The Incredible Hulk, Star Wars 1-6, Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, The Road to El Dorado, Megamind, Ghostbusters 1&2, Airplane! 1&2, The Naked Gun.

Music! I like...well, anything that sounds good. I adore He Is We...I enjoy Maroon 5...Nicki Minaj makes me want to claw my eyes out...Hank Green, Charlie McDonnell, Chameleon Circuit, and Alex Day...uh...some Katy Perry...like I said, whatever sounds good. Really no specific genre. I will listen to pretty much anything, though, if someone asks me to listen to a song.

UPDATE: Sleeping with Sirens. Is. Yes.

Youtubers: vlogbrothers (they changed my life and made me proud to be a nerdy, bisexual teenager), charlieissocoollike, nerimon, Paint, SteveKardynal, HISHE, Bad Lip Reading

Any other fandom-bases I should do? Nope? If there is one, PM me.

I am a female. Just though ya should know that.

I greatly enjoy reviews on any stories I may post. As long as those reviews are not flames. Flames make me want to devour the universe in a hot, steamy rage.

Just saying.

I shall not release my name, just yet, but I will allow you all to call me Yogurt, if you so please. Actually, please call me Yogurt. I do believe I enjoy that alias.

You may also call me Gus T.T. Showbiz, MC Clap Yo Handz (with a 'z'), Hollabackatcha, Lavender Ghooms, Nick Nack, and Jazz Hands. Any of these are perfectly acceptable, as is Yogurt.

I greatly enjoy OCs in fics and roleplays. It shows me that some people would enjoy putting something they created into something someone else created in hopes of making a good connection. Self-inserts bother me a bit. OCs based off yourself, on the other hand, are perfectly okay.

My least favorite word is bratwurst. I beg of you not to mention said word in front of me.

Shawn:...Shabby. Lassie: Shabby. That a street name? Gus: More like a given name... Lassie: Last name? Gus: He doesn't have one. Lassie: Don't toy with me, Guster. Shawn: Can I spell it? Lassie: Whatever. Shawn: T-H-E...S-E-A...L-I-O...N. Lassie: Thesealion? Is that French?

Duckie: (after being thrown into girls' bathroom) Hey, whoa!...so this is what it looks like! Man, this is nice! Hey, wait...you got doors on the stalls? Man! An-and what's this!? (approaches tampon/pad dispenser) We don't have a candy machine in the boy's room! This is an outrage! Doors on the stalls, candy machine--I demand to speak to the principal right now. Go get him this instant! Right now! I need to speak with him now! Right now! Go get him! I'll wait! (leans against wall)

Castiel: I found a liquor store. Sam;...and? Castiel: And I drank it.

Lassie: Can I get something off my chest? Shawn: Is it your shirt? Please say no.

Shawn: Collecting for the policemens' ball? Lassie: We don't have balls! (Shawn and Gus look at each other.) Shawn: I honestly have no response to that.

Shawn: I've been doing something I like to call "stalling." And Rutger Hauer calls "schtalling." Bad guy: Why? Gus: Because he's Dutch.

Shawn: My pilot's license? Out back in the Cessna. Or perhaps you were referring to my license to kill. Revoked. Trouble at the Kazakhstan border. I'd give you the details but then I'd have to kill you, which I can't do since my license to kill has been revoked.

Andie: What do you want to drink? Duckie: Eh, beer, scotch, juice box... (Later:) Duckie: (takes juice box) Drinking and driving don't mix. That's why I ride a bike.

Shawn: And...my horsey goes here... Henry: Shawn...horsey? No, if you're going to play the game, play it right. Now, what do you call this one? (points to chess piece) Shawn: I call him Dwight.

Me: Oh, yeah, I'm psychic. Dad: You're puh-sich-ick? Me: Yes, Dad, I am puh-sich-ick.

Max/Andrew: In high school, I was short, horny, and dorky. Now...I'm not short.

Castiel: Hello. Sam: ..."hello"?! Castiel: ...yes. Sam: (looks at Dean) "Hello!" (deep, croaky voice as if imitating Cas) "Hello"!

Cameron: I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. Shit.

Me: (gazing at Shawn's bright orange shirt) I want that shirt...in my bed. Originem Mali- A.C.N.E.: Wouldn't you want it on your floor?

Ferris: I do not like "isms." A person shouldn't believe in "isms." They should believe in themselves.

Duckie: Can I lay my head on your lap? Can I lean my head on your shoulder while you steer? Andie: Get in the car, Duckie. Duckie: Okay.

French the llama, that was quite random. All of it was. Right. So. LA-ERZ.

-Yogurt