Formerly known as BritinsMaid...new name is JustBeAQueen, inspired by Lady Gaga! Still known as that on a couple other fanfic sites. And known as justbeaqueen2 on twitter and justbeaqueen10 on livejournal.

This is a totally revised profile because I just realized how long this was, not to mention had a bunch of info about shows that are no longer on air.

Don't think I need to list my fave actors, music, shows or anything else, you guys are here to read fun stories (or naughty stories, more likely).

Fave stories are Queers as Folk and BBC's Sherlock.
Fave pairings are Brian/Justin and Sherlock/John.

I've only written one Sherlock story, but have a whole bunch of QAF stories, along with a few miscellaneous stories that are either supernatural or fantasy. Most of my stories have happy endings, no matter how much angst, but there will never be tons of angst. We all have drama and angst in our lives, and personally, I read fanfiction to escape reality for a bit, and I like happy stories with happy endings and only a little drama or angst for plot or character development. Every once in a while I'll write an angsty story, but it's more cathartic for how I'm feeling at the time I write.

I've become addicted to Sherlock stories over QAF stories, but I still love both, two of my all time fave shows (along with Sleepy Hollow, but there's not that much fanfic, not to mention I'm not interested in reading it, I just really love the show). I ship Johnlock in fanfiction, and of course I would love it if the show did that. However, I'd like to think I have a very solid grasp of people and psychology, and in staying true to the Sherlock Holmes character, friendship to a select few is about as deep a relationship as he can have. And I believe the creators of BBC's Sherlock know that and wouldn't introduce anyone that could be a romantic interest for Sherlock. An intellectual interest, definitely (already been done), but not romantic, no matter the gender. Although I think if there were ever to be a romantic interest for Sherlock, that person would be male and have to be intelligent, not easily offended, with a sense of humor and be okay with all things dark, morbid, gross and unusual. Course based on Series 4 trailers, who knows where the creators will go or if that will completely change. I didn't think it would happen in the show because I can actually see John and Sherlock as just friends, but I will be very interested to see where the show goes.

Now for a little about me: I'm a wife, mother, and worker. I used to list student in there, but now that I've officially graduated college (YEAH!) I don't have to include that, well until I start a Master's program, who knows when that will happen though, I'm so happy to be finished for the moment. I love reading, cooking, baking, eating healthy (when I can), being with my family, and my job. On a slightly different note, if my life had led in a different direction, I would probably be more involved in art, dance and music. I have a husband and two sons, but I'm not straight. Nor am I going to state my sexual orientation because labels don't matter, and some people wouldn't know what it was anyway.

I have a few WIPs, several completed stories, and a series that's still waiting to be finished. I will never abandon a story! It may take a while for my muse to kick in and inspire me, and while a couple years seems like a long time between updates, it's really just the blink of an eye and passes so fast I wonder where the time went. The saying the more things change the more things stay the same is really true, but you can only realize that after living and experiencing life at it's best and worst.

A quote on Quinn Anderson's profile that I had to post here:

“Fanfiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.”

—Lev Grossman, TIME, July 18, 2011

And now for something completely different (good on you if you know where this quote is from).

If you don't want to read the following, the video can be found on YouTube at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI. But just take a moment and read it, it might possibly be one of the most amazing things you'll ever read.

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99 [this was originally an article written in the Chicago Tribune by an author who was asked what advice she would give to graduating seniors, if she could, and it became a cultural phenomenon:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy.

Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

I found these on other’s profiles and through online research:

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
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.
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 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 person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag every day.
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.
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.
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 woman who died when the EMT s stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"

--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... COPY AND POST THIS TO YOUR PROFILE-

If you can read this message, you are blessed because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid.
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,
it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are,
the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef,
but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?
Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

If you could read that put it in your profile!

Of course I’m out of my mind. It's dark and scary in there!

Life's a circus ... and I’m stuck in the freak tent! (Copy and paste this if you are too!)

Life is random and so am I. (Copy and paste this if you are random)

If being gay is a sickness, can I call in Queer? (Saw this on a t-shirt… copy and paste if you want to do it.)

Being gay is not a choice, neither is being straight... but being a bigot is! [This is my own little twist on a couple of bumper stickers I've seen.]

Not only do I fall down stairs ... I trip up them as well! Now that takes TALENT! (Hee hee. Copy and paste this if you have ever done it!)

You're just jealous because the voices are talking to me!

When life gives you lemons ... be naughty and read them!

I don't suffer from insanity ... I enjoy every minute of it!

There's nothing wrong with talking to yourself out loud, it's when you lose the arguments that there's a problem.

If you put your two cents in, and you get a penny for your thoughts… what happens to the change?

If you are insane, enjoying every second, and proud of it, copy this and paste it into your profile.

If you hear the voices of characters in your head, put this onto your profile.

...Things to do in an elevator...

1) When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.

2) Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After awhile, let the doors close and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"

3) Drop a pen and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"

4) Lay down a Twister mat and ask people if they'd like to play.

5) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on ask them if they hear something ticking.

6) Ask, "Did you feel that?"

7) When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay. Don't panic, they open up again."

8) Swat at flies that don't exist.

9) Tell people that you can see their aura.

10) Call out, "Group hug!" then enforce it.

11) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"

12) Crack open your briefcase or handbag, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"

13) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "You're one of THEM!" and back away slowly.

14) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.

15) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.

16) Make noises when anyone presses a button.

17) Grinning, stare at another passenger for a while, and then announce, "I have new socks on."

Thanks Sophie (XDevil-Wolf-ChanX) for some of the previous witticisms. Some I found, some I made up.

16 THINGS TO DO AT WAL-MART

1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they aren't looking.
2. Set all the alarm clocks in Electronics to go off at 5-minute intervals.
3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.
4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, " 'Code 3' in housewares"... and see what happens.
5. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.
6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.
8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"
9. Look right into the security camera & use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.
10. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti - depressants are.
11. Dart around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.
12. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using different size funnels.
13. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through, say "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"
14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream... "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!"
15. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while and then yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!
16. Get several bouncy balls and throw them down an aisle shouting "pikachu, I choose you!"

Repost this if you laughed...
Or are planning to do any of these things.
(On a side note... never wear tan pants and a red shirt to Target, people will think you work there... on the other hand, that could be really fun to play with.)

I used to post tons of updates on what actors are doing what, but the internet has grown so large so fast since I started posting anything on FF, that I think it's safe to say if you want to know something or what someone is doing, Google it. If it's not on Google it probably doesn't exist, and you'll be surprised how much you can find out about anyone for free, or a small fee.