Hello, my name is Raevyn. I am 17, turning 18 in 2 months. As you can tell, I enjoy writing fan fictions, but I get the worst writers block so if I don't post for a while, there's your reason. My hobbies include reading, drawing and playing my clarinet (I am in my schools marching band). My main OTP is Klaine, but I also love Drarry.

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My Twitter account is: https://twitter.com/gleekfan1029

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Some Useless Information About Myself:

Favorite animal: cats

Favorite band/singer: One Direction, IM5, Journey, David Bowie, Taylor Swift, Emilie Autumn, Marina and the Diamonds, Neon Trees, San Cisco, Fall Out Boy, Demi Lovato, Ed Sheeran, Chameleon Circuit, The Ministry of Magic, Paramore, Ross Lynch, Walk the Moon, The Wanted, Young the Giant, Parachute, Fun, Never Shout Never, Adams, Nirvana, Of Monsters and Men, and Freelance Whales

Favorite books: The Harry Potter Series, The Percy Jackson Series, The Hunger Games Trilogy, My Sisters Keeper, and Rainbow Boys

Favorite color: Pink (typical, right?)

Favorite subject: American Sign Language

Favorite TV shows: Glee, Pretty Little Liars, The Big Bang Theory, Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Hemlocks Grove, Vampire Diaries, Queer as Folk, and Game of Thrones

Favorite movies: The Breakfast Club, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Rise of the Guardians, and Dirty Dancing

Favorite musicals: Billy Elliot, Spring Awakening, RENT, Little Shop of Horrors, The Addams Family, and Wicked

Favorite Pokemon: Pikachu

Favorite manga: Fruits Basket, The Wallflower, Kitchen Princess, Full-Moon, and Mars

Favorite anime: Kodocha, Fruits Basket, Ouran High School Host Club, and Black Butler

Favorite Glee character: Kurt or Blaine

Favorite Glee couple: Klaine, obviously

Favorite famous people: Darren Criss, Lucy Hale, and Chris Colfer

Idol: Darren Criss

Favorite food: Cheesecake

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it. :
I am the girl 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 has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.