Name: Stella Luna Parker

Age: Old enough.

Height: Last I measured, 5 feet, 2 ish inches. Ignore me. Height's an obsessive thing for me.

Bio: Hi, I'm Stella. I've been on this site a long time. I am a scatterbrained and constantly busy and/or mentally absent teenage enby with tendencies toward downright stupidity. I hate bad grammar, really hate bad spelling, and cannot tell you how quickly I pull out of a story mentally when I catch those things. I am terribly controlling, nit-picky, and hard to get along with. However, I love to read, write, blog, and drink tea. I am very much in love with the idea of writing as a future career, and my favorite idea so far has probably been to become an English teacher as a steady job and a writer as my eccentric side. Or maybe I'll go work in theater..

I'm an insomniatic writer with a huge affinity towards tea, chocolate, books, and music. I love the smell of a new notebook, a new hardbound book, and cut grass in the early spring. I love to dance barefoot in the rain every chance I get, and singing is a constant hobby around which I have made a great number of fantasies regarding my future career in music (ha!). I fantasize constantly about my life, especially my future, and I live more firmly rooted in my head than most anywhere else. I dream of running away, night and day, and when I get where I'm going, there will be endless tea, as much chocolate as I can eat, no need for anything more to eat or drink, and a perfect, uninterrupted internet connection alongside a word processor. And music.

Music is the only other thing in my life I love, and I quite literally live inside of it half of the time. I'm pretty well positive my teachers worry for me and how firmly based in reality I'm not, but I could also care less about what they think of me when the majority have already gotten to the only conclusion that matters - I'm bit "not-all-there". I write fictions based on concept albums from my favorite bands, and worse still, I write original fiction that nobody but me has ever (and probably will ever) read. I believe I'm a terrible fiction writer. I hate my style and character voices. Most characters I create end up living in my head and wreaking havoc on each other and what's left of my mental well-being. They talk to me, and I write down every single effing thing they tell me in someplace, and usually lose half of it.

I really enjoy inspiring quotes, and quotes from any human being on the planet who inspires me. Gerard Way is one such human being, and I love a great many of his quotes, and relate to the vast majority of them. Also, the entirety of Frank Iero's blog post on their website, titled "Happy Danger Day!" is a beautiful thing, and makes me emotional every time I read it. Most of their music does the same thing. If you effectively want to become someone very important to me, lead off by loving My Chem half as much as I do... (Just kidding. But good musical taste is a must in my case...)

I, Stella Luna, solemnly swear to review every fic I read, no matter how old, young, stupid, lovely, amazing, or horribly written it is.
This is for all of you that are tired of seeing 100 hits and only 14 reviews.
I've joined the Review Revolution.
Have you?

I love to tell stories, just not my own, and I love talking to people on the internet. I feel like a terrible human being for it, but there you go.

"Outcasts, they tend to call us: The Weird Ones, The Freaks. But we like to think of ourselves as The Special Ones. With our permanent marker doodles on our Converse, ripped jeans, and Elmo hearts and poems written in the snow..Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight..batteries nearly dead; we've used them so much. And dancing in the rain...Praying to Screamo and Hardstyle, and singing to the stars, at the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in...Or on the top floor of a beach house, with the sea stretched out before us - "Go home, you lose. Good day, sir." Turn around and say goodbye. Gum-wrapper bracelets and crying to the moon..Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes, sad behind the smiles. And sitting in the corner to escape the staring eyes. But we live in funny looks because they remind us that we are special...Man, we are special. We aren't the Outcasts, for we know how to live...For we know how to be ourselves, what to do on a rainy Sunday afternoon..." - Taken from this profile.

"And remember, when life gives you lemons, MCR says start a fucking band!" - Frank Iero (via "Happy Danger Day!" - go read it, it's really an amazing statement about them as a band, and as people.)