I also have an account on Ao3 with the same username. If you need me to explain what Ao3 is, you clearly have not been reading Fanfiction for very long.

IMPORTANT NOTE: COMMENTS/REVIEWS

Although it may not appear that I want or appreciate comments, I love and cherish every one I get. However, I will NEVER ask you to comment on one of my stories; I want my writing to be so impactful that readers will write comments or reviews on their OWN INITIATIVE (I know, big word). But I digress. I always appreciate constructive criticism and ignore all flames, so while I will not ask you to comment at the end of every chapter I publish, if you really liked a story or have ideas for me to write, you are always welcome to PM me or post a question in the review section.

Sincerely,

Screechy Lady

On a lighter note, here's some of the normal stuff you see on a profile:

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered for having cultivated such valuable lessons as: knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses, and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents Truth and Trust, his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

On an unrelated note:

Every time I go to the doctor's, I get a jacket. a straight one. It makes me feel special, because I get to hug myself.

HETALIA STUFF:

Poem that makes me cry every time I read it. Also, I feel like this really fits the whole Germany=HRE theory that the Hetalia fandom is drunk on:

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush. I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry;I am not there; I did not die.