So yeah, hi I guess. If you're on here because I haven't updated in a while, it's either school, writer's block, or I'm working on my actual book. If not, read on...

Name's QLC and I'm obsessed with a bunch of stuff, but here are my main ones (this is not in order, except for the first one):

1. RICK RIORDAN BOOKS
2. DIGIMON
3. WHITE TIGER SERIES (Don't read unless you are ready to lose your innocence IT'S TOTALLY WORTH IT)
4. AVENGERS
5. GOOD MUSIC
6. MOST DYSTOPIAN/FANTASY/SCI-FI NOVELS & TV
7. NOT-SEX-BASED ANIME
8. Buddyfight? Lol probably nobody knows what it is, it doesn't even have a fanfic base *Never Mind I Found It

Things I'm obsessed with hating:

1. PERCY JACKSON MOVIES
2. SWEARING
3. HATE WITHOUT REASON
4. STUPIDITY
5. ME & MY BAD HABITS

I recently read that anxiety attacks can manifest as stuttering, fast-talking, unpredictable bouts of rage or irritability, and/or sitting rigid and staring out into space. What I find interesting is that I have all these symptoms. Does this mean I have frequent anxiety attacks? Can you even have an anxiety attack without knowing it?

Stuff I Made Up:

I CAN IMAGINE...

I can imagine the wizard waiting for the return of the king
I can imagine the fearless girl watch her ashes being spread
I can imagine the daughter of wisdom visit the traitor hero’s grave
And I can imagine the fiery-haired artist who thinks of her brother alone
I can imagine the fans left with broken hearts
After reading the books right from the start
Or those who had stared at their screens for hours
Only to see the ending and glower
“What if I had known the end?”

I would have laughed harder at the jokes
I would have smiled more at the friendships
I would savored every moment
Because moments only last an instant
How I wish they would last just a second longer

REMEMBER?

Remember the girl in the hall
With her eyes aimed down and streaks down her cheeks
Remember the boy sitting alone
With his head in his hands and a scar on his arm
Remember the girl who got picked on
Being harassed and trying not to cry
They are people have been beaten down
But still strive forward and still haven’t drowned
In the abuse they are put through at home and at school

They are the fighters and will soon run the world

I DIDN'T CHOOSE THE FANDOM LIFE (I didn't write the first two entries)

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life grabbed my hand and whispered, "Run."

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life told me to come to 221B if convenient, and if inconvenient come anyway.

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life threw me a pen that turned into a sword.

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life looked over me as I fell into unconsciousness and said, "Not yet, we must be sure before we destroy them."

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life told me I was dead and asked whether I wanted the mini-bar key.

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life asked me if I wanted to come on as a nanny full-time.

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life asked me if I wanted to be part of the Avengers Initiative.

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life appeared in a flash of light and asked me if I wanted to be his buddy.

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life appeared after I finished the Millennium Puzzle.

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life broke down the door and told me, "You're a fangirl, Harry!"

I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life chose me.

THE PEOPLE I USED TO BE

I used to be an infant
With small stature and selfish need

I used to be a youngster
With boundless energy

I used to be a child
Innocent of all crimes

I used to be reader
Who created worlds in her mind

I used to be a student
Learning of life and love

I used to be a good person
Anger, void of

I'm not sure of now
Who I am or what is me

But this I surely know,
These are the people I used to be

I still have some of their qualities:
I create worlds, I learn of life and love

While other I lack:
No longer do I bounce around, or be innocent of all

And this is not my last persona
Ha, not even close

But so as Eleven said,
With his final words

I will always remember
When this girl was me

DREAMS OF REALITY

Does anybody just want to break down every time they see a book they've read because it's either so horrible it's unforgettable, or it's so amazing it's horrible? Does anybody just want to cry every time they see a movie for the same reasons? Does anybody just want to smack somebody because they feel useless and wish they were inside a book they had read so they could make it better or just meet the people they consider old friends? Does anybody just want for somebody to hold their hands, say it's ok, and understand how much words can do to you? Does anybody just want to see something, ANYTHING, happen that proves that a book is real, and so you can die knowing that your favorite characters are real?
Now, let's compare this to problems in the real world.
Does anybody want to break down every time they see or smell or hear or feel something that reminds them of the people that abused them? Does anybody just want to cry every time they sense that reminds them of the people that loved them that are now dead? Does anybody just want to smack somebody because they feel useless, but nobody cares so it would be better if they died anyway? Does anybody just want for somebody to hold their hands, say it's ok, and understand how much words can do to you? Does anybody just want something to happen that PROVES they were telling the truth because nobody's listening to a thing they say?
People say there are no clear lines between good and bad, and that's true, but there also isn't a clear line between dreams and reality, and that's AMAZING and TERRIFYING at the same time. Because there are people like Umbridge, Kronos, Luke, Annabeth, Harry, Ron, Katniss, President Snow, Thomas, Chancellor Paige, they've just taken on different names. Those who beat and those who are beaten. We love, we cry, we live, we die, these are true in every world worth living in, whether it's real or not.

Stuff I Copied Down:

An atheist professor of philosophy asks one of his new students to stand.

"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"

"Yes, sir," the student says.

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"Is God good?"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

Now the professor asks, "Are you good or evil?"

"The Bible says I'm evil," replies the student.

The professor grins knowingly.

"Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes, sir, I would."

"So you're good…!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

The student remains silent.

"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

"Er… yes," the student says hesitantly.

"Is Satan good?"

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."

"Then where does Satan come from?"

The student falters. "From God," he answers after a few moments.

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"

"Yes."

"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"So who created them?"

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."

The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"

"No, sir, I have not."

"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"Yes."

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"

"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."

"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."

The student sits down, obviously shaken. Another student close to him stands up and asks his own question. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"And is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No, sir, there isn't."

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest, minus 458 degrees.

"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

"What about darkness, professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word."

"In reality, darkness isn't anything. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This would be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure."

"Sir, science can't explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.

"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from monkeys?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an ongoing endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."

The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain?" The class shakes their heads while chuckling. The student turned back to the teacher. "No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir."

"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."

"Now, you accept that there is faith, and in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"

Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

… Amazing. Just Absolutely Flippin' Amazing.